Joanna the defiant

Princess in.... the North?

         "Joanna! Joanna Baratheon!" Addline Joanna's septa yells out down the halls of the palace keep. Her young charge had been avoiding her all day lost in crowds of people or cutting through buildings.  Joanna was now fourteen and rebellious as ever, if her father hadn't already been king the woman was sure they would be having another Baratheon rebellion on their hands. Unlike most lady's princess Joanna longed to be free. She loved to roam in the great Kong's wood or among the lower towns people of flea bottom. She was a fierce and true girl her heart open and shining for all to see with the temper of the king and the wits of the citadel.  She had grown into a beautiful woman. They called her the most beautiful woman in Westeros a title long had by her own mother who was aging rapidly.  Joanna had the fairest porcelain skin that stuck out amongst the tans of the south, along with deep back hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her jaw was squared with high prominent cheek bones and carved expressive eyebrows. Her lips were a soft red looking as if she constantly had taken the first bite of a juicy strawberry. And her hips were beginning to widen along with her chest filling out.    The girl sighs unladylike as she slows down to an almost stop never one to sit still. "Your father sends for you in the throne room." Her septa pants out of breath from chasing the girl all over the castle. "Thank you, Addline" Joanna smiles her contagious wide toothy smile. The older woman looks down at the princesses outfit with a frown. She was in a green undershirt with a leather vest and brown trousers and riding boots. It wouldn't be the first time she had walked into court dressed so manly she preferred gowns when the occasion called for such as feasts and tourneys.  "I'll be on my way no need to worry!" She promises setting off in a brisk walk towards the throne room leaving Addline behind as always.

Joanna stands in front of the large doors of the throne room two guards stationed on duty standing on each side of the door looking straight forward waiting for her order to open the door. Joanna sighs rolling her shoulders back and standing tall and proud as she could her silver tiara around her head a comfortable weight. Nodding her head the kings guard opens the door and Joanna steps through glancing around the room seeing a few common folk as well as her father and the hand of the king her mother no where in sight though Joffrey was stood off to the side along with the lords and knights.  "Joanna of house Baratheon princess of the seven kingdoms." Is announced as she walks forward all eyes drawing to her though she doesn't falter in the slightest. She walks up to her fathers thrown and curtsies her back rod straight as she does so putting even the most regal ladies to shame. "My king." She beams up at her father as she stands straight again. "Now now, none of that my little stag. Come we have much to discuss later on." Her father beckons her up to the raised platform the throne sat on, she walks up the few steps and sits on the arm rest of the thrown leaning against her father.  He has always shown affection with her and allowed her to sit on his lap when she was little and now she was allowed to stand beside him and even perched on the arm of the throne it's self. 
   "Your grace, the resent storm has brought down the permanent market stands. We have no way to sell our goods." A man complains his accent thick and his grammar lacking. Robert listens half heartedly it was the last compliant of the day and he could only think of his next drink and fuck. "This sounds like the sellers problem, each man should rebuild his own stand to sell his goods." The king interrupts his hand raised in the air to stop the man for continuing. Joanna bites her lip looking to the stands where a young woman and children watch their faces falling at her fathers words.  "If I may Your grace. I believe if we spared three builders to rebuild the stands for the people then they will be able to start selling sooner.  No one would go hungry and with tax month coming along it would be smother to pay." She explains her voice loud enough for all to her but her suggestion soft as not to undermine her father or make him look like a bad king. Robert smiles proudly at his daughter the girl of fourteen could already run his kingdom better than he could ever hope to. "I feel this is fair and a suggestion I am proud of Joanna. Three builders will be sent in a week's time to aid in the recovery of the market. Now onto my own business I would like to address to the court.  "Joanna you are now a girl of fourteen, and as such I have decided you should participate in the fostering of another great house of Westeros." Robert commands the throne room erupting with whispers and gasps near the end of his speech. "No! She can't! She is a girl I should be fostered I am the heir!" A whiny scream comes from beside the lords, her eleven year old little brother cries his shrunken head pinched into an ugly scowl. "Quiet boy! You are to young, I sometimes wonder if you have even given your mothers teat up." Robert shouts out embarrassing his son in front of the whole of the court causing his pinched face to turn a crimson red to match his Lannister features.
  Joanna looks around the room before looking back at her father. "I would be honored to be fostered father. Who would I be staying with?" She questions eager to get all the information she could.  Many young lords were fostered between family's it taught them more than they would ever learn. They left the comfort of their home and family, to travel to another lords home where they would learn their culture and how to be dependent and lead. Also giving them a chance to teach with different master at arms and Measters and septa's.
"You will be going north to stay in Winterfell with Lord Stark. I know he and his will treat you well and that you will learn so much. The North is a completely different place child. Cold and honest." He explains with a fond smile at the mention of his life long friend and the northers he adores.  "Thank you father, I will make you proud." She exclaims buzzing with excitement.