Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

After the party ended, I decided to hang out more with Sansa; she was going to leave with me to Bear Island, part of our agreement, I had forgotten in these lands the Lady goes to the man, is quite common it seems.

I have no idea how long does it take a woman generally to get her first period because diets; genetics and stuff come into play, but if I had to take a rough estimation, I would say we have a year or so before it happens.

So with that in my mind, I decided to date her, for that time, take her out, dinner, stuff, show her that there is more than being a lady.

Maybe even teach her how to use a bow, or how to fight, not that she will need it if we end up marrying I won't let anyone touch her o get close to her with intentions of harming her.

"We leave in a week, my lady," I said, approaching her and offering a hand, "I thought you might wanna show me around?"

Sansa smiled as she took my hand while her friend Jeyne giggled behind her, "It would be my honor,"

Sansa started to guide, showing me what she thought was the best in Winterfell, the gardens, towers.

"Do you have gardens in bear island," Sansa inquired.

"Nay, but I suppose that can change," I winked at her.

Sansa giggled, "Well, then I will start looking where I can have a garden once we get to bear island,"

"Whatever you want, my lady," I chuckled.

"I heard all Mormont women fight," Sansa said as she added, "Is that true?"

"Aye," I nodded, but before she got the wrong idea, I added, "Fighting can be elegant too, you know?"

Sansa eyed me for a second before asking, "How?"

"I get that some people don't want to kill, or go to war, it's an understandable feeling, but like breathing we need to know how to defend ourselves," I said, "And there are many ways to do so, you can fight like a barbarian, or dance around the battlefield,"

"Dance around the battlefield," Sansa chuckled, "That almost sounds poetic,"

"The water dancers of Braavos are known for this, they fight elegantly, but with precision," I smiled.

"I don't know, Arya likes that... I find it unladylike," Sansa said.

"You are a lady... if you stab a bunny it makes it ladylike, don't let others tell you what is or what is not ladylike," I chuckled.

"But septa..." Sansa tried to argue, but I stopped her.

"The lady that will never get married, and has never had a man," I joked.

"Don't be mean....." Sansa laughed.

"So how about a picnic?" I offered changing the subject.

"But we have no food..." Sansa tilted her head.

I smiled and pointed at a horse that I had preciously send to follow us from the shadows, with the picnic on his saddle.

"You said, my lady?" I smiled as I approached the horse.

"How did you?" Sansa tried to ask.

"Ah, sorry, my lady, can't reveal my secrets... is about eight percent of my charm... what would I have left if you knew how I did stuff?" I chuckled.

"One day, I will know," Sansa added.

"That day, you will be already head over heels for me," I whispered on her ear, making her blush.

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After our first official date, I can say that she's not a bad girl just has bad ideas on her head that are the result of years of brainwashing from her mother and her teacher.

I can see she's doesn't want to fight or learn how to because she thinks it is unladylike, she never said she hates it, she just doesn't think a lady should do it.

But I will show her a lady can do whatever she pleases, and still be a lady.

Fuck the septa.

During my week prior to leaving, I made sure to talk and put some wisdom into her head while making sure we both enjoyed our dates.

The first one was a picnic.

The second one, I made up a treasure hunt, like the ones I use to do back on my past life, with clues, steps, and riddles, the prize a Rose.

The third one, I showed her how to have fun, we had a snowball fight, the winner would get a kiss, even losing I was winning, safe to say I got my kiss.

The fourth date we assaulted the kitchen, she was beyond reluctant to do it. Still, with the right words I managed to convince her, and made a pie-making competition, I have no idea how to bake a pie, she won by a lot on this one, by the end of the date I was fully covered in flour, but so was she, after losing so much I started a flour fight with her, I ended up getting a small peck on the lips again this time.

We had four awesome dates so far.

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[Ned Stark POV]

Lord Mormont started to court my daughter almost immediately; I could see he was trying to win her favor and affections, and my daughter was enjoying it.

At first, they started with a picnic, but soon things began to escalate.

Treasure hunts, snowball fights, and they even assaulted my kitchen.

"Did you saw Sansa? She looked like a ghost, haha," Arya laughed.

"I did," I nodded.

Sansa was opening to him, quite fast I might add, I made a good decision, he's putting the effort to make this work, and sometimes that all it takes to make a relationship work.

He was a good lad; I knew that since the day I saw him, he reinforced that when he brought gifts to all my children, including Jon.

He will be a good husband; I'm glad he accepted.

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[Ramsey Snow POV]

Lord Mormont had been betrothed to Sansa Stark; father didn't care, even though this went against his plans.

But I cared, she was supposed to be mine... because soon I would be a Bolton.

But it doesn't matter the Stark bitch would be mine regardless.

Accidents happen to the best of us; it will be so sad when a pack of dogs eats the young lord... so sad

And after that, I would be there to take the bitch, and make her scream.

"Boys, we will have a special type of food soon...I hope you guys like bear," I laughed as my dogs howled.

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[Jorah Mormont POV]

It has been four years since I left, I lost everything because of that woman, my house, my honor, my son.

Varys promised me to get the King to give me a royal pardon if I kept an eye on the Targaryens.

I don't want to be lord, for what I hear my son is a hundred times the lord I could ever hope to be.

But I miss my family; I don't want to die with my son hating me.

"I will be back," I muttered.

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[Back to Ronard]

It was finally the day to leave Winterfell, Sansa got on the carriage, after giving her goodbyes to everyone.

I decided to have a chat with Robb, nothing serious, I just completely forgot about him during my stay.

I had to look for Jon, that day, and give him a goodbye, too; he was working on the stables that day.

After that, I had a talk with Ned Stark, who didn't say it but outright threatened me if I hurt Sansa.

He was using the famous Scary Dad mode.

Catelyn did the same, and while I know I can take on both, it still made me shiver, I ain't made out of steel.

"Alright," I nodded as I took my leave with Sansa.

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Author note: now the time skips will be short like days or weeks at much.

The plot is approaching so, ya know.

I will update more after I get some sleep.