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"Lunge, block, right, left good princess!" Princess Donella's sword instructor, Ser Henry yelled as she dueled against two other knights. Today the princess was sporting form fitting black breeches with a matching tunic, over the tunic was a silver blue corset tied up. Her dark inky hair was tied up away from her red face. Donella trained every couple of days and being in the north didn't change her routine. Sitting on the pillars were the younger Stark children Arya, Bran and Rickon watching in amazement and cheering for their royal friend. Donella was trained to wield a sword first by her father who was hesitant but after giving him her puppy dog eyes gave in despite her mothers protest. Then she was given her own personal guard Ser Henry who also served as her teacher. Both the King and her instructor took great pride in Donella's abilities with wielding a blade, she was better than most men and was not afraid to show it. The King would bitterly praise his daughter that she handled a sword better than his son, Joffrey crown prince to the Iron Throne.
"GO ELLA!" yelled Arya in excitement memorizing each of Donella's movements, feeling as if a present time warrior Queen Rhaenys Targaryen was standing in front of her.
"That enough for today men...Princess" Ser Henry ordered after Donella had one foot on a knights chest that she beaten down to the ground and the second was held at the blade on his neck. She smiled as she let both men go giving them each a bow of respect. The Stark children made their way to the princess presenting her with compliments that tinted her cheeks pink. Bran and Arya both grabbed a pair of wooden swords openly trying to hit each other. Rickon was clapping joyfully trying to get his sibling attention. Donella silently snatched up Rickon holding him to the air claiming she was a thief and took their little lord. Arya and Bran quickly went along the game shouting that they were the two bravest knights in the whole of Westros. Donella was carrying little Rickon by being chased by Bran and Arya who were waving wooden swords. Everyone was giggling and shrieking all through the courtyard.
Robb was in the corner gazing at the beautiful princess playing with his younger siblings, he previously watched her fight against a couple knights. Both scenes brought him sense of pride and longing. Longing to be by her side...with black haired blue eyes or dark auburn haired green eyed children. Robb felt a tad ridiculous thinking of marriage and children not even knowing were they truly stand in the relationship, for both feared the house of cards would fall terribly.
"Hello Robb, having fun watching me?" she said waking him up from his daydreaming of them as man and wife with a pack of their own children by their side. He almost feared she knew what was going on in his mind when she gave him a cat-like grin.
"Very much so" he replied back with grin of his own while scanning the scene before giving her a quick kiss on her pink lips. After their horse escapade the two were sharing constant secret kisses and sweet words/promises. The two went their separate ways both having duties to attend to however they agreed to meet for a walk at night before they retired for the day. Donella received a raven from one of her favorite uncles, Renly Baratheon, who informed of the court gossip she missed and how terribly the capitol needed their Storm Lady Princess (which earned him a chuckle from said lady). After she sent her reply, the princess went to finish her surprise present for Sansa. She hasn't had much time to spend with the elder girl and wished for some quiet time to get to know her. Ella sewed together two of her southern dresses sent for her, for a new design for the elder girl, needing the extra material for both size, Sansa was tall for her age and warmth. The princess knew she wasn't the greatest seamstress and had no wish to be so, but she had enough knowledge to get by and look presentable. She gently gathered the mixed sea green and sky blue dress in her hands and made her way towards the sewing room where Arya told her earlier Sansa would be.
"Hello Sansa, I hope you don't mind me intruding but I wished to spend time with you for I have been in Winterfell almost a month and we had little conversations" Donella exclaimed looking at the girl who seemed bit surprised by her statement.
"I would be honored Princess Donella" Sansa composed herself gesturing towards the empty chair next to her. Sansa could not help her curiosity when she saw something in the princess's hands. "If I may be so bold, what is in your hands milady?"
"This is actually a present for you" Ella smiled at the girl as she unfolded the gown for Sansa "I remember you attraction towards my dresses a while back ago and made one for you, the measurements might be a little off since I had nobody to try it on but I or someone else can fix it
"But milady these are made out the dresses the Queen sent for you!" Sansa stated with disbelief that the Princess Donella Baratheon was giving her this beautiful dress that was intended for herself"I can not possibly accept this"
"Am I not your princess, Sansa?" Donella asked sternly and waited to see the girl nod her head' than you should do as I command and learn how to accept a gift!"
Donella wasn't sure if she enjoyed the time with Sansa or was bored to tears by it. She liked the girl well enough but her naivety and constant pursuit of being a proper lady was tiring. Ella shared stories of court with her, gossip her uncle sent to her and Sansa would relish in it. The princess soon realized that the girl would often try to get her to speak of her brother, Joffrey. Ella remembered that girl's, Sansa's age often fantasizes of knights in shinning armor or handsome princes but neither would describe her brother Joffrey. Her brother Joffrey was an arrogant incurable clotpole in her opinion, the only sibling she had no fancy towards. She especially was having difficulties with the boy since he entered manhood. She has caught him twice trying to watch her undress, it seemed he was fascinated with her cleavage and she saw the way he was cruel to others below him. When she tried to bring it to her parents attention, she was ignored by her father, who held no interest in the boy other than him being a healthy heir, and mother, for she dotted on the young prince. Joffrey took pleasure that his elder sister was out of favors towards their mother and often claimed that Donella was simply jealous that she would not inherit the crown. Sansa seemed delighted after their little time together and went to repeat everything the princess said to her best friend, Jeyne Poole, who no doubt would be jealous thought Sansa. Time went by quickly for the princess and as she went to meet Robb
"The North agrees with you, Ella" Robb teased, taking in her grey/ white fur northern styled dress she wore as he made his way to her. "You look like snow angel"
She rolled her eyes but he still noticed with a satisfactory grin her cheeks turned bright pink. He took her hand off her hips giving it a kiss; a kiss the was far too sensually for just a curtsey. After he was satisfied with her strawberry cheeks he placed her hand under his arm as they began their walk. The two of them talked about everything and nothing, one of Donella's favorite things about talking to Robb was that it wasn't a mind game and they were always honest with each other.
"Do you enjoy yourself here...in Winterfell" asked Robb as if he wasn't hanging on to her every word.
"Aye I do savor my time greatly here, it is so peaceful compared to the constant politics and treachery of the South" she told him honestly." I will not even bother asking you how would you feel about the Kings Landing, you are a true born Stark, winter is your home. You would never be happy anywhere else"
Robb stopped and looked intently into Ella's owl Emerald eyes palming her cheek; he decided to confess some of his feelings towards to him.
"I would be happy with you. No matter where we were...King's Landing, the North, Dorne, even in the bloody Dothraki Sea. As long as you were by my side I would be the happiest man alive."
Donella was speechless at Robb's confession; no man had ever made her feel this way. No man made her heart beat wildly in her chest like it was going to tear its way out. Not even the man whose face haunted her some days. She stepped closer to Robb feeling his body heat wave over her. She wrapped her arms over his neck bringing his lips to hers. She felt Robb groan as his hands wrapped around her waist giving her hips a firm squeeze. Ella gasped shock at the electricity running through her body as he used this time to his advantage letting his tongue explore her pretty mouth that he dreamt for weeks now. She slowly let her tongue start to dance with his till they met each others passion for one another. Ella broke the embrace for a second deciding to tell him her feelings for him.
"I Love you Robb Stark" confessed Donella staring into his sapphire blue eyes
"I Love you Donella Baratheon" Robb beamed taking her by the hips swirling her around. Neither has felt so happy in their life. Their lips met again passionately, as Donella intertwined her hands in his beautiful curls.
"Say it again!" he demanded in her ear holding her body tight to his as if he would never let her go.
"I love you" she giggled as his mouth formed a smile that only could be described as wolfish. After several long lavish kisses and many attempts for the couple to go back into their own respective chambers they completed the task.
Donella let out a squeal of delight and started to hum a song of love she remembered hearing from the Capitol after she closed her door. She sat at wooden vanity brushing her wild curls that Robb undid from their bun, for he simply preferred her hair down he stated. She heard a knock on the door as she quickly went to the door hoping it would be her Robb. It was certainly a Stark but not the one she was hoping for.
"What are you doing here so late my darling boy?" Donella crouched down to be eye level to the youngest Stark.
"I had bad dweam" Rickon stated sleepily while rubbing his eyes.
"You poor thing," Donella started giving him a small hug. "Come now little lord let us go back to your comfy bed and I'll sing you a lullaby."
Donella gently held Rickon's hand as she guided him back to his chambers. As the two were about to enter his room heard a shout that made them turn around
"There you are Rickon!" Lady Stark ran up to her baby boy cradling his head "I am so sorry dear; I hope he didn't bother you too much.
"Not at all, I was just going attempt to sing him a story to aid him back to sleep" Donella began "if you don't mind my lady
Catelyn quickly agreed and asked if she could join with them, Donella and Catelyn sat on opposite sides of the bed while they both tucked him in. Donella started to sing in a soft voice almost sounding a wisp of wind floating above them
"Steel on steel
Break the blade that called him to his rest
And cast it to the deep
Light the pyre
Name the one whose shield is on his chest
And leave him to his sleep
The measure of a man
Stands or falls with what he leaves behind
Gather on the sand
Let your voices carry to the sky
Rise in light
Let the gods look down on this and wonder"
"You are going to be a beautiful mother...All my children seem fond of you" Lady Stark observed as Donella went down to kiss Rickon's sleeping head "especially my eldest son
Donella blushed at both comments made by Lady Stark.
"He reminds me so much of sweet Tommen" she replied truthfully missing her little blond angel brother "My mother was not known for being very ...affectionate with us. She cared for us in her own way, but I tried my best to be there with my younger siblings.
Catelyn had heard from Ned that the Queen and the dark curly haired princess didn't get along too well. That the Queen was very distant yet controlling with her eldest, a concept that Catelyn couldn't understand. Her biggest happiness was her five healthy children and she simply wished the best for all of them. Especially her first born son. and she knew exactly who she wanted to be by her son's side.
"I am sure your mother, the Queen is very proud" she hesitantly said feeling that her mother was a sore spot. "You are beloved in the North as well as the South I hear"
"She would be proud perhaps ...if I had died in my twin brother's place" The princess bitterly remarked with unshed tears in her eyes. "But fear not I have stopped trying to win my mother's affections long ago"
Catelyn did not know what to say to the girl who was staring into the candle, she held her head straight and proud. She had seen many sides of the dark haired girl through the years and was full aware that she was using her "princess mask".
"I can not speak for the queen but if you were my daughter I would be proud of the lovely strong woman you are becoming" Catelyn responded squeezing the girls shoulder.
"Thank you, milady you granted me a great honor" Donella replied standing up and giving Lady Catelyn a hug. She bided the Catelyn a good night and walked back to her chambers feeling better by Lady Stark's kind words.
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