As the gates open to Winterfell, all of King Robert Baratheon's men entered, including Alianora and Archie as they guided their horses through the crowd of people waiting for the arrival of the King and Queen, the twins situated either side of the Stark family, Alianora close to Rickon and Archie next to Hodor and Bran.
"Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?" The eldest daughter shrugs simply causing Catelyn to sigh in a slight annoyance and looks around until a panting Arya Star runs over, helmet on head.
"Hey!" Ned calls out quietly, grabbing his daughter by the arm and taking off her helmet. "Where'd you get this?" His daughter looks up to him, guilt in her eyes causing him to tut and pat her on her arm to make her go stand back in line.
With a groan, she does causing Alia to smile under her mask slightly and give a stern eye to Arya as she looks back at the Knight, with a frown.
Alias's attention is soon focused on a blonde boy that enters, riding a brown horse, a long purple cloak draped over his shoulders. It was fair to say that Alia thought the boy was very smug due to the look on his face, eyeing down all the people before him.
She looks over to her brother, who is already looking at her, given her the same thought.
She laughs quietly to herself causing Ser Rodrik Cassel, the Master-at-Arms, to give her a look of anger, to which she quickly covers her laugh up with a fake cough. Nodding slowly, he looks ahead and so does Alia when her attention is drawn to a large black horse, like hers, enters behind the young boy with a helmet resembling a dog of some description, trot along beside him.
Watching him cautiously, she didn't realise she was staring until everyone started to kneel before the King to which she quickly prepares herself and gives a stern kick to Stripes ribs to which her horse started to kneel on its front leg, resembling a bow until the King gestures for Ned and everyone to stand.
The whole place went silent until King Robert spoke.
"You've got fat."
Alia cocks her eyebrow, not sure how he, a large fat man himself, call Ned fat to his face.
They both erupt into laughter, letting everyone breathe a shy of relief but she couldn't help but feel her horse start to stir from under her.
"What is it boy?" She whispers into the his ears, giving him a slight stroke on its mane to calm him down.
When all introductions are done, she dismounts her horse and whistles for a Stable boy to come over to help her assist with her steed.
"May I help you Lady Alianora?" The young boy asks, looking to Alia who hands the reigns over to the boy.
"You know I dislike you calling me Lady, Mason." She mumbles, placing her gloved hand to the horse once more, giving him another stroke.
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