The Lion masquerading a Deer - GoT fanfic -

Chapter One - Winter is Coming

-//- Luciana's pov -//- 

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from letting out a squeal of excitment, we had been traveling for over a month, and as much as I enjoyed the open road I was excrutiantingly excited to sleep in four stable walls. 

I felt the carriage come to a stop, my father no longer at the window as he took off with his horse and guards towards the entrance of Winterfell. Nervously I flattened down my dress, watching as my mother sorted out Tommen and Mycella. It wasnt long until the door swung open, letting in a cold chill. 

Though the excitment that was pumping through me kept my body from feeling the cold, which, meant I could step out of the carriage with little help. My legs ached, and knees wobbled as I landed on the cobblestone ground. My body adjusting to carry its own weight once more. My eyes danced round, taking everything in. The colouring was much more bland North, the stones grey washed, the castle hauntingly beautiful. What caught my attention fully though, was the deep green forest that lounged all around. 

The tapping of shoes on the ground alerted me to the presence of my mother and siblings. I followed her gaze to the family that stood outside the castle, my father and brother making their way towards them. All but two held dark brown almost black locks, their apperance making me smile slightly "Is that them?" I questioned in a soft hue "They all have brown hair..." 

My mother turned to me, green eyes baring down on me with a heavy weight "Just because you have brown hair little doe does not mean you are any less of a lion" She soothed, her left hand pulling at one of my loose curls, twisting it in her fingers before letting it fall back to my collar once more. 

I offered her a dip of my head, eyes not lingering on her for long as I murmured "I know" 

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-//- Third person -//- 

Robert Baratheon moved on his noble steed through the yard, head high, and hands loosly holding onto the reins. A small girl known as Arya ran across some hay bales, a cloak round her shoulders and a helmet on her head. She scrambled onto a wagon, wanting to gather a better sight of the grand entrance of the royal family. As she situated herself on the cart, Joffrey Baratheon rode in, followed by a man known as the Hound. Disfigured in apperance and taller then most men around. 

Catelyn Stark, Lady of Winterfell searched with her eyes around, features scowling as she muttered "Where’s Arya?" Her eyes soon landing on her eldest daughter "Sansa, where’s your sister?" 

More riders entered the area, all holding the King's banner. Arya dashed down the wagon, attempting to scoot past her parents to stand in line with her siblings, but before she could situate herself between Sansa, and her younger brother Bran, she was stopped by her father, Ned Stark. 

Ned grasped his youngest daughter by the shoulder "Hey, hey, hey, hey." He breathed in a rush, scrutinising the helmet on her head "What are you doing with that on?" Gently, he pulled the helm off of her head, before ushering her to stand in line.

Arya, now posessing a grumpy scowl shoved her brother out of the way, barking "Move!" As she did so. 

When Robert decended from his horse, everyone around move to a kneel, the King allowed them a few mere seconds of doing so before he signaled them all to rise back up once more. He soon made his way to his old friend, Ned seeing him was a little stunned by his sudden expansion of apperance, clearing his throat he murmured "Your Grace." 

Robert's beady eyes scanned Ned over, slanting his head he gruffly muttered "You’ve got fat." 

Ned’s eyes widened in surprise, though it didn’t last long as his left brow rose in a manner to add to his expression that cried *what about you.* The two old friends stared at one another for a few moments before a laugh past them both. The noise deep and warm.