Two children run to the tallest tower in Winterfell, one boy, one girl. The girl has hair as white as winter, grey eyes, and dark skin. The boy is pale with light long brown hair and light brown eyes. His body is fit for a girl but he is a boy.
"Are you sure you want to do this. We could always wait until they get here." The girl reasons.
"Yes, I won't fall. I'll climb the tower and see if the king is here then I'll climb down." The boy told her. "Plus Sansa will be happy if the prince is close."
"I will never under stand why she is so obsessed with him." The girl sighs. "Okay, you can climb."
The boy smiles at the girl and she returns it. The boy start to climb, the girl watches biting her lip. The boy reaches till the point he can see the horizon, he can also see specks of red and gold slowly getting closer to them, the king is here at last. The boy starts to climb down as he reaches the bottom hands grab him.
"So you were bored with lessons and decides to climb the tallest tower. To what?" The boy's mother asked.
"To see if the king is close." The boy mumbles. He then looks up and smiles. "He is close he should be here soon."
The boy's mother smiles softly and nods. "Okay, Bran, Flair. Bran go tell your father that king is close. Flair go gather the children."
Both the girl, Flair, and the boy, Bran, nod and run to tell and gather.
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Catelyn, Robb, Jon, Bran and Flair are here, as are SANSA,traditionally beautiful, ARYA, a tomboy; and their little brother RICKON. Ser Jaime rides through the gate and into the courtyard.
"Is that the king?" Bran asks Jon.
"That's Jaime Lannister The Kingslayer." Jon whispered
Bran can't take his eyes off the man. He's heard the stories. Tyrion Lannister rides behind his brother Jaime, studying the castle and its occupants, missing nothing. Beside him is the prince, Joffrey. Both Flair and Bran look and one another. They now understand why their sister was so obsessed with the prince. He is quite handsome. They however are not the only one who noticed beauty. The prince could not take his eyes off the two with their hands clsaped into one another. He knew that one was a boy but he did not care; he wants them both.
A huge man approaches, flanked by knights in snow-white cloaks. A black beard covers his double chin, but nothing can hide the belly that threatens to burst his doublet's buttons. This is KING ROBERT BARATHEON. He vaults from his war horse and gives Ned an imperious once-over.
"You've gotten fat." The king states. Ned, Bran's father, tries not to smiles but fails, he then hugs the king. You could see he was really pleased to see his old friend.
"Nine years! Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" The king asks.
"Guarding the north for you, your Grace. Winterfell is yours." Ned states.
As the king's party disables, an ornate wheelhouse pulls into their midst. Queen Cersei Lannister emerges with her younger children, Tommen and Myrcella . Ned kneels to kiss her ring; her smile is pure formality. Robert, on the other hand, embraces Catelyn like a long lost sister.
"Where's the imp?" Arya asked.
"Will you shut up!" Sansa almost growled.
"Who have we here?" The king asked. "You must be Robb. My, you're a pretty one. Your name is?" He asked Arya.
"Arya." She answered.
"Oh my. You two are quite bueatful. And your names are?" The king asked.
"I'm Bran." He told him speaking softly.
"And I'm Flair." She says softly speaking as well.
"Well it's nice to meet you." He told. They smiled softly to him.
Robert steps back to Ned.
"Take me down to your crypt. I want to pay my respects." Robert, The king, demands.
"We've been riding since dawn. Surely, the dead will wait." Cersei all but hissed.
Robert gives her a hard look. Cersei stares back at him,uncowed. Finally Robert turns and walks away. After an awkward glance at the Queen, Ned leads Robert toward one of Winterfell's old towers.
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The feast for the king is in its fourth hour. A SINGER plays the harp at one end of the hall but no one can hear him above the roar of the fire, and the din of a hundred conversations.The long wooden tables are covered with steaming platters of roasted meats and baked breads. Banners hang from the stone walls: the dire wolf of Stark; Baratheon's crowned stag; the lion of Lannister.
Ned and Catelyn host King Robert who is already drunk, Queen Cersei, Ser Jaime and Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brothers, and a few other luminaries at a table on a raised platform.The Stark and Baratheon true born children sit at a table directly below the guests of honor.
On the main floor, the SOLDIERS, SQUIRES and other COMMONERS sit on backless benches. Jon Snow sits with them. The young men sitting around Jon are telling the usual stories about fighting and fucking. Jon seems comfortable in their midst, but he's not paying attention to them; he's stealing a glance at his siblings, at their table of honor. Both Flair and Bran smile at him but he does not see because he is drinking to much. He then signals a serving boy for a refill.
"Both Lady Flair and Lady Bran has told me not to refill your cup." The boy states.
"Well if vale your head or job you won't listen to them." Jon growls. The boy with trembling hand pours Jon his whine then leaves. The boy walks up to to the table of honor to Flair and Bran.
"Why did you pour him more." They asked together.
"He told me if valued my life to pour him more, Lady Bran, Lady Flair." The boy says trembling.
"Well I hope the gods value your life just as much--" Bran starts.
"Because if you pour him one more glass we'll set you on fire with your own wine." Flair finish, both as a sickly sweet smile on their faces.
"Yes, Lady Bran, Lady Flair." The boy nods looking a sickly pale then turns and leave.
"I still don't understand why they call me 'Lady', I am not a girl to you right." Bran asks with his eyebrow raised.
"You know why they call you 'Lady', and we both know you love it." Flair states with a smirk.
"I guess that's true." Bran sighs.
"You guess." Flair chuckles.
Robert and Ned toast with tankards full of ale. Ned takes a healthy drink; Robert drinks the whole tankard. A few seats down, Catelyn notices Queen Cersei staring at her drunk husband with plain disgust. A good hostess, Catelyn tries to distract Cersei.
"Your children are quite beautiful,my Queen. They have the gift of The Lannister eyes." Catelyn says out of the blue.
Cersei, a little startled to be addressed, stares at Catelyn With her vaguely bright green eyes.
"I heard a rumor we might share a grandchild someday." Cersei told her.
"I heard the same rumor" Catelyn told her pleased.
This is the end of chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed and stay for more.
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