Eddard Stark, Lord Of Winterfell and the North, Winterfell 302

Clara had written to her that the king had left Moat Cailin 3 weeks ago, she had also told him that the Red Courtyard had a new name and was now named the Prince's Chambers. Clara had made the pince stay in the tent with 50 scorpions pointed right at him because he insulted her and the North. Of course she had though Ned, Clara was always a true Northerner and would not stand for any insult at it, in fact Ned was certain that if he had just insulted her she would have just made him sit with the servants at the feast but the North was a no go for insults to a Cailin.

He had called Arya back from the Cailins and he had never seen her happier. Catelyn was furious, Clara had trained her to fight even better then before and she was now just as capable a fighter as her brothers. Although Clara's children had convinced Arya that she might want to have children someday, but Catelyn had almost fainted when she heard her say that she might just have bastards instead of being married.

The king was nearing, and he was now certain that he wanted to make him his hand for some reason. Everyone in the North hated him, including Ned but he would do his duty, more so to find out how Jon died, Catelyn had gotten a letter from her sister saying that Tywin Lannister did it so he could become hand, but Ned wasn't sure he had asked Clara what she thought as Cailins were more learned in southern politics than most in the North, besides the Cailins were fanatically loyal and he trusted them with his life. She had said that Lysa Arryn had gone mad, she had breastfed her son until he was 9 years old and Jon eventually put a stop on it, she also said that she was very close to a man called Peytr Baelish and that he was very cunning and hated the Starks above all else and should not be trusted, she said it was possible that Baelish was trying to get him killed for looking into the death to much.

Ned knew he would be out of his dept and would not be taking any of his children south, though Cat would be coming. Rob and Alys would be acting Lord and Lady of Winterfell. He had gotten news that Sansa was pregnant with a child, he was delighted though it did make him feel old.

"My Lord, The royal party approaches." said Jory Cassel.

"Thanks, Get my wife and children in the courtyard if you please, Jory."

"Of course my Lord."

When all of his family, except Sansa who had remained in Barrowtown with her husband, got to the courtyard he was amused and secretly proud to see Arya in her armour with her sword at her side and spear on her back, she looked every inch like Lyanna wanted too, and just as pretty too. When she was younger many thought she wouldn't be pretty, all those except those who knew Lyanna as a girl of course.

Robb looked like a grown northerner apart from his coloring which was more Tully. Alys was beside him as usual, they had known each other since they were young and had grown closer after the Bolton Rebellion and he saw her cut the head of her captor. He was impressed by her strength and asked him for a betrothal which both Alys and Rickard agreed to. They had one son and his first grandchild in little Theon who had gotten the Stark coloring from both his families. Theon is just as fierce as his namesake already and often went around with a little wooden sword Lord Umber had given him hitting the guards and asking them to fight him. He was nearly 4 years old and of age with Lyanna Cailin. Robb was already thinking of bethrothing him to her to reward the Cailins for the service, Alys was pregnant again and they were sure it would be another boy.

Brandon had gone to foster for Lord Manderly to learn to be Lord of White harbour when the time came and Rickon was fostering with Lord Glover and was betrothed to Eddara Tallhart. He was thinking of giving him Sea dragon point which was a port City that was part of the Stark lands. He was as wild as Brandon was and looked like him as well.

All in all he couldn't be happier with his family, even Jon was prospering at his keep and with his new wife Lyra. But now he had to focus on the Kings visit.

"OPEN THE GATES" came the call from the walls. The king rode in with the Crown prince at the front with the kingsguard at his side, next came the King and his daughters followed by the rest of the court. When the King dismounted they all knelt.

"Rise" the king said and they did. "Lord Stark, the north is beautiful as always."

"My thanks your grace" he said neutrality, after all the north remembers.

"Introduce me to your family." he commanded.

"My wife, Catelyn" he said and he King kissed her hand, "My heir, Robb, his wife Alys and their son Theon" and the king did the same to Alys, who was glaring at him along with the rest of his family except Cat. "My daughter Arya" he tried to kiss her hand but she just sneered at him. "ARYA!" shouted her mother. The king looked at her for too long to be innocent and everyone knew he was thinking of Lyanna. Ned quickly moved on. "My sons Bran and Rickon." and the King nodded at them which they reluctantly returned.

"My thanks for the Welcome, let me introduce mine." and he did, Arya snickered when Aegon was introduced which didn't go unnoticed by anyone, especially not the Prince.

"I heard you fostered with that Cailin whore." he sneered at her. "A woman should not fight."

"AEGON!" shouted his sisters outraged at his behaviour.

"Aegon these are your future vassals" said the King

"I don't need northern savages." he sneered back, the courtyard was outraged and let it be known.

"Then you wont need their hospitality either, Jory. I'm sure we can find an equally nice place as the red courtyard to set it up." he said.

"My lord, I'm sure that won't be necessary" said the king while glaring at his son.

"One more word from him and he'll find out just how savage we can be" He warned.

"I'm sure, we are all just tired, let us go inside." said Catelyn nervously.

"Indeed, lets." Said Ned

Princess Rhaenys Targaryan, Winterfell, 302

Her brother was an idiot. Only he could piss off two great houses in a single moon. He was going to be a horrible king. That is if he became king at all. Their uncle Viserys had alliances with both the Vale and the Reach and here he was insulting the Starks and their most powerful vassals. Idiot. Her uncle Oberyn was an arrogant man, she had no problems admitting that, but her brother was on another level. His arrogance had no limits. Her Uncle Viserys was no better, arrogant and mad he would be a Tyrell puppet at best and a new mad king at worst.

She had to say she was impressed with the north. People said it was a barren wasteland filled with savage heathens but in fact there was a beauty to it that you didn't have to look too far for. In fact it was quite similar to Dorne in that sense, everyone thought it was filled with deserts and sex driven whores.

If Viserys was to rebel he would have The Reach, Vale and maybe portions of the Riverlands and crownlands. While they would have Dorne, Portions of the Crownlands, the Stormlands and probably the Westerlands if Visenya gave birth to a boy and if she gave birth to a Girl.

The North was the uncertain one, they could do either though it was likely they would do neither and just let the south fight. But they could have been swayed to their side, but noooooooo Aegon just had to insult the Starks and their most powerful bannerman. Not as though the Cailins would have helped if the Starks didn't of course but still. And Rhaenys was hesitant to rely on Tywin Lannister too much, he would most certainly ask for something in return.

Rhaenys was unsure of how to go about this, if she wasn't pregnant she might be tempted to allow Viserys to take the throne, but no he was mad and would kill both her and Visenya's child. She would not allow it.

Arya Stark, Winterfell, 302.

Gods she hated the royal family, especially the prince, the two princesses were ok but the KIng and Prince she disliked heavily. He was arrogant stupid and disrespectful. And apparently a craven as well. He had decided to fight a Stark but not her older brother who was a year younger than him, no he had decided to fight Bran who was many years younger than him, and that's how she found herself in the training yard with most of the court and Winterfell. The southerners had plastered smiles on while the northerners looked on with disgust. But bran was a good swordsman and used his speed and size to his advantage, back and forth they went until eventually Bran tired and the prince disarmed him, The southerners clapped politely but there was man muttering of craven and coward around the yard.

"Nothing but a northern savage, pathetic" proclaimed the prince. Arya had heard enough.

"Wow, look how gallant the Crown prince is, beating a 12 year old boy, you are so brave" she snickered and the northerners laughed. "You can beat a 12 year old boy, can you beat a 13 year old girl?" she questioned tauntingly in her most Clara like fashion.

"Of course I can beat a Wild northern bitch" he sneered

"Sword or spear?" she questioned as she walked towards the yard.

"Either, though a spear would be more like a needle" he said obviously thinking himself a comedic genius, only one brown nosed southerner laughed.

"A sword then, no excuse for when I beat you black and blue." she smirked.

And the prince swung, Arya ducked under it easily and hit the back of his knees.

"Don't overreach my prince, It will get you killed." she smirked at him, He did it again and this time she stepped into his strike deflected it, and strook his forearm, the prince barely kept his sword in his hand but Arya wasn't done, before he could recover she hit him in the ribs and then his shoulder. And ducked under his counter placing her sword at his neck.

The northerners all grinned, the Royal court looked shocked and disappointed while the two princesses grinned along with the Northerners. The prince was red, either from rage or embarrassment was unclear but he stormed off with a grinning ser Arthur following him.

"Arya, you how could you be so stupid!" screeched her mother at her when they were eating dinner as a family that night.

"What? I just beat him, I could have made it worse." she said, apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

"You are a lady not a savage, you should not be fighting princes, it is not appropriate!"

"I'm a northerner, why should I care what southerners deem appropriate." she said angrily.

"I should never have let you get to that savage woman who calls herself a lady" Her mother practically screamed.

"Catelyn! Aryra is right she is of the North not the south, and Clara is as northerner as you can get, in blood and behaviour, besides she is as Loyal as can be and Arya clearly loves it there, if you wish to turn your children into southerners than there is no place for you here." Said her father angrily, Arya grinned, Robb looked shocked as did Bran and Rickon, Her mother looked Furious.

"He's right mother, You can't turn us Southern like you did to Sansa, that's not who we are." said Robb eventually, Her mother looked shocked and reluctantly agreed.

A week later her father told them that he and her mother would be going south to be Hand of the King. Arya was worried, Winter is coming after all and Snow melts in the South.