Sansa
Looking out into the loud hall, Sansa grabs her cup, which makes everyone silent.
"As you all know, Me and my brother, your king Brandon Stark, sent out invitations to all the Lords of the North, to the strong hard men and women who helped us win the Long Night War, to Queen Yara of the Iron Islands, Queen Loreza Martell of Dorne, Jon Arryn, King of The Vale, King of the Rock, Podrick Payne, The Hand of the King, Tyrion, and also all of the king's council members. You're all invited for the feasts, however it could become crowded so we've set up the second kitchen in the other hall. Thank you, you can continue back to your meals." Sansa finished speaking, and sat back down and finished her wine.
Sansa always wanted to be a Queen, but never knew she would be an independent Queen. When she married a lord in the North, Lord Darren Barbos, she feel in love with Darren, quickly too. Sansa reaches down to her belly, and feels the kick of the baby inside her, and knew life had to be peaceful. Jon and Ayra don't know yet, Sansa wants it to be a surprise.
Sansa leaves the hall and Maester Gurdin approaches her. "Your Grace," Maester Gurdin says,
"Good morning, Maester," Sansa returns, which makes Maester Gurdin bow.
"All the Lords in the North and their children, wives and/or husbands will be coming to Winterfell, that's around one hundred and fifty people. Including everyone coming, there'll be three hundred highborn in the great hall, and another 2000 of our people will be attending the feast. How would you like to prepare the feast, highborn into the main hall and lowborn into the second hall?" Maester Gurdin wanders,
"How cold is it of an evening?" Sansa asks, and Maester answers,
"Since winter has passed, just bearing on cold."
"Beside the main hall set up two marquee tents, we'll all be together, we all experienced this together," Sansa answers and excuses herself from the Maester,
"Maester," Sansa says and walks off,
"Thank you, your Grace."
Sansa returns to her chamber, the one her father used to sleep in with her mother. Sansa comes into her chamber to find Darren still in bed. "Come on, get up. We need to wait for my brother this afternoon." Sansa said, powerfully walking in.
"Is it the afternoon already, my queen?" Darren responded, half-naked in bed. Darren was very attractive, bald with very blue eyes.
"Don't be smart, Darren. I didn't marry you for your intelligence," Sansa replied,
"What did you marry me for, then?" Darren asked, being blatantly annoying at this point,
"It's hard to explain, I felt bad when you went down on one knee," Sansa said, smirking. Darren laughed and got out of bed. Sansa looked through her jewellery box and felt Darren's large arms wrap around her neck, and Sansa smiled, Darren's other hand reached down to make Sansa moan, satisfied.
"You're right, it's not the afternoon yet." Sansa said, turning around to kiss Darren and threw him on the bed.
