tomorrow | sansa stark

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Sansa and Arya gasped as the door to their carriage slammed open and shut. Princess Lenora plopped herself comfortably next to Sansa. "Princess?" Sansa looked confused. 

"Lady Sansa." The Princess nodded to the tiny one. "Lady Arya." Lenora was in the middle of readjusting her dress. Doing so definitely made the young princess notice how much more tight this carriage was then to her families. Hopefully the Stark girls wouldn't mind.

The carriage door was ripped open once more. "Lenora." Cersei's smile was anything but genuine. The queen looked around distastfully. "What are you doing here? This carriage is far too small for the three of you?"

Lenora wrapped her arm around Sansa's own. "Well. I've got to befriend my future sisters somehow."

Cersei made a sound in the back of her throat. "Well your sister will miss you dearly."

Lenora smiled "There's an extra seat." Arya forced herself not to groan. She didn't want someone to sit next to her.

"And what of a Tommen?"

Lenora shrugged are her mother. "Well this is more of a girl's only carriage but if he likes he can join his father and brother on horse back."

Cersei felt a pinch in her heart. Knowing her daughter hated her made her regret every mistake she has ever made. She wished she could fix it. But for now she smiled and nodded. "Very well then. We're a carriage behind. See you at night fall."

Lenora sighed and let the seat cushions swallow her. "My apologies Lady Sansa, Lady Arya."

"No need to apologize, Princess." Sansa smiled politely while Arya stared out of the window. Lenora laid her head against the side of the carriage. "Stressful day?"

The Princess nodded. "Stressful life."

Sansa nodded in understanding. "It'll get better." She placed a comforting hand on the princess' knee. Lenora smiled and closed her eyes. Falling into a dreamless slumber.

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Lenora was the first out of the carriage. She smiled greatly at the red keep. "Bless every God that's walked these shit lands."

Arya smiled behind the princess in adoration. She learned quick that behind closed doors the princess was her favorite person. They both hated men. Both cursed more on a daily basis than a lady should in her life. The two had similar interests and similar dislikes. And in the near future the two would both have similar hobbies of stabbing people with the pointy end of their swords.

Lenora turned to the two Stark girls as the stepped behind her. "Arya. Sansa. It's been my deepest pleasure to have you two as traveling buddies. I will see you soon. Possibly." She gave a slight curtsy and left.

The two sisters stared at each other. Sansa thought the princess to be odd. Nice, and a good companion. But very, very odd. And Arya thought she was the best person on Earth.

The Princess swiftly fled to her chambers. A guard flanking her on each side as she ignored whatever insufferable lord, lady, and servant who attempted to greet her. The door to her chambers shut on the two guards who stood dutifully on each side. The Princess stripped of her dress and jumped into bed with nothing but her undergarments. "Finally." She sighed in relief.

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Lenora slept and slept until a brave soul finally sent foe her. A handmaiden cringed as she shook the Princess from her slumber. "Princess?" Lenora turned around, plainly ignoring the poor woman. The handmaiden wiped away her sweaty palms and shook the Princess once more. Lenora, smacked the hands away and groaned. "Princess. Your dance master sends for you."

Lenoras eyes snapped open and she lunged out of bed. "Y'shouldve just said that." She grumbled and stumbled to her wardrobe and shoving herself into a loose dress. With the help of her handmaiden she stumbled up multiple flights of stairs to the dancing room.

The door was already opened so she let herself in. "Tiny man!" The Princess smiled and smacked Syrio Forel'd back. He stumbled slightly but smiled nonetheless.

"Princess." He greeted, "Glad to see the North has treated you well." Syrio threw a training sword to his young apprentice.

Lenora shrugged and started to dance around Syrio. "It was bleek-" her sword clashed with her masters. "The starks were wonderful guests. Although I think" the Princess lept backwards to avoid Syrios lunge. "I think ill never go back up there."

"Oh really? Too cold for the southern Princess?" Syrio laughed around the Princess' lunge.

Lenora nodded. "Absolutely. It's not even winter yet. Dear gods I fear what it will be like." Lenora side swept Syrio and smacked him on the back with her sword. "One point." Her victorious smile was quite literally smacked off her face from the blunt end of Syrios sword. "Ow."

The Princess rubbed her nose and got back into position. "Dont lose focus." Lenora mimicked his voice in her head. "Tell me more of the North."

Lenora shrugged as the two circled each other. "Very bland. Not very much natural beauty."

"The Starks?" Syrio questioned.

Lenora smiled. "Perfect. They have pet direwolfs." Lenora felt a ping of sadness. The incident with Aryas wolf attacking Joffery was still a sore topic for the two young Starks. Her mother tried to have Lady executed but Lenora set her free from that faith.

"Any good stories from them?"

"The direwolfs?" Lenora questioned. "Sansas wolf destroyed my robes. Little bugger pissed all over them. And they were my favorite robes." She shrugged. "On the journey here Aryas bit Joffery."

"For good reason?" Syrio smiled in amusement.

"Aye. Though you don't need a good reason to attack Joffery." Lenora and Syrio heard a laugh and turned to see Arya and Ned Stark watching the scene. While Syrio was distracted Lenora tapped his side twice. "Two. Three. I win."

Syrio nodded and waved to Arya. "We have a new student joining us from now on."

Lenora nodded and walked over the the table. Putting her sword down she replaced it with two wooden swords. "I get to use a sword?" Arya's eyes lit up.

"Aye." Lenora tossed the wooden one to her and watched as she let it drop.

Syrio grimaced. "She will learn."

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