Jocelyn took a deep breath as she composed herself properly when the royal party passed through the great gates of Winterfell. While Joffrey made harsh comments about the land and it's people, Jocelyn was impressed. These were people who lived in the cold from the day they were born until the day they died. Sure it's made them serious, grim, and made them value honor but it was a refreshing change from the rather dishonorable capital of King's Landing. Although the princess would admit that she probably won't get used to the cold anytime soon. She was used to living in a warm climate with the sun constantly kissing your skin.

Besides, when she remembered being a little girl and hearing about the Wall, stories about the old King in the North before the Targaryens came, she was fascinated. Father told her about the Stark family although he usually ended up remembering Lyanna Stark whom he loved. Either way, she always wanted to see the North for herself. Winterfell was old and strong with history embedded in the walls. This was a place that would last generations.

She realized she shouldn't be riding a horse, but she refused to ride in the wheelhouse. It wasn't that she hated it, it was just if she was going to travel across the country she was princess of, Jocelyn wanted to see as much as she could. Tyrion once mentioned that a ruler with no knowledge of the land they rule is no ruler at all. Even though she would never be queen (she was relieved, she saw what power did to people), she wanted to know the land. However it was still a bit surprising to see the princess not riding in the wheelhouse, instead she was garbed in a dark green riding dress and on a grey stallion.

Instantly her eyes went to the family standing in front of several people. The Starks. The man standing closer to the front must have been Lord Eddard Stark. He had a grim look about him but stood tall. He certainly looked like a lord. He had dark hair and grey eyes.

The red haired woman next to him must have been Lady Catelyn Stark. Like a true Tully, she had vibrant red hair and blue eyes. While Jocelyn's own mother was a regal beauty who wore finery and jewels, Lady Catelyn's gown was simpler but she still had an air of elegance that suited her own beauty.

The eldest son who must have been Robb Stark had red hair and blue eyes as well. However he had a good resemblance to his father. Tall and muscular, Jocelyn wouldn't deny he was handsome. He was a bit older than her but when she smiled and gave him a respectful nod, he returned one all the same.

The two younger boys, Bran and Rickon Stark, had the Tully colors as well although she saw a little bit of Ned in Bran.

The eldest girl who must have been Sansa Stark had Tully colors too and looked like a young Catelyn Stark. Her hair seemed more vibrant however and her soft delicate features added to her beauty. She didn't miss the look the girl sent her brother and felt worried.

The last girl was Arya Stark with Lord Stark's coloring. She didn't have the look of an elegant lady, but was pretty in her own way.

Then, she heard her father get off his horse and walk towards Lord Stark. Everyone knelt respectfully as he got closer. Robert gestured for them to stand and when Lord Stark addressed him properly, the king answered in a way that wasn't too surprising.

"You got fat." The silence that followed seem awkward for most while Jocelyn held back the urge to laugh. Leave it to her father to say such things. Lord Stark glanced at the king's belly and gestured after looking back up. Robert laughs and the two men embrace. It was rather heart-warming to see two friends see each other again. The king always talked about how the only man besides Jon Arryn he could trust was Ned Stark.

Jocelyn slipped off her stallion as her mother stepped out of the wheelhouse, Tommen and Mycrella following. She was garbed in pink and gold finery with fur around her neck due to the weather. Gracefully as always, the queen strode forward and Lord Stark took her hand, kissing it in greeting.

"My queen." Both he and Lady Catelyn greeted as Cersei held a passive look on her face. Although, it turned sour the second Robert's mouth opened.

"Take me to the crypts. I want to pay my respects." Jocelyn noticed her mother growing irritated. "My love, we've been traveling for over a month. Surely the dead can wait." She objected but like always, Robert ignored her and followed Ned Stark as the man sent her an apologetic look. Her mother always felt humiliated whenever Lyanna Stark was brought up, no matter how subtle it was. The crowd dispersed slowly as luggage was transported and people were given directions. Jocelyn took it upon herself to introduce herself to Robb Stark.

"My princess." He greeted immediately upon seeing her. A boy with Stark coloring slipped away in the corner of her eye making her frown slightly but she smiled to Robb. "Please, call me Jocelyn." The boy smiled in return and kissed her hand. "Then please call me Robb. May I show you around?" He offered her his arm which she took.

"And here I thought the north was full of savages." Seeing her joke, he chuckled.

Robb Stark had heard all sorts of things about the royal family. He heard the Crown Prince Joffrey was a prick and while he had yet to actually talk to the boy, the look on his face showed arrogance. Princess Jocelyn was said to be friendly but with a hot temper rivaling her father's. So far, he didn't mind her as she had been respectful to him and his home so far. She listened as he described life in Winterfell and she explained life in the south. He had been surprised when she mentioned her archery lessons and figured Arya would like her. Jocelyn did act like a lady with how she walked and behaved, but she was more laid back in how she talked. She seemed relieved here, as if a weight had been taken off her back.

He decided he liked the princess, but would still be wary. After all, he had yet to see this temper of hers.


Jocelyn sat next to Arya, dressed in a silvery blue gown with her hair let loose with only the fringe pinned back. The Stark girl asked several questions about King's Landing and was curious. "You don't like it there?" She asked as she frowned in confusion. She loved her home in the north so it sounded strange for the princess to hate hers, especially with how glamorous it was supposed to be. Jocelyn shook her head. Everyone thought the capital was a place in fairy tales. Usually they learned quickly.

"I don't hold it in high regard." Jocelyn leaned towards her ear and whispered, "Everyone there has a lance up their ass." Arya laughed.

"What secrets are you ladies exchanging?" Robb asked playfully as he appeared with Theon Greyjoy close. Jocelyn didn't know what to think of the ward, but he seemed cocky.

"I'm afraid none of it's for the ears of men." Arya sneaked off while her brother engaged in conversation with the Baratheon and Jocelyn couldn't see where she went. However, she did see her father laughing and pulling in one of the servants close, kissing the woman right on the mouth. Her hand clenched into a fist. She may love her father but seeing him openly dishonor her mother irritated her to no end. Robb noticed the look in her eyes and what she was looking at.

His father would never dishonor his mother in that way. While everyone in Westeros knew that King Robert drank and fucked whores, he didn't think that it extended to doing it while his queen was in the room.

"ARYA!" He heard Sansa shriek and turned around to see that she had wet food on her cheek, dripping onto her dress. Robb laughed at the sight while Jocelyn appeared grateful for the distraction. "I'm afraid I'll need to put my sister to bed." She nodded and smiled as he left. She dropped the smile seeing her mother's face. She never liked seeing any member of her family upset, except well maybe Joffrey when he was being a cunt. She stood up to leave, subtly walking away.


It seems like Arya hates needlework as well.

While she hated it, she had been invited by to attend a session of it. She didn't want to seem rude and she hasn't had the chance to talk to Sansa. The girl seemed to have a large crush on her brother and Jocelyn wanted to give her a warning. She was a naive girl who didn't understand that the world was cruel. Even Mycrella had an idea that the world wasn't so black and white.

When Septa Mordane's head turned, Arya took the moment to sneak out. She had to pass Jocelyn but the princess just winked at her and acted as if she saw nothing. Meanwhile, Sansa and her friends sat close together as they talked about small things, giggling every now and then. "The prince is so handsome." Jeyne Poole gushed to Sansa who only smiled in agreement.

"The mountain laurel is a lovely flower but also very poisonous." Jocelyn mused, making the girls look at her confused as to why she randomly brought up a flower. The Stark girl noticed she had been quiet and that she wasn't taking her sewing seriously. In fact, her attempt at it was rather awful.

"Princess?" Sansa carefully asked as the Baratheon looked at her. "I'm only saying appearances aren't everything Lady Sansa. My brother is indeed handsome, he isn't inside." Mycrella nodded in agreement which shocked Sansa. Joffrey's sisters saying that their brother wasn't a good man was surprising and wasn't what she expected. He was charming to her and acted as a prince should. She didn't see why his siblings said otherwise. Yet…they were his sisters, and knew him better than she did at the moment.

Jocelyn stood up and curtsied. "If you will excuse me my ladies, sister." Septa Mordane nodded as did the others but as the black haired princess left, her words didn't leave Sansa's head.


"Tired of the Stark girls already?" Jaime asked watching his niece shoot her bow. She threw him an annoyed look as he leaned against a nearby wall.

"Tired of terrorizing the Starks?" she quipped as she turned to face him. She knew her uncle, he liked to taunt others and seemed to like picking a bone with Ned Stark.

He pretended to be insulted as he pushed off the wall and walked closer. "Now why would I do that?"

"Please." He shook his head at her scoff. Everyone went on about how like Robert she was but they seemed to forget that at times she had bits of her mother in her. "I don't mind them, they're an honorable lot. Foolish, but honorable." That raise of the eyebrow, just like Cersei. It made him snicker and remembered to point that out next time he spoke with his sister.

He lazily gestured to the target filled with three arrows. They were closely placed together and on the bull's eye. When she first started, she couldn't hit the target for the first few days. She didn't even touch the middle until weeks later. Hell, her very first time drawing the bow her fingers slipped and the bow string left a welt on her forearm. "You're getting better, but have you hit a moving target?" She shook her head. "I've hit immobile targets on horseback." Of course not. Cersei wouldn't let her daughter go on hunts despite her pleading.

"Anyone can hit a target that's not moving. Same principle for swords, testing it out on real flesh is a different matter." He pointed out.

"I'm not a swordsman." Jocelyn shrugged, drawing an arrow and fired quickly at the target. She had been trying to get faster at drawing and firing at once. If she can't use a sword, she may as well perfect archery.

"I'm sure if you only asked, your father would let you train instantly."

"Mother wouldn't want it, she didn't want me doing this," Jocelyn lifted her bow, "she'll won't want me playing with swords."

If you're going to learn how to use a bow, you may as well learn your way around a sword silly girl.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then."

She raised her brow again. "Have somewhere to be Uncle Jaime?"

"Is it a crime to want to take a walk?" She shook her head and laughed. When he walked away, he glanced back to see her taking the arrows out of the straw dummy before continuing his way to an abandoned tower where Cersei was going to meet him.


Thank you for the kind reviews, I love reading them! For Jocelyn's portrayal, I was thinking a younger version of Jessica De Gouw since Jocelyn's only fourteen.

Without spoiling what I have planned, Aegon won't be making an appearance until at least the beginning of season two. I want time to develop Jocelyn more on her own. I appreciate that no one thinks she's a Mary Sue and if it seems like she is becoming one, please point it out so I can fix it immediately.

For updates, I will try to do as often as I can but when school comes around it will be limited to one or two times a week. Again, thank you for the lovely reviews!