I wonder if this will be updated slowly. I'm about to start college after all.

A bit of a time skip.


The cold was the first thing Sakura had to get used too. Especially as a babe, in such an unguarded and weak body. She did not have her chakra to keep her warm, or the layers of muscle she had worked hard to cover her bones.

The furs they had covered her with at a young age had helped. In some regard. As she grew to the ages of two and three, Sakura typically found herself huddled near the hearth - her brother had called it.

"Sarisa!" Rickon shouted.

And speaking of such brother. Sakura turned her head, used to being addressed as such. It had been difficult, at first. She had gone by the name Sakura for well over thirty seven years. Yet now she would need to acknowledge her new name if she wanted them to believe her to be, 'normal'.

"'ickon" She tried to reply, butchering his name.

Her older brother bent down, scooping her up into his arms. Sakura held onto his neck as he left the room. It seems they were headed outside, from the looks of it. If the chill that grew against her face was any indication.

"Would you like to play with the snow?" Rickon asked, as they exited the keep and entered the courtyard.

"Yes." Sakura answered, waiting as he maneuvered his grasp and placed her gently onto the ground.

The snow was only an inch thick, cold and almost as hard as ice. While it wasn't the most comfortable, it wasn't the worst either. And Sakura could deal with it, if it meant she could use this time to observe.

Being so young, she was sure to be seen as odd if she ventured to the library. And it would be a spectical if she was caught reading. So she adapted, as any formidable Shinobi would. Using her appearance to deceive and listen. Woman here enjoyed gossiping it seemed, as did men whenever they would jab at one another. But the Maester is who she found to be the most informative.

Rickon eventually left her side, towards another squire who was standing beside their other brother, Bennard. Sakura's hands found the snow, running her chubby fingers through the cold substance. Her eyes watched silently, as they conversed. But their conversation was nothing to note.

And she eventually grew bored of eavesdropping on their conversations of betrothals. Her eyes finding the pale robes of the Maester. A perfect target and one that would entertain her for the rest of the day.

Sakura pushed herself up, mindful of her still developing body - and lack of any control - and wobbled forward. Rickon had yet to notice her departure, as she grew closer to the Maester. Yet his legs were longer, as were his strides. And Sakura found herself being left behind as he strode off, back into the keep.

Sakura went as fast as her body would physically allow her to, hand against the wall to steady herself. The keep was easy to memorize, as Rickon or her mother, Lysa - tended to carry her around to pass time.


"Sarisa? What on earth are you doing?" The Maester asked with worry lacing his tone.

Sakura lifted her head, taking one step, then another - before losing any control in the muscles of her legs, falling backwards onto the ground beneath her. She huffed in irritation, glaring mutely at her infant body. Sakura - for the life of her - missed her adult body. She missed chakra, and healing. There were many other things she missed as well, not that she'd ever say it aloud. Less she feared someone would mark her as crazy.

"Story." She babbled, hoping he'd talk about something interesting. Something besides marriage and girls.

"A story? Perhaps I'll fetch Lady Stark, yes?" The Maester babbled on, and Sakura furrowed her brows.

"No!" Sakura yelled as loud as she could, yet it wasn't as commanding as she thought, sounding more like a whine then anything. The Maester bit back a laugh, and bent down to scoop her into his arms. Relenting in her request.

"If I tell you a story, you must promise me you'll behave while I finish sealing off a few letters ?" The Maester wondered, giving the toddler a look.

Sakura grinned, anticipation wiggling its way through her body as the Maester moved towards his desk, hands manuevering her out of his grasp and onto the wooden surface. Her eyes scanned the stacked papers and scattered scrolls. As she took the time to look around, the Maester made his way around and into his chair. She kept him in the corner of her eye as her fingers reached out to grab a warn-down corner of a sheet of paper.

"Have you heard of the Targaryens?" The Maester broke the silence.

Sakura pondered the surname. Perhaps in passing, yet nothing really stuck. Whenever her mother, Lysa, would allow her to sit in on her older brothers lessons with the Maesters- she learned how this world worked. Houses, like Stark, were held in high regard in the North. Yet Southern houses never grabbed her interest.

So instead of answering, she merely shook her head. The Maester nodded, as he reached to the side to grab a empty parchment.

"Targaryens. Perhaps the most sought after house in the South." He began his tale.

"Viserys Targaryen, King of Westeros. But this story is not about him, but his father." Sakura's brow furrowed, head turning to watch the Maester write words with his quill.

"Baelon Targaryen, he's well known as Baelon the Brave. He rode the fearsome dragon, Vhagar." Sakura blinked once, than twice- as the Maester continued with his story. But she did not care about his words anymore, at least not the ones he was spewing.

"Vhagar." Sakura mumbled, and the noise around her grew silent. She regarded the Maester with curious eyes.

"Dragons. Tell me more." She demanded, before flushing in embarrassment. "Sorry" She murmured, 'babying' her voice. Having forgotten herself there, she was supposed to be four and not thirty-seven.

The Maester did not seem to catch onto her mistake, smiling at her instead. "Targaryens ride dragons. There are many in the Dragon Pit in Kingslanding. A few roam free near Dragonstone and the Vale." He explains to her.

Sakura can feel her heart beat from her chest. Excitement building up through her body. A feeling she hadn't felt since the first time she spared with Tsunade. She wanted a Dragon. She realized.

"Only.." She mulled over her words. "Only Targaryens ride dragons?" Sakura asked.

The Maester rolled up the finished scroll, before peering at her curiously. "Yes, only Targaryens have ridden a dragon. They are very... open about this fact." He told her, before sealing the scroll with the Stark seal. Sakura merely kept her next few thoughts to herself.

"Lets get you to your mother, Lady Stark. I'm sure she is wondering where you are, yes?" The Maester spoke, pushing his chair back to stand. As he leaned forward to grab her, Sakura's eyes traveled to the books on the shelves behind the two.

"A book on dragons." She said aloud, as she settled on the mans hip. The old mans eyes trailed from her, to where her gaze lingered.

"We do not have much, on dragons." The Maester began, watching as her face fell with disappointment. The older man was quick to follow up, as to not sadden the young girl. "But perhaps come morning, you shall find what books we do have, on the edge of your bed."

Sakura smiled happily, yet grinned with hidden intent internally at the Maesters words. "Thank you." She remembered to say, before the two fell quiet as the Maester went about to find her mother.

Perhaps non-Targaryens could indeed, not ride a dragon. But Sakura was set on embracing her 'Inner Naruto'. As Ino would quote.

But she would never know, unless she tried.