Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Thirteen: Preparing to Leave

"I don't want to go," Arya announced glaring unhappily at Sansa, she didn't see why she had to go with her father and sister to the capital when she wished to remain here while things were so thrown off. 

It had been a month since Bran had fallen and while there was no sign of him waking up, Maester Luwin had sworn that he wasn't going to die from his injuries. 

The period for that had passed and now they just had to wait and see what happened, Master Luwin was certain that Bran would wake up when he was ready although he would not walk again. 

Sanira sighed looking to her good-sister, she had enough on her plate right now especially with Rickon following her around all the time; the poor boy didn't know what was going on and was frightened. 

Catelyn had not left Bran's side since she had found him and Sanira doubted that would change any time soon, even with her husband and daughters about to rid South with the King. 

Ned had always intended to take most of his children south with him when he had made the decision, now only Sansa and Arya would make the trip with the main hope being that being in King's Landing to be more lady-like. 

"I am sure you'll have a wonderful time," Sanira said trying to sooth Arya, she didn't need the other girl acting out when everyone's eyes were on them and causing trouble when they did not need it right now. 

Sansa was overjoyed with the news that they were going South and had spent most of her time preparing for the trip to King's Landing and her engagement to Prince Joffrey. 

Her joyful attitude was grating on Sanira's last nerve, everyone else was so miserable right now and yet all Sansa could talk about was her future with Prince Joffrey. 

Sanira would not deny that the Stark girls were rather sheltered and Sansa was certainly going to have her eyes opened when she realised that what she was picturing in her mind was not what she should expect when she reached King's Landing. 

Already Sanira had noticed the changes in how Sansa dressed herself, slight southern styles had started to make their way into the younger woman's attires. 

Her fashions starting to mimic those of the Queen and Sanira hoped that Sansa would not forget where she had come from when she got to King's Landing because the southerners certainly wouldn't.

"But I don't want to go," Arya whined looking down at her breakfast and pushing it around her plate, they were due to leave for King's Landing the next day and she still hadn't packed her bag properly. 

It was Sansa that was going to marry the prince and Arya didn't want to spend time with any of the Southern lords or ladies that were bound to be in the capital; they were far to uptight for her liking. 

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Sanira tried not to snap at Arya not wanting to take her frustration out on her good-sister; she was tired and it didn't help that Rickon was constantly waking her up at night. 

Robb offered his wife a look wishing that there was some way to make this easier, he was doing his best to help her with Rickon but he was busy helping his father prepare for the move South and taking over some of his duties. 

"You have to go... father commands it," Robb murmured attempting to make Arya understand, she was going with their father South and nothing was going to change that. 

Eddard was the hand-of-the-king now and things were going to change for them all, Sansa might have been set to marry Joffrey but Arya was going so that she could continue her lessons and become a proper lady like her mother wanted her to be. 

Scoffing Arya got up from the breakfast table and stormed away, she didn't like any of this and it was the worst time that they could be leaving especially with no signs of Bran waking up soon.