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I own none of the original characters, only my interpretation of them. I own nothing but The Land of Reeve and what comes with it including the tales and people of reeve as well as the langue; I also own everything to do with the characters which you have not seen or met in GOT or ASOIAF. Lady Andrea Veta Phoenix is MY character Please ask if you wish to use her and I am allowed to say no.

Rating- T maybe M in future chapters

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The weather was different here, in Reeve it was only ever cold for a short period of time before the warmth returned, but here in Westeros as we head north towards Winterfell the cold is here to stay as winter is coming and it's making even the warmest of phoenixes freeze.

Warmer clothes were provided to the people who travelled with my family by the Lady of the Eyrie; Sansa, the little lady who was younger than me by a small gap of three years and who had accomplished so many things. She had escaped the wrath of Joffrey Baratheon, become Lady of the Eyrie because the people had wanted her there - she had the best claim after Robert Arryn died of the illness he had suffered from since being nothing but a babe in his mother's arm. The other minor Lords of the Eyrie said because she is Jon Arryn's niece she is the only living person capable of claiming such a title.

From the few days that I have spent with Lady Sansa I have learned she is quite the little spider; she knows things, lots of things that could get people killed. I've seen the knowledge in her eyes and it's that little spark that can ignite a fire that could destroy the people of Westeros.

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"My Lady, should you not stay here after all you are the Lady of the Vale?" I question Lady Sansa as she places dresses carefully into a fine chest of mahogany.

"It has been a dream of mine since I was a child to see my brother married. I will watch as he places his Direwolf cloak around your shoulder with a proud smile," Sansa said with a smile on her pink lips.

I nodded my head agreeing with her. My sister married a Prince of Dorne, his name long forgotten in my mind; from what I remember he was an arrogant boy who I was to wed but I refused, I wanted no marriage to a man of Dorne. My sister had wanted power though and she decided as she was the second eldest daughter she would marry the Dornish man. I promised her when we were children that we would witness each other's weddings, yet it seems she has not kept her promise even though I had written to her many times wanting my sister with me on such a day.

It seems she was busy and ignored my many ravens.
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"Robb they will be here soon. I see their horses from the top of the gate," my youngest sister Arya called from across the courtyard.

My dear sister was quite the beauty and had grown into her body, she looked like a warrior woman with her sword 'needle' by her side. Her long hair had grown out since the war and was tied back in a neat braid, her clothing that was close to a boy clothes only it was made of womanly fabrics, was neat which was a surprise considering she always got dirtied.

Arya's guard and friend Gendry, who was a legitimised son of the late Robert Baratheon, stood close by her, guarding her even though she did not need it. I caught the looks he sent her way when she wasn't looking and I also caught the looks she sent him when he wasn't looking, it was quite amusing; they were both in love with each other but they still ceased to see it.

"Fetch Bran and Rickon then dear sister," I said to her as she came closer.

"Hodor is bringing Bran now and Rickon is with mother," she said, not moving.

Nodding I looked at the gate in which my soon to be Lady wife would come through with her Revian family by her side, ready to wed the girl to me, the King in the North.

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As the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground grew louder my family; Mother, Arya, Bran and Rickon lined up with their respected wolves by their sides. Nymeria, who Arya had found when the war was coming to an end, stood proudly by her master's side as did the other Direwolves, Summer and Shaggydog.

Greywind stood by my side where he had stayed for many years fighting the war alongside me. I patted his head affectionately.

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The gate to Winterfell opened and I felt the nerves bundle in my stomach as I watched the people of House Reeve file in on horses; the men and women who sat on these horses had weapons slung over their shoulders, showing they were a force to be reckoned with.

A big burly man jumped off of his horse with ease and walked up to me with a stoic look on his face; "Your Grace," he bowed his head, "I am Victor Phoenix, Lord of Reeve, thank you for allowing us to come to your home."

"You are most welcome my Lord, I welcome you to Winterfell," I said, letting my voice boom across the courtyard.

"This must be your family," Lord Victor gestured toward my mother, brothers and sister who were aligned next to me from eldest to youngest.

I nodded; "yes, my mother Catelyn, my brother Bran, my sister Arya and my youngest brother Rickon," I said introducing my family in order of the line.

Lord Victor greeted all of my sibling with a grasp of the hand and he greeted my mother with an embrace that a brother would give a sister, "I haven't seen you in years dear Cat, the years have been kind," Lord Victor said to my mother who smiled at the Lord and said few words back.

"Now shall you want to meet your bride?" Lord Victor asked me.

"Of course my Lord," I answered.

"Andrea!" he called towards the crowd of Revian people.

Emerging from the crowd was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, dark oxen hair that flowed down her back in curls, dark brown eyes that were the colour of the weirwood tree.
A curvy body with wide hips and large breasts that called for attention from my large hand; my future Lady wife was beautiful and I couldn't wait until our wedding night when I would ravish her body and make her scream my name in pleasure.

Andrea walked closer to me, bowing her head, "your Grace," she said.

Her voice was soft yet strong, "it is my pleasure to meet you," she spoke again.

We exchanged formalities and then the Revian people and my bride were shown to their chambers.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turn around and face a face I haven't seen in two years, my beautiful sister Sansa, "Sansa?" I question, she nods her head before enveloping me in a hug.

"I have missed you brother," she mumbled.

"And I have missed you too."

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End of chapter 3

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