Jon, Arya, Sansa, Septa Mordane and I sat round our private table eating our lunch. Jon and I were laughing and talking. Sansa was staring longingly out the window. Arya, well Arya was stabbing the table violently with a dagger.
"Enough of that, young lady." Septa said sternly but she continued. Jon and I stopped our coversation to watch Arya, it was amusing. "Eat your food."
"I'm practicing." She seethed through gritted teeth.
"Practicing for what?" Sansa asked quitely, still gazing into the clouds, imagining hers and Joffreys babies.
The ones that I would gladly let her have in return for a better husband.
"The prince." Arya said. Jon choked on a potato, Sansa's head snapped in Arya direction so fast I thought might have rolled off. People have been killed for saying less. Arya has more balls than the average man. I just laughed, hysterically. Arya had always been the funny one.
Sansa looked at me funny, she was probably wondering why I wasn't defending Joffrey honour.
"Well then stab the chicken, it feels alot more like human than a table does." I said and Arya moved to stab her chicken.
"How would you know?" Sansa snapped.
"Remember when you 'Accidentally fell' into my sewing needle that one time. Yes, well I relive that moment countless times at dinner with my fork." I laughed and Sansa just grumbled. I could hear Jon from beside me trying not to laugh. Arya was still attacking her chicken.
"Arya, stop!" Septa Mordane said, I could tell Arya was getting angrier.
"He's a liar and a coward and he killed my friend." She screamed getting up from her chair.
"The Hound killed your friend."
"The Hound does whatever the prince tells him to do." She walked closer to Sansa. I could tell this was going to end in tears.
"You're an idiot." Sansa said nastily to Aria.
"You're a liar, and if you told the truth, Mycah would be alive."
"Enough! What's happening here?" My father asked as he walked in. I felt sorry for him, he was probably expecting to have a nice meal with the part of his family who came with him.
"Arya would rather act like a beast than a lady." Septa said from her seat.
"Go to your room. We'll speak later." He siad to Arya and she left, slamming the door. "That's for you, love." He smile over at Sansa and passed her a gift wrapped in blue paper. She pulled open the wrappings to show a small china doll. "The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys." He said and Sansa scowled. "Don't you like it?" His smile fell.
"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight." She said nastily.
"No one said you have to play with it, You ungrateful Wench." I said, I could see the hurt on my father's face that Sansa hadnt liked it.
"May I be excused?" She ignored me.
"You've barely eaten a thing." Septa said but my dad stopped her,
"It's all right. Go on." He shook his head ans sighed. "War was easier than daughters."
"Heyy!" I said fiending hurt. "I'm a good daughter. "
"Your worse than Arya," he smiled and I finished off my salad and chicken. "The rebelious teen who is smarter than the average full grown man." He smiled.
"I'm going for a bath, do you mind if I take this Father?" I asked gesturing to the doll. I didn't want him to have to face taking it back.
"By all means," I nodded and I picked it up before heading off in the direction if my room.
I placed the doll on my bed side table before leaving and heading to Aryas room.
I knocked lightly not waiting for an answer before pushing the door open.
Arya stood there pointing a really small and pointy sword at me.
"Ahh, this must be Needle. Jon told me he had it made for you but I hardly believed him."
"I need to practice but I have no one to practice with, thats why I asked Mycah. Its my fault hes dead." She said looking down.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug avoiding the pointy end of the sword.
"Arya, it is not your fault. If its anybodies fault at all, its that Bastard Joffreys." She nodded and I wiped away a stray tear. "Now if it makes you feel any better I will make the rest of his life living hell, just for you."
She grinned and nodded.
"It will!" She laughed.
"Then Prince Joffrey is in for one hell of a struggle." I smiled down at her. I may be really short but arya was still only nine, she hadn't had her growth spurt yet. I moved away from the hug and left towards the door.
"Oh and Arya, you may want to bolt your door from now on. You don't want the Septa walking in and seeing you swinging that thing. She'll faint."
I left for my room, I was surprised to see Jon lounging on my bed.
"Why, may I asked, are you on my bed?" I asked and just smiled.
"I thought maybe tomorrow you'd want to go hunting. I heard the forests here we over run with hogs. I think it will be great." He mused, he jumped off of my bed and went over to he mantle above my fire place. He started messing with the little silver ornaments on top.
"Mmm, hog is my favourite. Yes thats a brilliant idea, I've not been for while now." I said walking over to where he Stood.
"You still have these?" He smiled at the seven little silver Direwolf figurines. Six of them were made from silver, a present from my mother for my twelth name day. She said that they represented each of my sibling and myself. They were different shapes and sizes.
I had gone on to say, but I have six sibling. Where is Jon?
She had told me Jon was a bastard and walked away. So I decided to make my own of Jon. I had help from my reluctant mother but it worked. So there jon the wolf sat, with his siblings. He wasn'silver, but bronze. He was still part of the family
"Yes, I think there the only present that my mother has ever given me that I actually like. The rest were dresses and dolls and tapestries." I rolled my eyes.
"But you like dolls, isn't that why you took the one from your father before?" He asked confused.
"I am ten and five years. Not three. I took the doll so father wouldn't feel like his gestures are un appreciated." Jon nodded in contemplation. "No leave Snow, I need to bath. I smell funny." I said scrunching up my nose. It was true. Since I got to kings landing I had this weird smell lingering round me.
"Thats not you, Anna! Its the south!" He laughed before leaving my room.
The south smell like something is dying in all the air vents.
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I was changing into my night wear when there was knock on my door. I pulled the knee length grey night gown over my head.
I walked over to the door and pulled it open to see Joffrey.
My eyes widened in surprise, "Joffrey? What a, erm, lovely surprise."
"Yes, I intended to have that affected." He smirked and walked past me into my room.
"Not to be rude, Joffrey, but why are you here?" I asked sitting down on my bed drying my hair. Joffrey moved to my fruit basket and took out a plump red apple. He bit into it then answerd me.
"I'm here to ask if you would join me on a mid-day stroll tomorrow. I believe its time we get to know one another, since were to be married." He said and nodded thoughtfully. I really did not want to spend time with the prince, but if I was going to be married to the wretch I will have to learn to tolerate him.
"I will gladly join you once I'm back from my hunting trip! I should be back by noon." I said thoughtfully.
"A woman going hunting?" He laughed. "Don't make me laugh."
"You doubt me?" I asked and he smirked. "Place the apple on the table and stand back, your grace."
He did as I said and walked over to me, sitting down on my bed. I stood up and slowly walked over to my bow. I put on my Quiver and held my bow steadily.
I shot an arrow and it pinned the apple to the wall. I shot another and it split the first arrow in half. The apple did not smash to pieces but simply split in half. I picked up the pieces and gave joffrey one, I bit into the other,
I looked over at Joffrey who was looking envious.
"Wow, you are good with a bow. Maybe you could show me how to shoot one sometime!" He smiled.
"You did not learn when you were young?" I asked him surprised.
"No, my father wanted me to spend all my time working on how to handle my sword. I never had any time for the bow. Now I am
master swords man. I have enough time to learn."
Master swords man? Is that why my untrained nine year old sister can disarm you?
"Very well, I'm sure I can arange some lessons." I smiled and he got up.
"Now I must be off, the future Queen of the seven kingdoms needs her beauty sleep. Or I may just resort to making you wear a paper bag." He kissed my hand before he left.
Paper bag? In turn I'd make him wear a plastic one. End his rein of terror before its even began.
"Bloody stuck up prince, I'd like to see him try and make me wear a paper bag. I'd put an arrow between his eyes." I grumbled as I crawled into bed, I called out for Storm and she came running from her dog bed, which was way to small for a dire wolf and curled up in bed with me. I drifted off into peaceful sleep dreaming of winterfell and the smell of frost.
AN -thank you for all the reviews it really encourages me to write more. I have a vague story line but its open to interpretation if anybody has any ideas. Erica x-