A/N: Hi y'all, just wanted to quickly say some stuff. I read all the reviews and I wanted to thank you for taking your time in doing that. So for the one who asked, my self-insert was a girl in her previous life. I do plan on incorporating some of our worlds inventions but which stuff I will introduce is a work in progress. As for who Sansa might end up with that's still undecided because well I keep daydream on different scenarios. Also just want to say to be patient with me. I am trying to do character development on everyone. So hopefully by the time I get to the actual start of the show characters will be different in attitude therefore they're will be change in the shows storyline. If I do the character development right... well that will be up for debate. Cross your fingers. Also please do review even if its just to give opinions on certain characters, say you dislike how I execute one of the characters, or just to say you like it so far (those are my fav). Please review I love hearing your thoughts and I can get inspiration from them.

PS: Excuse my baby talk. It's horrendous. Hopefully this will be the final time I attempt it.

My first birthday or nameday has come and gone and it was tense. Father and Catelyn have been at odds with each other. Publicly they tried to stand together but it wasn't working. The good thing is Catelyn no longer runs Jon away but the amount of hatred she shows him with her eyes is telling. I feel bad for my brother, Robb, who is five already. He can feel the tension if not see it between his parents. He has become more nervous of late and maybe a bit more bitter. I try to make him smile as much as I can whenever he visits though I'm sure Jon does a better job of it.

Sometimes I feel guilty about causing this but I quickly get over it. Catelyn should have acted better. She's a grown woman but then again this is a different society. A different culture from the one I grew up in.

I sign in frustration and scowl at the mud on my new bright blue skirt that Catelyn's father sent me as a gift. Grandfather. I remind myself. I don't like being dirty.

"Come now little lady. You need to get used to walking." I look up at Jenna and scowl. Ever since Jon said I attempted to walk I have been forced to walk everywhere. I am also no longer allowed to be carried at father's orders. I stomp my feet. "Now don't give me that. Come on."

I sign and reach for her hand. We were making our way to the Godswood to see the heart tree. It was my first time out of the Great Keep (ignoring the occasional trip to the Great Hall) and although excited I hated the idea of walking and getting mud on my beautiful dress. It was a sunny day thou still cold I had on a white cloak to keep warm. Thankfully the cloak was shorter than the dress so it didn't get dirty.

"Yenna. Yenna." I called after a while. "I tire. I tire." I pull at her hand to stop. She stops and looks down at me. I give her a pouty look hoping she would take pity on me.

"Oh, no. None of that now, lil lady." she shook her head. I widen my eyes and stick out my lower lip some more.

"Pleash Yenna."

"No. now come on." she looks away from me. I growl and with my chubby figures I attempt to take off the cloak. "What are you doing?" I hear Jenna ask me. I ignore her. I give a cheer when the brooch keeping the cloak on my shoulders clicks open. Making sure the cloak doesn't touch the ground I give it to Jenna. "Why did you take off your cloak? You'll catch a cold." she tries to put it back on but I let myself fall to the floor. The dress was already dirty anyways.

"I tire." I say looking up at her. She looks at me bugged eyed before bursting out laughing.

"Oh you lazy wolf." she says between laughs. "That is no way for a lady to act." she finally says once she finishes laughing. "Get up now we are going back."

"Up?" I ask.

"No. You will walk."

"I tire." She rolls her eyes at me.

"No you are not. Now up I say." she placed her hands on her hips by now and her right foot was tapping the ground.

"No. I tire. I tire. Up. Up." she huffs at my tantrum she opens her mouth to say something but is beat by a voice coming from the direction we were headed.

"Sansa." I turn my head to look at my father. I smile and scramble to my feet running to him. He catches me and throws me in the air. "Well now. You don't look tired to me." I blush and look around for an escape.

"I tire." I put my hand on my head and lay it down on his shoulder. I hear him chuckle at my antics which makes me smile.

"You really are a lazy wolf. The Lazy Wolf. that shall be your name." I tilt my head in thought. I kind of like that. Yeah! 'I am Sansa the Lazy Wolf from this day till my last.' I smile cheerfully.

"Lazy Wof. Lazy Wof." I cry. I hug him around his neck and make motion to the keep. "Back. Back."

"Yes let us go back. Shall we head back Jenna?" father address to Jenna.

"If it's alright with you, mi lord, I wish to go pray."

"Very well I will look after Sansa."

"Thank you, mi lord." she hands over my cloak to father who nods his head in thanks and goes off ahead of us. Maybe there's a different heart tree for the other residence of Winterfell. I look at my father who is smiling at me. "What shall we do?"

"Food!" I yell enthusiastically.

A breaking point has been reached between Catelyn and I. After months of trying to be civil it was not working. She just could not get over her hatred of Jon. I was not much help in the matter myself. I kept taking Jon's side and kept ignoring hers (not that I felt her points were valid). I can't help it. Now that I have seen the evidence of her being cruel to Jon through words and her attempts to sabotage his education I can't find it in me to work it out with her. Maybe Howland was right. I should have let him take Jon.

I shake the thought away. He belongs with his family. I can not think any differently. 'The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.' Jon is pack; he must be here where I can keep him safe behind the walls of Winterfell. Though I am allowing Sansa to leave.

I growl in frustration gripping the padded arm rest til I could hear the creak of the wood underneath. It was finally decided that Catelyn would go to Riverun for a few moons to give us some distance in hopes that we would calm down. She would be taking Sansa with her. I run my hand over my face before looking at the letters on the desk in hopes of some distraction. Winter will be here soon and I need to make sure the whole North was provided for. Already the town outside of Winterfell, Winter town, was growing with the influx of people making for shelter. I look at the letter from House Tyrell which contains the amount of food being sent and how much it would cost. It was higher than I expected but the need for food was great. I would have preferred to buy more from the Riverlands but they themselves needed to stock up for winter. That was one good thing about the trip to Riverrun Sansa would not have to experience as harsh of a winter should she stay here.

Catelyn had wanted to take both Robb and Sansa more than likely hoping with the separation between them and Jon would make their relationship less strong. Hoping that they would choose to reject Jon once they returned. I guess that is what also added to the flame of her anger. The fact that neither Robb or Sansa ever reject Jon. Specifically Sansa whose rejection she has faced on multiple occasions. I pity her for I know it must hurt her but I can't help but be glad that Sansa doesn't reject Jon. He is my sister's son and I want Winterfell to feel like home for Jon which angers me when Catelyn attempts to undermine that goal.

The reason I didn't allow Robb to go was simple. He was my heir and as such belongs with me in Winterfell. I also could not bear the thought of being separated from both my children for an unenforceable amount of time. Though the Citadel said it would be a short winter I did not want to take chances.

I told father I didn't wanna come. I told him but still I was forced into the carriage or wheelhouse. It has been 20 days since we left Winterfell. Twenty miserable days of being forced to hear septa Mordane and Catelyn talk about the Seven who are one. Specifically their views on bastards. Ugh. Miserable old hags. I'm sure they were trying to be subtle about it but I'm on the defensive. There was literally no break from them. The only freedom I would get was by sleep but even then I was only allowed three naps a day and for no more than half an hour. They have even started teaching me how to hold a needle. My poor chubby fingers. I kept trying to lose the damn things but it's like the Septa had an infinite amount hidden within her skirts.

We are 5 days past the Moat and at the moment we were setting up camp for the night. Well the people who occupied Catelyn were. I and Septa Mordane were sitting on chairs by the fire. She was furthering my knowledge of the Seven. I bit my lip and forced myself not to roll my eyes at certain parts of her lesson. Honestly I don't care. I only follow one God and I don't think he is part of this plain of existence. Or is he? Eh. If he is great and if he isn't well I'm not converting now. That would just be a hassle. I am already programmed to pray to him. I have thought of it the few times that I have gone to the heart tree but if I'm honest the face scares me. Also it's a tree. A magnificent tree but a tree. I can't get past that. I am of the opinion that God should be there but not there. If that makes any sense.

"Sansa. Are you paying attention?" Septa's voice breaks through my thoughts. I nod my head in response. "Speak up."

"Yes." I hold in a sign.

"Yes, what?" she lifts her eyebrows pointedly.

"Yes, Septa Mordane." this time I couldn't help the bite in my voice. She thankfully lets it go or doesn't notice it.

"Now as I was saying the Mother…" I ignore her. I look around the area. We were camping out in an open plain but I could see trees in the distance. That should be good and once I get cover I will head north. I have no plans of going south. In the show they always made a big deal about Starks never doing well in the south and despite my mind, soul whatever you wanna call it wasn't a Stark before I am one now (looking for an excuse). Plus (the main reason) I can't take much more of the Septa and Catelyn. They are literally ganging up on me and I have no defense. Well actually the septa is the one being most bothersome Catelyn is too busy making sure all is going well but she hired her. She even sometimes rides on horseback at the front of the routine with the man tasked to take us to Riverrun. I hate when she does this because I am left alone with the hag in a closed area with no distraction. At least if Catelyn there the septa would get distracted by making conversation with her instead of me.

"Septa, I think it is time for Sansa to go to bed." Catelyn comes over having finished directing the camp and making sure everyone was well.

"Of course my lady." she bows her head and heads off to her tent. Catelyn turns to me and holds out her hand. She was smiling. She's been smiling more and more lately. I top it off to her going to visit her childhood home. I get off the chair and I take her hand. I sign in displeasure. Honestly these people need to understand that children are carried till they can't be no more. I mean seriously I'm two years old. What's the point of being a child again if they treat me like an adult? Though mentally I am 23, or is it 25? Ugh Whatever. I hate this society.

If it wasn't obvious by now I'll make it clear. I. Am. A. Dumb. BITCH. Though to be fair to myself I sort of expected to be found on the first day. I can't honestly say how long it's been. I kinda lost count after the fourth day where I fell in a ditch and spent the majority of it trying to scrabble out. The good thing I still have food somehow. The bad thing is it's been snowing sporadically.

I think I am still headed North (keyword I think) but I have lost the Kingsroad. It's possible I'm still south of Moat Cailin but I can't be sure. Seriously, how have they not found me yet. I wipe away some tears with the back of my hand. I can't cry. I literally brought this on myself. I should have just gone to Riverrun. Who knows I may have even liked it. Why am I so stubborn? I would have never done this in my old life. Death has given free range to my impulses. "Dear GOD! WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!" I scream in frustration. Getting no answer I kick the ground and continue walking. Is this in reality hell and I'm being tortured by being allowed to make stupid decisions.

I suddenly hear running water looking up quickly. I see a river in the distance. "Glory Hallelujah. I am saved." Renewed with energy I run to it tripping in the snow along the way.

I fall to my knees near the water. It was glorious and it looked clean. I could see right into the bottom. Oh how wonderful. I dip my hand in but to my dismay the water became dirty. Eww.

I have honestly been avoiding looking at myself. I could only imagine how dirty I was. Should I take a dip? It's cold though I might get sick. I'm surprised I'm not sick right now with all the days I have spent wondering. Seriously you would think a two year old wouldn't live this long in the wilderness with no aid.

Back to possibly cleaning myself. Maybe if I take off my clothes and they don't get wet it could be fine. Just a quick dip.

"Okay. Let's do this." Honestly I'm really proud of my speech for two. I remember my nephews at this age. The nuggets couldn't even speak. It was 'no', pointing, and mumbled phrases of frustration when I didn't get it right. Sometimes I would get it wrong on purpose. Ah messing with kids is fun. I miss that. I wish I was doing that right now. I slap my cheeks to push away the nostalgic thoughts. I've been having a lot of moments like this lately with nothing to do but walk.

After fumbling around with my clothes for a while I take a step into the cold water. Ah that feels nice. Really cold but nice. I stay close to the edge. Once assured I won't slip I squat down to duck my head. Using my hands to try and shake out the dirt. Flipping my hair back I take a breath and rub my eyes. Blinking, I refocus my gaze. Holy fuck. I was dirty. The water around me turned a murky brown. Eww. I hate this. Hate it. Ugh.

I feel something crawl on my arm. Looking I see a small black bug. Not sure what exactly it was but it was a bug. I jump, scream and shake the shit out of my arm. Slipping I fall further into the river. Panicking I kick until my head pops out. Twist around trying to find the edge. There! How did I get so far from my clothes? I look down is it me or is the water getting faster. I try to paddle towards the shore my arms are exhausted. My whole body was. Come on you can do it. I push myself forward trying to reach a protruding rock. Just as I touched the rock the water more forcefully pushed and dragged me under.