Anna
She felt uncomfortable. Mother had pressed her into one of her southern dresses that made it impossible to move freely. She also had to make small steps so she didn't step on the princess's feet. And then there was that annoying little brat on her arm. Her father told her that King Robert was a noble warrior in his youth. If that was true then he most certainly did not pass that on to his son. Joffrey Baratheon walked into the halls of Winterfell as if they belonged to him. When it was decided that Bran would enter the hall before him he was visibly upset and he still gave Anna's sister dirty looks when ever he thought himself unwatched. He was also visibly upset that Anna was not hanging on his every word. He probably had been spoiled by his parents so much that he expected everything to revolve around him. Well, his time here in the north would soon teach him otherwise Anna thought.
She looked behind her. Joffrey scoffed at the break of protocol, but Anna didn't care. He was the guest here and so he had to learn quickly who made the rules around here. Behind her Prince Tommen escorted a visibly upset Sansa into the hall. Well it was probably more appropriate to say that it was the other way around. Behind them came Arya and Edd. Anna flashed her sister a smile and got a wink in response. Arya pointed at Joffrey's back and rolled her eyes. Anna could just shrug in response. The next pair was the Lannister brothers. Anna looked them over. She had only caught a glimpse of both of them outside, but now seeing them side by side you could see that they truly were brothers. If you ignored Tyrion's disfigurement you could see that their posture, their mannerisms and their arrogant smiles were exactly the same. Last to enter were Rickard Lord of Karhold and Anna's shadow. Jon really had changed over the past year. He was less nervous, more at ease. The girls started to giggle when ever he passed. Mother had also started to accept him more.
Anna nearly ran into the long table of the hall. She caught her mothers frown and quickly went to her seat to her prince Joffrey's right. Jon sat down next to her. She heard Joffrey scoff and mumble something about an insult to his father. Anna sighed and decided to ignore him for the rest of the banquet. Instead she turned to Jon and asked why he didn't escort Alys karstark into the hall.
"Her father thought that it might send the wrong signal." He simply replied. Joffrey barked a laugh, but immediately cried out in pain. He looked under the table and kicked at something. "Why do you let bloody dogs into your hall?"
"Because they are not dogs, they are Direwolves." Anna simply replied. She looked under the table. "Come here Grey Wind. Yes there is a good boy."
"Good boy? He bit me in the food!" Joffrey protested.
"After you insulted my brother. I try to make him a guard dog so Jon can be more at ease."
She began to scratch Grey Wind's ears.
"Anna! I told you to leave him outside." A voice called from the center of the table.
"Yes mother." She stood up with Grey Wind in her arms and turned to Jon. "You wanna come?" He nodded and stood up.
"That won't be necessary," Joffrey said. "I will be happy to escort the lady outside."
"But unfortunately the Lady needs the protection of a man and not a boy." Anna retorted.
Joffrey eyes almost popped out of his head. Anna just left him and went outside with Jon in tow.
"Did you see that?" she asked. Jon just nodded. "I mean can somebody act more impolite? Gods I am really glad that they will only stay for a short while."
"I am actually surprised that he was so rude. He looks to much like a girl to be rude." Jon answered. They shared a laugh and continued on towards the stables were the wolf pups had been put into a kennel. Just as she was about to let Grey Wind down she heard a voice call out.
"May I take a look?" She turned to see Tyrion Lannister. Grey wind looked suspiciously at the imp, but Anna wasn't worried.
"Sure," she said as she handed Grey Wind over. As Tyrion began to examine the wolf he continued talking.
"So you are Lord Starks daughter and bastard." He looked up. "Am I right?"
Jon and Anna nodded.
"It is good that you did not protest Snow. Never forget that you are a bastard otherwise people will use it against you."
"I won't forget it."
"Good." He turned to Anna "And you. The She-wolf of Winterfell. That is quite a scene you provoked in there."
"I don't care. Your nephew hasn't deserved better treatment."
"My, my, such harsh words. But please remember this: Men do not take kindly to being embarrassed by their future wives."
Anna blinked. "What?"
"Oh, I am sorry didn't you know already? I am of course only speculating, but with the king and your father being such close friends it is only natural that they will try to unite their houses through marriage."
Anna yanked Grey wind out of Tyrion's arms. "You are lying."
"I wish I were, believe me. It is either you and him or your brother and Myrcella. Go ask your father. What do you think took them so long in the crypts.?"
And with that he walked back inside leaving the two siblings alone.