The Never-Ending Maze

A/N: (Please read since it's the first chapter and things might be confusing!) Hello fellow ASOIAF/GOT fan! And if you're not and just passed along this category, well hello to you too! As you read, or I'm guessing you read the summary that the story is about playing the game of thrones, it' s just there are different outcomes, twists and turns, and reactions. It may seem a little bit like the book/tv in the beginning, but I promise it'll become it's own story. So this is a little bit of an AU.

I really hope you guys enjoy and it might be a little slow in the beginning, so be patient please and keep on reading. Also please review and whatever else you can do with stories. I'm not really accustomed to the site now. It's changed so much.

It's teen, but I'm not really sure if it's mature or borderline mature.

Anyways, I'll stop the rambling and enjoy!

Disclaimer: GRRM owns most of what I've written. (This disclaimer will be used for the whole story so I won't have to include it in every chapter.)


Chapter 1: Unfortunately

Arya

Arya looked around the Great Hall of Winterfell in distaste as a feast for the King and Queen was present. The hall was festive than usual with banners of a direwolf, lion, and the crowned stag each representing the Starks, Lannisters, and Baratheons. A bard was singing a song she couldn't recognize, but Sansa, her older sister by two years, could probably identify it immediately. Not right now though. Because right now, she was too busy ogling at the eldest son of the King and Queen. A boy aged fourteen called Prince Steffon, namesake of Robert's father; and a spitting image of Robert when he claimed the Iron Throne. Steffon had blue eyes and coal, black hair. He was tall and noticeably strong. If Steffon did look like his father as he looks right now, he would be fat and Sansa would definitely not be drooling over him. His other siblings, Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were sitting next to him and those three don't look like their older brother either. They had blonde hair and looked more like a Lannister than a Baratheon.

"He's so charming, isn't he?" Arya overheard Sansa say to her friend Jeyne Poole. Arya rolled her eyes to that. Someone that handsome must have a downside to them and Arya couldn't wait to find out.

There was a lot of talk about Steffon and Sansa being betrothed to each other. Sansa would like that very much, and Arya could care less. But there was another rumor she heard that they might move to King's Landing. That rumor was not one she liked to hear or even think about. Winterfell was her home and she'd like to live here as long as she can before she gets shipped off to another castle to do her "duties" as a "lady". A lady's duties are boring. They get married and have kids. Where's the adventure in that?

Arya sighed and continued to eat. She never wanted to attend this feast or do anything that involves being a lady. The feast was just too boring for her. All everybody did was just talk. How do people have so much to talk about? And why would they like to do it where everybody else can hear? And she missed her half-brother, Jon, most of all. The feast would be a lot more fun if he was here. Well, he is here, just not at the royal table since he isn't a trueborn son. Arya loved her lady mother, but she wished her mother was nicer to Jon, even if he isn't hers. Jon's last name is Snow, but he's still a Stark and has the blood.

Since Arya was so bored, she decided to embarrass her sister, one of her favorite hobbies. It always cheers her up. So then she grabbed a handful of lemoncake, aimed at her sister's face and threw it. It never landed her face (she never was good at aiming), but it landed on her neck; and the lemoncake that didn't stick to her neck, fell to her lap, ruining her dress.

"Arya!" Sansa shrieked. "Arya, you ruined my dress!"

Arya burst out laughing and glimpsed at Steffon. She noticed Steffon was chuckling and she was sure Sansa noticed too. Arya will never hear the end of this.

"But aren't lemoncakes your favorite?" she protested and continued giggling.

In the end, she was kicked out of the feast by her own parents. Her mother made sure she lectured her for a while before she left. It didn't matter. She never even wanted to be part of the feast. Arya flopped down onto her bed, exhausted. At least she had her fun. She fell asleep with her yellow-eyed wolf, Nymeria and hoped she'd still be sleeping in this room after the King leaves. Unfortunately, things never go her way.