The Lady of Winterfell placed a hand on her youngest son, looking among her children for the head of her second daughter.
"Where's Arya?"
She asked, looking at the line of Stark's that stood to the other side of her husband. Her furrowed brows turned to her eldest daughter who was staring at the knights that flooded the yard.
"Sansa, Where's your sister?"
The young girl quickly shot across her parents to take her place in line, a helmet carrying the Stark house sigil atop her small head. She was stopped by her father,
"Hey, Hey, Hey. What are you doing with that on?" He asked with a chuckle, taking the helm from her head and pushing her shoulder to guide her to join her siblings. Arya shoved herself between her sister, Sansa, and her brother, Bran, who was only a year younger than her.
"Move!" She demanded, shoving her brother to the side to make room for her tiny frame.
The crowned prince was tall, and beside him rode Ser Gregor Clegane and his terribly burned face. Sansa stared at the prince with bright eyes, an adoration in her eyes. The prince turned to look down at her with a dashing smile that made the girl blush. Arya looked up at her sister, turning up one of her lips in disgust.
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A Lion In The Wolves Den ||GOT x OCs||
Fanfiction|OCxGameofThrones| A Lion raised by wolves They say if they avoid any confrontation with the enemy, they'll forget their evil ways and learn to love us. Of course a Lion can never be a wolf. It's roars will never sound like barks...
