"I missed you terribly, the days drag on too long when you're not here." The gorgeous redheaded Sansa Stark hugged her future sister, her skinny arms wound tightly and then releasing.

Victoria didn't let her go to far as she placed both her hands around Sansa's face and cupped her slim cheeks. She could just tell how gorgeous Sansa would be, her skin was pale like the snow that began to drop and hair as bright as the suns flames, she was truly the beauty of the North. The girl was barely coming upon her 13th nameday and already she was the height of Victoria.

The tanned skinned brunette smiled fondly at a girl she considered her sister already, she missed her as well. Sansa was a slight airhead but she meant well, her heart was filled of warmth and promise and someday she would make a beautiful lady.

"Oh my sweet child," Victoria hummed to her, "I missed you as well. Each day I'd wake and think of you and how different you'd appear when I came back and look at you now, a northern beauty. I don't want you to grow any longer, you'll soon be off and married and I want you to stay my young Sansa."

Sansa's cheeks reddened like the leaves of the godswoods and she clasped her hand over her lips. She pulled away and ducked her head at the sentiment, "I wish I could go with you. I can only imagine what the south is like, the culture, the beauty, the sea—"

"—the snakes!" The wild Arya Stark suddenly appeared in the chambers of the Valiente women, she skid into the room like wildfire. Her blue eyes were eccentric as she neared her sister and Victoria, curious doe eyes awaiting a response.

"Arya!" Sansa complained, her lips twisting in anger as she gave her sister a glance. She was a mess, her dark brown hair was knotted and sticking out of its braids, bits of dirt stuck to her cheeks and dirtied hands. "You reek! What have you been doing! Mother will be angry at you!"

Victoria didn't seem to mind as she bent down, not caring that Arya had slightly stepped on her dress and dirtied it. She knelt and looked at the youngest she wolf, pinching her cheeks gently into a smile, "ah the snakes, we Dorne's see them far too often to be afraid. They're like the snow drifting outside."

"Could you bring one next time?" Arya was quick to answer, a few teeth missing as she grinned.

Victoria winked and tapped her nose, "oh my sweetling, it would never survive here. The climate is far too rough for such a creature, it'd be like taking a direwolf into the summer heat."

"Then how about I come with you next time! You can teach me how to handle them!"

"How about we both go! You can teach me how to dance in that way you do and show me all the clothes!"

"Shut up, Sansa, she's taking me because Vic wants to run in the sun not stay inside!"

"Arya, shut up!"

Victoria felt her heart burn at the excitement and intensity they both desired of her mother land, she missed Dorne already but sadly her father had informed her that she would not be back for a long time. Her arms clasped on a shoulder of each Stark girl, ending their bickering with a stern look between them. They ducked their heads, listening to the future Lady of Winterfell. "I would love to take both of you and show you animals, the snakes, panthers, cheetahs. I would love to spend days rifling through summer dresses and accessories but sadly I will not be returning to Dorne soon."

The Stark girls mouth dropped slightly at the words, Arya being the quickest to recover as she quipped, "why! What did you do! Did you kill someone?"

Sansa smacked her younger sister, earning a glare but neither said anything as Victoria allowed a small chuckle to leave her lips. She needed the laugh as her heart pained when she spoke again, "no girls, I will not be returning because Robb and I will be married soon, I will be the Lady of Winterfell."

"A wedding soon!" Sansa's pale blue eyes intensified with happiness as she applauded and jumped with happiness.

"No Dorne? You can't possibly be serious." Arya's response was less then happy as her shoulder slumped.

Victoria felt a mixture of both their reactions, truthfully she had felt so many emotions when her father had informed her of this that everything had shut down and gone numb. She treasured the last day's in her family castle, run her fingers through the walls and found every hidden crevice she could have found. Her hugs had been tightly wound for her uncle Oberyn, Doran, and cousin Trystane. And her last bask in warmth had been tearful as she'd wish to hug the sun before walking into the carriage. The Valiente Castle would be barren of an heir until her second son had been born.

Arya's disappointment was her first priority because sorrow filled her heart and she needed to care for it, "one day we will all go to Valiente. Perhaps our children will run through the castle walls and enjoy the warmth and bathe in the rivers that run through the land, I promise you this pup." Sansa was pouting the longer she was left without attention and Victoria quickly placed a kiss to the top of Arya's head, earning a grin from the youngest Stark daughter before giving her attention to the red headed beauty. "Yes! My father has said nothing is too small, the wedding will be held here and it will be beautiful. You will help me Sansa, no detail will be left untouched."

Sansa clapped her hands excitingly, "you'll finally be a Stark!"

"Aye, I will." She hummed along and allowed that warmth to cloud her as she clasped the young Arya's hand with her own and led her towards the chair. "Come Arya, let's fix your hair before the men arrive."

"So when do you want to get married." Sansa followed along, sitting atop her soon to be sisters bed.

Victoria shot her a smile as she began to unwind Arya's hair from its braids, she had been just like her when she was younger. In Dorne her father had to even put trousers on her or else she would have ruined all her expensive dresses, of course he allowed this because life in Dorne was much different to the lands of Westoros.

"I was thinking a year from now, winter will surely be present and it can be my official induction into the Stark name. I want to take time, plan accordingly and not rush." Victoria revealed, weaving her fingers through Arya's hair with ease. She loved doing the young ones hair almost as much as her own, it was a craft she enjoyed.

"You're going to make the most beautiful bride." Sansa hummed, practically bouncing.

"That is until you get married," the Dornish women retorted faithfully.

Sansa's cheeks reddened again.

"Will you invite the best to the wedding? All the knights and lords! Will their be tournaments and matches!" Arya of course being all about the action was jumping.

Vic found that she could only laugh and nod her head, "aye and I'll ensure that they all show you a move or two."

"Yes!" Arya pumped the air and attempted her best not to move too much.

Victoria didn't mind, strumming her fingers through the girls hair as Sansa spoke again, "can I help with the sewing of your dress? Mother says I'm getting rather good and I'd love to gift it to you!"

"Of course, my love."

They continued talking, Sansa happy that she'd get the opportunity to design her godsisters wedding dress while Arya plotted the best way to bring a snake to Winterfell as a present. Victoria laughed, multitasking as she listened and finished young Arya's hair. She'd crowned it around her head, hair completely out of the way in one fluent braid. Her maids back in Dorne had taught her this look when she was younger and she once never left her room without it, now she hoped Arya would find it useful.

"All done," she hummed to the young pup and patted her shoulders gently as the girl stood and patted her hair.

"Wow," Arya hummed, running her fingers along it.

"Dornish girls wear their hair this way when we train, they call it a milkmaids braid, I suggest you wear extra fur though otherwise your neck might get cold." Victoria explained just as there was a brief knock to her chambers. "Come in!"

Marcos Trout appeared, he was Victoria's sworn sword and a silent man who only spoke to the brunette of her father. He appeared intimidating to most but Victoria found him to be wise and insightful. The two stark girls stood, the red head blushing slightly as he was handsome despite the armor and scruffy nature he always wore. Trout nodded his head at them all and then said, "apologies Lady Valiente, your father and the Stark men are back and they've brought gifts."

"Gifts?" Victoria found this surprising as Robb had briefly explained they would be executing a man of the nights watch for being a deserted, he made no mention of any other trips.

"Yes," he nodded, eyes flickering to the young Stark girls. "I suggest you all hurry along otherwise the young Stark girls won't get much of a choice."

"Very well Ser Trout," she nodded and they walked forward. He held open the door for them and then shut it, walking behind. The heavy armor clung loudly each time he walked and Victoria slowed her pace to match his own as Arya and Sansa dashed forward. She turned towards her knight, remembering how at only 15 he had pledged to be her knight and now at 22 he still stuck with her wherever they went even though she knew he loved the long summers more then the bitter cold. "How has your day been?"

"Tolerable, my lady" he grunted. "It's difficult to get used too such bitter climate and so much clothing."

"I understand," she answered, her dresses had dimmed to match the colors of the Starks instead of the vivid greens, oranges, and yellowed of her house. Still they weren't fit for weather this harsh. "I can't sleep the first few days, I shiver all night."

"Aye, it is a difficult custom to grow used too." He nodded along.

"Perhaps it's time you find yourself a nice wife to warm your bed or even just a girl to grow fond of." She half joked, she loved her knight like a part of her family which is why she wished him happiness with someone not the life of solitude.

A rare smile appeared on his lips, one he only provided to her in moments like this, "my lady, your father would never forgive me if I abandoned you."

"My father would understand, besides I'll have a husband soon. He will protect me and your lessons on defense will aid." She assured him. Ser Trout had taken it upon himself to teach her to weird a sword and some hand to hand tactics, enough to aid in case of emergencies.

"I could never leave you Victoria," he said her name which was yet another rare occurrence that he only saved for their moments of privacy. She'd pleaded with him since she was a young girl to call her by her name and not the formal response but of course a loyal knight did his best to be respectable, still there was times when it slipped, moments like this. "You mean too much to me."

Victoria rolled her lips into her mouth and decided that silence was her best option now so instead she patted his hand and then turned towards the commotion of the keep.

Indeed the men had brought gifts. Direwolves.

Arya and Sansa were beside their father Ned, arguing over which pup they would get. Rickon and Bran playing with their new pets.

Jon Snow was walking away from the crowd, a pure white wolf in his hands as he stared at it oddly. Victoria walked up to him first, a smile on her lips as the burly haired male had not yet noticed her. Jon was know as the bastard of Winterfell, Ned Stark son with another women. Catelyn Stark did not take fondly of her husbands affair and treated his son accordingly, exiling him from most of the family. Despite the hard affection she felt for Lady Stark Victoria still despised this in the women and made it her mission to include Jon in everything while in Winterfell, the two were quite close and she considered him to be her favorite Stark sibling and best friend.

"Jon, I see you've chosen your child." She giggled, her hand lifting to pet the young wolf. It's Snow White fur was beautiful and soft, the wolf instantly curling in her hand and purring lowly. "Have you chosen a name?"

"He's the runt," Jon remarked, still holding the wolf despite his tone.

Victoria's eyes met his own and he softened, her hand continuing to let the wolf cuddle as he clearly took a liking. "Doesn't matter, he's strong like you. He deserves a name."

Jon took his words too heart and looked down at the pup, it's blood red eyes meeting his own and he pressed his lips together. "Ghost." He named, fingers now scratching at the animal. "If he lives he shall be Ghost."

"Ghost is wonderful," Victoria happily responded and fondly stared at her friend and his pup. "You'll make a wonderful father to him Jon, and he'll be a loyal ally."

"Direwolves have been said to be fiercely protective of their pack, and you are now his Jon." Lord Valiente walked up the two, clasping his hand on Jon's shoulder and smiling. He too was much like his young daughter, they liked Jon and treated him no differently then the other Starks. In fact, Lord Valiente had once told his daughter that if Ned were to go back on his promise of marriage to Robb then he'd have asked Jon to marry her. He claimed to see potential in Jon, a true leader and fighter despite his birth and claim. Jon was even invited to Castle Valiente over the years although he gracefully turned down the offer.

"Yes, my lord. I'll care him." Jon nodded his head at the Dornish lord.

"If you'll excuse us, Jon. Come Victoria, let Jon grow acquainted to his new pup, Robb has a gift for you." The Lord beckoned his daughter forward, holding out his arm for her to take.

She accepted it, bidding a quick goodbye to her friend and following her father towards Robb who stood with Theon, their backs to her.

"How was everything?" She asked her father, pondering why they had taken longer then usual.

"As per usual, the deserter yapped about some old wise tale before dying but we all know a dying man would say anything to live." Lord Valiente told his daughter, he never lied to her or kept secrets. They were valiant, there was no need to shy away from topics. "And you my child, how is your day."

"Cold," she hummed, pressing her closer to him to take from his warmth. "I wish I hadn't outgrown my coat."

She was still wearing clothes far too light for the likes of the North but much of her clothing was now being resized as she'd grown quite a lot in her time back in Dorne.

The father looked down at his young child, taking notice of her pink cheeks and chapped lips. He sighed and held her freezing fingers. "I'll speak to the spinsters and see if they can hurry the process of your wardrobe, until then I'll have one of my coats brought to your room."

Her smile widened, "thank you father."

"Keep it nice my winter sun," he asked her gently, "it's one your mother made me."

Her heart melted at the thought of her beautiful mother and wondered what she could have possibly been like. From her uncle Oberyn's tales he said Amara Martell was a true beauty much like his own sister, Elaria, she was warm inside and out. Ricardo and Amara were a rarity of betrothed, two to truly fall in love with one another.

Victoria simply nodded her head at his words as they came upon Robb, Ned Stark had now joined them as well.

"Lord Stark," Victoria addresses him formally, finding that the smile found it way to her face.

Robb turned, his sea green eyes finding her own and softening as he came closer. "Lady Valiente, I've brought something for you, for us."

He pulled his cloak back to reveal the direwolf, a young pup who was darker then most of his siblings, where their colors ranged from grey to white and brown or in Ghost's case all white, this wolf was the darkest grey, with specs of white in his fur he looked intimidating despite his small nature, he was the alpha.

Victoria broke from her father, coming up to the small pup and her betrothed, her smile infectious as her eyes blew wide and she practically buzzed. Back home she always wanted a pet but of course most animals would never acclimate to the harsh winds of the North and a panther, her house sigil, was too wild to domesticate.

"Us? Really?" She looked up towards Robb's handsome face.

"Aye," he said truthfully, petting the young pups head while her hand went to rub at the animals chin. He whimpered and then cooed, just like Ghost, cuddling into her warm hand and then reaching for her with his paws. Victoria took him instantly, Robb more then happy to allow his future wife the small pet. He didn't step back, instead keeping close and rubbing the animals back. "He will be our first child."

"One of many," Theon insinuated with a smirk at both of them.

Victoria's cheeks grey rosy at the mention of children and she gave Robb a cheeky smile as their fathers joined in.

"Many, many," Lord Valiente's accent was predominant. "Ones who can actually speak would be favorable."

"And will eventually clean up after themselves." Ned added on, both fathers looking proudly at their soon to be wed children.

Robb and Victoria laughed, while the young pup jumped slightly and duck his head into the crook of the women's neck. The young Stark massaged its back softly while keeping his gaze on Victoria, the female first to speak, "what is his name?"

"I was waiting for your approval." Robb answered immediately, "I had a few in mind, but my favorite so far is GreyWind."

"GreyWind." She allowed the name to settle against her lips, holding the small pup up gently so she could look at him further. Robb's face peaked from beside him and briefly she imagined that there was actual child in her arms, and Robb's smile was the same if not bigger. She could see her child would have wild curls and light brown hair that practically matched their father's, sea green eyes and her tanned skin, a beautiful yet powerful force. A tarot of northern and southern blood. She took a moment to analyze the tired pup and then nodded, "I quite like it, GreyWind he shall be. Our first of many children."

"Many." Robb agreed sincerely.

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Okay wow I love them
Also that is my favorite Robb Stark gif ever