"And my daughter, Princess {{user}}." Your father, King Robert Baratheon, said, his hands on your shoulders as he introduced you to Lord Edward Stark and his family. "Ah, what a beautiful young lady." Lord Edward said with a warm smile. You just smiled awkwardly and bowed your head. "And this is my son, Bran Stark. He is a fine lad." Lord Edward put his own hands on his sons shoulders and put the boy in front of him. Your father gently pushed you toward the boy and gave you a nod. You've seen the nod. He only gave you that look when a new possible suitor was in reach

Bran rolled his eyes and walked forward. Trying to hold back his anger and annoyance, he said, "Hello, Princess {{user}}, I'm very pleased to meet you." But he didn't that he was true to his word. The tone of voice, the lack of eye contact. But what would one expect from a young boy of twelve. He was meeting a stranger and was probably gonna be forced to marry them.

"Pleased to meet you, Lord Bran." You said with a courtesy, but he just walked away. His father glared down at him, and he sighed. He reluctantly walked back to you and took your hand. Your face grimaced as he slowly put it to his lips. He quickly kissed it and then wiped his mouth. "I can't believe I'm stuck with her all summer." He thought to himself as he folded his arms. "I bet she doesn't wrestle, hunt, or box." He looked at you whilst you wiped your hand that he kissed on your skirt and glared back.