Notes: Thank you so much for the comments! BTW, answering one of them... No, I won't be shipping Arya with any of them. The only ships are Susan/Jon and Sansa/Peter.

I'm glad you're enjoying this.

Time for all the Pevensies to meet all the Starks.

Chapter 4

"It's awfully kind of you to walk us, Ser Davos." Lucy smiled at the man, who had actually offered his arm to the girl.

Edmund rolled his eyes, while Peter hid a grin. Trust Lucy to charm their jailers in under four minutes and make him feel he was being nice for escorting them when it was his job.

Susan might be the diplomat of the family, but Lucy was naturally trustworthy and people just flocked to her.

"I am worried about Susan." Edmund admitted from his right.

"King Jon will treat your sister with nothing but the utmost respect, Lord Edmund." Brienne informed him earnestly.

"Believe me when I say, lady Brienne, that I do not wish to say I don't believe in you." Peter replied honestly. "However, I am the eldest brother of two beautiful sisters. I don't like when they're with men that I don't know and trust."

Brienne nodded like his answer made perfect sense for her. Of course, she didn't know that Peter wasn't just being overly cautious. He was still suffering with the regret of all the events that led to Susan's kidnapping, not long ago. So was Edmund, for that matter.

"Don't worry, lad." Tormund, the redheaded brute, called. "Snow might as well not have a pecker anymore, since he doesn't use it."

"Tormund!" Davos bristled. "We have a lady present."

"Beg your pardon, little lady." The burly man said directly to Lucy, but he didn't look repentant.

"He gets too close to my sisters he really won't have a pecker anymore." Peter grumbled.

"Peter!" Lucy chided. "He's our host, and this isn't polite."

"You've been learning from Sue, Lucy." Edmund grinned. "The haughty tone is exactly the same."

The youngest Pevensie showed her tongue to her brother.

Ser Davos had a bemused look on his face as he looked at the siblings, but he once again became serious when they came to the solar.

Peter entered first and found Susan standing there. She had that look on her face, one that he knew meant she'd been taking them all to school, showing how much of a Queen she was. Peter was always amused to see her putting people in their place, he just wasn't sure it was an appropriate thing right now.

"Susan." He stepped close to her, his hand going to her back. "Are you alright?"

"The King has been nothing but courteous, brother." She smiled kindly at him, and Peter knew she was being sarcastic.

He gave the other man a look. "Your Majesty." He nodded.

"Actually, it's 'Your Grace'." Susan informed him.

Peter arched a brow at his sister, but turned to the man again, this time bowing. "Your Grace."

The King took the four siblings standing in front of him. "Would you introduce me to your siblings, my Lady?" He asked of Susan.

"Should I spare you a lot of time, or would you like to hear their titles as well, my King?" She said with that frosty politeness.

He heard Edmund turning a snicker into a cough, but the King never replied, he just arched a very expressive eyebrow.

"This is my youngest sister, Queen Lucy, the Valiant, Duchess of Ferny Hills, Healer of Wounds and Dame of the Most Noble Order of the Lion." She indicated Lucy, who curtsied prettily and smiled.

"This is my younger brother, King Edmund the Just, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March and Knight of the Noble Order of the Lion." She put her hand on Edmund's shoulder, who had stopped by her left.

"And this is the eldest of us." She nodded towards Peter. "High King Peter the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion."

"Aslan also calls him Sir Wolf's Bane." Lucy offered.

That gave them all pause, and Susan sighed. "Lucy, their sigil is a wolf." She pointed at the obvious banner behind the King. "That wasn't assuring."

Lucy looked properly embarrassed. "I am so sorry, Your Grace." She hurried to say. "That was awfully tasteless of me."

Susan sighed once again. "These are my siblings, Your Grace." She finished, and Peter almost smiled at her disgruntlement.

The King finally chose to rise to his feet. "I am King Jon Targaryen." He informed them. "I don't have so many creative titles, unless I decide to use the old ones."

"We can always go back to calling you Lord Crow." Tormund offered from behind the siblings.

The King ignored the big man. "Welcome to Winterfell."

"It is an honor to be here, Your Grace." Peter offered. "Has my sister explained what happened?"

The King nodded. "About other worlds and Spring."

"And how we aren't married." Susan offered to Peter.

"Married?" Lucy repeated shocked. "But we're siblings!"

"Apparently it isn't much of an impediment here." Susan commented.

The King gave her a look, like it wasn't the first time she'd been a bit insolent in his presence, which surprised Peter, because normally Susan was beyond courteous. Still, this was his sister, and no one would look at her like that.

Peter took a step forward, putting himself between the King and Susan. "Did you come to an understanding with my sister, Your Grace?"

"She offered your services." The King informed him.

"Have you accepted it?"

The King nodded. "We're waiting for my Maester, so you may know the people that run Winterfell."

They waited in a tense silence for two minutes, Peter never daring to take his eyes off the King, until the door opened and a fat man with pink cheeks and a woman came in.

"Sam, come here." The King called the man. "This is Sam Tarly, he is our Maester. His wife Gilly is my cousin's handmaiden." The King said.

The Pevensie siblings curtsied to both.

"Ser Davos is the Master-At-Arms of Winterfell." He indicated the older woman. "Lady Brienne is part of the personal guard of my cousin. Tormund is the representative of the Free Folk in the North." The redheaded man grunted his agreement.

The King turned to the two women behind them and they came closer. Peter had kept his eyes on the man the whole time, so this was the first time he actually paid attention to them.

He wasn't sure how he had missed the redhead at first, but Lucy would probably say it was because he was an idiot.

He'd never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Her hair was like a river of fire and her eyes were two sapphires. He was pretty sure he was staring.

"These are my cousins." The King informed them. "Lady Sansa is my Hand, and Lady Arya, my Captain of the Guards." He indicated first the redhead, then the brunette.

The siblings once again bowed in respect.

"So you're married to which one?" Lucy asked cheerfully.

Jon looked at her, like he wasn't sure if she was making a serious question or being sarcastic. "Neither."

"Oh." She looked confused for a minute. "But I thought you married your siblings here, so marrying your cousins must be pretty normal too."

"Lucy!" Susan called appalled.

The younger girl blushed deeply. "I am sorry!"

Tormund was guffawing. "I like the little lass." He declared.

"Who are they?" Susan pointed at the two people who'd been on the back of the room in silence.

The King looked like he'd just remembered about them. "This is my cousin, Bran Stark, and Meera Reed." He informed them simply.

It didn't explain anything, much less the vacant look in the boy's eyes. Was he sick? Did the family hide him away, for some reason? He didn't even look at them as he was introduced; Meera was the who did, and she just gave them a quiet nod.

However, if Peter was honest he didn't understand any of those titles, though he could deduce some of them. But what was a Hand of a King?

"Lady Sansa will get you rooms for tonight." The King informed them. "Tomorrow we'll make better arrangements. I would like to see you all at the training grounds early in the morning, so we can access how your abilities might help us. Later Maester Tarly can appraise you to the situation in the North."

They all nodded. It was a bit more than they had expected.

"Your Grace…" Lucy took a step forward. "I do not wish to abuse your generosity, but what of our weapons?"

"No weapons until I know I can trust you." The King replied immediately.

"This is a fair assessment, Your Grace." Lucy started again. "But I have just one thing to ask of you. Those weapons are precious to us, very much so. They kept us safe and were a special gift from someone. Keep that in mind when you keep them."

Jon studied Lucy for a minute, before nodding. "This is acceptable, my Lady."

"Thank you, Your Grace." Lucy bowed perfectly, a smile on her face.

"I shall take you to your rooms now." Lady Sansa declared. Even her voice was pretty. "At this time we only have two chambers available. We have many lords staying at Winterfell now, so we're lucky to have these two."

"We can share." Edmund assured her. "We shared a lot of tents during battles."

"I am staying with Sue, because both of you snore." Lucy hurried to say.

"We do not!" The brothers protested at the same time.

Lady Sansa looked amused by the display. "Follow me."

The four siblings curtsied to the King one last time before following the redhead. They saw that Lady Arya and Brienne were following them, obviously guarding the woman.

Peter was trying to stop looking at her, but it was impossible. She was immensely gracious, a true lady. Sure, he'd seen other woman that were gracious –Susan was a perfect lady –but, Sansa had something different, steel beneath the velvet of her skin, strength hidden under…

Susan elbowed his middle and gave him a look. He was caught.

Sansa stopped in front of one of the doors. "Here is one room."

"Go on, Sue and Lucy." Peter told them gently. "We'll talk tomorrow." He dropped a kiss to each of their foreheads and watched as they entered the room and closed the door.

A guard was posted there, and lady Brienne whispered some order to him.

"Follow me." Sansa said to Peter and Edmund.

They didn't have to walk much until they were standing next to another door. "Thank you, my lady." Peter told her.

She just nodded at him. "I'll see you tomorrow. You should rest."

"We will. Sweet dreams." Peter bowed to her.

She arched a brow, but just nodded at them as they entered the room.

Once the door closed behind them Edmund snickered. "So suave…"

Notes: Someone is halfway in love already, and someone else is going to be a bit more stubborn about it... hahahaha

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