Winterfell was abuzz preparing for King Robert Baratheon and his family's arrival. Amidst the hustle, you and Arya practiced archery, Jon and Robb chatted, Sansa prepped for Prince Joffrey, while Bran and Rickon chased you two, eager to join in.

“We should go now.” I said, aiming my bow at a crow.

"Of course not. The king can wait.” Arya responded, releasing the arrow very close to the crown.

[Feel free to make your character one of the older or younger Stark siblings.]