Author's note: Here is the first official chapter! I want to warn that the first few chapters coming up may have some darker themes, we all know Joffrey isn't a saint. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you for follows, favorites and the review I appreciate them all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or anything that comes from it. I own Johanna. Lyrics below are from "Wildest Dreams" By Taylor Swift

"He's so tall, handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is..

Say you'll remember me."

Chapter 1: Winterfell

Johanna's P.o.v

"Johanna, are you ready?" Joffrey had given up on knocking before entering her room, especially on the road.

The royal family was headed north with a large caravan of people. They had spent almost a month on the road, riding farther and farther from home. A month traveling north on the frozen road to the wild places that lay beyond the neck. She had pleaded with her mother for days to let her stay behind, to let her stay in the castle walls. Her mother would have caved, Johanna saw it in her eyes, but her damned father insisted. He told her it was time she met her betrothed, that was truly the last thing Johanna wanted.

As her twin brother shut the door behind him Johanna was thankful Myrcella had left the room earlier. She did not wish for her sister to be caught up in the moment she would no doubt be sharing with their brother.

"I did not expect you, brother."

Johanna was fresh from a bath, her hair and body still dripping water onto the stone floor. She shooed away her handmaiden so she could be alone with her brother. She watched her brother's eyes travel down her naked body, lingering on her breasts just a moment longer than the rest of her.

"My sweet sister,I just wanted to make sure you were ready for the final ride." He spoke softly as the handmaiden excused herself from them.

Once the handmaiden was gone Johanna let a smile grace her small lips, her brother looked upon her with such desire. His green eyes were clouded with lust, and she watched his body stiffen as he looked at her naked form longer. She blushed, always too shy for her own good, always too docile.

"I shall be ready soon." They were six hours from Winterfell.

"Let me help you."

She knew his intention was not to help her dress but to run his hands across her body. Johanna did not mind though, she liked the gentle touch of her brother. He was rarely rough with her, and when he was a simple kiss made her forgive him. He loved her as a man should love a woman, and she knew that no one would ever treat her the same way again. He gently ran a towel across her dripping body, his fingers grazing her breasts lightly.

"I can't imagine we have much time, Joff." She knew they would be looking for them.

"I know, my love." He placed a kiss upon her neck before helping her slip into her small clothes.

She dressed herself the rest of the way, slipping into a beautiful red dress as her brother watched her. Johanna was being forced to dress in her best dress, in honor of her future husband. She wished she could have worn one of her other dresses, something less beautiful. The red dress clung to her body, and showed off her newly gained curves. Her breasts almost spilled from the dress when it was tied properly, and it was something she had saved for only the best feasts. This new man did not deserve it.

"You look breath taking, my love." Joff placed a kiss on her lips.

"Thank you." She took his hand as they made their way from the room, neither eager for the ride to Winterfell.

Winterfell was a cold place, a frozen land she only heard of in her father's drunken tales. It was the home of the Warden of the North, Lord Eddard Stark. The man had once been her father's best friend, the man who helped her father win the throne on which he now ruled from. She heard many things of Lord Eddard, some from her father and other tales from her Uncle Jaime. He was claimed to be an honorable man, but unwise. To the Starks honor came before all and even Johanna knew that was unwise. Blood was what would win the wars, blood was what was the key to everything. Honor was all well and good but blood was what would gain you what you wished for.

Her father did not only speak of Lord Eddard in his tales, he also spoke of Lyanna. She was a girl Johanna's father had once loved and been promised to. Before her mother, Lyanna was the woman in her father's life, and even after he wed Cersei she still seemed to be the one on his mind. Johanna knew her father loved the woman but she was dead and he should have focused on the ones in front of him. He was a bitter fool.

The King painted the Starks in gold, speaking only on how honorable they were. Johanna listened for a month as her father went on about the golden years he shared with Eddard Stark, and how he was a just man. All Starks were honoroable, kind and gentle people, or so he would tell them. Johanna did not know if she believed him because her mother's tales of the Starks were different. She pained them in grey, cold frozen grey. She was of the south, as was Johanna, a true woman who had no place north of the Neck. To her mother the Stark family were stone hearted and cold creatures who had no place in their lives.

"The North is filled with wicked wild men, my love." That was what her mother told her when she asked about the people they would encounter.

Johanna had no wish to be in the company of wild people, she wanted to be in her home. Her father demanded they all go with him on his journey. Jon Arryn had passed and her father was in search of a new Hand of the king. He had his eyes set on Eddard Stark, much to her mother's displeasure, and as they journeyed north Johanna learned of her father's other motives for the trip.

"I don't wish to marry this boy." Joffrey was helping Johanna on her horse when she spoke again.

"It will all work out, sweet sister." He let his touch linger on her thigh for just a moment too long.

She rode beside him, occasionally glancing over to watch him. Joffrey's hair shone bright in the sunlight, and his green eyes were filled with laughter as he looked upon her. She sometimes felt like she was the only one who could tame the wild beast inside of him. Her Uncle Tyrion had once told her she stole on the kindness in the womb while her brother devoured all the cruelty. She could see it, she could see where he found such a belief. Joffrey had a streak of cruelty in him, one that had brought Johanna chills, but he always apologized to her for his misgivings. Johanna forgave him without thought, she was too kind for her own good.

She knew better than to judge people before she met them, but her mother's words were worth their weight in gold. She trusted the woman's judgment and she knew that whatever she would encounter in the North it would not be what she wished for. She was going to be married to the eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark. A boy a year her senior, a boy she had never once met or spoken of. She imagined a horrid beast of a boy, as tall as the mountain and as frightening as the Hound. She would always want Joffrey over a wild stranger.

"I have something for you." A horse was ridden up beside the twins, their Uncle upon the steed.

"And way pray tell Uncle Jaime could you have for me?"

Johanna smiled upon her uncle, he was always kind to her. Her uncle loved her and Johanna loved him just the same.

"An early wedding gift."

Her uncle held out a hand to her opening his palm to revel a small golden trinket. It was a necklace with a pendent in the shape of a lion, the house sigil of her mother's family. She took the trinket in her hand with a smile, she was grateful.

"Thank you, Uncle Jaime."

"May you never forget the blood the flows through your veins, my dear."

She would never forget where she had come from, no matter who she married. Lannister blood flowed through her veins, and that was something she would never let change. The cold frozen blood of the northerners would never changer her, never.

She held the necklace tight in her grasp as she pulled on the reins of her horse. She was in no rush to push on to Winterfell but she needed to catch up to Jof. He had pulled ahead of her, and she wanted to be beside him for as long as she could. She heard her brother let out a laugh as she caught up to him, his eyes meeting hers for a moment. She loved being beside him, and she wished she could take his hand but she knew it that was not possible as they rode. She settled for sharing a gaze between each other, sharing secrets only they knew.

They made one stop before they reached Winterfell, Johanna wished they could have stayed in that spot forever. Her mother pleaded with her daughter to ride in the wheelhouse with her, but Johanna refused. She would not leave her brother's side until she had to. She did not care that her dress got messy, or that her hair would blow in the wind. She would not remove herself from her brother just to be proper for her soon to be husband. She knew her mother would have argued but she knew how important the twins were to one another.

As they rode closer to Winterfell Johanna felt herself begin to shiver, and she regretted not taking the shawl her mother had offered her. The wind was blowing her hair around her face, hiding the tears the fell from her eyes as they saw the impending grey stones of Winterfell. She was so cold she wondered if the tears would freeze to her face, but no such thing happened to young Johanna.

She felt another chill over take her as they rode through the small town approaching the tall walls of Winterfell. Everything was grey and black. Johanna felt like a great contrast to the world she had entered in her red dress, a splash a color among the darkness. She was used to the light colors of the walls of Kings Landing, the bright colors of the garden and the Keep made of stone the color of blood. Winterfell was bleak, grey and so unwelcoming to her. She wished to turn her horse around and go home.

"Do you think that is him?" Joff helped Johanna off her horse as they entered the courtyard.

Her gaze had landed on a boy standing beside his father. He was not nearly as horrid as she had imagined and he could have been quite attractive if she wished him to be.

"We shall see, my dear." Joff touched the necklace placed upon her neck. The lion pendent fell at the swell of her breasts and his fingers touched them as his hand retreated.

"Joffrey." Johanna felt her body flush.

Her brother did not speak a word but a smirk fell upon his lips as he took her hand. She held his hand tightly as they stood beside their Uncle Jaime. She smiled at her uncle as he father attempted to dismount his horse. Johanna remembered a time years ago when her father was as fit as any knight in the Seven Kingdoms. He had fought back a rebellion, but the lack of wars had made her father fat. He no longer fought, instead he would drink and find himself wrapped up in a whore. As her father approached the family all lined in a row, Johanna let herself gaze upon the Starks.

The Lord looked as cold as stone, until he smiled but even then she saw no real joy in his grey eyes. His wife beside him was much different, and for a moment Johanna was in awe of the woman. Her mother was not doubt the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, but Lady Stark had to be a close second. Her hair was auburn, smooth as silk and Johanna could see her beautiful blue eyes from the distance. To the other side of the Lord was the boy she had asked Joffrey about. She did not doubt he was the eldest son, standing only a hair shorter than Joffrey, but inches taller than herself. He had auburn curls upon his head, and as she looked at him his blue eyes clashed against her green eyes. They shared a gaze for a moment but the boy's stare was too intense for Johanna. She quickly shifted to the children on at his side.

A young girl with red hair stood beside him, her eyes fixed on Joffrey. Johanna felt a pang of jealousy as he smiled back at the young girl. She did not wish for Joffrey to feed into the fantasies of some young, simple girl. Next to the red head was a dark haired girl, who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere else. As Johanna's father regarded the dark haired girl she heard her give a quick hello, informal at it's best. The last two children were young boys of both looking fidgety. Johanna could only imagine that they wished to be anywhere but standing there watching some King arrive. Looking at the young ones brought a small smile to Johanna's face, she only hoped they were not yet stone hearted.

"Johanna, come here."

Johanna was dragged from her inspection of the family by her father's voice. She held tightly to her brother for a moment as every eye in the courtyard turned to her. She stood stiff, unwilling to let go of Joffrey.

"Girl, now." Her father's temper was rising.

She looked to her twin who just let go of her hand giving her a calm smile. She still stood frozen until a gentle hand was placed upon her shoulder.

"Go on, Johanna." Her Uncle's calm voice pushed her forward.

Johanna gripped her skirt in her hands as she made her way toward the family standing before her. They all wore cloaks of grey rimmed with fur, and they looked upon her with cold eyes. Johanna did not want this to become her new family.

"Ned, this is my eldest daughter Johanna."

"Lord Stark, Lady Stark." Johanna bowed her head before the two. She may have been a Princess, royalty, but she knew to show respect to the Wardens. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"It is our pleasure as well, Princess Johanna."

It was Lady Stark who spoke, her voice as calm as a southern wind. Now that Johanna stood before them she saw that the Lady's eyes were filled with life. She heard her father speak more with Lord Stark but Johanna's eyes were fixed on the Lady. She wondered if she would find any kindness in her, or if it was truly as her mother spoke.

"And this is our eldest son, Robb."

Johanna felt herself be tugged to the boy next to Lord Stark. He was the boy with intense blue eyes. She felt small standing before him, he was much larger than she thought he was from a distance. Joffrey was lean, with barley any muscle to him but this boy had the budding muscles of a man.

"My Lord." Johanna bowed her head and placed her hand in the boy's outstretched palm.

"Princess." His voice was soft, formal and practiced.

As he brought her knuckles to his soft lips Johanna felt her brother's gaze piercing her back. She had learned the feel of Joffrey's stare over the many years of being together. She knew what he was feeling, jealousy.

"My Queen."

Johanna turned from the boy before her to look at her mother. She looked tired, but even from the trip she was beautiful. Johanna smiled as she watched her mother act as her regal self, never bowing before anyone that was not above her.

"Ned, we shall give our two children a moment together. I wish to be taken to the crypts."

Johanna knew what her father sought in the crypts, everyone knew. Lyanna. The dead woman he could not let go of, the dead woman he was trying to replace. She knew what her union to the Stark boy was, a chance at something he lost long ago, uniting his house with Lord Stark's. She was not Lyanna, she would not bring her father the happiness he wished for.

"We have been riding for a month, my love, surely we should rest."

Johanna watched her mother give her father a look but she knew he would not care. Her father ignored her, his demeanor becoming cold. Johanna knew nothing would stop her father from seeing the tomb of Lyanna, not even her mother. As her father walked away with Lord Stark, Johanna turned to look at Joffrey. Her brother's face was blank but Johanna saw the anger in his eyes, and she knew what would come from that anger.

"Princess, shall we walk?" She knew the young Lord was being polite but she took his arm, she knew better than to argue.

She had linked her arm with the man she was to marry, but she did not speak to him as they began their walk. The air was chilly, and Johanna wished she had packed better for the trip. She knew none of her dresses were meant for the northern weather, she was meant for the south. Johanna did not even look up at the man, she kept her eyes fixed on their surrounding. The grey stones loomed above her like a tomb, she would be trapped in this place for the rest of her life.

The boy lead her to a glass enclosure, and Johanna could see splashes of color inside. When he opened the door she felt the warmth flow from the place, filling her with joy. She was not longer shivering as she entered and her eyes caught sight of the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. They were the lightest color of blue, and she instantly drawn to the flower. She had never seen a rose of that color before, she had spent most of her time in the gardens at the Red Keep and nothing compared to it.

"These are beautiful." She did not know if she was speaking to him, or herself but Johanna did not care.

"Blue winter roses, they only bloom here. They were told to be my Aunt Lyanna's favorites."

Lyanna once again made her way into her life. Johanna was sick of the dead woman but she would not let that taint her wonder at the roses. She gently reached her hand out to touch the petals, they were soft and the scent the came from the rose made her smile. She could understand why they were a favorite of someone, they were truly a wonderful flower.

She continued to look around the small garden, as the boy watched her. She tried her best to ignore him but she felt his gaze upon her as intense as before. She looked at the flowers, fruit and vegetables that grew in the glass enclosure. She was unaware such a place could exist, but she had to imagine it was much to cold outside for anything to grow.

"Would you like to continue our walk, Princess, or stay here?"

She looked upon the boy with a kind smile.

"We may continue, my Lord."

She took his arm once more as he led her from the glass house. He was not a brutish as she had imagined, he even smiled at her. His smile was forced of course as was her own, they were strangers. It did not matter that their parents wanted them to be one, it would not make them love each other on instant. If Johanna did not love someone, if she was not Joffrey's love, she could have seen herself falling for this boy. He was handsome, many women in the Seven Kingdoms would think so, but his looks could not win her heart. She belonged to Joffrey, and Joffrey belonged to her. Their love was one for the ages. One day the bards would sing tales of them, and they would rule side by side just as the Targaryens had.

The boy showed her the Godswood, which was nothing like the one in her home. The Godswood of her home was filled with elm, alder and black cottonwood trees. The heart tree was not a Wierwood with a scary face painted upon it, instead it was a great oak tree covered in vines with red dragon's breath growing beneath it. In Winterfell the Godswood was larger than any she had ever seen. The trees were tall, and completely untouched by the hands of men, it was darker than the world around it and it gave Johanna the chills. The Lord took her to the heart tree, a bone white Wierwood tree with a frightening face carved into it.

"Do you pray to the old Gods?" She wondered to him aloud.

"I do, I sometimes pray to both. My father built my mother a small sept upon her arrival here."

Johanna had wondered if Lady Stark was of the north or south and she had gotten her answer. She knew most northerners, if not all, prayed to the old forgotten tree Gods. In the south where Johanna was from their faith lay in the Seven, and she was thankful their was a sept for her to pray in.

He took her from the Godswood and showed her the rest of the grey buildings that surrounded them. She was not too interested in them, she was looking around for someone in her family. She wanted to be with her blood, she would have plenty of time to get to know him. Her luck had run out because she had not found anyone as they walked, and she did not doubt they were in their chambers getting ready for the feast that was planned in her father's honor. She would too have to find her chamber and clean herself up, she could not attend the feast with herself a mess.

"I hate to interrupt, but I need to steal my sister away." Joffrey came up from behind the pair.

"It is not issue." The young Lord let go of her arm. "I would like to escort you to the feast if you do not mind."

"It would be an honor." Johanna gave the boy her best smile before turning to her brother.

Johanna took Joffrey's hand as he led her away, a smirk upon his face. She knew he had come to steal her away for no real reason, and that was more than alright with Johanna. She wanted to be alone with her love again, she did not wish to be with the Stark boy. He was nice enough, but she did not doubt it was a proper act he had to put on.

"I thought we would never be alone."

Joffrey pushed her into an empty bed chamber as he spoke. His lips crashed onto hers as the door locked behind them. Johanna had found her peace in Winterfell, and it was once again in her brother's arms.

"I said "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

His voice is a familiar sound

Nothing last forever, but this is getting good now."