Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, was truly a lady in every sense of the word. Her long auburn locks were always perfectly placed and her sapphire eyes always shone with dreams and love. Her mind was filled with pretty things and she often became lost in her own fantasies. She always saw the best in things and if she was convinced of something, she would not let it be put out of her mind. She could be headstrong and stubborn, but she was so involved in pleasing all. All she loved for was being a great lady and be married to a handsome husband. All she hoped for was to have many children by him and have a long, fulfilled, and happy life. She prayed to the old gods daily for this. She wanted to move away from the North and go to the South. She heard how beautiful King’s Landing was and how fine the women dressed. She had heard how lovely their hair was worn and she had hoped one day this would be true.
Sansa suspected that Father and the King were creating a plan to betroth her to Joffrey. Everything about Joffrey was picturesque from his luscious golden hair, his handsome face, and his beautiful emerald eyes. She thanked the gods that he looked more like his beautiful mother, Queen Cersei than his father. King Robert was old, dark, and extremely obese. The prince was nothing like that. He did not look harsh, brash, or rude. He was the knight of her dreams and she hoped that she would be the chosen one. The King liked her father enough. She had to wait and say.

Winterfell was busy with preparations for the King’s visit and things were looking perfect for the castle. Even though it was rather cold, it was still lovely. Sansa flitted about with her studies and waited anxiously for the huge fest. Sansa’s fingers skillfully worked on the stitches. She was making a beautiful, blue flower that was seen in the godswood. She knew mother would be pleased. Her Septa praised her as she usually did. Sansa smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you..” Sansa knew how skilled she truly was and knew how lady-like she had become. Her Septa was always so pleased with her and so was Mother. Sansa held her poise when Septa scolded her sister, Arya once again.  Arya was such a boy and Sansa could not stand it. She believed that Arya should have been a boy. Arya was so annoying and Sansa knew she would never be a great lady. She would be nothing compared to her.  All Arya wanted to do was get dirty and shoot things and fight. This disgusted Sansa. For her sister never listened to her…..EVER.

Sansa often just ignored Arya, but deep down she truly loved her silly sister. One day she hoped and prayed that Arya would change. If she was going to be Queen, she would have to be. Sansa was lost in her thoughts again. She could not wait until the feast!