Title: My Lord and Lady

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

A/N: This started off as a three-sentence fic challenge by spacerune (on tumblr) but I got a little carried away and Tuvstarr's Lost Heart was all too eager to encourage me. It was horrible. Hahaha. This is for you two, loves!

He held a well-decorated dagger to her throat. "Such a shame to pierce a pretty face."

"Are you sure pretty is all I'm good for?"

His brows furrowed and he looked at her from head to toe and then back at her face. "You're not from here, are you?"

"I could say the same for yourself."

"Who are you?"

She gave him a smug smile. "A pretty girl who is worth more to you alive rather than dead, my Lord."

Boruto's brows shot up and his lips parted, dagger slowly coming to his side and back in its hilt. His shiny gold armor and stance was enough for anyone to know he was a Lord or a wealthy knight at the very least, but the way her eyes glinted with mischief… he knew that she knew who he was.

Her crow-black hair and eyes, that pale porcelain skin… it couldn't be.

"Sarada?" He breathed. Boruto didn't even recognize her. She was in rags, hair long and unruly. Far from the beautiful young lady he once knew.

An easy smile came up to her face. "She is dead, my Lord."

This confused him further. The more he looked at this girl, the more he recognized her face. How could he have forgotten her? "And yet you stand before me, my Lady."

"I'm no lady."

He swallowed thickly, for he knew what she meant. "Even without a castle, you are still a lady, an Uchiha."

She bit her lower lip and looked away. That was something she did not want to remember at the moment.

Boruto slowly came closer and placed his cloak around her shoulders, covering her from the snow that began to fall. Winter had come, and she would not stand a chance in her current condition. He had to make things right again. "You are still my betrothed. Come back with me."

"The Uzumakis have no use for a landless girl."

He shook his head. "You have the name and a claim. We also owe your father a great debt."

She smirked, although her eyes were still forlorn. "Are you going to say that the Uzumakis always repay their debts?"

He grinned, and responded, "We don't just pay back in gold, ya know? Marry me, and we will avenge your clan and take back your castle together."

The cold fire was back in her dark eyes and she smirked yet again. "You think I will marry you just for vengeance?"

"No," he replied casually. "You will because I asked, and it will be your choice. Plus," he leaned in closer. "I am also very handsome."

She rolled her eyes, but a smile formed on her lips. Truly, her betrothed did not change. There was more merit for her into marrying him, and yet the way he looked at her made her think that Boruto felt he was the one getting more out of their arrangement.

"I will, my Lord."

"It pleases me to have your hand, my Lady." He bowed and offered her his arm, and together, they walked back to his horse to ride back to the capital.

A/N: I fashioned Sarada after the Starks because like the Uchiha's, they're all dead. HAHAHA HUHUHU. The North Remembers. On the other hand, I fashioned Boruto after the Lannisters, as he is gold of hair.

This was a fun little fic to create. Please do leave me your thoughts by sending me a review. :)