WIN OR DIE || Game of Thrones

Black curls

I ride beside Joffrey. We are on our way to Winterfell to see the Stark's. I am probably the only one other than father who was actually excited to go north. I love adventures. They are so thrilling, a shit-ton better than hanging about Kings Landing drinking wine and sweating through silks.

"Isn't it so exciting? Everywhere looks wonderful" I say, the wind stealing my breath away.

"Oh yes, terribly. Perhaps when it rains it will make everything even better" Joffrey replied. As you can probably imagine, he hates the north.

"Well someone's in a bad mood," I'm practically tickling a sleeping dragon—or in his case a grumpy little cat wearing a lions mane.

"If you love these Stark's so much then marry one of them, then you'll be just like father and in love with a northern savage for the rest of your life."

"Guess what, I know something you don't. Father isn't just going to ask Lord Eddard to be his Hand—he's going to betroth you to Sansa, their eldest daughter" I smirk when I see Joffrey's shock.

"You may be older than me by a few years but I am the crown prince. I will be king some day and if you are not married by the time I am king I will marry you off to some old man."

"Then I would be a widow within minutes of the marriage ceremony I assure you. Now, let's not fight any more today, we have almost arrived." Not too far ahead the front guards gallop into Winterfell. We follow them. I'm already in love with the castle. It seems like something out of a fairy tale.

We enter the inner yard and the Stark's are lined up to greet us. After us comes the wheelhouse. I would have travelled in the wheelhouse to be with Tommen and Myrcella but mother makes me regret being there every time. She dislikes me because my twin brother died from fever when we were babies but I lived—as if it were my fault that I happened to have a stronger immune system.

Then comes father. I have always gotten on with him better than mother, he has always been there for me. Everyone in the yard kneels and father walks over to Lord Eddard.

"You've got fat" father says. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Lord Eddard just looks him up and down and they burst out laughing. "Come Morgana, show Ned how much you look like me when I was younger."

I get off my horse and hand it to a stable boy. Behind Lord Eddard I see a man who looks about the same age as me with black, curly hair.. His eyes meet mine and we look at each other for a moment before I reach father and lord Eddard.

"Your grace" lord Eddard says politely.

"My lord, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Enough of the niceness. Doesn't she look like a young me?" Lord Eddard looks at me and back at father.

"I don't see it" he says. I burst out laughing.

"I have never seen it either my lord, I always thought it was the wine that played tricks on father's mind," I tell him.

"Tricks? Naw, it sharpens it." Father greets the other Stark's and I flick my eyes back to the boy with the curly black hair. "Ned, I would like to pay my respects."

"We have been riding for a month my love, surely the dead can wait" Mother says. Father just walks off with lord Eddard trailing behind him.

"Where's the imp?" I hear the youngest Stark girl ask.

"Shut up!" Her sister hisses back.

"Where is our wretched brother?" Mother asks uncle Jamie.

"You know, I think I can guess" I say and pull the hair from my face. In response to their blank faces, "the brothel. I'll go find him" I turn around.