The North's Winter Rose <Undergoing Rewrites!>

Winterfell (Rewritten)

May the rewrites begin!

The Stark family were an honorable one. Being the head house of the north was no easy thing but they were known for being good people and they were. Arabelle (Arabella but she never was fond of fancy names or such things) was the eldest daughter only Robb being older and her half sibling Jon too. Expectation were high for the daughter of Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard Stark. She was to marry and become Queen of some place much to the girls dismay. Even at age fifteen her mother had her learning everything there was to be about being a lady. Her only hope was that she did not have to go marry one of the Princes in the South. Sadly today could be that day.

Today was that day. The day the royal family came. Arabelle was told stories about them by her father. More so stories about King Robert and him. Arabelle was also told not to be shocked if King Robert was taken back by her. It had been a long time since King Robert had last seen their aunt. Apparently Arabelle had looked like her aunt, not as much as Arya had but there were still similarities.

She had been rushed out of her bed by some of the Handmaidens. Forced into a dress (to which she did not enjoy) and brought downstairs for breakfast. Her younger brother, Rickon had beamed when he saw his elder sister walking towards the seat next to him. "Ari! Ari!" The younger piped, Arabelle grinned at her siblings happiness of the sight of her.

Arabelle sat down in between her two younger brothers. Bran of course had about the same reaction as Rickon because of her. The rest of the family quietly sat eating as Arabelle frowned to herself remembering that Jon wasn't there. Her mother was never fond of her half sibling because of well you could guess.

It was after breakfast when they came. Arabelle found herself sauntering over to her mother after seeing her standing there yelling at something. "Something wrong Mother?" Arabelle questioned only leading to her sighing and pointing up to Bran. "Bran come on now! The King is here! You don't want your clothes to look all dirty for him do you?" She quizzed playfully with her sibling. Of course Bran had come down after that. Arabelle always had a way with her siblings. Be it Arya trying to throw food at Sansa, Bran climbing some wall or Jon's brooding; Arabelle always found a way to help.

Bran latched onto his sisters hand with their Mother and young direwolves in tow. Catelyn smiled at her two children and their bond. She just wished that Robert wouldn't sweep either of them away into that pit of lions. Perhaps her wish to the gods would come true. She could only pray.