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A.N.: I am back! lol i am sorry for the long update but i am back and here to update more! Everyone who has reviewed/alerted/favorite/read my story thank you so much and I hope you continue to do so! It makes me so happy reading reviews! The story is finally starting to pick up a bit more and you get a deeper feel for Ella's character. She may be a little cryptic now but everything will unravel soon! :)

"So you and Donella are in love?" Jon Snow proclaimed raising an eyebrow at his brother Robb. A smile threaten to break out, when he saw his brother's cheek turn slightly pink and he nods his head.

"Pay up Greyjoy! I believe, I betted fifteen coins that those two would be proclaiming devotion for one another by the end of the month" Jon turned to Theon, who was showing a sour face as he threw the coins in his lap.

"Wait. What…YOU TWO WERE BETTING ON ME AND ELLA?" shouted Robb at his two friends who simply shrugged as if they didn't do anything wrong.

"It was obvious you two are besotted with each other," Jon began to explain "even when you two were little"

"I personally thought you were trying to get your cock up her royal skirts! She has a foul mouth on her and big lion's eyes but she has some great teats and I bet her cunt is still–HMPH" Robb tackled Theon to the ground where they started to wrestling all over. Jon simply rolled his eyes at the two not wanting to get in the middle of them. He was happy for his brother but couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. His brothers and sisters were always there for him but he still felt like an outcast in his own home.

Bran felt the pressure of everybody's stares as he tried to pull the arrow back with his bow, on his side was a small audience that consisted of his two elder brothers, Theon and the princess Donella. It was supposed to be a simple practice but somehow turned to be a showcase of how well could he shoot. He tried to calm himself down as he drew the bow again trying to cast away the words of Jon saying that his mother and father were watching him. He raised his bow to aim at the target trying calm his nerves as he let the arrow go. He missed the target horribly which caused all his brother to burst into hearty chuckles, but what made Bran's ear go red is that he heard the light giggles of the Princess Donella mingle with the others, who was right beside his elder brothers.

"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" his father demanded out of his children with Lady Catelyn on his arm "Keep practicing Bran."

Bran took a deep breath and nodded to himself. He started to take his stance when he heard his brothers, Jon voice murmur "Don't think too much Bran,"

"Relax your bow arm." Robb's voice came next and tried to will his arm to do as his brother said.

"You are doing well Bran, just be one with bow" Princess Donella chimed in.

Donella was surveying the scene as Robb gently slung an arm around her waist bringing a small smile to her lips that only grew when her eyes caught the ones of Arya who gave her a big grin in return. Donella knew right away what the young stark girl was planning and threw a wink to her before she turned her body to face the target; simply knowing what was going to happen. Sure enough to everyone's amusement an arrow flew past Bran to hit the bull's-eye on the target. Everyone head snapped to Arya who gave a saucy smile as she curtsied. Donella clapped and cheered for Arya as Bran ran after his elder sister who stole the spotlight effortlessly. Everyone soon parted to the daily rituals only to unite under foul news. A deserter from the wall was captured and it was Lord Stark's duty to execute the man, but little did they know the wild spirited princess had her own agenda.

"Father I was wishing to speak to you about a very important matter" Robb nervously approached his father, as much as he loved the excitement of stolen kisses he wanted to openly show his feelings for his Ella (and partly claim her in front of everyone)

"Now may not be the best time for that son" Ned told his son referring to the grim action his father had to perform.

"I want to ask the King for Ell-Princess Donella's hand in marriage" Robb blurted out not even hearing his father's words.

"Son," beamed Ned "I am truly overjoyed of you and the princess's affections for each other and if you want we shall talk further on your proposal to the King for his daughter's hand when we come back. But now your head as the future Lord of Winterfell should be in the execution."

Robb nodded at his father's words and put on his heir of Winterfell face on but was overjoyed at his father's reaction to his proposal. He met Jon and Bran (who looked like the definition of being nervous) at their respected horses and already mounted only to see Princess Donella conversing to Jory Cassel, captain to his father's guards.

"That lass is plain mad coming with us, what is she trying to prove?" questioned Theon to the Stark boys. "Doesn't she understand she is women, not a man?"

Robb felt his stomach drop, why in the whole of King's Landing was she there?! He clenched his shaven jaw and went by his father's side, trying to ignore the Baratheon Princess and her presence that had affected all the northern men. Donella sat proud and straight on her beloved horse; ignoring all the looks she received from the northerns. She was determined for them not to see her cower or flinch at the sight of blood for she was one who grew up with it around her. Ella was not blind or a fool she knew she had crimson stained hands from the past, but these men did not. After all she learned from the best how to gut a man and watch their life slowly leave their eyes. She learned from her kin. Her father was the first person to introduce her to a sword and her Kingslayer Uncle taught her how to master it. Robb still felt uneasy with Donella being there, he was a strong believer that a woman should not see the sigh of blood if prevented. But there she stood in his furs on her horse she rode up here with. He noticed her face seemed to change, although she was still beautiful but she had air of distance and…coldness. His father was presented on his horse and made the gesture to the front till the Princess urged her horse in front of his quickly getting off.

"I will take it from here Lord Stark" Donella told Ned, he made a gesture to protest but was quickly shot down by just her face. She had her sword out for everyone to see, Robb moved to say something but stood still as his father put his hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Most people in the northern land were shocked that a princess beheld an execution but they were bewildered to know she would be the executioner!

"In the name of my father, King Robert of the House Baratheon, first of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoyner, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm," she stated clearly making sure everyone heard her "I, Princess Donella of the House Baratheon sentence you to die. May the Gods show mercy on your soul!"

The princess made one swift motion with her blade to the man's neck. Donella stared at the blood pouring from the deserter's body without an inch of emotion.

"Marvelous job my fierce lioness" a well known voice rang in her head causing her to causally look for the man she knew wouldn't be there. The princess silently cursed herself for thinking of that man, all she wanted to do was to free of him and be with her Robb. All the men surrounding the body were silent with grave faces; all of them in shock that a princess let alone a women followed out a death sentence. Bran swallowed deeply at the gloomy sight. He felt little comfort when Jon came to him and told him he did well. How can someone execute someone without a blink of an eye he thought to himself. He turned to face his other brother Robb, who was still watching the princess out of the corner of his eyes. Bran saw something in his brother's eyes he could not explain but knew it was not good. As everyone quickly went back to Winterfell the Stark heir and Baratheon Princess stayed behind.

"You should have let my father follow out his duty!" Robb harshly told Donella, "I do not like seeing you act this way"

"What way?" Donella quickly questioned.

"Just not yourself! Like some type of ice princess!" Robb retorted trying to keep his temper in line. "I don't like it Donella, I felt as if I didn't know you."

"Maybe you don't know me Robb" Donella stated letting her fears creep out of her lips.

"How can you say that? I love you! Do you take me for a fool Donella?!" Robb crudly gritted out.

"I don't understand why you are even making this an issue, I am acting like myself. This is ridiculous! You should just let me be Robb Stark if you "approve" of how I act!" Donella replied back maliciously as she made her way back to Winterfell alone, not wanting to go hunting after the argument her and Robb just got into. She knew her temper was quick and the execution took some of her energy away from her but she was feeling lost at the moment.

What felt like a life time the Stark party finally arrived with several additions…beautiful direwolf pups. Ella couldn't help the grin that spread to her face as she saw the younger stark children's faces light up like the sun. All of a sudden the dire pup sprung from Robb's hands straight into the princess's arms licking her nose and cheeks. Donella giggled as she petted the little wolf, Robb was pleased to see her face returning to her normal self. He felt as if the woman he loved was a stranger when she executed the traitor. For a split second he felt as if he did not know the woman who stood before him, but quickly realized how insane he sounded. He loved Donella, always has and always will even when the Old Gods take him away from her. He hoped they could put this petty fight behind them and move towards their future which he sincerely hoped would be together. Donella gave the gorgeous grey pup in her hands a nuzzle before she shyly went to Robb and gave him back. Arya grabbed the princess hand's, pulling her out the room with her before Robb could open his mouth to even speak.

Ned approached the inky haired princess, paper in hand, she was with his younger daughter playing with their new direwolf. He felt a tad guilty for breaking up their bonding moment but he had a duty to tell Donella what has happened.

"Princess, I must speak to you," Ned told the her but saw that his daughter, Arya was not making an effort to leave "Alone, Arya should you not be with your mother?"

After his daughter stumbled to get back indoors he offered Donella his arm to take a spin around the gardens. Ned not wanting to be around the bush, clearly stated.

"I received a raven for Kings Landing…Jon Arryn is dead."

Donella remembered the old man very well. He always treated her well but was seemed to be in constant deep thought and planning. He was her father's right hand man and second father. She felt remorse for her father, the King and then she realized what exactly did this mean.

"My condolences to you milord, I know how close you two were" Donella replied with remorse in her voice " Shall I inquire when my father will be here?"

"How did you know he was coming?" Ned questioned.

"I know my father and the only man he trusts that is alive is standing right next to me, you are a smart man Ned, you know why he beckons" the princess proclaimed.

"Yes, I do have a feeling why he would make the journey. He is even going to the trouble of bringing everyone plus there families with him." Ned Replied honestly.

"Everyone?!" Donella asked puzzled "Even my mother?"

"He writes that it shall be the whole court joining us…"

Donella began to tune out Lord Stark as soon as he mentioned the whole court would be in Winterfell in little time. A handsome face popped in her head but the face was turned sour when an evil glint shined in his beautiful eyes and his soft lips curled into a predator's smirk. It amazed her that she felt like she could never escape him no matter how hard she tried; it almost made her question her views of fate and mere coincidences with this man. Robb watched the princess leave the Godwoods and his lord father, he really needed to talk to her. Donella was breathtaking without even trying he thought as he gazed at her wild curls down to the waist and golden pink gown clinging to her silolte . Just seeing her made Robb's heart beat and his body turn hot as fire. As she made his way closer to him (without her realizing) for he was hidden by the shadows, he grabbed her arm making her twirl over to face him.

"Bloody Old Gods! You gave me a fright Robb, is this your new past time lurking in shadows?" Ella claimed a ghost of a smile on her lips looking at the young wolf blush.

"No!" Protested Robb loudly, "I mean I just wanted to talk to you alone about ..Err what happened earlier today"

"I didn't do anything wrong R-" Donella began

"I don't want to fight anymore!" blurted Robb at her "I apologize for acting the way I did "

" You don't have anything to apologize for Robb, I admit I have a bit of a temper and my stubborn behavior just spoiled the day." Donella confessed

"A bit of a temper you say?" Robb teased as he kissed the lady who held his heart. After the long elaborate "make up" kisses they laid on each other Robb took her hand under his arm and led her to a beautiful area. The secluded place was a mix of fresh green, burnt red and oranges with blue roses around. He carefully watched the expression on her face as her eyes began to sparkle.

"Why this is the exact place you first kissed me on your fifteenth names day!" Ella proclaimed with passion.

"Um yes it is …I am glad you remember, I feared you would not" Robb hesitantly admitted

"Silly wolf, a woman always remembers her first kiss and if my memory is well we argued that night" Donella teased her wolf heir.

"I don't recall that but whatever it was about I am positive it was your fault!" laughed Robb amazed how the woman in front of him could make him feel both relaxed and nervous at the same time.

"Why you little snake of a –" Ella began

"As you know your father is on his way here, I plan to ask him for your hand when he arrives but I still wish to ask you ….Will you marry me?" Robb proclaimed hiding his nerves very well from the princess.

Ella froze…she believed she must have misheard him, perhaps she is going mad! But as she looked at Robb's hopeful face pleading for her to just say yes she felt her eyes begin to water. A rush of emotions and images past including a pair of emerald eyes with a dark promise to them and the vicious words "You are mine little lioness!". This was it…her chance of escape, of freedom, of a life filled with love and happiness with her Robb. Screw the Lannisters she firstly was a Baratheon and when she married the love of her life she would be a Stark making her a Lannister last! She could escape the South and their politics and be happy with her Robb. She knew it in her bones she could be happy here in the North with Robb and his family…and hopefully they will be able to add their own children to the mix.

"Yes! Oh Robb Yes!" Ella shouted knocking him over to the ground kissing him anywhere and everywhere.

Donella was not worried about her father giving his permission to Robb; he had heavily hinted in the past that their union would be very much welcomed. The worry lied with her mother; she loathed the North and their people. Deep in her heart she knew it would be the Lions that would try to separate her from her beloved, but she dared them to try for they would taste her fury.

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