I know the timings to reach certain places will be wrong but I needed to alter it for the sake of the story.

SANSA

Sansa grimaced as a a piece a mud flew pst her face. She'd only been on the rod for a few days but it seemed like forever. She was still trying to understand what exactly was going on in the princess's mind. Late one night she had just turned up at her room and dragged her on this journey. Not that she wasn't glad to be going home to her family it just seemed wrong. Joffrey and the Queen wouldn't like her leaving, even if she was going to be traded for the queens brother.

"We should set up camp for the night soon. We're only a few hours from Harrenhall so tomorrow we're heading west." Joanna announced, slowing her horse down. Much to Sansa's surprise the princess had adapted very well to life on the road. Gone were the fancy red gowns and ornate jewellery and in its place were brown breeches and a green top. Despite the plainness of her clothes it was easy to tell that she wasn't a commoner. The way she held herself, the delicateness of her hands, her accent all screamed nobility. Sansa wasn't comfortable wearing men's clothes so had retained a sky blue dress that she hoped wouldn't dirty before she reached Riverrun. But next to Joanna she couldn't help but feel plain.

She knew the princess didn't like her, her cold stares and frigid words were evidence of that. But Sansa didn't understand what exactly she had done to offend her so badly. However they only had each other for company Joann was forced to interact.

Joanna pulled her horses reigns and steered off the path, heading into the darkening woods. The day before Sansa had suggested they stay at an inn but as they got nearer Robb Stark's camp Lannister gold meant less and less. One trader at the previous village refused to sell them a loaf of bread and for an instant she was worried that Joanna was going to draw her sword.

Soon they reach a small clearing with a number of trees that would offer some protection in case of rain. The princess unsaddled her horse and tied him to a tree, feeding him a carrot from her bag.

"I'll keep watch tonight." Joanna stated as she gathered the materials to light a fire. "We have a long ride tomorrow if we want to reach Riverrun the following evening."

Sansa argued. "But you kept watch last night… and the night before. You need to sleep."

Joanna gave her a pointed look. "I'm not going to let you keep watch. We would be dead if we were ambushed."

She decided to remain silent and just quickly and quietly help with the fire, being careful not to get in her way. Not long after they set up camp night fell and the only sources of light were the moon and the dwindling embers of their fire.

Despite her exhaustion Sansa was unable to sleep, something nagged at the back of her mind. She could dimly see Joanna leant against a tree, her curls giving her a golden halo in the dark.

"Joanna…" She timidly asked, "why do you hate me?"

Joanna couldn't help but slightly empathise with the girl. As much as she annoyed her it wasn't her fault that she didn't understand the love she and Joffrey have.

"I don't hate you." She lied.

Sansa replied sadly. "Please don't lie to me. I see the way you look at me. I'm sorry if I did something to offend you."

Sansa was beginning to understand how Joanna's mind worked. Like her brother and mother she wouldn't reveal anything personal unless their egos were stroked.

"It's just that I want to be a good wife to Joffrey one day and hope to be half the Lady you are." Sansa explained cautiously, watching Joanna's reaction.

Normally she would have expected that to work, but all Joanna did was stare sadly at the ground, her tear-filled emerald eyes reflecting off the dying fire.

"Do you love someone?" The stoic princess asked, turning to then young Stark, the younger girl caught off guard.

"I hope to love Joffrey when-"

"No." She cut off. "I mean now. Is there someone you would do anything for? You would die for them. You would kill for them."

She had to pause before she answered. "I don't think so."

"As I thought." Joanna mumbled grumpily, holding her sword up in the fire light.

"Do you?"

When the older girl didn't answer Sansa immediately worried that she said something wrong and offended her. But after a minute of contemplation Sansa saw the princesses silhouette nod.

"I would die for him. I would kill for him. I would climb the wall if he wanted me to. I would swim the narrow sea for him." She said with more emotion than Sansa had ever heard her use. Usually her words were hidden with commands and pleasantries but as Joanna spoke about this mystery boy she couldn't imagine a luckier person than to be the recipient of her affection.

"What is he like-this boy?"

"I wouldn't exactly call him boy. He is in no way a child. He's brave and passionate and wouldn't hesitate to kill for me."

"Would he die for you?" Sansa whispered as the last orange embers died and the only sound was a wolf somewhere far away.

Sansa assumed the princess hadn't heard her.

But she had.

As Joanna sat motionless she thought of Joffrey. Once long ago she knew Joffrey would die for her in a heartbeat. But lately she wasn't so sure. The power had gone to his head and his impulsiveness had gotten worse. That was the moment Joanna remembered the night weeks ago when Joffrey had taken her innocence from her.

It was in this chilling silence that Joanna realised something she had been too busy to notice before. A moon had passed since the night she had wished to forget yet she had not bled.