A/N: So now, we get to be colder, because the Starks are where it's at. Say hello to Miss Arianna Stark.

How does that boy live?

Prince Joffrey's annoying, rude, and generally a manner of other unpleasant things. And he's going to be our king.

Lucky realm, right? The girl, Kyra, or whatever her name is, she doesn't seem bad. Other than lying to please Sansa.

But thankfully, Arya and I can see beyond that.

I'm showing Princess whatever the hell her name is around, and Sansa's showing Myrcella.

We don't trust Arya. And we can only pray that Jacklyn stays out of sight.

Jacklyn's, well, abnormal. She believes that she talks to invisible people. She's a very sweet girl, but, well, what would the Baratheons and Lannisters think?

"So, honestly." I ask the Lannister girl, "What's Joffrey really like?"

"Terrible. I think you've seen, but, you know, just awful." She talks really quickly, and while she's turned to me, I see Jacklyn run through the corridor, whispering to herself.

"And what's the Kingslayer like?" I ask. I might have just a slight infatuation with him.

"Well, he's out a lot. I barely see him. And he's always flirting with somebody. But he's nice, I think." She talks so quickly I can barely tell what she's saying.

And suddenly Robb's pulling me into a room nearby.

"Let GO of me!" I yell, pulling away from him.

"Easy, now." he says. Does he think I'm some horse?

"Why?"I ask him.

"Father wanted to see all the Starks."

"Jon and Jacklyn?"

"We can't find Jacklyn, but Jon's coming."

And sure enough, after a while, all of us get there.

Arya looks ready to kill someone, restrained only by Jon's hand on her head. He looks amused.

And so does Theon Greyjoy. He's most certainly not a Stark, but my father's judgment is my father's judgment.

"I have been offered the position of Hand of the King." Father says grimly. Then again, he says everything grimly.

There's a flurry of voices.

"Am I coming?" Sansa asks eagerly.

"Yes. You will be coming, Arya will be coming, Jacklyn will be coming (wherever she is), Bran will be coming, and Arianna will be coming." Father says, still grimly.

"Yay." I mutter.

"And Arianna will be married to Joffrey."

"WHAT?" I shout.

"You're so lucky!" Sansa says.

"NO! He's, he's a… a weasel! YES! HE'S A WEASEL!"

All the guys and Arya laugh at that.

"Please," I say, "Please, father. I can't marry him."

"You must." he replies.

I storm out.

And that concludes the Stark family meeting.

A/N: That was fun. Please review!