As we neared the castle of Winterfell, which was beautiful, in its own special way, I couldn't stop twiddling my thumbs. Mother told me to stop multiple times, so I just looked out the window and did it so she couldn't see.

I was about to see the place that would be my home, the man who would father my children, and my extended relatives.

"Robb is the oldest?" I ask again. My mother nods, sighing. "For the last time, Annablyth, Robb Stark is the oldest, and he has two sisters, and two brothers!"

I feel the wheelhouse stop. I immediately jump out, and look at why. One of the horses is having his hooves looked at. I can't take it, and call out for my horse that I have been ridding off and on. Her name is Elm, and has a beautiful dark brown color like black. Her eyes were green like and Elm tree, hence the name.

I decide to mount her and trot up to my father and brother. "Annablyth! What are you doing up here?" Father asks. My brother scowls at me.

"The wheelhouse was down, and I wanted to..." I don't know why I jumped up on Elm. Couldn't I just wait? The entire thing suddenly seems silly. "Did you want to see your love?" Joffrey mocks. He laughs. I shove him forcefully, and he almost falls off his horse.

"Better be careful to your future king," the Hound cautions me. I roll my eyes. "I'll be a continent away, so I believe I'll be fine, Sandor." He growled at his name, as he usually does.

We eventually reached the gates, and I made sure to compose my expression. As we rode in, I immediately noticed the line of fur clad people. Most of their heads were the colour of fire, except for two. My eyes scan until I find the oldest boy, who must be Robb.

He's handsome, with dark red curls, a strong build and a nice face. His eyes, a light blue, meet mine. I give him a hesitant smile. He returns it with a grin.

Then everybody kneels down when my father arrives.

He jumps off his horse, and yells, "Ned! Ah, but it is good to see that frozen face of yours. You have not changed at all."

Ned Stark's face was slightly confused, and I knew it must have been a while since they saw each other. My father was once handsome and muscular, but had let his waistline grew in the recent years.

I dismounted my horse as my mother and siblings started to walk in. The wheelhouse couldn't pass through the castle gate. "Your Grace. Winterfell is yours."

Then Father starts to introduce us. "My wife, Cersei. My son Joffrey and Tommen, and my daughters Annablyth and Myrcella." I curtsied when I'm introduced.

"My wife, Catelynn, and our children Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon."

Robb and I continue to share an amused look as the family greet each other. After that, I hear Father say, "Take me down to your crypt, Eddard. I would pay my respects." Mother starts to protest. "Robert, everybody is tired. We should retire for the day-" Father cuts her off with a pointed look, and Jaime takes her arm.

I feel bad for my mother. It is common knowledge that my father will always love Lyanna Stark more than my mother, and that he would fuck any girl from Dorne to the Wall if he wanted to.

Once I heard two maids talking. "I hear King Robert originally wanted to name Princess Annablyth Lyanna. Queen Cersei would have none of it, of course."

At least Mother found refuge with Jaime. I remember as a child looking for something. I went to my mother's room, but heard strange noises. I peeked through the keyhole, and found Jaime on top of my mother. Confused, I knocked on the door. They stopped, and my mother opened the door. "What were you and Uncle Jaime doing?" I had asked with the innocence of a child. "Nothing darling, but you must never tell anyone."

Later, I realized what it was. I realized that my mother and uncle, her brother, was in a relationship. I kept to my word, and never told anyone. It did however answer my question of why my other siblings looked like my mother, and not my father.

For a second, I was terrified that if was a product of incest. I then realized that I had my father's hair.

I get settled into my room, and pick out the red dress for tonight's feast.

A handmaiden came in and pulled a small section of my hair into a knot, and curled the rest. She put in a jeweled hair piece that was gold and studded with red. Tonight, I would be a lion among stags and wolves.

************************************************************************************************************************************"Your Grace," Robb said. "You look rather stunning," I smile as he takes my arm. "You as well, my Lord." His younger brother, Rickon, walks out after the parents. "I never received your reply letter," I stated. We had begun to walk, and the wide smile on my face wasn't entirely fake.

"I never received your letter Princess Annablyth." We are seated in chairs next to each other. "Well I certainly did send it."

My younger brother brings in Sansa, who is radiant. Gods, are they planning to marry both of us off?

"May I ask what you are thinking about Princess?" Robb's voice blows on my ear. "You really should just call me Annablyth, Robb. We are to be married." He smiles, "You didn't answer the question."

I laugh. "I might not only be your wife, but your sister in law."

Robb smiles a crooked smile, which I love immediately. "Stranger things have happened."

"Indeed."

Dinner was exhausting. Sansa continued to discuss dresses with me, but I told a few jokes to Arya. Robb drank a cup and joked with their ward, Theon Greyjoy.

When Robb noticed I hadn't touched my goblet, he asked why. "Summerwine makes the mind foggy, Robb, and I an always eager to have an advantage over everyone else."

He chuckled, a deep hearty sound.

When I retired for bed, I lay awake in my bed with a smile on my face, thinking about Robb.