You're a princess, the eldest daughter of King Robert Baratheon and the Queen Cersei Lannister. Your family, the King, Queen, and your three siblings - Joffrey, Tommen and Mycrella, had arrived at Winterfell three weeks ago after the death of Lord Arryn.

Since then, you'd grown close with the Stark children. Closer than you were with your own family. You were best friends with the young Lady Sansa Stark, with of whom you had many things in common with.

You had also grown close with the two boys. Robb Stwrk, the heir of Winterfell, who was seventeen. Robb had chocolate brown hair and was kind and mature. From what Sansa had told you, all the girls in Winterfell liked Robb, and Robb seemed to have taken an interest in you.

And then there was Jon Snow. Sixteen year old Jon Snow, whose raven curly hair fell all over his face. Jon was awkward around everyone, stubborn, always frowning, irritable and smart-mouthed. Jon, unlike his older brother Robb, was Ned Stark's bastard, and was constantly ridiculed for it; but Jon was kind when he wanted to be.

Robb and Jon were both in the stables of Winterfell. Competing. The two brothers were always competitive with each other, and always had bets - this time, they'd bet on who was the best at sword fighting. The metal of the swords were clanging throughout the stable.

Both of their swords go flying in the air when the two brothers strike too hard. "Fuck!" Shouts Robb, but Jon merely groans, running his hands through his hair. They'd been doing it to impress you, though they'd never say it out loud.