Morgana rolled her eyes at Uther and Lord Stark, men she would never understand. They acted like children when they were together; she looked over to the younger men in the room who stood in a bundle together.

Robb and Arthur stood together with another man whom Morgana was sure wasn't introduced, Jon snow sat alone sipping wine every now and then. Morgana turned to make sure Lady Stark and Uther were not looking and she slipped into the chair beside him.

Turning her body towards him, their eyes met. "I'm Lady Morgana," she said her deep accent coming out smoothly.

Jon looked up with his dark eyes, "You shouldn't be speaking to me my Lady,"

Morgana laughed picking up her own goblet she splashed the red liquid into her mouth. "This is my home and I shall speak to who I wish." She smiled kindly and Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Oh dear, you're one of the rebellious ones…"

Morgana laughed "One of the rebellious ones? What does that mean?"

"One of the princesses that can everything they want so as a result they want the one thing that there father's would never let them have." He looked over at her straight face before cracking into a smile. She slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Oh please, it's not even like I'm a princess, I'm the king's ward! It's hardly the same! "

"Well it's hardly different! The king love's you like a daughter."

"Well. The Lord Stark loves you like a son."

"That's because I AM his son, his bastard son." Morgana shivered at the harsh terminology.

"I don't think it should matter, Lord stark is the one that got a whore pregnant not you, so why should you face the consequences?"

Jon lowered his head. "Because I am the constant reminder that he was unfaithful, I am his punishment."

Morgana felt sad for a few seconds before she laughed "you shouldn't be allowed to drink." She giggled afterwards and Jon found himself laughing too. "I like you" she replied shortly before she got up and strolled over to where the Lady Sansa was standing alone.

"Why were you talking to him?" She snarled viciously.

"He is your brother is he not? I am simply getting to know each of the stark children separately." She smiled but Sansa just glared back with green eyes.

"He is not a stark. He is Snow, a bastard boy. That's what mother says."

Morgana didn't know what to say and luckily she felt a tug at her dress, she looked down to find the younger stark girl Arya tugging at her. She had her hair down her shoulder and wore a small dress that she seemed incredibly uncomfortable in. But something about her was more like her father than any of the other children and she looked a lot like Jon.

"Hello" morgana giggled; "You must be Arya, a pleasure" She held out a hand but was interrupted by a boy shouting behind them.

"ARYA HORSEFACE DO NOT TALK TO THE PRINCESS WITHOUT ME" she was pushed aside slightly and a younger boy stood beside her smiling up at her.

"Hello…" he said smiling.

Morgana held out too hands and shook them both, she knelt down to their eye level. "Now tell me, where is this princess you wanted to talk too?"

Arya raised an eyebrow just as Jon had done earlier. "Jon told us you were as pretty as a princess."

"So you must be a princess!" Bran finished, Arya nudged him in the ribs for doing so. Morgana laughed, looking over to Jon. From the outside he didn't seem like the type to charm a lady but maybe she was wrong about that.

Robb had been watching morgana all night and when she went and sat next to Jon, he felt his cheeks go red. How could she choose the bastard over him? He was the heir to winterfell; if she married him she'd inherit more than a nameless name. He had always treated Jon as a brother and most of the time they got along but on this occasion Robb couldn't help but feel jealous of his brother as for once in his life, he was the one being overlooked.

Robb wasn't the only one to notice the Ward sit at Jon's side. As Catelyn looked over to her son expecting to see the ward drooling over him she saw her with the bastard. He had no right to do this, no right to take her son's future wife, not that Uther would ever allow this to happen. But as she looked at uther he seemed unfazed by this, he shook it off with a laugh "They are just young" he would say. Catelyn shook her head, Snow had never been in love and neither had the girl, any woman knew the impact a first love has on one she could only hope that the first love could still belong to her son.

Catelyn had zoned out and her husband shook her shoulder slightly. "My Wife? The king was just explaining how more guests may join us soon?"

Catelyn looked over in shock "Oh really, whom would these guests be?" She tried to hide her shock and prayed that it wouldn't be other young men seeking the hand of his ward.

Uther simply smiled oblivious to anything his guests may be thinking. "I believe the little Lannister Lord Tyrrion."

"The imp?" Cateyln cried forgetting her manners. Uther nodded and laughed, he didn't seem to be offended at all which Catelyn thanked the gods for. Tyrrion Lannister wouldn't be a threat to Catelyn's plans for her son and he would know better than to get in her way.

A/N-I didn't really know how to end this chapter, but I shamelessly want to introduce Tyrrion but I fear that I could ruin the writing of him as he is such a fantastic character, I'll do my best but if anyone has suggestions or anything please let me know! (if you think Tyrrion should be left alone I'll leave him out, he's a rather complicated fellow)

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