Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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.

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.

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[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.

I still had in my mind the little She-Wolf, but I was safe.

"I want to propose a betrothal between you and my oldest daughter," Lord Stark said, breaking my calculative exterior.

And this moment, my mind was starting to reset, Ronard.exe not found, and I probably must have shown my surprise because Lady Stark offered me a drink.

"Here you go some water," Lady Stark said with a soft tone.

"I... why?" I inquired, this made no sense, my father was a traitor, my house was small, yes I made my house rich, and is growing, but people here see more the history than the current state of a house, and by history, House Mormont was not good enough.

"You are a good lad, honorable, and with a good head on your shoulders," Lord Stark said with a smile, "I want my daughter to be safe, happy, and close to home, and I can't think of a better husband to do that than you,"

Oh god, this was... I mean, managing a business, easy! Improving my House, super easy...but this was unexpected.

"I don't know what to say... I... look I gotta be honest, Lady Sansa is beautiful, but I'm just some lord of a small house..." I admitted.

"Then perhaps you are someone worthy enough," Lady Stark smiled.

"You are, of course, free to reject," Lord Stark added.

Taking a full sip of my water I started to analyze the situation, with me, she would be safe, out of the war, the Bolton bastard would not **** her, and she would be close to her family and would see them more often.

"I accept, it's an honor that you considered me worthy enough," I smiled.

"No man in the world is worthy enough for my little wolf, but you are the closest one to be worthy," Lord Stark smiled.

"Don't ever forget that," Lady Stark added, that woman can be downright terrifying, the look she gave me, send a message inside my brain, hurt my little girl, and I will break your balls.

"Aye," I smiled, good parents in this world were rare, I would know.

After that, we went over the details on my betrothal, business deals with Winterfell, and stuff.

I would have to marry Sansa after her first period, or how people called it, when she finally flowered.

Which brought a totally new sense to the word de-flowered.

I was still incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of marrying someone under eighteen, but it was common for women to marry between the ages of twelve and sixteen in Westeros.

But like Tyrion, I would not lay on her bed until she wanted me to.

I may have to follow this world and the rules, but I won't become a monster. Ya

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After coming to an agreement, and improving with the Starks our commerce routes, I went to get ready for the party that was in honor to announce my betrothal with Lady Sansa.

They had planned the party beforehand; they knew I wouldn't reject, because, in theory alone, Lady Sansa is the best possible lady in the north.

The future Lady Mormont.

I can already see my aunt or should I say great aunt is confusing, exploding with happiness, everyone in house Mormont basically worships the Starks.

We are the most loyal house to the Starks, in all this world.

So I can only imagine that my betrothal will make them explode with happiness and pride in me.

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 fiancé.