Robb

Today his family would leave. With his father gone, Robb would become the Lord of Winterfell. He felt a bit nervous about the task ahead of him, but he was also hopeful. He hoped he would get a chance to prove himself to the Lord of the North, and they would finally see him as a grown man. He looked to his left, and found his wife standing. Robb had only married Rhaenys two days ago, but he thought they were already developing feelings towards each other. They spent most of the last day together, and learned many interesting things about each other. Robb found out that she was actually into archery, having learned it from her mother. She told him that it was a Dornish tradition to teach women combat skills, and how her uncle Oberyn's daughters were thought to fight with every weapon. After his insistence Rhaenys showed him her skill in the training yard, and he was surprised to see that she was quite skilled, almost as much as his friend Theon.

The princess turned lady was now eyeing the courtyard nervously as her family prepared to leave. Robb knew this would be the first time she would be separated from them for a longer time, as was he. He extended his hand and took hers causing her to turn towards him. Robb smiled encouragingly at his wife and nodded, hoping to calm he somewhat. She seemed to relax a bit and smile back, but then someone interrupted them. They both turned towards the approaching figure, who turned out to be Aemon. Robb smiled at his cousin, who returned it and then went over to hug his sister, muttering a few words in her ear that Robb didn't hear. After he finished with his sister he came to stand in front of Robb, and while Stark was much taller, Aemon's muscled form made them appear the young nobles equals. He shook his hand then as he spoke:

"Watch after her Stark, and make sure not to anger her, you wouldn't want to wake the dragon" he said smiling at him. When Rhaenys heard it, she shoved her brother a bit causing all three of them to laugh out.

"I shall fulfill all of her wishes my Prince" answered Robb just as teasingly. Aemon left then, and mounted up next to Daenerys, who had already said her goodbyes to her niece. Robb grinned at his cousin knowingly, since he told him the day before that the King had allowed the marriage between them, which made both of them almost radiate with happiness.

The next to say goodbye was the crown prince, Rhaenys's brother. Aegon came over to them, nodded briefly at Robb and then hugged his sister, also muttering something in her ears, casuing her to roll her eyes at her brother. The prince smiled then and left them alone. After he was gone, Robb's father Ned came over to them and hugged his son and then his new good-daughter. He looked Robb in the eye and told him:

"You know our house words son, live by them and the North shall prosper" he said, causing Robb to nod and answer: "Yes Father"

Robb swallowed nervously as he realized that only two people were left, the King and the Queen. Queen Elia came over first smiling sadly at her daughter. Robb had noticed before how much his wife resembled her mother's beauty, but as they embraced each other with wet eyes, he realized how truly beautiful his wife was. After the Queen gave them some encouraging words, the King came up and also embraced his daughter, his face showing true emotion, which showed that despite being the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Rhaegar Targaryen was still a man, a father. The King then came to him and shook his hand.

"I am trusting you to keep watch over my daughter Lord Stark, don't disappoint me" he said, his face becoming that of a King again.

"I won't your Grace, I promise" answered Robb, albeit rather nervously. The King nodded at him one last time and mounted up then. Robb watched as half of his family left Winterfell with the royal entourage, and he had a bad feeling about it.

Aegon

Moat Cailin was, at least to Aegon, breathtaking. He had already seen it before on their way north to Winterfell, but the seeing it the second time was just as unique as seeing it the first. They have left Winterfell a week ago and now they have arrived to the gateway to the North. Moat Cailin, while being a destroyed castle was still often used for housing by travelling hosts, just like the royal one right now. As they slowly rode toward the castle Ser Arthur Dayne asked the prince:

"Admiring that ruin again my Prince?" Ser Arthur had been the personal shield of Aegon ever since the end of the Rebellion, and he had built a friendship with the aging Kingsguard.

"Sumerhall was just as much a ruin fifteen years ago Arthur, and now it is one of the most extraordinary keep in the realm" answered the prince, causing the knight to snigger at that.

"Lannister gold could even repair the ruins of Valyria at this rate" he joked, causing Aegon to laugh.

"I will suggest it to my father, you know how taken he is with our Valyrian heritage, he might even agree to it" he answered the knight.

They arrived at the castle then, the carriage came up and stopped, with the ladies exiting it. With Rhaenys staying in Winterfell, the carriage was left to the Queen the Lady Sansa and Lady Arya. Actually Lady Arya outright refused to sit in the carriage, and instead chose to ride with his brother Brandon. Those two were always causing some mischief in the camp, which often led to public scolding from their father. Lady Sansa was the complete opposite to her sister, she happily sat in the carriage with Aegon's mother and other ladies in waiting. Lady Sansa, at the age of thirteen was already a great beauty, and the prince was sure that she would have many suitors once they arrive back to the capital.

As the procession entered the old castle, Aegon rode up to his brother Aemon, who was speaking with their aunt as usual. The crown prince smiled as he thought about them, ever since they were children Aemon was always taken with young Daenerys and vice versa. With their father finally allowing the match, Aegon was sure he would be seeing them together at all times.

Arya

Arya loved travelling. Before the royal visit, Arya had never left Winterfell. She could finally see the North, and then there was Moat Cailin. The old castle, which was now a ruin was really exciting to explore. After they left the North through the Neck, they entered the Riverlands, the homeland of her mother. It was much warmer here, Arya had to discard many of her furs. The heat wasn't that unbearable while riding, but when her father and sister forced her into the carriage, she was pretty much burning arrive.

It has been two weeks since they left Winterfell, and now they were at the Crossroads Inn. The royal party settled into the tavern, and Arya decide to go out and practice with her sword Needle, which Aemon gifted to her, since she had a few more hours until dinner with her father. She got her direwolf Nymeria, and decided to go and check out the nearby Antler's Ford. It was the place where the Battle of the Trident took place during the rebellion. As royalists and rebel forces fought in the shallow river, Robert Baratheon an King Rhaegar dueled in the midst of the battle. After their long melee Rhaegar eventually won, and cut off his head ending the rebellion. It was said that the golden antlers fell from the Stormlord's helmet as it fell in the river, and many have since tried to find it. It was the commonfolk who first called it the Antler's Ford, but the name eventually remained.

After minutes of stumbling trough the woods she managed to find the clearing and saw the water. The small stream had many plants covering it, and the overgrown wildlife made the place unrecognizable to that of the Battle of the Trident. But Arya was sure it was here and she pulled out her sword and began drilling. When Aemon gifted her the blade, she had no idea how to use it, but after some nagging, she managed to convince her cousin to help her. The prince showed her a few basic movements, which had practiced a lot already, but decided to continue, as Aemon said she need to know them well. Nymeria yawned and laid down on the grass to rest.

After practicing for a few minutes, her wolf shot up unexpectedly and began growling. Arya stopped as she heard noises from the forest, and then a man came out from behind the tree.

"Could you please restrain her, my Lady?" Asked the man who Arya immediately recognized. She called her wolf of as Steffon Baratheon came into the clearing.

"I am no lady" she answered frustrated, being tired of all the southern courtesies. To her surprise the young lord laughed at then and came closer.

"No you really aren't, especially with that sword of yours, but what should I call you then?" He asked her. It was then that she realized that her sword was still raised in her hand, as she wanted to fight him. She quickly lowered her blade.

"Arya will be fine my Lord" she replied.

"I am not a Lord yet Arya, so please call me Steffon. I see you were practicing, I didn't know the ladies of the North learned to fight" he told her smiling.

"They don't, but I wanted to learn anyway" she replied nonchalantly.

"I see" he replied simply as he was now gazing at the ford. It was then that it her, Steffon lost his uncle here, the uncle he had never known.

"I am afraid there are no golden antlers in the stream Steffon, I already looked" she said trying to lighten up his mood. It worked somewhat, as he smiled at her at then surprisingly drew his sword.

"So will you show me what you know, or not my Lady?" he teased her as he took up a fighting stance.

"Happily my Lord" she replied grinning, as she took her stance as well.