When I awoke, a handmaiden was placing a simple yellow dress on the wardrobe. She was also drawing a hot bath. "Good morning Princess." She said. I stretched out my muscles, "Good morning."

"The Starks have invited you to the yard. You can either watch the boys practice or partake in the needlework."

I thought it over for a second and said, "I think I'll go to the needlework. It has been awhile since my last lesson."

I stripped of my nightgown, and bathed. I used a bar of soap that smelled like lavender, and added a few dabs of perfume on my neck.

I dressed into the yellow dress, and the maid put my hair in a large knot at the back of my head, and then put two thin strips of braids connecting the front to the back.

She escorted me down to breakfast, a dull affair as everybody else had already eaten. Another girl then took me to the needle working room. The Septa smiled at me, but continued with Myrcella.

I sat down next to Arya, whose stitches were in a miserable condition. "You do not have a talent for needlework, do you?" I asked, picking up my own supplies.

She looked down in what seemed to be shame. "It's unfair! Sansa is so much better at being a lady." I shrug. "I never liked doing all of this," I dramatically sweep my hands over the room. "But I realized that just learning to do it is so much easier."

I started stitching, a picture if a swan, when Arya spoke up again. "I think that you'll be a good sister in law." I smiled.

I continued to work on my swan when Arya asked, "What are you talking about?" Her question was to Sansa and her friends. They all looked giddy. "Tell me," Arya demanded.

One girl looked at me, so I pretended to be engrossed in my work. "We were talking about the prince." Sansa's voice was quiet.

"Joffrey likes your sister." I was feeling sick to my stomach. They had no idea what kind of monster Joffrey was. How he hurts animals...

I stood up suddenly, not wanting to hear anymore. "Excuse me," I say, curtseying. I dash out of the room, and start to wander toward the yard where Robb should be.

I know that when people see me, they just think I'm a quiet princess who is ever so obedient to my betrothed. But I'm a southern girl, and I've learned that over the years, the quieter you are the more you see.

I once followed my brother deep into the garden into a little meadow. There was a great mound, and a young pup was tied to a tree. Joffrey, only 10, I 12. He pulled out a knife, and killed the pup right there. He gutted it, all while I covered my mouth to not scream out.

Joffrey buried the pup, and I soon realized not only what that mound was but why he disappeared every lother day for an hour.

"Princess Annablyth!" I turned to see Theon Greyjoy tightly grasping Robb's arm. Robb looks angry for a second, but when he catches my eye his anger seems to melt away.

"My brother?" I ask. Robb seems shocked. "Yes, actually. How did you know?" I laugh. "He may be my brother, but l know he isn't always the best company." Theon's hand moves away from Robb's arm. "I'll leave you be, " He bows quickly and leaves.

"Did he insult you in some way?" I ask, linking my arm with his. Robb laughs. "He did, in fact." We start to walk towards the Godswood. "How are you liking Winterfell?" Robb asks. I think about it for a moment. "Better than I expected. Warmer than I thought."

He laughs. "How's the wedding preparations?" I inquire. "Well. I have my attire, and the cloaks are ready. They say the cake is going to be delicious."

I smile at Robb. "My wedding dress is beautiful." We reach the Godswood. It's very green, with a small pond and a large tree. "This is the heart tree." Robb tells me, "They say the forest children carved the face." I looked at the face. It looked like a Stark face, long and serious. It's eyes were dried sap.

"So we are to be married here?" Robb nodded. It's weird. Here I am, standing next to the man who will be my husband at the place that we are to be married. "Do you not want to be married?" Robb inquired.

I bit my lip before answering. "No. I don't want to be married, or rule Winterfell. I want to be on the throne." Robb looks surprised. "You know that it could never happen, right?" I nod.

"It was nice talking to you Robb. I shall see you at dinner." I bunch up my dress and walk back to my room.

The next day, I found a boy slashing at a dummy. "You're Jon Snow, aren't you?" He turns, surprised. He bows, "Princess Annablyth."

I wave him off, "So are you?" He nods. "Why didn't I see you at the feast?" I ask him. "Lady Stark thought it wouldn't be the best. You know, I am a bastard."

"Well, I better see you at my wedding, Jon Snow." As I turn to walk away, he calls out, "Don't you hate bastards like me?"

I turn abruptly, my skirt swishing. "Jon Snow, I do not blame people for their existence. You should blame the parents. The child did not choose to be born out of wedlock." I smile. "Besides, I have enough bastard siblings to create a small army." He shook his head in disbelief, "You are something else, Princess Annablyth."

After only a few steps, I find Sansa and her direwolf. "Sansa!" I say. She smiles at me, "Hello Princess Annablyth!" I look at her wolf. "May I pet her?" I ask. "Of course Princess." As I scratch in between her ears, Sansa informs me, "Her name is Lady. She's the gentlest out of everyone's, and the nicest."

I smile at Sansa. "I will see you around, Sansa." I bid farewell and continue on my stroll. It's a nice day, the sun shining through the clouds.

"Ahh, dear sister." Joffrey approaches me. I glare at him. "I just encountered you betrothed, brother. I would like to inform you that if you harm one hair on her head, I will kill you personally." His face is shocked, and I walk away.