Chapter 4:

Chapter 4:

I arrived at Winterfell, a few days after I got the crow.

I had brought gifts with me, a couple of dresses and some jewelry I had bought beforehand in the south for Sansas birthday that was coming up soon, and I had to send something.

But I decided to bring them in for this occasion; I would buy something for her birthday later.

For Lord Stark, I brought one month's worth of fish and vodka, for Lady Stark, silk.

For Robb, Jon, Bran, I brought weapons, the best a blacksmith could make.

And for Arya, well this one was hard, I knew she was a fighter, but coming with a weapon to her would put me under some bad spotlight so I opted to get her something that she would like. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Candy, lots of candy, for her and her little baby brother Rickon.

"Welcome to Winterfell Lord Mormont," Lord Stark greeted me as I got off my horse.

"Thanks for the invitation Lord Stark," I smiled as I bowed slightly.

Behind him were his kids, Robb, Arya, Bran, his ward Theon, but the one that caught my adolescence hormone-fueled eye was Sansa.

I never had the pleasure of seeing her before, this was my first time seeing her, and she was beautiful.

Sansa Stark was beautiful, taking after her mother's family with her high cheekbones, and hypnotizing vivid blue eyes, she had a thick auburn hair.

With only eleven years old, I stare in awe, not expecting her to be this beautiful she has grown up to be incredibly hot; her figure is tall, graceful, and womanly.

Oh god, I like a girl, this is so wrong!

I have to stop my thinking and look back at Lord Stark; I can't let myself fall for a child, while is true I'm in another world, I can't forget how wrong it feels.

Then again, we are both teens, but I have nothing to worry about is not as if I could get her.

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[Sansa POV]

Mother and Father had instructed me that I would meet my possible future betrothed, Lord Mormont.

I didn't like this at all.

He wasn't the prince I wanted, my knight in shining armor.

"Holy old gods...." Jeyne said, looking to the gates, "He is hot..."

"Jeyne, stop...." I stopped, she was right, he was tall, muscular, handsome, he was nothing to what I expected.

After my father greeted him, he stared at me for a full long minute, his piercing and beautiful silver eyes; I felt he was undressing me with his eyes.

It felt good; why did it felt good.

[Back to Ronard]

After Lord Stark introduced me to all his children, he guided me to his office, where I would talk with him and his lady wife.

The Bolton's would probably disagree, but if they tried something, I would enjoy destroying them.

Especially, Ramsey Snow, there were three things that I hated, and I would never forgive.

Those who enjoy giving suffering to others, those who ****, and those with no loyalty.

He had three gold medals so far.

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The party was somewhat like all medieval parties, food, music, and wine.... maybe humanity hasn't evolved that much.

So while the music was playing I went and decided to dance with my future wife, the thought of it was weird, I would have to marry... I didn't marry in my old life... I died quite young... and thanks to God erasing part of my memory; I didn't remember much of it.

But I knew for sure I didn't have a wife.

And soon I would have to marry, Lady Sansa, she was beautiful, but beauty alone didn't make a marriage last.

I can only hope she and I will have something in common.

It would be great if she could engage me not only physically but intellectually.

"A dance, my lady?" I said, offering my hand.

"Yes, my lord," Sansa nodded as she gracefully took my hand.

Once we were in the dance floor, I asked close to her ear making her blush a bit, that was good, she found me attractive at least, "I heard we are to be married, my lady,"

Sansa took a deep breath trying to calm and tame her blush, "I heard as well, I will strive to be a good wife my lord,"

I chuckled, as I whispered her once again, "I know we barely know each other, and there can't be love... yet, but I will try to win your heart... if you let me,"

Sansa was at this point so red that her hair looked white in comparison.

Before I could add something else, Robb approached me, asking for a dance with his sister.

So I decided to dance with Arya, as I smiled at the little girl stepping on my feet to dance, we weren't dancing it was more of a game, that because Arya tfound the dance boring, so I wanted her to enjoy.

"You dance splendidly Lady Arya," I chuckled.

"You're funny, I like it," Arya smiled, as I spun her around.

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Authors note: I know some of you want our mc with Myrcella, or Daenerys.

But considering both would take too long for him to get the proposals Sansa was the best option.

Cersei would delay her father indefinitely, because no daughter of her should be in the north in her head.

Daenerys won't even consider a Mormont until she sees what he can do.

After saying that, have in mind that betrothals can be broken, depending on how the political game develops.

Who knows who he will marry in the end, but so far Sansa is his fianc.