EDIT- FUCK, I uploaded the wrong file, blame the heavy metal, not the alcohol. Regardless, here's the real update.

Nothing clever, just felt like you'd like an update even though it lacks Tyrion, although no chance I can gum that up next chapter. Regardless, I hope you all like it!

Sansa was performing her needlework with Septa Mordane, as was to be expected of her, when she glanced to her little sister who was grumbling to herself in irritation. Shooting the younger girl a knowing smile their eyes met and Arya froze mid motion upon seeing Sansa's newly mischievous glint. In the past, only a few scant weeks ago, she would have looked down on Arya with contempt for her disregard for the pursuits of a proper lady, now though?

When Lady Peverell had been brought into the household she had changed everything, Sansa's entire viewpoint had been warped as the beautiful young noble had stood proudly before them grinning like a mad woman. She dressed how she wanted, she wielded a blade that weighed nothing and commanded magiks that had not been seen in generations with an ease that would make many feint.

She was, as Arya later put it, everything they should ever wish to be brought to life, a living Goddess ready to smite those that annoyed her on whim.

At first Sansa had dismissed her, sneered down at her, treated the new arrival like the commoner she supposedly was, and how did Lady Iris respond?

"Stop being a bitch before I bust your teeth in. Seriously what the hell are they teaching you around here? Come on, you look like a sissy so I doubt you could handle yourself in a fight so I'm gonna have to do my best to beat you into shape. You people are seriously lucky I don't have any brass knuckles on me at the moment..."

It had been...an enlightening experience to say the least, and while she still had no real desire to fight, Sansa felt a foreign spark of...Pride? Yes pride, deep in her bosom when she thought about the knives hidden about her body and her knowledge of how to use them. She was only on the cusp of her training yes, but Lady Iris had shown her the steel at her core, and she would always be thankful for that revelation.

These thoughts roiled to the surface as she stared at her little sister who eventually met her gaze evenly, the little brunette locked her eyes to her own and then cocked her head to the side in confirmation. Sansa smirked as she shifted her head slightly towards the door, grinning Arya nodded and as one the two sisters rushed away from their scandalized Septa as their dire wolves barked happily at their heels.

Oh they'd be in trouble for this most certainly, Sansa knew this, but it was worth it. As she sprinted beside her little sister Sansa glanced up at the hall they were passing and saw a pair of glowing violet eyes framed by head of wine red hair, and the young woman's toothy grin was completely unmistakable as she gave Sansa a knowing nod.

If a Goddess agreed with her actions, what did she really have to complain about?

Sansa woke up groggily the next day and met the gaze of Lady Peverell who was grinning down at her without any real malice as she repeatidly tossed a knife in the air casually catching it by its blade.

"Morning my little song bird, the King and his playthings are showing up today, and we must make a good impression yes?"

Sansa grimaced and sat up while nodding slowly, her Lady mother had brought that up the previous evening as she had scolded her for going off and having fun with Arya rather then sitting through the Septa's rather inane lessons.

"Yes, there is a high likelihood my Lord father will be asked to become the Hand of the King, so mother feels I will likely be betrothed to the Prince in turn to seal the partnership."

Iris let out a deep hiss at that earning a shocked stare from Sansa, the young woman's normally emerald green gaze had shifted to violet and Sansa had to resist the urge to whimper as she felt the pure unadulterated rage pour from the older woman.

"Yes...your mother is performing some rather significant misogynistic alchemy at the moment, turning women into objects and all that...regardless, that wasn't my point."

Sansa relaxed as Lady Iris calmed down and her eyes cooled back to their natural green color, "I have set up a tent in the back, you and Arya will meet me and I will apply your makeup and find you a dress that befits your station."

Sansa opened her mouth but stopped in shock as Iris leaned forward and pecked her lips lightly causing her to freeze mid motion, "No complaints, I want you two to look your best. I want you to make the Queen herself feel like a beggar unworthy of her own station, much less being in the presence of true beauty. My gift to you both, my little sisters that never where."

With that Iris twirled her cloak about herself and vanished, the only way Sansa knew she was truly gone was due to the door closing itself. Sighing she left her bed and threw on a simple brown dress, deciding then and there to ignore the flustered feelings Lady Peverell had roiled in her core.

So. Not. Fair.

Arya entered the courtyard and cocked her head in disbelief as she took in the canvas tent resting in its center, glancing to Nymeria she shrugged and walked forward pushing the flap aside and entered only to freeze in shock.

Endless sets of clothes hung on racks as far as the eye could see, dresses, weapons, suits of armor, and everything in between shimmered in the blue lights of the enclosed sconces lining the walls. Lady Iris stepped out and spread her hands wide giggling slightly as she took in Arya's perplexed gaze.

"Welcome to my wardrobe! Look through the dresses, see what you like, and then meet me and your sister in the washroom while I do my best to clean the two of you up!" With that she turned away leaving Arya to her own devices.

Normally, she'd completely ignore the authority figure in question and go exploring, but she seriously respected Iris and her ability to catch annoying things on fire so instead did as instructed. Sifting through the gathered clothes she eventually snagged a silver dress off a hook and stared it in awe.

It was like shimmering moonlight, as if there was an inner glow to it, and even though she hadn't tried it on she knew it was exactly what was needed this evening. Turning to Nymeria she grinned widely which earned a happy doggy grin from the wolf in question.

"What do you think girl, should I take it?" The dire wolf barked in agreement and Arya threw the dress over her shoulder making her way to the bathing room, hearing murmuring she prowled along the edges of the canvass walls and peered into the room and froze in shock.

Sansa and Lady Iris were naked, both in the bath, as Lady iris worked some sort of thick blue gel through Sansa's hair, the young woman in question blushing heavily as this was occuring.

"The thing I really hate about this world, outside of the lack of proper toilets, is the fact that hair care seems to be something of a novelty. You have so many split ends love what are you doing with this beautiful mane of yours?"

Sansa blushed further before shrugging her bare shoulders, "I just use the oils and soaps my Lady mother gives me, I really don't have any other options do I?"

Iris sighed while shaking her head, "Right right, ok, I think that'll do it but I'm going to have to trim your tips, sorry to say. Ok, get dried off and I'll apply your makeup." With that both women rose gracefully from the water, Sansa cocked her head to the side and grinned before leaning in, pressing her body to Iris's and she kissed the older girl chastely before pulling back still smiling.

"Thank you, Lady Peverell," as she walked away to dry and change Iris stood there flabbergasted a few moments before gripping the sides of her head in frustration.

"No, no, no, no, no, no...not happening, not dealing with this, gonna dress them up, meet this fat king, and avoid catching anyone important on fire, so so so not going down the Luna path again. Not. Fucking. Happening." With that she nodded and walked away, leaving Arya in confusion as to what the hell had just happened between the two young noble women.

After Arya had bathed she was pushed into a soft white robe that felt like down feathers and was dropped before a mirror. Iris appeared at her side grinning manically as she pulled a cart to her side carefully selecting brushes before grabbing a jar of...paint? What was this stuff?

"Now," Iris began, "I am not nearly as good at this as Lavender but I do have experience, so let us see what it takes to make you, beautiful." Arya had no idea why she did it, but her painful groan seemed highly appropriate as she stared at the older girls reflection while trying to tune out Nymeria's pained whimpering.

Lord Stark was looking about in annoyance as he awaited the arrival of his daughters and Lady Peverell, the King was soon to arrive and Robert wasn't known to be the patient sort, even to family and friends. Seeing a head of red hair appear from the corner of the Great Hall he relaxed then froze as he took in his daughters and his ward.

All three looked like Goddesses, hair pulled into elaborate braids, faces ever so slightly covered in some kind of paint, dresses clinging to their curves that seemed to be spun from the very moonlight itself. Jon, who had his gaze locked directly on Iris grinned widely as he shook his head muttering "So...this is what love feels like...interesting..."

As the trio reached the family proper the girls took their places next to their brothers as Iris stood alone, glaring at Lady Stark Jon gathered his willpower and approached Iris while offering his arm.

"My Lady, may I escort you for this evening?" Iris grinned, and nodded as she pecked his cleanly shaven cheek while pulling him to her side.

"You most certainly may, Lord Snow." The entire time, neither noticed Sansa glaring at her half-brother and the redhead at his side.

Short, but a swift update. What do you guys think? Please review!