"Shut up Arya, they're about to arrive." Sansa muttered back quietly still not looking at her sister as she tried to shut her up, partly because the King and his party was about to arrive and she didn't want Arya embarrassing them, and partly because she didn't want to admit to her younger sister that she didn't know the answer.
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Further down the line Eddard Stark, often referred to as Ned, let out another sigh as he heard his daughters muttered conversation.
The older man having to push down a very slight smile as their bickering reminded him of the arguments he used to have with his brothers and sister, Brandon, Benjen and Lyanna, when he was their age.
Pushing those thoughts aside for now, Ned instead focused on the matter at hand. It had been over a few months since Ned had received a raven telling him that the King of the Seven Kingdoms was coming to Winterfell.
And because of this the last few months had been hectic as invitations were sent out to all the Houses in the North and the entirety of Winterfell had become a hive of activity as people rushed to ensure everything would be ready for when the King arrived.
After all this would be the first time in many years that a King of the Seven Kingdoms had come this far up north.
Ned of course knew the reason for this, Jon Arryn, Ned and Robert's friend, the man who they had both warded with as children had died.
This had upset Ned but not too unduly as Jon had been in his sixties and had lived a full life, but still the loss had hit him hard made more so by the fact he hadn't seen the man in over nine years.
Of course with the loss of Jon Arryn this left the positon of Hand of the King open, which is of course what Robert was coming north for.
At some point during this visit Ned knew that Robert would ask him to become the new Hand, and from what he remembered of his old friend he rarely ever took no for an answer.
Still despite this Ned was looking forward to the visit as Robert had been a dear friend. Plus for years he had been hearing stories of his eldest son, Tytan Baratheon, stories of how he had divine powers and of how he was unmatched in skill with a blade.
At first Ned had waved such stories off as nonsense, all of it having been spurred on by excitable commoners, after all the time of magic and mysticism had long since passed.
But as the years had passed and these stories continued a part of him had begun to wonder, after all the gods worked in mysterious ways.
Because of this a part of Ned wanted to see just what this Crown Prince was like, what he was made of, especially since some of the stories he had heard painted him as a blessed and noble warrior, whilst other painted him as a drunkard and a whoremonger.
It would be interesting to see just what kind of a man his future king was going to be.
Ned pushed aside those thoughts for now however as he heard the distant clatter of hooves on stone, a telltale sign that the King was about to make his entrance and that soon enough he would have his answer to just what kind of a man the Crown Prince truly was.
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Some time earlier:-
"You know nephew, when you said you would be coming to Winterfell ahead of the rest of the procession, I had imagined you doing something a bit more… than, well a bit more than this…" Jamie Lannister said a slightly amused tone to his voice as he looked around the brothel that Tytan had ended up bringing them too. No doubt one of the very few that existed here in Winterfell.
The Prince in question was currently sitting sprawled out on a seat, an attractive red head with a glorious body and attractive features was currently sat on his lap, one of her small hands currently shoved down the Prince's breeches a slight grin on her face as she looked up from kissing Tytan and smirked at Jamie.
"Come on now Jamie, we've been on the road for months." Tytan replied cheerfully as he looked up from where he had been previously nuzzling into redhead's neck. "Call it a bit of tension release."
Jamie rolled his eyes at that as he took a seat nearby, waving away a nearby whore who had been hovering around him as he instead grabbed a goblet and filled it with wine. "And there I was thinking you'd decided to turn over a new leaf."
"I have an uncle." Tytan replied with a grin as he looked over at the girl on his lap, smiling slightly as he saw the faux pout on her face. "Hence why I'm not drunk and am only courting the attention of this lovely lady. Speaking of which, what is your name again?"
"It's Ros milord." The redhead replied in a husky voice, a smirk present on her face as she continued to move her hand up and down, leaning forward as she did and kissing her way up Tytan's neck.
"Well Ros what do you think we should be doing, riding as a part of a slow moving procession in the bitterly cold wind? Or staying in this delightful little inn with warmth, wine and fine women?"
Tytan asked with a grin on his face as he held Ros a little tighter to himself, delighting in the feeling of her lips as they glided up his neck before reaching his own. After which she engaged him in a fierce and fiery kiss.
"Well I think you chose the best option… certainly for me." Ros replied shamelessly as she broke the kiss, a slight smirk on her face as she looked over at Jamie in amusement.
"Well there you have it uncle, now how about we get you a woman of your own. I'm sure there will be some takers, after all you're Jamie 'fucking' Lannister." Tytan said with a grin, the expression only growing as he saw his uncle roll his eyes.