Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Winterfell

"Prepare yourselves, we are nearly entering Winterfell!"

Winterfell. Ever since I was a young child, I had held a desire to see this place in all its magnificence. While many found snow undesirable, I always thought of it as one of the Gods many wonders that they felt we should witness.

Our entrance was a graceful one to say the least, men on horses in line with each other as they surround the Palinquin the Queen and I rode inside of with her children, the banners of the Lannister sigil raised high and mighty in the windy breeze.

"I can't believe my husband is making Eddard Stark the new Hand. A Stark!" Cersei shakes her head in disbelief, hands tracing the linen on her beautiful plum dress.

"If I had my way the whole lot of them would already of been wiped out of this pitiful, vermin ridden place they call a home." Joffrey held a face of disgust as she carries on, eyes wandering out of the window on occasions. Her eyes dart towards me, raising her eyebrows.

"Do you not agree with me, Marienne?" She questions me, and I merely nod in reply.

I never contradict what the queen says, for my own good. Although we have a relationship closer than that of a Queen and a handmaiden, I know she is not a woman to disagree with.

"I do, my grace, yet I have often wondered what Winterfell looks like, as I have heard many stories about the place." Cersei's inquisitive look is replaced by a frown, as she pushes a pin into place on top of her golden hair.

"I understand Marienne, yet I fear you will be disappointed. The place is nothing but rotten brick and blocked noses."

The Palinquin is lowered onto the ground, indicating we were now within the gates of Winterfell. I brush my hands against my lap and wait for the door to open. I bow my head towards Cersei as she exits first, strangers hands reaching to help her out, her three children climbing out next.

I step out after Joffrey, looking around with a grin on my face. It was marvellous, and exactly how I had imagined it. Snow had not yet fallen, but the air was crisp and cold. The structures were mighty, and I felt a welcoming presence.

I quickly follow behind Cersei, as the residents of House Stark and their citizens are gathered patiently infront of our men for us to greet them.

The King grunts as he greets Catelyn Stark, and converses with Eddard Stark like they are old friends, which I assume they are. I stand beside Cersei as she walks over to the Stark children.

"Hello." This is all Cersei says as she shakes hands with the youngest three children, Rickon, Bran and Arya. I smile at the children and shake their hands also.

Cersei and I pause in our greetings as a silence consumes the air, followed by laughter from the King and Eddard. I glance back to the curly, black haired boy infront of me as he reaches forward to kiss my hand.

"Jon Snow, my lady."

He smiles at me, a strand of his untamed hair falling into his face. I bow my head to him.

"No need to be courteous, I am only the handmaiden." Jon nods at me with a grin.

Snow. He must be the bastard child.

Next to Snow stands a boy who towers over me, and I'll admit- his face is pretty easy on the eyes. He also has curly hair but not as wild as his half-brothers, and I felt like a giggling little girl as he kisses my hand. My cheeks redden as I blush, his eyes glancing towards mine as he still holds my hand.

"Robb Stark, and what must your name be?" He asks, and I am aware my hand is still in his.

"Marienne Fortitudo." I clap in my head as I manage to say my name without a stutter, this boy has truly done something to me.