"Sansa." I heard my name being called from a distant fog. "Sansa!" It came louder this time. I heard myself groan. "Sansa!" a boyishly loud voice finally startles me out of my sleep induced haze.

"What?" I groan out wishing for sleep to come back but knowing it wasn't.

"Father wants the whole family to meet him in his solar." Sitting up on the bed with the covers falling to my waist I look at Bran who was standing next to me on the side of the bed. Light filtered in through the partly open curtain illuminating his features. I stare at him waiting for him to give a reason for the family meeting. "He says he has an announcement to make."

"What time is it? I swear if it's early I'm not going." I whine falling back onto the bed.

"It's past noon Lady Sansa." Jenna answers, making her presence known. Turning my head to the opposite side of the room, where my wardrobe is, I see her pulling out simple articles of clothing for me to put on.

"When was the meeting?" I ask, afraid of the answer. I can already hear father going on about how I'm wasting my day by sleeping in so much. We have been having this conversation for the past several weeks especially since I stopped attending all of the lessons. Apparently , I don't do enough around here but that's because my physical age is nine years old. There isn't much I can do aside from the things I think a nine year old should do. However, those things are already being taken care of by others.

"At noon." I groan again before kicking the covers off and getting out of bed. I take the full length beige skirt Jenna put out, not bothering to take off my night clothes, and slip it on. Tying it around my waist and then taking the chunky green sweater with garter ribs on the edges that she had outstretched to me. Quickly splashing my face and rubbing some mint paste in my mouth I take a piece of ribbon that I left on the nightstand next to my bed and make my way out of the room with Bran and Jenna at my heels. I comb my hands through my straight locks as I go making a sloppy french braid in the process and tie it with the ribbon. Looking at my feet I notice I forgot to put shoes on. Oh well I can't go back now.

I look at my family who I have gathered here around me and smile. Catelyn is sitting next to the desk with two year old Arya in her lap snoozing and Rickon who is now four on the floor playing with wooden blocks at her feet. My last three children came consecutively one after the other. First is Bran, who I'm sure is with Sansa who has yet to arrive, followed by Rickon and Arya. Bran inherited the Stark features, which become more profound the older he gets, and is resembling my late brother Brandon, his namesake. Rickon is the perfect blend of Tully and Stark, with red hair and grey eyes, Catelyn's delicate nose and chin and my mouth and face shape. Arya was a reflection of my late sister. The only difference was that her skin came out more alabaster than ivory and her eyes are Tully blue instead of grey.

My oldest two sons were sitting by the fireplace facing each other in the middle of a cyvasse match. Looking over the pieces I could tell Robb was about to win but Jon could deter that win if he made the right move now. He didn't. I smile as he fakes a foot spasm right when Robb was about to call it his win "accidently" messing up the board. "Jon. We both know Robb won." I intervene before Robb decides to physically settle this which would end up with some of my things broken and with Jon winning which I'm sure is what he was going for.

At that moment Sansa walks in, Bran following closely behind. I lift my brow at her.

"I said noon."

"Yes, well...I got preoccupied." to the side I hear Robb cough with a "sleeping" in between. Sansa looks at him with an angry glare before looking back at me and smiling widely. "I was working on my tapestry." I look at her in disappointment as she tries to explain herself.

"Sansa, I really don't want to hear your excuses right now. You have been wasting away your days ever since we allowed you to stop attending lessons. You need to be more active." She groans here and stomps her way in the boy's direction before plotting herself down on Jon not before kicking Robb in the shin with her bare feet.

"I am active!" she exclaims. "And I do lots of things."

"You don't even have shoes on. You literally just woke up."

"No I did not. I have been awake for a while like I was saying I was…"

"Sansa, stop trying to lie your terrible at it."

"I'm not lying. Bran was I or was I not awake doing something when you came to fetch me." she turns to Bran who is quietly sitting by her feet. He looks like a startled deer when addressed. He looks up at his sister before looking at me schooling his face.

"Um… She was working on her tapestry." I stare at Bran blankly before lifting my brow. "Late last night and that's why she didn't wake up early." I smiled at Bran who had bowed his head before looking at my daughter with the tilt of my head.

"Well you can't say I wasn't doing something. I've been working on my tapestry." she says looking away from me and leaning further into Jon who is trying to keep a straight face and not laugh. Robb did not share his need to hide his amusement over their sister's predicament.

"Sansa you don't start working on that tapestry until everyone starts to head to sleep. So what exactly are you doing with your day?" She opens her mouth to respond but I hold up my hand before she can continue fighting me knowing that this conversation has and will last us a while and I did not call the family here to be witness to this. "Forget it, I don't want to have this conversation right now." I heard her mutter something under her breath but ignored it. "So the reason I had everyone come is because your mother and I have an important announcement which will greatly change some of the roles in this family." I looked at everyone, aside from Catelyn, Arya and Rickon, I could see the curiosity in their eyes. The last time I called a family meeting Moat Cailin's reconstruction had been finished with 20 fully functioning towers plus an added five. I had declared it Bran's future seat at its completion.

My latest project has been making a port in Sea Dragon Point for almost two years now. It is still under construction but the main keep is complete and there are already some ships built and anchored that will begin trading materials, such as wood and iron, to other parts of the seven kingdoms. This port would be very advantageous in the long run for the North as it will open up more trading avenues and it will be good to not rely so heavily on the Manderlys for shipments. I would also like to create naval power for the North but that can wait a few years for now I want to concentrate on increasing trade to better the North's incoming revenue.

Catelyn and I have discussed at length who should be given the seat at Sea Dragon Point. At first I wanted to give it to the second son of one of my bannerman but Catelyn was against it. My second option was the Mormonts in order to show some favor to arre most loyal bannermen but then news of Jorah Mormont selling poachers into slavery reached my ears two months ago and I had to retract my decision. Catelyn during this time had still been arguing that her choice was the best for everyone. I finally agreed with her decision, albeit it was reluctant on my part.

"The port at Sea Dragon Point is complete and I have decided who the new lord residing over the area will be." taking out a document I place it on top of the desk. "Jon." I call out to him. Catelyn remains quiet showing nothing at the news. Robb is shocked before smiling at the news and Sansa is confused trying to process what I'm getting at, no doubt, always a bit slow on the uptake. Jon himself is wide eyed in disbelief. Nobody speaks for a few seconds before Jon finally finds his voice.

"I'm a bastard."

"Not anymore. You don't have the name Stark but you now have the opportunity of starting your own House with your own name." I proceed to try and explain his new role but am interrupted.

"Jon Stargaryan. It's perfect." Comes Sansa's terrible input as she sits up straight in excitement.

"Absolutely Not!" Catelyn and I exclaim at the same time looking at our daughter like she had gone insane.

"Jeez it was just a suggestion. I thought it was quite catchy." She pouts, crossing her arms but I could see she found our reaction amusing. It honestly made me want to bang my head on the damn desk. She truly loves testing me.

"Your opinion no longer matters, please refrain from giving it." I say harshly. She gasps in offence.

"Fine."

"Okayyy. So I don't know what that was about but anyways I think we should let Jon decide." Robb inputs trying to diffuse the tension between me and Sansa.

"Yes Robb is right. Well, any ideas?" my wife turns to Jon addressing him coldly and rigidly.

"I don't know, I never thought this would happen." He says quietly, biting his lip and looking away from my wife. Sansa looks at him over her shoulder before rolling her eyes and moving to sit on top of the cyvasse board, swiping all the pieces to the floor.

"How about Black?" she suggested with a smile on her face. "You certainly like wearing the color," she gives him a onceover with her eyes, "despite the fact that I keep giving you different colored clothes to wear."

"Black? Really Sansa? Just a color? At least add Stark in there." Robb inputs taking her name suggestion seriously. I throw my head back and close my eyes. I swear I can never get a full conversation with these children without some sort of fight ensuing.

"There have been too many colored Stark branches." Sansa points out. "Plus what's wrong with just Black? Jon Black. I think it has a nice powerful ring to it."

"No, how about Jon Strongwolf." Robb says looking at Jon to see what he thinks but Sansa doesn't let him respond.

"Eww how about no."

"It's better than your suggestion."

"No it isn't."

"Sansa. Robb. I thought we were letting Jon decide." They both look at me and smile.

"Just trying to help." Sansa says.

"Look I had planned on announcing something else but I need to discuss with Jon his new role as Lord of Sea Dragon Point. If you could all leave. I'll send for the rest of you individually when the matter pertains to you." I say. I am questioning myself why I call these family meetings. I should have just told Jon privately. I hear everyone begin to get up and leave. "Sansa."

"Yes?"

"Stay within Winterfell I have something to discuss with you" I open my eyes to witness her make a face of annoyance. "I mean it Sansa I don't want to be looking for you all over Winter Town or I will withhold your allowance for the next two months."

"Yes daddy I'll stay within the castle."

I have been a resident of Winterfell for more than six years now and as time went on I grew sadder knowing that with everyday that passes I forget my home. I forget how my mother looks. I forget how my remaining siblings look. Sometimes at night when I'm alone with no one around I cry.

It hasn't been all miserable. I can be happy here. It was proven when Sansa asked Hodor to carry me on his back when I was feeling melancholy. It was proven when Sansa convinced her brothers to teach me how to use a knife and a bow because I wanted to learn how to hunt. It was proven when Jon gifted me a custom knife for my birthday with a rune he engraved himself at its base to protect it from the elements. It was proven on that same birthday when Robb convinced his father to take us hunting. I can be happy and that is what makes me even sadder because I am starting to not want to leave.

Though I won't have a choice in five years time when I turn sixteen and reach majority and the King can decide to marry me off to someone to keep my father on a leash. Thinking about it makes me angry. It was unfair that I had to be the one to marry. I wasn't even the oldest yet while my sister is allowed to be free and be captain of her own ship I must marry for my father's blunder. I didn't understand why I couldn't be like my sister. It's not like my father cared for me. Not once in my time here has he sent a letter asking how I've been and from the letters Theon sent me from Dragonstone neither did he send them to his only living son and heir. Why did I have to marry and be tied down to someone I don't even know because of a man who cares so little for me? Oftentimes I dream of running away into the woods so that I can be free from this burden, however, I know that this will not only cause trouble for me but for those who truly did care for me such as my mother and siblings. It would be very selfish of me.

"I'm bored" comes Sansa's voice from where she lays next to me on the stack of hay looking up at the grey sky distracting me from my thoughts. I smile before rolling my eyes. It was always the same for her. Always bored and always with nothing to do.

"Then come back to lessons with the septa." I say before resuming my twirling of the knife in my hand.

"Ew no." she responds immediately without a thought.

"Come on please, it's been boring since you stopped attending." I whine at her. "I'm stuck alone with all those blushing and frilly girls who are constantly gossiping about your brother. Please, I'm lonely." I beg, getting on my hands and knees leaning over her face so she can see my puppy dog face.

"Don't want to plus after that row I had with Mordane over the Seven she can't stand me."

I go back to my previous position and smile in remembrance. "That was an epic day.''

Said day occured two months ago and the septa had already disliked Sansa at this point especially with all the talk of her amongst the smallfolk and most of them treating her like some form of deity. I could understand where the septa was coming from. It was disturbing to watch people practically throw themselves at her everytime we step outside of Winterfell. Lately, the number of citizens who did this has been increasing to a ridiculous number. What was probably the septs breaking point was when Sansa finally said out loud that she didn't follow the Seven and that nobody in the room at the time ever did or will. What followed after was a verbal spat so fierce I couldn't believe it was happening. Neither woman was the type to be so confrontational, well at least I thought that until that day.

I was shocked Sansa even said that. Usually avoiding getting involved in religious debates. I mean what she said was true, everybody in the room were daughters of the North and followed the old gods. I myself follow the drowned god, but damn I didn't think anybody would have the guts to say it outloud to the septa. I always felt like the septa overstepped her place since she was favored by Lady Catelyn. Her sole duties are to teach us how to stitch, sew, and chaperone us when on public outings. Yet she always tried to teach about the Seven and about other things that she was not meant to teach us about. Lady Catelyn had hired Northern ladies to teach us those things.

"Not really dad was furious with me and so was mother dearest." I watch her shudder as if remembering something horrible.

"Well how about just the ones with Lady Dahlia." I suggest. She was our instructor on how to properly manage food storage year round and how to best delegate guests when they visit. "You have no problems with her."

"I don't but I have already learned everything I care to from her. Attending her lessons is a waste of my day." she signs before rolling over onto her stomach and perching her chin in her hands. "I think I'm going to the orphanage. Maybe play a game of tag."

"You can't, it's an hour after noon. They are in their lessons." I told her.

"Oh yeah." she frowns in annoyance rolling onto her side. And laying her head on my lap.

"How do you forget these things? You're the one who convinced your father to provide schooling for them. You even made their schedule."

"What? I forget things. Not my fault." Before I can inform her that it really is, we are interrupted by Bran who is a little above us climbing the wall. Honestly the boy never left Sansa's side at first it was adorable but that just left us without a single moment alone.

"Sansa you can't go out. Father said you had to stay within the castle today, remember."

"Oh. Boo." I watch her pout and can't help but snort. She really was forgetful either that or she just chose not to remember. It could be either or with her. Putting away my knife I get up off the hay and turn to pull Sansa off as well.

"Come on, let's go see about getting some snacks to celebrate Jon becoming a lord tonight." I say. This seems to interest her because she immediately calls for Bran to come down. Just as Bran takes the last jump to the ground we are joined by one of Lord Stark's personal guards.

"Lady Sansa, your father wishes to see you."

"Has he finished talking with Jon already? That was fast, very well let's go then." She says before turning to me and apologizing.

"Wait for me." Bran says already prepared to go with her.

"Sorry Bran I think you'll have to sit this one out. I believe father wants to talk to me alone."

"But" he begins, his face sorrowful. Damn this amount of attachment can't be healthy. Can it?

"Go with Asha. I'm sure she will be happy to keep your company." She looks at me to confirm if that was fine.

"Yeah come on." I say to Bran, grabbing him by the shoulders steering him to the kitchens.

I closed my eyes once I had sent Jorgen to fetch Sansa to contemplate how the next conversation would go. It has become increasingly more difficult to get Sansa to do anything these days. Especially something she has no desire to do. It does not help that I have allowed her free range of her time after she abandoned her lessons.

Sadly I couldn't leave things as they are no matter how much she will try to fight the proposal I have for her. The number of assassination attempts on her life has increased within the past few months. Howland has written that he is having a harder time keeping some of the more zealous followers in line and to make matters worse some of the attempts have been made by Green man. When the first attempt happened it was a great shock to all of us at the revelation of the culprit. To have one of the Green Men, who are known to stay neutral in all disputes that do not directly affect the Isle of Faces, try and kill my daughter was insane. Not even when the Andals invaded with their conversion of the Seven did they get involved outside of their area.

It was a few days after that Howland started getting reports from his wargs and greenseers that they were having similar dreams. This claim was confirmed by Cregon who also reported having that same dream. It was of someone telling them that Sansa must be rid of. That her presence here was wrong and if she continues to exist she will bring destruction.

To make matters worse Sansa has become more and more popular amongst the smallfolk. Over half of the population in and around Winterfell loved her for one thing or another but just as there are people who loved her for these things there were those in Winterfell who hated her. The leading cause for most was the way Sansa was changing the way most of the North functioned which is by necessity and in recent years she has been adding a sort of frivolous lifestyle to it.

An example of this is having an entire shopping district named Sansa's Plaza. Located in this area are several boutiques and craft shops including a theatre. Every shop in this location was started up because Sansa was bored of the offerings she saw when she first ventured into Winter Town. She started finding people with talents that she enjoyed and invested in them. Well I say invested because I made it so had it been up to her she would have freely funded them with no interest in return. This investment had taken almost two years before it saw any real profit seeing as in the beginning only Sansa was spending on them. Though slowly that started to change as more and more travelers began to congregate in Winterfell.

Though some of the people dislike Sansa for her other activities. These activities I tried to stop from the beginning but she refused or in her words it really wasn't a matter of choice. Sansa has become a Saint with her need to pray for every person with an unfixable problem. Of course Sansa wouldn't go out of her way to look for people no the person has to approach her first. I tried to use this style of thinking to my advantage by keeping her busy with lessons but it only mitigated it because during the days she was free of lessons those who have heard of her miracles are waiting for her outside the gates asking for her mercy and prayer. Sadly, when she sees people in pain or truely invalid especially children, she can't help but to help them.

Though I should be happy that due to Howland it hasn't gotten past the North which is a miracle in itself. Cregon makes sure to have the people who are healed be sworn to secrecy but not much could be done. But this is why I need her to keep busy. If she has less time to venture outside, I can hopefully stop the spread of gossip. Which brings me to my other project.

My other project had been constructing a castle for the sole purpose of finding new innovations. With the help of Luwin I had gathered a group of individuals who used to attend the Citadel before they were let go for one reason or the other. Most being that did not agree with the ways of the Citadel or it went against their agenda. I did this at the assistance of my daughter who kept saying that trying to depend on her memories of technology of her own world would get us nowhere and that it would be best to give the people of this world a chance to be creative and make their own things.

In the beginning the few things she did have a semblance of knowledge was helpful. One such thing was the improvement of irrigation throughout Winterfell and Winter town. She also contributed to building a school room for the children residing in Winterfell and the Winter Town who wished to learn how to read and write. This she was inspired to do when she noticed Jenna's child didn't know how to read. So with the help of Jon and Robb they convinced me that with their allowance they would be able to do this. Sansa's ideas have helped improve the living of many smallfolk.

I was brought back from my thoughts when Sansa walked in. Sighing, I wait for her to sit in front of the desk.

"Sansa I called you here because I believe it is time for you to take new responsibilities around here." Sansa opens her mouth to interrupt but I quickly continue not giving her the chance. "Now before you start whining I am not giving you a choice. As you know at your request I started looking for others who have the desire to be creative and invent new tools beyond the ones we have today. Well I have now constructed a keep in which these minds can freely do this. I want you to be in charge." I tell her encouragingly, hoping for her easy cooperation which I doubt very much but still I try for it.

"I don't want to." she groans. I roll my eyes at her response for everything.

"And I don't care. You stopped attending lessons with the sept two months ago and two weeks ago you spent the entire day hiding in the whore house just so you wouldn't have to take lessons with the Maester or Lady Dahlia."

"Well I don't need it." I wish I didn't agree with this assessment but it was true. Sansa may not be the smartest girl around but she's got down the basics including the proper etiquette in which a young Lady of the North should behave.

"Yes, clearly. I still can't have you doing nothing Sansa. You've spent this entire week waking up after noon. You do one thing and then you call it a day. Your mother and I have many things to do. You taking charge of this will be a burden off our shoulders." I try to persuade her to the idea.

"Why can't you ask Robb?"

"Robb will be going with Jon to his new hold." I answered her.

"What?! When was this decided?" she exclaims.

"Last night with your mother. And even if he were staying I would still have you be in charge. This building is going to be for people to be creative and invent new things or improve already existing items. Your world has had many things dedicated to such advancements."

"So? I never paid attention to any of them. I don't know how to run these types of institutions."

"You still have more of an idea how it should work then any northerner I trust." she makes a face before covering it with her hands.

"Ugh. Fine I'll do it for a week if I can't hack it I'm quitting." I am no longer fazed by her modern speech after hearing it for years. I have grown accustomed to it and understood the meaning of her words.

"Two months."

She blows up her cheeks holding her breath before slowly letting it go and responding. "Fine."

"Oh and also your mother will be leaving with Jon as well." I input quickly while she was in an agreeing mood.

"What?"

"You'll be in charge of some of the duties while she's gone. Mainly looking after the guests and wards. You do not have to worry about the servants' duties .Castellan and his wife will be taking over those duties along with the maintenance of the keep."

"I hate you." she states.

"I love you." I smile glad that she agreed to everything without making too much of a fuss.

"I love you, too." She scratches her head and looks to the side. "When are they leaving?"

"In a week they'll be gone for a minimum of 3 months, maybe longer depending how your mother feels she'll be needed there." I informed her.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

"That's all I ask." I continue to smile at her content with the knowledge that she will now be too busy to venture outside the keep.

"Can I go shopping today? I really don't think I'm going to have time later with all these new duties. I also now want to get some things commissioned for Jon before he leaves." She says perking up a bit at the idea of shopping. I close my eyes in defeat.

"Take Cregon."

"Oh is he done with whatever you had him doing?"

"Yes." I waved my hand to her to leave but just as she was opening the door I felt a soft push in my brain. "Sansa. Wolf will meet you outside the gates."

"Ugh. It's back. Damn and here I thought I never had to see that beast again." I smile knowing my daughter hated my familiar. She dislikes him mainly because I have him constantly making sure she doesn't do anything dangerous when he comes to visit.

A/N: Hi, well hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Took me a while to be satisfied with this. There was some tension between Ned and Sansa that I wanted to get across and hope the reason for it came across. If not summary 'Dads worried and the daughter is oblivious and not helping'. Also I would like to clarify something about Sansa that based on some of the comments might not be obvious. My Self-insert isn't smart. She is in fact spoiled and can be a bit selfish. She is not mean or bad just selfish and spoiled. Just because my character is supposed to be favored by God does not mean she is without faults. I can honestly say I built her with many. Something which I hope over time as the story progressives I will be able to build her out of. Do feel free to give me feedback mentioning if I'm achieving it or not. Feel free to ask me any question on the story I will answer unless I feel it might spoil my ending. Next chapter we are taking a trip with Sansa to Winter Town reason I mention this is because I will probably be a while before I post again just because I have like three ways I want to take it and I don't know which one is the best yet and then once I decide it'll take me a really good minute before I satisfied with the end product.

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones.