The entry of the royal procession was a much-anticipated affair. Many people had gathered outside the grand castle of Winterfell to welcome the king, Robert of the House Baratheon. Bran Stark, second youngest child of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn saw the king's escort approaching from the top of the wall, which he was climbing. Excited, the young boy raced down to the ground, as nimble and agile as the squirrel his father had once called him. As he jumped down onto the thatched roof of the pig stocks, the last surface before he reached the ground, he called to his mother and sister across the courtyard.

"Mother, Sansa!" His cries caught the attention of Catelyn, Sansa and Maester Luwin. "The king is coming! The king is coming!" Hurrying over Catelyn took an annoyed expression as she watched her son jump from the thatched roof of pig stocks.

"Brandon, what have I told you about climbing?" His lady mother scolded him. His sister nudged his shoulder with her massive head and Bran looked towards Sansa so as to avert his mother's gaze.

"Sorry mother." He said, still staring at his sister, he thought he could see a smile in those big blue eyes of hers and he stared at his feet, trying to suppress a smile of his own. "I won't climb again, mother" Bran muttered with his eyes now at his feet.

"You know Bran," Catelyn was stern before she spoke with a smile, "You always look at your feet before you lie." This earned an old chuckle from Maester Luwin and an odd little chuckle from his wolf sister. Catelyn smiled at him before ruffling his hair and sending him and his unnamed direwolf pup on their way to fetch lord Eddard.

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Standing in line with her family, Arya was impatient to see the knights. She was excited when father had told her of the kings coming because with the king came the queen, Cersei Lannister, and, with Cersei came her twin, Jaime, The Kingslayer, one of the greatest knights in Westeros. She tried to make herself taller as the sound of hooves approached. Arya was standing at the front of the crowd with her family. She was second to the end on the left of her parents. To her immediate right was Robb who stood with a serious expression as he waited for the King, to her immediate left was her second-favourite sibling, the massive form of Sansa. Arya had always loved her giant sister. Sansa was bigger than a horse and a thousand time more powerful yet she had a gentle soul and seemed to love all those silly old tales and songs that the minstrels preformed. Arya loved riding with her in the woods, chasing deer and rabbits to the stream where Arya would splash Sansa and she would whine before wading in as well, to try and catch some fish. Sansa was not as good as Jon though; he was the only one who saw that she wanted to be a knight, not a silly lady. Her lord father tolerated her love of swordplay and tales of war, but he thought it was a mere phase. Lady Catelyn wanted a beautiful daughter, not a horsefaced young rebel like Arya.

Arya watched in awe as the first four knights rode in on their steeds. Two carrying the Lannister banners, two carrying the Baratheon banners. Next came a big wheel house that Arya knew the queen would be in, accompanied by more men in gold and silver armour.

"That's Sandor Clegane," Arya told her sister, pointing at a giant of a man with an ugly helm in the shape of the head of a hound. "He's Prince Joffrey's shield."

And there was the shit of a prince, tall, with an ugly smirk on his as he rode in beside his dog. Behind him was Ser Jaime. He stood tall on his horse, handsome and fierce with all the golden pride of a Lannister. The Kingslayer was the last to enter before the king. Robert Baratheon was a huge man and he rode a great black warhorse into the courtyard. Father had always told Arya about King Robert's mass muscle and ability to fight with a warhammer Ned could hardly lift. Arya saw that this man was probably a lot fatter than the man her father knew but she could also see the great power he seemed to project as the king swung off his warhorse with the agility of a sixteen year old. He marched towards the Stark family and stopped in front of Ned, who, like the rest of the Northeners, was low in a bow.

The great king seemed to roll his eyes before gesturing with his hand for the peope to rise. Staring deep into the grey eyes he said in a grave voice "Lord Stark, you've gotten fat." Ned only looked the king straight in the eye, raised his brows and nodded at the king's gut. Robert threw back his fat head and laughed an even fatter laugh. "Ahhh Ned, you never fail to please!" With that he pulled his friend in a bone-crushing hug before turning to Catelyn. The king kissed her on the cheek and addressed her like a sister before turning to the children.

"You must be Robb." He said, addressing Arya's older brother. "You look strong." The king nodded with mock seriousness at Robb before clapping him on the back with such force that he winced. He then moved on to little Rickon ruffling his hair before turning to Bran.

"Show us your muscles," Bran did as the king bid, "Why you'll be a warrior one day." The king then turned and walked down towards the girls. He bent over before Arya and said " What's your name?" She gave it. "You look like a fierce one."

"Arya is quite the little rebel." Said Ned, "She is always getting herself in mischief." This input earned another booming laugh from the king who patted Arya on the head.

"Ow," She muttered under her breath but her pain was soon forgotten because the king now stood before the massive red form of her sister. Arya saw pity on the face of Robert Baratheon as he stared up at the wolf before him.

"You must be Sansa." The wolf tilted her head in a small nod, her eyes disdainful and suspicious "You are very beautiful, probably the most beautiful beast I've ever laid eyes upon." King Robert said this rather quietly as he reached his hand toward the wolf. Sansa looked at his hand for a long moment, before she bowed her head low so he could stroke it. Arya let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. The fat king then turned and marched back up to Ned.

"She must like you," The words where the Stark's. "Its not often she lets someone stroke her head."

Arya saw that while the king had been greeting the Stark children the queen had emerged from the wheelhouse with her children. The tall blonde one on the horse had dismounted and Arya guessed im to be Joffrey. He had gone to stand next to his siblings. One was a young looking girl with beautiful blonde curls, Myrcella, Arya decided; the other was a smaller and fatter sweet looking boy who must be Tommen. All three of the royal children were staring with wide fearful eyes at Sansa.

"Send that thing away!" Cried the queen, "It is frightening the children!" Arya looked at her sister and thought she saw pain flash in those big blue eyes, it only lasted a second though, before Sansa slowly bore her teeth at the queen.

"Sansa." Ned called softly, "Go hunt in the forest, run down to the wolfswood and fetch us some game for the feast tonight." Again the red wolf bowed her head, before nudging Arya playfully and walking through the crowds towards the gate. The southerners parted to let her through and the little prince Tommen reached out to stroke her tail but before he could he was yanked back fiercely by Cersei. Sansa continued on her way and when she passed the king slayer she bore her massive teeth at his horse causing it to skitter and rear, throwing Ser Jaime from his saddle. Sansa let out a barking laugh at this before pulling herself back into a crouch, then springing over the crowds and racing off towards the forest. Arya wished she could be that free.

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