Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Twelve: The Accident

Kissing Sanira softly with his hands cupping her face, Robb couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had to leave this early in the morning to go hunting with his father, the King, and the royal court. 

He would have much rather stayed in bed with Sanira all morning, instead of being dragged out into the cold and forced to spend time with the right royal prick that the King intended to marry to his sister. 

"Come on Stark," Theon snapped bumping into Robb deliberately when he walked past him, his face covered in a scowl that seemed to have permanently taken place since Robb had wed. 

It clearly upset some part of Theon to think that Robb had what he could not, no marriage would be made for Theon by the Starks while he was their ward and there was no sign that his own family thought of him as more than a hostage. 

Sanira rested her head against Robb's for a moment before she took a step back and looked over to where Theon was preparing his own horse. 

She greatly disliked the Greyjoy heir and she wished that she didn't have to run into him most days around Winterfell, she was almost relieved that he would be gone most of the day with the hunting party. 

"I will see you later," Robb promised drawing her attention back to him, he offered her a small smile before he turned to walk away to his own horse so that he did not keep everyone waiting. 

Grey Wind sat at Sanira's feet watching his master prepare to ride out, the cold wind of the morning ruffling his fur as he tilted his head and watched as Robb mounted his horse. 

The sight of King Robert being helped onto his horse made her wrinkle her nose, she was almost surprised that the poor horse didn't collapse from the excessive weight that was placed upon his back. 

It was only when the hunting party started to leave the yard that Sanira made her move, she did hope that they would have some success on the hunt and be back before dark. 

Walking away from the courtyard, Sanira couldn't help but be grateful that the Queen hadn't summoned her and spoke with her; she was aware of her mother's hopes that Cersei would insist upon her moving to King's Landing.

A place in the Queen's household was a much-desired position, it would have appeased any lady that hoped to bring great honour upon her family and yet Sanira could not imagine anything worse than being trapped in King's Landing. 

If she had her way, she would remain here at Winterfell for the rest of her life and she might never have to wander further than the Riverlands in her life. 

The idea made Sanira's stomach turn and she was sort of glad that she hadn't had a run in with Queen Cersei just yet, it didn't take much to imagine what her cousin thought of her new family. 

There was no denying that Cersei Lannister thought herself better than all of them here in the North, she looked down upon them and her cold eyes did little to hide the distain that she had for the Northern folks. 

Shaking her head to ignore the thoughts that filled her mind, Sanira just wanted nothing more than to not focus on her maternal families wants and demands; they did nothing more than upset her when she thought about them. 

Grey Wind followed after Sanira as she wandered around Winterfell, she was not needed by Catelyn this morning nor did she feel like returning to her empty chambers. 

It was strange and Sanira couldn't help but hope that it would stay that way, she had been disappointed to hear over breakfast that morning that Eddard had agreed to what King Robert had wanted. 

Sansa had been thrilled not even caring about how upset her mother looked as she talked about her excitement of marrying Prince Joffrey and how one day, she would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.