The young wolf and the lion cub

Chapter Two

A month later...

My mother had let me ride on my horse, Fern. I had to ride by Joffrey's side but it was better than being stuck with my mother in the carriage. I could feel the breath of the wind on my face and the breeze through my hair, I felt free. I could see Winterfell. The walls were high and the towers stood tall. Everything about it was different to the Red Keep. Especially the cold, it was like nothing I had ever imagined but there was a freshness to it.

We soon arrived In the courtyard, my father had to have two guards help him off his horse. The Starks were lined up waiting to greet us. I rode in behind Joffrey who held his head high. My mothers carriage then arrived and my mother and Tommen got out. Joffrey helped me down off my horse, I looked at him surprised but I let him. My mother had joined my father and they were talking to the Starks, there was five Stark children, they all looked strong and fierce. I could see my brother smiling coyly at the eldest girl. She smiled back blushing. The eldest boy looked towards her gaze and looked coldly at Joffrey, he glanced at me and smiled slightly, I looked away slightly embarrassed. He was fairly handsome, only a few years older than Joffrey he had strong features but there was a fairness in his eyes, he stood tall next to his father.

We were then shown our chambers, after the maids had unpacked I went to find my mother. I could hear my father shouting down the hall way I listened carefully. "I will not have you give my only daughter to some northerner!" My mother screeched "she's my daughter too woman! She will do as she is told!" Give me to a northerner? What did that mean? My father soon stormed out, I could hear his heavy footsteps getting fainter. I went into the room he had just left. My mother was staring solemnly out of the window, she smiled when she saw me. "Myrcella" her voice was soft again "come here child" I sat down next to her, she hugged me tightly "my little lion cub" my mother often called me and my brothers lions, even though we were supposed to be Stags.

She picked out a dress for me and braided my hair, she usually let the handmaidens do it, but it seemed like she wanted to for a change. We then walked to the main hall together for the feast, I sat with Joffrey, Tommen was too tired to come to the feast. I saw my mother sit with Lady Catelyn, the eldest Stark boy was talking to her. "Who's that?" Joffrey looked faintly over "Robb I think" I looked at them again, lady Catelyn was looking at me and then Robb turned I looked back at my plate, but I could feel their eyes still on me. When I dared to look at them again Robb was gone and Lady Catelyn was talking with my mother.

After the food had been served, everyone started drinking and dancing, Joffrey asked the eldest Stark daughter to dance with him, a sweet smile lit up on her face. I could see my father, he was already drunk and flirting with the kitchen maids. I could see my mother boring her eyes into him. I turned back into my seat to see a figure standing over me, I looked up to see Robb "would you like to dance your grace?" He held his hand out to me "yes, my lord" I took his hand gently, I could feel my cheeks burning.

I couldn't bare to look at him in the eye. "How are you enjoying Winterfell?" I looked up to see his eyes were looking straight into mine "it's very pleasant, my Lord" we both looked away "my sister looks happy" I turned to the direction he was looking in, She was giggling and smiling, as Joffrey danced with her. "My father tells me the king wants to join our houses, he wants Sansa to marry the prince" my eyes widened at the news, Joffrey was acting like a completely different person around Sansa, he wasn't being cruel, he looked to be being kind. "I haven't heard anything, my lord."

When the music stopped, Robb lead me back over to my seat where he smiled and then joined another table. I followed him with my eyes as he walked away. I looked up to see Lady Catlelyn smiling in our direction, my mother was still piercing her glare into my father. I soon left the feast and returned to my chambers, I was tired from the long trip and was pleased to have a proper bed and to have a goodnight sleep. That night I dreamt of the North, the Starks and Robb...