Chapter 1: The Stone Girl
The Vale
After seeing Sweetrobin to bed, Alayne paced fervently in her room hoping against hope that Pe- no- her father returned back from his little sojourn to visit the Corborays. She had already gone against his wishes by writing that note, the one time he had found her writing something he had been furious, but not visibly furious instead he showed her, his fury in other ways that had left her feeling mentally and physically sick afterwards. She just hoped that the raven would leave the Gates of the Moon before he returned otherwise she dreaded the consequences.
But then why should she, she hadn't done anything wrong she'd merely sent a raven to a brother- no not her brother, Alayne doesn't have any siblings- and it wasn't like he'd be able to understand what it meant or who it was from, he'd never truly been the most observant of all of the Starks that had always been Bran but he was dead now just like everyone else.
She heard her father entering her rooms before she saw him.
"Oh dearest Alayne, I have returned." Her father said in his most cringe worthy and yet what he clearly felt was loving tone. "Where's my kiss sweetling, after all I have just been finalising arrangements for your upcoming nuptials."
"Oh father dearest that is lovely, when will they be?" replied Alayne as she tiptoed up to give Pe- no- her father a kiss on the cheek which once again, he turned into something more by kissing her full on the lips for longer than was appropriate. Alayne inwardly shuddered and felt like crying out, but suppressed the notion.
"Within the next two days sweetling, with Winter Coming as the Starks are wont to say it would be much better if you were to marry Harry sooner rather than later, that way it will be much easier to reveal to your true identity to these Vale Lords and have them bound by blood to help you reclaim what is truly yours from that false king who claims to be stark. Does that please you sweetling?" Was what her father replied with.
Upon hearing this new, Alayne suddenly felt like crying, she didn't want to marry Harry the Heir anymore than she'd wanted to marry Tyrion, but oh how she wanted to go home back to her real home and see whether the man pretending to be her brother truly was her brother. That's why she had sent the raven with that cryptic clue, in the hopes her brother would recognise the writing or at least the way it was phrased she clung to that hope like her life depended on it, because her life and her freedom truly depended upon it. She was shaken out of her thoughts by her father-no Peytr- gently touching her shoulder.
"Sweetling, are you ok? You seemed far away." He asked with what Sansa knew was apparent desire, and she inwardly shuddered again.
"Yes, I'm fine father sorry for not replying sooner I'm just so excited about the prospect of finally being married to Harry I can't seem to keep my mind off of him." Sansa replied with all the coyness she could muster when talking about that drunken fool Harry Hardying.
"Wonderful, in that case I do believe then that my plan was correct."
"Plan father?" Sansa was confused now what new plot was this?
"Yes dearest Sansa, Harry will be arriving tomorrow in the morn, and you are to wed and bed him by the evening, for we shall be sending ravens by tomorrow's nightfall declaring you the true Warden of the North and Lady of Winterfell and then you will get to return home."