"What did we do to deserve weather like this?" Sansa tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and placed the last rock on the corner of the woolen blanket. You dove into the woven basket that you had filled with whatever you could find in the royal kitchens of Winterfell at such short notice.

"The sun shines across what seems like the whole of Westeros on the very day I return from my travels to Dorne." She smiled and spread a few plates over the black and grey-speckled cloth.

"You must have brought the good weather with you; I've only heard how wonderful the climate is down there. Sometimes I wish I lived somewhere like that."

"Too hot." You and she shared a smile as you began laying the boxed food around the plates. "Winterfell has it's share of glory too do not forget; the weather does not make the place... even if we did have to travel a fair distance to find somewhere to lay our stuff down." With little hesitation she began spooning food onto her plate; meats and breads, fruit preserves and delicate little pies soon filled both of your plates. You pulled a bottle of fine wine from the basket, much to Sansa's joy, and carefully placed it onto the cloth.

"The king has his residence there, not all that impressive considering the luxuries other territories have."

"Winterfell has the grandest treasure in all of Winterfell, how could you forget." Her first forkful stopped just short of her mouth and fell back to her plate.

"What? I'm sure if there was treasure in Winterfell, I would be the one to know of it." You gestured her towards you and begged her ear to your mouth.

"You." You whispered into her ear and pushed her cheek into your lips.

"You are right, I suppose." She pulled back and placed her cold lips onto yours. "Any castle that is worthy of housing Sansa Stark must be exceptionally grand." She spoke with a faux entitlement and rose her shimmering flute of wine to the air.

"You sound just like Cersei Lannister." Sansa laughed, the wine sloshed from side to side in her glass.

"Please, I am nowhere near as entitled as that old hag.

"Be careful." You brought the glass to your lips. "The Lannisters may not hold the throne but if anybody heard you talking ill, I doubt I would see you again. Now come, eat. You know I'm away again in the morning."

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Written by Aaron.