Rightfully Mine // Ned Stark

Keep Flirting

Lord Aryn is dead. The king is coming to winterfell.

'Is everything prepared for the royal family?' catelyn snapped.

'why are you asking me that's not my job.' ned reminded her.

'must we argue? They will be here any day now, we must at least pretend we are an undivided front.' catelyn reminded him.

'It was you that started it. I'm not in charge of food or flowers.' ned told her.

'you really are useless' she muttered leaving.

He clenched his fists in front of him, he would never hit a women but catelyns actions tempted him. He could already see it was going to be a long day of arguing with himself.

While the starks were preparing the royal family was just as dysfunctional. Robert, Sasha's half siblings and the bitch Queen went to an inn for the night, they were less than a week out and this was the last inn for the rest of the journey. Sasha liked sleeping under the stars though. Cersei was glad to be rid of her but not glad that her husband so blatantly was fucking a whore in the room next to her.

Jaime and Sandor were assigned to stay with Sasha since she was the outdoorsy one like her mother while Robert preferred fine things. The only fine thing Sasha coveted was the Crown, something she could never have. Not without murdering her whole family.

'Hound.' sasha said with a grin as she passed

'Princess,' he replied watching her go. She was the only one he didnt mind calling him that. She didnt say it mean like the others she said it with a flirty little smile. That if she werent the princess he would have ripped her clothes off by now. Taken her every which way because her eyes were begging for it.

When sasha was 10, joffrey was born when she was 11, sandor was hired as his guard. Although once the princess decided she wanted to learn to fight she had been playing for years with wood swords and already liked the bow and arrow, liked seeing the arrow soar through the air. Now that Sandor and Jaime, both skilled swordsman were at the castle she wouldn't take no for any answer Robert thought why not learn from the best, so Jaime and Sandor taught her, trained her. Cersei hated it, especially as the girl grew into a woman, a beauty with raven hair, one jaimes eyes lingered on to damn long for Cersei's liking.

'Black beauty,' Tyrion said smiling over at his niece... his niece that was only a few years his younger and extremely tempting.

'I thought I told you to stop calling me the name of a horse from one of your books?' Sasha questioned sitting down across from him.

'You did but your raven hair and such beauty that beckons the name my dear.' Tyrion told her with a sly grin.

'leave her be Imp.' Sandor said sitting down not to far from her.

'I don't believe we were talking to you hound.' Tyrion countered.

'Boys. Boys, always so viscous.' Sasha tsked.

'Only for your attention my dear,' Tyrion informed her with a wink.

'You are technically my uncle.' Sasha reminded him.

'Yes but then again you never call Cersei, mother?' Tyrion reminded her.

'She can do better than the likes of you.' Sandor informed him.

'Of course I can and one day I'm going to find him. But until then feel free to keep flirting,' she looked between the two men. 'it boosts my ego and you know how ego centric the rest of the family is, I have to try and keep up.'