Sansa

She watched as her little sister was being dressed. It took her a while to convince Arya to wear a dress. When all the logical reasons didn't seem to work on the stubborn little wildling she just said "my house, my rules." And that left her sister grumpy, but obedient. She was sure that if Arya was in full strength she would have just walked out the door and hang around with the mountain clans. She was always such a wild child.

Sansa sighed and rubbed her huge belly. Arya was not a child anymore. She was a woman grown and a pretty one too. Not as beautiful as Sansa, though. While Sansa was a perfect rose Arya was a wild flower, untamed and fierce. Her sister was lean and tall, though not as tall as her. Her silken (when clean) brown hair was almost to her waists. Her face, once long and unattractive, was now more feminine, her lips full and her eyes big and fierce. She had their father's eyes, and it made Sansa yearn to hug her. But her sister did not just look different, her whole being was different. Where once she was wild and rude, now she was cold and quiet, always alert, examining her environment, not trusting. Sansa felt there was a barrier between them that she could not breech.

"Hey! I let you put me in this silly dress, but you said nothing about doing my hair with those annoying pins as well, enough is enough!" her sister slapped the maid's hand off her hair viciously, sending angry stares at Sansa. Sansa sighed, giving up. "Alright, you may keep it down. Just put a pin on the side so the hair won't get in your food, I have just the one!" Sansa went to her desk and pulled out the pin that Harry gave her for her eight and ten name day. It was a wild daisy made of silk with a big yellow topaz in the middle, and it fitted Arya's green dress perfectly. She pushed her sister towards the mirror; she had notice Arya avoiding the mirror all day long, and stood behind her, thrilled to see her sister's amazed stare. Yes Arya, you're a woman now, and a pretty one. Use it for your advantage. Little finger had taught Sansa that lesson a long time ago, when she was just starting to understand how the game was played. He said that a woman's beauty can be used as a powerful weapon on weak man. It can make men stupid, and stupid men are easier to manipulate. Sansa had used her beauty to get many things, the most important was making Harry want her, and marry her. She enchanted all of his bannermen with her grace, she could've made them conquer Winterfell for her too, but then Rickon showed up and managed on his own. Her beauty helped gaining queen Deanerys the throne easily, without too much bloodshed, thus making her a strong alliance with the queen.

Prince Aegon though was a different story, he was not enchanted by her beauty and wits, and it had looked very peculiar to her. She made it a challenge to herself to catch him in her net as well, until he came to her doorstep with his dragon, carrying her little sister in his arms. She knew then that she herself could not get him, he wants his woman feisty and not dainty, and Sansa could never be as wild as her siste. Now Sansa had the tool to draw the prince to do her will. A Stark princess could be of great use.

The royal prince hasn't left Arya's bed side for the first three days, until Jon Connington dragged him cursing for discussing with Harry and his bannermen. You should get him, sister. Use the Baratheon bastard to make him jealous and make him yours, you'll have all the power then, you can do as you wish, we could do as we wish. She knew her sister didn't want power, though; she wanted only to play at vengeance. Poor, clueless Arya.

"Why do we even need to have a special dinner, why can't I eat here like yesterday, without all the fuss?" Arya was acting like a seven year old brat all over again and Sansa was sick of it. Her sister stood as further away from the mirror as she possibly could, as she was afraid of her own reflection. Sansa took a thin silver necklace with a pendent in the shape of a leaf and put it on her sister's neck. A wildling princess for the royal prince, this should entice his imagination, she smiled to herself for her cunning and answered her sister, "You need to move about a little, and eat properly. And, I want you to meet my family. Don't worry; your brute friends will be there, the prince and his men". She smiled reassuringly at Arya, but all she got from her sister was a look full of loathing. She decided to change the subject, "the prince is quite handsome, isn't he. And he seems very fond of you", she said, brushing her long auburn hair, she needed to be beautiful tonight as well. Arya was not pleased "Joffrey was handsome too" she spat viciously. Why did her sister hate her so much? they should talk things out, she knew, but not now. "As you say", she said dryly, "are you ready?"

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Everyone was staring at them when they entered the dining hall. The prince's mouth dropped open and the Baratheon bastard (what was his name?) just gaped at Arya, looking like an idiot. Harry was staring at her sister too. Now, when Sansa was heavy with his child, he bedded even more girls, he must be thinking if he could try and bed Arya too. Let him have his fun, he favors her above all others and he always does what she asks of him. Little finger had taught her how to make the best of this situation, don't get angry – take advantage of it. as long as he's not making any bastards she was fine with his doings.

She looked at Arya, and was surprised to see her sister blushing. Well, maybe there is some woman in you after all. She introduced Arya to her husband and all of his bannermen. Lastly, she introduced her to her son. "Jon, this is your Aunt Arya. She is the one who rode on prince Aegon's dragon!" the boy's eyes widened with delight and a huge smile was stretched on his face "really? Did you really ride a dragon? I thought only those with royal blood could…" the boy kept rambling on and she saw that Arya was speechless. Her son looked exactly like Bran.

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Dinner went smoothly, Sansa scanned the table. The men were talking about battles lost and won, mostly with Connington. Prince Aegon was distracted by her sister. Sansa sitted Arya next to Gendry (yes, that was his name. he is important, she should remember this), to make the pretty prince jealous, which have obviously worked. She saw that her sister was getting tired and suggested that they retire and leave the men to their business.

Sansa guided Arya back to her room. Her sister was limping badly and groaned in pain for every step that they climbed. When they finally reached her room Sansa led Arya to her bed, covered her, kissed her forehead and bid her goodnight.

"You're no longer a Stark", her sister mumbled from beneath her covers. Sansa turned around to meet her sister's hard stare, "What do you mean?"she said in her most calm voice. It seems like Arya have been waiting all day to tell her that.

"You said you wanted me to meet your family. Your family is dead, what's left of it scattered. The Stark family is no more, how can I meet them? You are no longer a Stark, you have abandoned us, and you have forgotten who you are".

You will never grow up. "That's right, I am an Arryn now. And I have a family of my own, A husband, and a son and another child on the way. I have my own house hold and bannermen that are loyal to me and my own. I took my husband's name and made it my own. As a proper lady should. Mother was a Tully before she was a Stark, will you say she abandoned her family?" she came to sit next to her sister's bed. She knew Arya had a lot to say to her, she saw her struggling with her thought. Now she is going to blame Sansa for not rescuing their father, for loving Joffrey, for loving Kings Landing, for being a perfect lady and for not avenging their family. Sansa had all the answers to those allegations. After all, she blamed herself for those things all these years.

Her sister looked at her with her big cold eyes, father's eyes, and raised her eyebrows, as if realizing something important. Sansa waited patiently for the attack to come.

"How did you manage to survive?" her sister asked, finally, her icy eyes borrowing into Sansa's.

"Little finger. He pulled me out of there and brought me here to Aunt Lysa. He saved me from her madness and betrothed me to Harry. He taught me how to play the game… the game of thrones". Was it wise to tell this to her sister, will it not expose her cunning and secret plans for her sister? Arya was always sharp; she knows when she is fooled. Yet, Sansa felt comfortable to show that side of her to her sister, maybe gain some appreciation. Arya always thought Sansa was stupid, it was time to show her that she was wrong.

"Varys said you killed little finger", Arya whispered, sending a sideway glance to her sister. So varys trusts you, very well. "I did. He betrayed father, and had him killed. He confessed it to me one night when he was drunk". She remembered the night she killed him. It was a year ago. Petyr had always tried to get in her bed. He used to kiss her, even when she was married, and whisper endearments in her ear. He told her he loved her and he wanted her, but she always turned him down. One night, after Deanerys and her dragon were spotted on their way to the Vale, he got really drunk and confessed to her that he told Joffrey not to spare her father's life, because it served the game, he needed a war. He though she agreed with him because she just smiled at him. He was the one that taught her that. Never show your thoughts, keep them safe to yourself. A month after that she called him to her bed, saying that she was bored with Harry and tired of his womanizing. Petyr was so happy he took her in his arms to his bedroom. She lay with him and when he reached his peak she pulled out a knife and stabbed him in his heart, without blinking an eye. No one was worried about the disappearance of Petyr Baelish.

Her sister gave her a small smile and took her hand. "Maybe there is a little Stark left in you after all."

Sansa knew that things are going to get much easier now. She gave her hand a little squeeze and smiled.