Two beautiful babes were in Cersei's arms, they were perfect in everyway and no one could say other wise or she would make them regret it. Looking up she smiled at her Twin fondly; Jamie had busted into the room in a rage and held Cersei as she brought the two children into the world.

Jamie couldn't help but be amazed that his other half had given him not one but two children to call his own; in secret that was. If anyone was to find out that Jamie had fathered these two babes; it would mean death for them all including his children. He needed to hold them; he needed to know they were real, that they were his. Jamie moved so he was holding the small bundle.

Cersei let her brother take the child, he was so good with the babe; he knew just how to hold it and he let the small fingers grasp a strong hold on his shirt; her brother's face was one of a proud father, holding his world in his arms. Jamie looked to his Twin; she had never been so beautiful in all her years as she did now.

She had just given birth and looked almost sickly but that didn't matter, she had just brought his own little miracles into this world and she had done it all on her own. He wanted to hold her, to take her again to show her just how lovely she was; but he would have to wait, and as long as he had a bundle in his arms, he could do that.

"This one is strong and smart; a real fighter, I can feel it." Jamie smiled at the bundle as it moved around trying to cuddle into his warmth, while enjoying the deep mumbles of the male voice. Cersei smiled rather devilishly at her brother.

"You know that one is Jennette; the girl." Jamie's brows frowned playfully, that didn't change anything in Jamie's eyes; this was a full Lannister child, his child and that meant she was worth more than all the gold in the world, as fine a gem as her mother.

"And what good are boys? All we do is beat each other with pointy sticks." Cersei couldn't stop the pride that rolled off her in waves. Jamie loved their children; he loved their perfect baby girl to spoil as he had spoiled her. That meant Joffrey was Cersei's own little Jamie to dote on as she pleased. But these two twin's would always have each other; they would be two pieces to a whole and no one would be able to ripe them apart, not like they tried to do with her and Jamie, she would spare her own twin's that pain.

Jamie held his daughter for as long as he could, until she was crying for her mother breast and then he watched her suckle away; he enjoyed watching Cersei feed their young. Her body was every bit that of a goddess to him. The body that had given him love, pleasure, his children life, and that was now sustaining their life. The day he stopped loving her was the day that he was placed in the crypt at Casterly Rock but even then in death they would be together, their bones next to one another for the rest of time.

"Jamie, what if we lose them?" Cersei said as she drifted in and out of sleep, it was her fear the whole pregnancy; losing their children to the only thing she couldn't save them from; death. Her first born; her black bird was dead before she had even gotten a chance to show him how to much he meant to her. She loved him so and he slipped away so silently but had left behind a loud crowd of cries.

"He died because the world knew Robert wasn't worthy of being your fathers child. Robert's weakness brought your child his death." Jamie looked down and petted his son's soft cheeks, his son and daughter were both cooing softly in there sleep to one another. "These are children of Lannister blood, they won't slip away. Especially while they have each other, like you have me." Cersei's smiled was weak but filled with love; her eyes slowly closed.

"And you have me." Jamie watched his sister slipped into her much needed sleep, while he stood guard over his pride; like the lion he was.

Jennette and Joffrey had grown so much, and were even starting to learn their feet and words. Joffrey was ahead in both counts but Cersei blamed that on Jamie who always had their daughter crying 'papa' and carried their little pink cub everywhere. Jamie had made the girl wear pink everyday of her life; Robert had made the twins wear yellow for his brother Stannis' stay once and Jamie poured wine on the girl just to change her.

Red was his families color; his color but it was too harsh for his sweet daughter no matter how fiery a lioness she was to become she was his sweet girl and pink suited her. Joffrey was the boy in red, he was going to show their enemies no mercy and protect the Pride when it was his turn.

Even now the two toddler twins were close, they couldn't sleep or eat without the other; they refused to and if they couldn't see each other for a set of time they would let out loud cries till they saw each other once more. Cersei was very pleased about this, she wanted them to have what her and Jamie had, that unbreakable bond that made life worth living.

At the moment the two twins were in King Robert's chambers, he watched the two blonde children giggle and play with their toys, while he drank. He didn't seem happy or mad just seemed to sit there watching them while making Jamie stand there, not able to be near his young.

Jamie couldn't understand why out of nowhere the King had taken an interested in what were supposed to be his own children. He was a man past his prime now not in age but in skills; he couldn't pick up his war hammer even if his life depended on it; and he didn't care about anything but becoming more obsolete.

Jennette used a chair near by and started to stand on her chubby little legs, trying to get a better view of what was going on. Her eyes looked around in an innocent curiosity. When she saw Robert she giggled like she always did when she met someone new; far friendlier then Joffrey was when it came to meting new people.

Robert smiled at the little girl, she was noticing him all on her own and that made him feel proud; in his mind he thought the girl just naturally knew who he was but Jamie knew better; she was just being sweet. Robert finally stood up and walked over to the girl lifting her into his arms. Jamie had to stop himself from rushing forward and beating the man who held his young.

Jennette looked wide eyed at the new man in front of her, her young self was shocked at all the hair on his face; a new thing for her unknowledgeable eyes. Her small hands grabbed at it and started to pull on it which made Robert chuckle.

When he laughed her eyes got even wider in shock; that wasn't a nice sound to her ears, she was use to her sweet fathers voice vibrating thru her as he held her, not this deepness that left her scared. Robert couldn't help but let out a booming laughter then which lead to a scared Jennette.

Jamie had been watching the whole thing hands clenched, he knew his cub was in distress but if he stepped out of line it would be worse then her few moments of pain. But when he saw the way Joffrey was getting upset, his face red and his small hands in fist he also could tell there was going to be more than one problem; Joffrey hated new people, and even thou Jennette loved them; Joffrey hated when someone he didn't know held his sister.

Once his booming laugh was done, Jennette whole face held a deep frown and her eyes started to water; she was scared of this new man who was so unlike anyone she knew. "Papa!" This made Robert's whole face light up even thou the child's face was twisted into a horrified mess; Jamie couldn't believe this fool thought she was calling him by Jamie's title.

But soon the tables were turned and his pink girl was reaching out for Jamie, tears rolling down her face. "Papa!" She cried again this time, Robert's face twisted into one of rage he placed the child down and stomped back to his desk taking a large gulp of wine while Jennette held her arms out for her true father to pick her up; tears rolling down her face.

Joffrey mimicked his sister without tears, not really understanding what was going on but if Jennette was going someone then he wanted to go there too. Jamie stood watching Robert; this was one of the sweetest moments in all of Jamie's life, all that whoring and bashing of his sister was finally coming and hitting the fat king hard. Who he believed to be his children didn't even see him as their father.

"Wipe that stupid look off your face, KingSlayer! Get these little ingrates out of here! I'm a king not a wet nurse." Jamie did as he was told; his smirk was one of self-satisfaction. His little girl stopped her waling as soon as Jamie picked her up, this made Robert face hold a sneer; not at the child but at Jamie, what had Jamie and Cersei been teaching his young.

On his way out he picked up his other cub that grabbed his sisters hand behind Jamie's neck like they always did when someone held them both. He walked down the halls bowing his head to whoever may come; anyone could tell the man was glowing.

Once at his sisters side in the courtyard he saw she was specking with LittleFinger. Her back was to him and she looked back when the lord had taken notice of her young coming their way. She was beautiful as her golden locks lose down her back her dress red and gold as always, just like the Lannister lady she was.

"Brother, you have returned quickly." She had planned on the King keeping the children a little longer he had demanded them for the whole day, much to both her and most of the Ladies at Courts dismay; how the prince and princess were loved for the cute and sweet ways. Cersei petted her daughter's soft hair that had small curls in it. She was going to have the most beautiful hair, and Cersei would never cut her sweet little mane.

"The King had business." That was a vague answer but given Jamie was a warrior and not the politician like the rest of the family, it wasn't shocking. But he was a lord so he should have been better mannered than that. LittleFinger did say anything on his bad manners but did question on what the King was doing. Jamie just gave a un amused look. "How should I know? I am not the King." Sensing the stress and not wanting to push anymore he left with a bow to the queen who gave him her half smile that was for formality.

"What happen?" Cersei's hand moved down to the little girl's cheek, they were slightly puffy and red still from what Cersei knew was crying. It could have been as simple as Robert couldn't handle a few cries from a babe, but Jamie's face told her their was more to this story.

Jamie passed the boy to his mother and held his princess; after how proud she had just made him he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon. The twin's were next to each other on their parents Hips; baby communicating to one another. The were so like Cersei and himself that he knew they would be close; not to say as close as they were but close all the same.

"Jenn needs to learn to call me Uncle soon." He knew it would be to strange to explain the story in the open, only behind closed doors could they be the family they all longed to be. Sadly the young children didn't understand the need for secrecy, and Joffrey often called for his mother over his father; which made Jennette seem confused.

Hearing this Cersei understood what Jamie was saying, her sweet lioness to be had called her father by his title and didn't even know who the King was most likely. His rage most likely had upset the child and if not it didn't matter; the King knew something was a wrong and they needed to be carful. Jamie and Her could never be discovered.

But at the same time she longed for her children to know who their real father was; hiding it from them once they were grown had already been decided; allowing them to live the fantasy as babe's was to make them closer to Jamie as they should be. But it seemed they were going to have to break their little girls heart.

All of Cersei's Handmaids were busy at work in the twin's room packing and getting everything ready to leave as soon as possible, the twins were both confused Joffrey's confusion made him angry, why was everyone touching their stuff? It was theirs they had no right to touch any of it? In truth they weren't touching 'their' stuff, just the pink princess's things; but they were set and what was hers was his and his was hers.

Joffrey looked over at his sister who had a frown on her face, where was all their stuff going? We're they in trouble, they had never been in trouble before but Jenn always worried about it more than Joffrey was, he was the leader of the two while Jenn often would be the healer; she would hug him when he got upset and yell at the other children if they got rough with him.

Once Jamie entered the room the children walked over to him their confused looks were enough to make his heart break, if only they knew what was happening, they surely would be more then confused; he could already Joffrey's face red with anger and Jenn's cheek puffy with tears. Slowly Jamie got to his knees and opened his arms, Jenn let go of her brother's hand that she always held mostly out of instinct and hugged her Uncle. Joffrey just keep the scowl on his face, he didn't want anyone to touch him till he knew what was going on. Jamie hugged the pink girl to him being sure not to crush her into his armor.

"Your mother needs to speck with you." He pulled away and Jenn nodded before grabbing Joffrey's hand and her uncle's; creating a chain of lions. The trip to there mothers room was silent as they all had minds racing with what was to come. Jennette thought this was all possible another name-day surprise; they had just had their 6th name-day a week ago. At the big door, Jamie didn't knock and he let the little ones go in before him.

When they saw their mother they both ran to her asking her questions; what is happening? Where are our things? Why are people so upset? Are we in trouble? It was a massive amout of all the thought that were flying into their heads. Cersei just cupped their innocent faces, they saw her face was red and her eye puffy; but not a single tear was on her face.

Cersei honestly didn't know how to explain what was happening, she had made a promise to your children a quite vow that she now had to break! And she hated herself for it, but more than the hate she felt for herself, she felt for the one who was making her break it; Robert Baratheon.

"Jennette is going to Winterfell." All of them looked up to Uncle Jamie, his face held no emotion. "Alone." Cersei was grateful that her twin said what she could not. How was she to explain that the scary man she believed to be her father had sold her to a wolf; all for a love of a dead women.

The Twins were confused, they didn't know where Winterfell was just that it was far away and full of dangers but most of all it was were the wolfs lived; evil wolfs that were hidden as people and who like to snatch up little cubs and eat them. Or so said Uncle Jamie in his frightful bedtime stories; the twins always slept a little closer in their shared been when they heard those stories.

Joffrey was very angry now and pulled his Twin to him, no one was taking his sister there; no wolf would eat her! Cersei's heart swelled with love as she watched her son, the lion protecting his lioness. Their bond was young and still had so much room to grow and she prayed to the gods that the Bond would be strong even thru the distance.

Jennette was scared, what had she done to upset her family? The wolfs would pick her off bit by bit till there was nothing left and she wanted to stay with her brother, uncle, and mother! She was going to be having their little sibling soon and she wanted to help take care of her, she had been looking so forward to it! She started to cry on her brother who glared at their mother.

"They can't have her! She is mine!" Joffrey's shouts made everyone happier, the older two were so proud of Joffrey for protecting her, he should always protect his sister. Cersei would be sure to remind Joffrey of who stole his other half, and that one-day he would have the power to crush them and take back what was his. Cersei smiled and petted her sweet boys hair.

"She is yours, and your Stag father has sold her to the wolfs; don't you ever forget that." Joffrey nodded like he was taking that as his one vow to uphold his whole life. Jennette was so scared now; her scary father who laughed filled a room like an explosion had been going off had given her to the wolfs, but why?

Looking to her mother she wiped her green eyes. "I'll be good if you let me stay! I won't make a sound, I promise." She looked to her Uncle then. "I won't cry anymore at night, I'll never complain again! Just don't make me go!" Her Uncle had soft eyes as he watched her plea for what they all wished, his heart burned in his chest! She wasn't Robert's to give up!

Looked back to her mother her eyes were big with fear seeing that her family wasn't going to stop this horrible thing from happening. "I was the one who broke your vase, I blamed it on the maid because I didn't want you to hate me! Please let me stay!" She ran to her mother who held her close to her chest.

Cersei covered her mouth to stop the sob from breaking thru; her little girl was so worried about simple thing, when all of this was so much bigger than a stupid vase, it didn't matter if she had broken hundred of vases, she would never stop loving her and she would never send her away. Jenne was her perfect pink girl who could always bring sunshine into a room; she was her sun. "Please don't hate me."

Cersei pulled her child to look her in the eye, her nerves were frantic and her emostions running wild. How could she ever hate the fruits of her womb? It was simply; she didn't, she would give her children everything and anything with her grasp! They would have the world by the time she was done and no one would rip them apart again: The lion was at the top of the Food Chain now and she was never going back down again.

"Listen to me" The little girl whipped her tears with the help of her mother. "I will always love you my sweet sunshine girl. But you have to remember us, our family. Never forget our love for you. And never trust the wolves!" Jennette nodded before hugging her mother with all her small might.

"I won't forget, you or Joff or Uncle or Grandpa."

"And?" Cersei stared down at her daughter as she listen of her only true family.

"I'll never trust a wolf" The girls mother nodded in a approval to her before letting Joffrey say his goodbye; filled with tears and screams as Jamie ripped them apart taking her to the carriage to be taken to Winterfell; at least she would have Jamie for a short time, he would scare those Stark's and let them know the punishment for harm to their cubs.

Jennette, Septa Mara and a named Leila were all playing in the carriage small games to make the time go by before they would be in Winterfell; no one had yet told the young girl that she was going to the north because her King Father had betrothed her to Eddard Starks oldest son; Robb Stark.

Everyone seemed kin on letting the princess and little lord grow into a friendship and a way of peace before telling them the truth or at least with Jennette that was how everyone treated it.

No one knew what Lord Stark would do or say but Jamie was sure he was going to set him straight; their true intentions on this matter were simply, they were going to get the princess out of this arrangement. Hopefully before she was any the wiser and it would just be a simply bump on the much larger road.

The journey was almost to an end, they were entering Winterfell now, it had taken only three weeks given the fact that they only traveled with the princess and not the whole royal family.

Also the princess was good about traveling; napping when it dark out so if Jamie felt like pushing on; he did. The sooner his cub was off the Kings road the soon she was safe. But now that they were here he wished he had taken more stays, he would have to hand his daughter over to another man. That left a bitter taste in his mouth; Ned Stark the Great War hero was going to raise a proper princess? They were better off letting her live among the common folk.

Once at the front of the Stark household he could help but hate all of them, Ned looked serious and cold; the princess might even scream when she saw how grim the man looked. Lady Stark looked lovely for her age, if you cared for the homely type; Jamie hopped that Lady Stark would spend the most time with Jennette, that way at least someone of the south was handling her.

Robb, named in honor of the King was more of a image of his mother then his father, wavy dark red locks, bright blue eyes but this face held a small scowl like his father. It would seem someone was trying to be a mini me; that fueled Jamie's need to get Jennette out of this place even more. She would not be marrying the mini Eddard Stark!

Sighing Jamie walked to the Carriage box and opened the door the ladies were straightening out her hair and dress, but she looked so pitiful; eyes wide in fear, chest heaving to get each breath and she was shacking from the cold; his poor cub, her small lean frame wasn't meant for his cold; she belonged in the sun splashing in the waters or laying in the sun her golden hair absorbing the suns light.

Quickly Jamie stepped into the carriage pushing the women out closing the door; this wasn't how things were done and the Lord of Winterfell could be insulted for all he cared. She was supposed to be a lioness and he would not send her to the wolves shaking. He quickly pulled the princesses fox lined cloak around her, and looked her in the eye.

"You remember what we practiced?" The little girl nodded, she and Jamie while staying at an Inn had practiced how she would be received and how she should receive them. He smiled down at her, Jenn looked so like her mother but also so like him. She was brave like Jamie; she yelled at those who would hurt Joffrey, no matter the person. Her small pink dress was the one he had given her for name-day and he couldn't help but run his fingers into the soft maternal; he would have gotten something thicker if he knew she was going to be stuck here.

"Are you ready?" The little girl nodded again letting her hands fall to her sides and raising her head high. He could tell she was still scared but she held face as best as someone her age could, and he felt his heart beat warm his body. Stepping out everyone stopped gossiping and stood straight again.

Once Jamie had felt that everyone was settled he held his hand out for the princess to take. When he little hand held his it was done so quickly, she didn't like feeling alone and being apart from everyone but Jamie did that to her; feel alone. But Mother had said to never let the Stark's she her cry. So no matter how lonely she was, she was never going to cry.

Jamie let go of her hand and she had to take a deep breath before walking up to Lord Stark; he looked so scary, not like her father who seemed like a mindless monster there to reek havoc, but scary like he watch you and move quickly to take you down and not show a bit of remorse; like a wolf.

Jenn's face fell and everyone could tell she was scared, in Jenn's mind Lord Stark was one of the monster men in Jamie's story where they could change from man to wolf and would eat little child and innocent women.

Kneeling down into the hard ground Lord Stark looked at the girl, she was scared but being so far away from home no one expected her to be anything but scared. He bowed his head. "My Princess." He looked her in the eye again. "It is a pleaser to have you here." Slowly the princess looked to her Uncle, who only gave a nod for her to continue.

"T-thank you for having me here, Lord S-stark." Jamie wasn't happy that she had stuttered but he wouldn't comment on it when he saw her next. As he watched her

curtsy he wanted to smile but held it in, she was acting the lady well enough and she was just to precious.

Lord Stark stood and looked to his wife who had an adoring look on her face as she watched the blonde princess, she was the perfect picture of a princess; blonde, cute, and wrapped in a pretty pink bow. Lady Stark couldn't help but think her grandchildren were going to be just beautiful.

Lady Stark curtsied while holding a red haired babe; Jennette couldn't keep her eyes off Lord Stark for long, he could turn and eat her at any moment in her mind.

"I am Lady Stark, It is a joy to met you, Princess." Lady Stark bended at the knee's to show the Princess the small bundle in her arms. "This is Sansa, she is our daughter. I think She would like if you spent time with her, not many girls around these parts." Lady Stark was sweet and kind very motherly; it made her feel very comfortable, and the princess decided that Lady Stark was nice, she was from the south or so your Septa had said, so she had to be nice.

"I didn't play with many girls in Kings Landing." The princess touched the babe's foot; her mom would have a babe soon too. She held a frown then, she played with Joffrey and he didn't like playing with even the Lords other children but Sansa was small maybe he would be okay with it; Joffrey would have our baby brother or sister soon to play with it was only fair she had someone to play with too, but if he wasn't okay with it then she would play with anyone. "Joffrey doesn't like when I play with others, so I'd have to ask him first."

Lady Stark was slightly shocked by the little girl's words and looked up to her husband who in turn looked to Jamie for any help he might wish to offer. Jamie just looked back at them with a cocky, satisfied smirk on his face. If they wanted to split up the twins then they would have to face all the problems that would come with it. Perhaps she would become to much for the Stark and be sent home, Jamie knew that was to clean cut but with more pressure from other sources, who know it might work.

Standing Lady Stark gave an okay, turning she went to see the last member of the Stark family. Robb named in honor of her father. Did that mean he was going to be like her father? She hopped not, her father scared her and if she had to hide from both Lord Stark and Robb then she was just going to run away! She looked back at her Uncle who gave her look that told her she shouldn't have, She looked at the boy again; she wanted to go home.

Once in front of him they looked at one another for a good amount of time. Robb was just shocked at how girly she looked, pink and bubbly nothing like the girls from the North. This was to be his bride, he hated the idea; why did he have to marry anyway, fighting battles with Jon at his side was all Robb wanted to do with his life. He wanted to be just like his Father; a great warrior. Girls were stupid and weird.

Finally Lord Stark placed a hand on his son back when he saw that the 8 name-days he had been training him to be a Lord didn't seem to be clicking at the moment, he wasn't disappointed but he wasn't pleased, they would have to work on this. The hand on his back snapped him out of this thoughts he bowed but said nothing.

The pink Princess did her formality before walking back to her Uncle, she held her arms up like she always did when she wanted to be picked up, but Jamie held a hand out as if to say no. The little girl looked crushed; Jamie would make it up to her some how.

"Go with Lady Stark, I must speck with Lord Stark." The Lady held a hand out for the girl to take, and she did but kept giving her Uncle sad looks as she walked away. She wanted to be with her Uncle; her Uncle protected her and loved her, lady Stark was nice but she wasn't family! The creeping feeling that they hated her came back, and she looked down at her shoes in the mud again.

Once in Sansa's room the Queen watched the little girl as she sat in a chair she looked around the room, it was nice enough; everything here seemed to be shades of blue, even the light from the sun that came into the window seemed blue where at Kings Landing it was yellow and bright. This place was cold.

But to the Queen she saw a scared little girl; she knew what it was like coming to a new place but she had been lucky she hadn't been ripped from her families arms so close to the beginning of her life. Cat had begged Ned to reject the order for the princess coming to live with them at only 6 name-days. It wasn't fair to either mother.

Lady Stark knew she would have to mother the girl in some ways, and she didn't recreant that but she did recreant not being ask. And The Queen must have felt a hole in her chest, if someone had told her Robb was being taken away; she would have balled her eye out. Robb was her little Knight, he protected her and when her and Ned would fight would always bring a smile to her face. In fact if things were different she may have lost Robb to Kings Landing, she not felt extremely lucky. It wasn't often that boys left their homes for marriages but if there was ever going to be one it would be for a princess.

"Princess, what is on your mind?" the little girl sighed had Lady Stark pushed some of her soft curls out of her face. "Of Joff, sorry The Prince; I'm worried for him. This is the longest we have ever been apart." She looked so lost. "Once Uncle Jamie leaves I'll have to sleep by myself for the first time. It scars me… What happens if a wolf gets me? Then Joff will be truly all alone!"

This seemed to bring true distress to the princess, and Lady Stark couldn't help but laugh. Knelling done and putting a comforting hand on the girl. A wolf coming and getting her in the night was highly unlikely, but she also remembered her of Robb after finding out that wolfs had moved close to the walls of Winterfell his nightmare left him crying for his father, he was no older than the princess at that time.

"There are no wolfs in side the walls of Winterfell or within our woods. Ned went out and checked himself." The princess paled at the mention of Lord Stark. The hand that had been resting on the princess lap was now in her hand. She had to tell Lady Stark what her husband was. If she got hurt because the princess didn't say anything she would never forgive herself.

"Lady Stark." The princess looked her in the eye, the princess was so serious borderline looking grim. "My uncle told me a story about these men who weren't really men, they would use their appearance to trap small children and beautiful women! Then they would show their true form, they would become wolves and eat everyone!" The little girl flung up and made Lady Stark go wide eye, it seemed that her Uncle Jamie had been telling her old wives tales.

"But Lady Stark… I think Lord Stark is one of these wolfs!" That was when the door busted open it seemed someone was peeking and listening to them without them knowing, their stood Robb pointing a wooden sword at the pink girl who screamed as soon as she noticed what was happening.

"How dare you say that about my father! Your host! How would you feel if I called your father a man-eating beast with horns on his head and fur where hair should be and had fangs the size of swords." Robb shouted at the girl his face red in anger; Lady Stark was a pawed at her sons behavior. How could he speak that way to a Lady and of the King her father no less! Then to raise his weapon even if it was fake, on top of how he acted this morning freezing up; the princess much of thought Robb an animal.

That was how Lord Stark and Jamie found everyone, he put the sword down his fathers stern face was all he saw as Jamie went to his secret daughter he checked her over. "Did he hit you? We can have him killed if he hit you." He wasn't joking if Jamie felt he had abused her it was within his right as her guard and a lord to murder the boy. And Jamie knew she was a good girl and wouldn't lie but he hoped she would if that mean he could kill the reason she had been sent here and take her back home.

Lord Stark knew that but he still couldn't believe Jamie had suggested a thing, they were children, he might have been in the wrong have him; flogged, beaten, a hand removed, but to kill him! That was just dishonorable!

For the first time since Robb had been told that the princess was coming he felt the gravity of her presence, if she lied right now he would be dead; his life could be over in a mere second, her uncle could turn and with a single swing everything he ever knew would be over. Robb couldn't see the girl from where her Uncle stood. But he was nervous; his life was in her hands.

The little princess smiled and pushed her Uncle shoulder so she could see Robb but he didn't move. "Uuuuncle" She cried and he finally moved. "Robb explain my father again!" She had a huge smile on her face and was rather happy.

Robb blushed, he really shouldn't have said that about the king. He was his father's friend and one day he might have to serve him as Lord of Winterfell; and how he acted was so un lordly that he was sure he was going to be punished even if he managed to live. But everyone was looking at him waiting; if he lied his mother and the princess would know and that would get him in trouble but telling the truth could get him just as dead. But the princess waited eagerly.

"I said he… he was a beast." He looked down ashamed of his own words. But the princess urged him on. "That he had horns, fur instead of hair, and fangs the size of swords." Jennette clapped when he was done and turned to her Uncle smiling who was also smiling at the amusing resemblance to how she would always draw her fat father.

"I agree! She stood down, father dose have fur that grows out of his face! And he wears the sillies crown that made his head look fat and when he eats its so messy it's like watching a animal!" She was giggly and she felt like she was at home with Joffrey for a moment. Her Uncle thought he should put a stop to it before she said anything more. But all things were true.

He lifted his sweet bundle of pink shaking his head. It had been a long journey and it would be a longer one back; he had to stop and see his father before head back to his love. "Lady Stark, have our meals sent to the princess room and Ned;" The Lords looked at one another, a silent war was between them. "Get your pup in check; you know what we do to mad dogs."