SANSA POV:

Winterfell:

"Wake up!"

"Why? My bed is so much nicer than whatever the world has to offer me"-

"Well the world offers you today yet another day of dreadful fittings and needles beings stuck at you, your bed will only offer you mummer dreams but I, your dear sister can offer you a horse, a saddle and an entire day out of the castle" That caught Arya's attention. Peeking her head from under the sheets she saw Sansa with her hair already braided and her riding gloves on.

"You're the mummer! You have a dress on"- Arya said in a childish voice, sliding again undercover.

"Of course I am! But it's underneath what counts" She held her dress up the reveal pants, they were plump colored but they were still pants.

After a very scary incident where Nymeria actually tried to bite Septa Mordane the Stark Sisters had made a pact; whenever one was feeling too overwhelmed or stuffed up being in the castle the other would find a way to cool off and find some peace of mind often resulting in sneaking away to the woods without anyone noticing. The past month had been chaos, after the announcement of Rickon's betrothal to Shireen things had been hectic planning said wedding but more so preparing for the royal visit. Last night had been a breaking point for both of them... Their Mother told them that in fact the King was looking for a wife for his son and was specifically coming to Winterfell to see if one of them fitted the bill, this made Sansa go into a rage that was expected from her younger sister, definitely not her. She yelled and deemed their parents hypocrites given them freedom but selling them to the King the moment he expressed interested. Before things escalated even more Arya chose to divert the topic to Jon who was being shipped to the Wall for as long as the Royal Family was staying, claiming it was unfair and was screaming her lungs out. She really did care for Jon but in that moment she was only trying to get the attention off of Sansa. She had given herself to a man and it would be disastrous for it to be known at a time like this. Sansa never adored her sister more than that night

"What's it like?"- Arya asked her. They were far away from the Castle in company of their horses and direwolves, free to speak their minds.

"What's what like?"

"You know... being with a boy, man or whatever" Arya said dismisively but the fact that she was asking about it signaled her interest.

"Well it's... different. It gets better each time you do it."

"You've done it more than once?!" Arya exclaimed almost falling off of her precious sand steed.

"Yes, Arya I've done it more than once. You're such a prude sometimes"- Sansa said rolling her eyes at her little sister. She wasn't really a prude, it was just that she never really thought about laying with a man. It was only recently that her brothers had started getting married and she herself had been getting marriage offers from all the North. It wasn't a surprise, Sansa knew that once her little sister grew into her looks she would be the fairest of the land.

"Ramsey Bolton kissed me the other night"- This time it was Sansa turn to almost fall off her horse.

"Ramsey Bolton? Arya did anyone see you? Did you like it? Did you kiss him back?" Sansa didn't know if she should laugh or cry. After 18 years her sister finally expressed interested in boys... well, in her own way.

"No, of course no one saw us. It was after the feast. He asked me if he could escort me back to my chambers and just as I was about to go inside he turned me around and kissed me"-

"So?..." She wasn't going to be satisfied with so little.

"So he kissed me. It was cold and he slobbered me more than Nymeria does... He also hummed like a bee and made other noises. Is that normal?"-

"No... yes! Well, not quite. But did you like it? Him kissing you?"

"I don't have anything else to compare it to but I can live without it. It's not like the songs paint it! I didn't feel like I was walking on air and all I could think about was how he reeked of that awful ale Mikken likes to brew"-

Sansa decided not to say anything not only because it was clear that Arya had no feelings whatsoever towards Ramsey but thinking more of the political implications. If... when her union with Theon was officialiced, the Starks and Greyjoys would have one of the most powerful armies in the word, superior than the Royal Army. Rob would rule the lands with his wife Asha while Theon and Sansa would command the seas. Arya would be the pot of gold the remaining houses would kill for just so they could be inside the alliance.

"Look, Shaggydog is here!"- Arya spoke getting her out of her internal debate. Not so far ahead they could see a black wall of fur. As they rode closer they could see it was sheltering a small body.

"Shireen! What's wrong?"- Arya said immediately getting off her horse. Red eyes told you instantly that Shireen had been crying. Sansa maintained her distance.

"Oh... it's nothing."- She said trying to wipe her tears away. Sansa sighed, she tried to remain uninterested but the girl really was sweet at heart.

"You are fighting with Rickon again aren't you? About the Prince?..." Shireen never spoke a word to defend her uncle the King, but every time someone spoke ill of her cousin Gendry; the crown Prince, she would show her horns. Rickon had met the young man and said he was quite easygoing but since they found out his intention of marriage he was sour to the point he couldn't bare to see his bride to be. None of the boys where happy with the idea of having one of the girls go South. They were Ice Princesses, they belonged in the cold hard north. Out of love Sansa was willing to go to the Iron Islands but that was it, she was perfectly content staying were she was. The only one who ever wanted to explore the world was Arya...

"He's not bad. I promise! My cousin doesn't even want to marry!"- She said pleading to them. More to Sansa than Arya for they were closest. Sansa had given her the cold shoulder feeling betrayed for she knew about her relationship with Theon.

"You are to be our good sister Shireen, we don't want to argue with you. But you must understand that we are not interest in whatever the Prince has to offer. Sansa already made up her mind and I..."-

"...You are to explore the four corners of the Known World with me!"-

"Jon!"- Arya squealed running into his arms as always. She hadn't seen the Crown Prince but if someone was ever worthy of that title Sansa thought it was definitely Jon Targaryen. He was tall and handsome with black grayish hair that reached his shoulders. Catelyn was sure that by the time he reached 30 he would have fully silver hair like his father. He had the finesse of the Targaryens with the built of the Starks. He was loved by all; admired by the men, loved by the women and cherished by the people but only had eyes for his little Arya. Their father used to say that the love Rhaegar had for Lyanna lived on through Jon as Arya was her spitting image. Of course it was only a love professed that a brother would have for his sister but now that they were all of age Sansa thought of the young dragon, what would become of him? Disgraced family or not, the Targaryens were of royal linage. You could not get a better match than that...

"What's this? Why is the fierce some stag in distress?"- Jon said noticing Shireen lying on the floor.

"Lovers quarrels Cousin... nothing else" Sansa said giving him a knowing look. It had to do with the Prince, everything these days had to do with the Royal Family. Jon who had the right to be the most affected just ignored it and preferred to be ignorant to the game of thrones.

"He can't stand the sight of me today..."- She said fixing her hair so she could hide her greyscales.

"That is nonsense!"- Said Jon fixing the hair right out of her face. "If that were the case then Shaggydog wouldn't be with you would he? Remember, we have wolves eyes" He said in a conspiring tone. On cue Shaggydog nuzzled against her reminding her that as long as he was with her Rickon would always know where she was. That seemed to lift her spirits instantly.

"Now... three gorgeous ladies alone in the middle of the Forrest? Whatever shall I do?"-

"You race us of course!"- Said Arya already mapping her route.

"Shireen doesn't have a horse. You two go ahead, i'll take Shireen to the castle."

"Who said anything about racing horses?"- Said Jon with a playful grin.

An hour later they were back in the castle Arya arriving first on top of Nymeria followed by Jon with Ghost. Shaggydog would never put Shireen at risk and Lady quite enjoyed the scenery so they arrived last together. Sansa wondered if Arya will ever noticed than Jon always let her win...

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JOFFREY POV:

Outskirts of Winterfell:

This was the North? Acres, acres and more acres of land, trees and snow? Yes, that's it!

They had been traveling for God knows how much time. It might have been a day, a week, a month or a year but Joffrey didn't know, his father's personal wine batch threw you a mean punch... So after deciding it was too cold to be outside Joffrey had spent the entire trip inside his mother's carriage.

Gendry was the one that dragged him away to see this and to see that, Joffrey was completely happy living inside the Red Keep, if he wanted something he could just order it and have it. Yes...he was a brat but Gendry was supposed to be the King, not him, so why not live a little?

He could hear his brother's laughter inside the carriage, his mother instantly smiling at the sound of his son's voice.

"You think he'll like one of the Stark girls?" He asked her, after all, that was the real purpose for the trip. Their cousin's wedding was just an excuse to breach the northern boarders.

"I think your father want's him to pick one of the girls. Gendry is not like him, he is different"- Cersei said in a loving tone. Joffrey wasn't jealous. Cersei favored Gendry as much a Robert favored Joffrey. Often because Gendry chose to stay behind and hear the peoples problems at court while Joffrey went hunting and drinking with his father.

"Do you know anything about the Starks? The Lord and Lady of the House?"

"I never knew Eddard for his friendship with your father was already broken when we married but I knew Catelyn when we were young in court, I'm afraid I haven't seen her since but she was always kind and a good friend. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. A Queen has many friends as you have desires of finding someone for yourself"-

"Mother did you just throw an insult at me?"

"Will you like one of the Stark girls? I worry more about you than I worry about Gendry... Honestly Joffrey if I catch one more of my handmaidens or one of the kitchen girls sneaking in moon tea I'll ship you off to the Quiet Isle myself!"-

"Yes... about that, you should probably replace all of them for none are no longer a maids"- He smirked. Joffrey loved getting his mother angry. She was about to scold him went they heard a loud howl.

"Winterfell ahead!"- Yelled one of the Kings-guard making Joffrey stumble out of the carriage in search for his horse.

"Nice of you to join us men outside Brother"- Gendry said annoyed of his preference for his mother's skirts than to tough it up in the cold weather like the others.

"Just think how I make you look better my Prince" They laughed as they saw Winterfell from afar.

"Are you nervous? Think the girls will be hideous with wolf tails?" He knew that deep down his brother was nervous. Just like their mother had said; he was running out of time to pick a bride and his father was more than willing to chose one himself.

"Boys! Come out front! You will ride with me!"- Their father ordered from the front of the caravan.

"Well there is no time to go back is there? Come on, I want you to see the direwolves. There the most amazing creatures I have ever seen"- Gendry said riding to the front. He hoped for his brother's sake that animals weren't the only thing that caught his eye.

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