Anastasia Baratheon was the apple to her mothers eye, her first born child. a twin no less, born only minutes before Joffery himself.
Joffery, Like his parents, loved his sister more than he should. and when she coldly turns him down their relation...
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The Royal party Rode into Winterfell on a plain summers day in the North, Jamie Lannister sat upon his steed proudly as he looked down at the northern people. The Hound not far behind with a look of annoyance on his scarred face. The fat king got down from his steed to stand in front of his old friend, "You've gotten fat," the king jested as Winterfell remained silent.
The northern man just gave the king a look, one that caused the fat King to laugh as he pulled the man in for a hug. "Nine years! Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" The king asked.
"Gaurding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours," ned stark replied formally. A gorgeous and expensive looking wheelhouse pulls into the courtyard of winterfell. Carrying the Royal children and their mother, Cersi Lannister.
Queen cersi is the first to exit the wheelhouse, the rumours of her beauty reining true. Even as she grew older, she remained graceful. Followed shortly after was the Princess Anastasia, her beauty causing every northern man to stare at her in wonder and lust. She smiled shyly and stepped away to allow her two little siblings to exit the wheelhouse. Myrcella immediately comes to her sisters side, and holds her hand gently for comfort. The young girl was rather shy in front of the crowds.
The Hound watched the interaction carefully, admiring the young girls mothering nature. He had known her since she was born, being her brothers protector, and had always been surprised she had always been so kind. Over the years she blossomed into a gorgeous young woman and Sandor would be blind to have not noticed.
She had always treated everyone with respect and had actually blushed when he had complemented her. She was the first woman to do so, all the others looked at him with disgusted. It was impossible for him to not catch feelings for the Princess. Most did, and all had been sent away by her mother, brother or even herself. He was the only man she'd allowed to complement her.
Anastasia bowed politely to ned stark after he greeted her mother, watched as her father treated the starks better than he did his own children. "Take me down to your crypt. I want to pay my respects," The king demand.
Cersi tried to reason with him, as he was once again making a fool out of her and their family, but the king did not cared and left for the crypt. Ned stark in toe. Robert had told the Queen he was planning on marrying one of his children to a stark, and wanted it to be Anastasia. But the woman would not allow it, no matter how many times Robert hit and scolded her, Cersi wouldn't allow her daughter to be taken so far from her. And so they came to agreement Joffery would be married to the eldest Stark girl. Allowing Cersi to have all her children still with her.
Princess Ana was escorted to her Chambers by Robb Stark and Theon Greyjoy. Both men competing for her attention as the Hound and her brother followed them silently. "I do hope that everything is to your liking milady," Robb said as she entered the room.
"If not, I'm sure I can find you more suitable chambers," Theon greyjoy added with a large smirk. Slightly suggesting his own Chambers.
Ana, used to the attention, gave the men a charming smile that had all 4 men accompanying her swooning. "This is perfect, thank you my Lords."
A handmaiden rushed into the room, glancing worryingly at the disfigured man staring at her new mistress. "Now, I would like to get ready for the feast. If that is okay with you all?" She asked politely as the Prince and two Lords stuttered out and left the room. Sandor rolled his eyes, he may not be great at flirting (considering he's only been with whores who refused to kiss him or look upon his face) but at least he was a blubbering fool in front of a pretty lady.
"Bunch of cunts, " he told the Princess, causing her to snort ungracefully. He smiled lightly as he left the room, knowing that he was the one that made her laugh.
