"Thought I was struggling a bit aye?" She teased, looking down at Jon. He sent a sweet smile her way and a wink before going to his own steed. Milah guided Alira towards her father who already had her quiver in hand.

"Can't get very far without these my gryphlet." She nodded, taking the set and securing it to herself for the ride into the middle of the wood.

"Let's make a game of it shall we? The biggest stag wins!" Robert was always trying to make something into a competition. Milah was happy to help him lose and maybe sting his pride a bit. She never saw a king first with Robert which was probably a bad thing. She saw an uncle and a friend.

"Do try to keep up." Robb jeered, guiding his horse next to her own.

"Oh don't worry I'm sure you can." she bested, riding off to the front of the heard where her father stood. The advantage they both had is knowledge of the wood. Greenwood was one with many hidden secrets. It's best? The stags all gathered around a meadow west of the keep where all the doe grazed. Milah always ran away there during the end of the week to read in the sun and watch nature. Milah allowed the men to head off on their own so she would be able to fall behind as to not attract any attention to where she would go. After losing them in the horizon, Milah leisurely made her way to the meadow, stopping Alira just before as to not scare the deer.

"Now you stay put," she said wagging a finger at the horse who simply put it's hoof up and down. Milah liked to think this meant she knew what she was talking about. The cape was always a hindrance for her, getting stuck on twigs and roots and gods know what else. She crouched down behind the wood just before the meadow to peek out at the deer there. They had all sat about, in the quiet grass, minding their own. Milah liked to wait and watch them for a bit, seeing how unphased they were from anything happening in the world. Quickly and quietly she pulled out her bow and arrow and readied herself to shoot. Her breathing was deep but hopefully not loud enough to spook the deer. She could almost feel the eyes on her as she rose quietly, and softly, trying not to make a peep. She kept both eyes open as she aimed for the stag who stood off to the side. Milah never shot the ones in the middle, there wasn't a way in the world that the stags who grazed in the meadow were the biggest. No, Milah knew the biggest stood outside to protect those on the inside. She took another deep breath and locked eyes with it, she felt as though their heartbeats were in sync. Another deep breath and

Crack

The sound made all the deer pop their heads up from where they were, looking around frantic.

"Damn." Milah cursed, quickly taking aim before the stag would run off, leading the group away. She knew he saw her when they locked eyeballs again but this time she let go, piercing it in the neck. Milah sighed a breath of relief before swinging around, bow in hand and striking the person who made the sound's arm.

"You almost made me miss. Thank the Seven that I didn't or I would have shot you in the neck and taken you as my prize." She prodded the bow into the knight's chest.

"Well wouldn't that have been a sight for the King." He said following her into the meadow to claim the stag.

"It's not polite to lurk Ser Lannister. Especially on girls." She said kneeling down to pull the arrow out of the deer.

"I knew something was going on when I turned and saw you so far behind. I had to double back. I knew you knew something I didn't" Jaime also leaned down, taking out his knife to cut the end of the arrow that just didn't seem to want to come out.

"Knowledge or not, I still managed to bag a deer and you haven't." She said matter-of-factly. Jaime raised his eyebrows and let out some air.

"Well let's just say it was a group effort."

"I will not!" Milah scoffed going to strike the knight once more but having her hand caught.

"You know my Lady, you hit a lot. It's not very nice and not very Ladylike." Since when did Milah car about being Ladylike? Milah wanted to hunt and fight and learn just as much as any boy in the entire kingdom. She had time to learn sewing and dance and instrument as well as how to make a good cup of tea. Milah tore her hand away and swung her bow over her back.

"Just pick it up and tie it to the horse." Jaime turned to her, eyebrows raised.

"Ahem." Milah rolled her eyes

"Please Ser. lannister, help me with the stag. I'd be ever so grateful."

"See now that's better." He winked. Milah heard another crack and quickly she whipped out her bow to aim it at whoever was intruding this time.

"Successful as always I see." He father beamed, coming to help carry out the stag. It took the two men to get it where it needed to go and even then the three were back at the keep well before the rest of the party. When they all did manage to come back their prizes were only half of what Milah found.

"Well looks like the rumors are true. Damn it all." Robert laughed having someone help him off his horse. Milah was glowing with pride. It wasn't every day she was able to show off her skills and especially to those who appreciated it. Up above on the balcony, Arya sighed.

"Mother why can't I go out with father like Milah?" Lady Catlyn shot a look down at her daughter.

"Because ladies don't part-take in such activities."

"But Milah is a lady! And her parents let her-"

"Well, I'm very well not Lady Milah's mother now am I." Cat raised her eyebrows at her daughter who spoke to her in such a tone.

"That's correct, you aren't Milah's mother." Catia said, making the Stark girls jump. Catia thought highly of Lady Stark but she believed she was stuck in some very old ways. But if you asked any other Lady in Westeros who knew of Lady Gale, they'd say she was reaching too far, that she should stick to teaching her children the things they should learn rather than what's fair. Lady Cat went off to find Sansa, hoping she was off sewing or chaperoned with Joffrey. Catia looked down at the small Stark as her mother walked away and motioned with her finger for Arya to come closer.

"I bet if you ask Milah to practice with your bow, she'd be more than willing to help you." Arya's face lit up at the suggestion.

"Oh really? Really Really?!" Catia smiled and sent the child on her way down below. She looked down at her daughter who was conversing with the entirety of the male party that had arrived for the wedding.

"Bagged another?" She shouted down to her daughter who crossed her legs, bowing in an ostentatious manner, making Catia laugh at her gryphlet.

"Milah! Milah Milah!" Arya ran out of the castle to the middle of where they all stood.

"What's on your mind pup?" She asked looking down at Arya, lifting one of her braids up and dropping it.

"Lady Catia said you wouldn't mind if I asked you to teach me archery. I'm decent but nowhere near as good as you." Milah furrowed her brow and lifted an eyebrow.

"Ahm...Is your mother alright with all of this?" Eddard interfered

"Oh just go with her. I'll deal with her mother later. Go on." He said, hitting Arya's backside with the end of his spear. Arya snagged Milah's hand and dragged her off to the tiltyard.

"Well, this I've got to see." Robb said, nudging Jon with his elbow and going off after the girls.

Arya picked up Milah's tricks of the trade quite fast. The week was filled with dinners and lots of packing. Due to Jaime's input, Milah had decided she would accompany her father as head of the King's Guard. Eddard was less than happy about it and Rob was confused. Lady Stark on the other hand was elated at the fact that Milah wouldn't be anywhere close to influence her daughters one way or the other. While Milah was putting away the last of her things a knock came to her door, startling her. She jumped, turning around to a leering grin, leaning on the door frame.

"You must be almost done at this point shouldn't you?" Jaime jeered, arms crossed.

"Well maybe if I had more help." Milah laughed, throwing a scarf the direction of Jaime who caught it. Robb came around the corner just as Jaime walked into Milah's chambers, and he stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe how stupid he could be. Of course, Jaime Lannister, the most handsome in all the realms would try to have his claim to Milah. It was an obvious choice of course. Why would she want to stay in Winterfell when she could bask in the sunlight at Casterly Rock? Robb hit the pillar with his fist once before trailing off to pack his own things to head back to rule Winterfell in his father's sted.

"Entering without permission my, my." Milah teased, attempting to snatch the scarf back to no avail. Jaime tugged up high above his head and looked down at the young Lady.

"Now is that anyway to speak to a knight that will be protecting you on your trip to King's Landing?" Milah smirked and wrapped a hand around the scarf, pulling it and Jaime Lannister down to her level.

"I'm not a woman who needs protecting." She whispered, tugging the cloth from his grasps. Jaime felt a lump in his throat but quickly cleared it before speaking again as to not falter.

"Who knew a warrior princess from Greenwood would own such pretty things" Jaime pondered, snatching a sash from Milah's packings and laying up on her day bed.

"I'm a lady, not a princess, and-"

"Not yet anyway," Jaime teased. He was fond of teasing Milah, gave him something to occupy his time.

"And," She emphasized, pretending not to hear him and reaching for the sash.

"Yes, I do have pretty things. Just because I'm from the northern part of the realms, does not dictate I have to dress like a damn wildling." She struggled reaching for the cloth that was once again out of reach for her. Milah placed a hand on the side of the day bed as Jaime tore it further away from her grasp.

"Oh for the love of- Oh come on Jaime!" She pressed, having enough. Milah put her knee on his inner thigh, her left hand pushing his shoulder down so she could reach further.

"Hardly ladylike Mila-" Before he could finish, Milah snatched the sash back, and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing him.

"Oh doesn't anyone ever tell you to just shove it?" She brushed herself off and walked back to her packings, throwing the sash in and shutting them.

"Come on then, make yourself useful." She teased. If Jaime Lannister would make jokes, as would Milah Gale. Jaime sighed, and picked up her things as she guided them both out.

"The things I do." He shook his head as himself swinging his hip out to bump the Lady lightly, which she returned. Maybe the Capital wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she would be able to have fun with Jaime after her lessons with Cersei, which she agreed to. Jaime threw her things into the cart as she said her goodbyes. Catia was smiling, proud of her daughter and the triplets clung to her leg.

"Oi, Let her go you monkeys." Catia kissed her daughters head before she departed on horse with her father for King's Landing. Stefan smiled at his daughter who kept on with Jon Snow before he rode up to Eddard. The caravans would ride together until the second day where the fork from the north to the south was.