(A look back into days of old)
Running through courtyard of Winterfell, the laughter of children could be heard bouncing off the stone walls surrounding the area. Sounds of people tending to their duties only mixing with the laughter of the children. A dark haired young boy could be seen running after the little girl who all knew was friends. The adults would laugh to themselves as the two children chased one another around and around with not a single care or worry of the politics surrounding Winterfell.
Ducking behind a wagon and kneeling down to try and stay hidden the little girl covered her mouth with her tiny hand, snickering to herself while she peered from under the wagon to see if the boy, her friend would be able to find her or not. She was good at hiding, and sometimes it would take hours her others to find her. Most of the time when she did this she would be punished, more so if she was already avoiding a punishment by her father. While she continued to hide her laughter her mischievous eyes looked from left to right but she couldn't see the boy anywhere. Where was he she thought? Had he grown tired of playing and went home leaving her there alone. She had become so lost in her thoughts that she had distracted herself to the point that the little boy had managed to sneak up behind her since she was looking in all the wrong places.
He waited for a little while, creeping up behind her further and further being mindful to try and stay as quiet as he possibly could, but his own mischievous side was threatening to give him away and so he clamped both hands over his mouth to hide his own laughter. Once he managed to get closer enough to her he reached out with both hands and grabbed her shoulders. His laughter finally lifting to her ears.
"I FOUND YOU!" He shouted, after clamping down on her shoulders, the light in his eyes as bright as the sun and his cheeks were turning a crimson shade as he continued to laugh seeing how badly he had scared her. When she screamed she whirled around and stood up, his hands falling away from her shoulders, and her face had turned an equal shade of red but not because of her laughter. Not at all, now she was mad...she didn't like being scared and he knew it. She narrowed her eyes at him before stalking towards him while he backed up, his hands rising in protest but still he laughed. He couldn't help himself; he liked scaring her even if she found it unpleasant.
"That was NOT funny! You scared me half to DEATH!" And with all the might in her body she put her hands firmly on his chest and pushed him, not once but twice. Even though he was still laughing when she pushed him a second time he stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet, falling backwards into a mud puddle. As the muddy water splashed everywhere it covered the little boy almost from head to toe. Needless to say he stopped his laughter so abruptly that the little girl stopped dead in her tracks wondering if she had hurt her friend. But the glare that now shown on his face proved to her that only his pride had been hurt.
"Why did you go and do that for?!" After a moment of sitting in the mud puddle he finally got back to his feet but of course he was covered in mud, his clothes were soaked and his eyes narrowed at the girl and then without another word he started chasing her again, and again she ran from him while laughing.
"You can't run from the lord of Winterfell, I will be king of the north, you won't be able to run then..." He said while chasing her steadily through the courtyard still.
"And why not oh might King of the North?" Her amusement was evident as he stayed several paces ahead of her chaser.
"Because you can't run from your husband...I'm going to marry you...you'll see..." The sound of the children playing until the hours grew long continued until both of them were near exhausted and finally stopped to rest.
