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Sansa aimed his arrow at the target at a considerable distance. Without hesitation, she hits the center point of the target, causing her cousin to exclaim in amazement. The redhead laughs at his reaction as she makes a reference, making the brunette laugh with her.
"I don't know how you can get better every day."
The truth was, he didn't even understand how anyone could shoot an arrow, because this was an activity he had no talent at all, which made Sansa mock him whenever she saw him trying to use an arrow. But he was excellent with his sword, probably better than his cousin Robb Stark.
The redhead laughed at his words, staring at him with her blue eyes Tully.
"It's because you don't know nothing, Jon Snow."
The brunette laughed and in response to his cousin's mischievous speech, he ruffled her red hair, causing Sansa to drop her arrow and run after her cousin, who could easily keep a good distance between them.
They could not even imagine that at that moment the Lord of Winterfell and his wife were watching this scene taking place in Winterfell's training yard.
Catelyn Stark, who before marrying Ned Stark was a Tully, sighed at that scene. Her daughter was almost a savage, always in the stables with the horses, or worse, in the presence of Jon Snow, the bastard of Lyanna Stark, her husband's deceased sister.
Sansa Stark was created by Catelyn to be a Lady and even a Queen. After all, Sansa was well-born, daughter of Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark, two important houses of Westeros.
"Ned, this has got to stop." Cat stared at her husband seriously. "I don't want this bastard disrupting Sansa's future."
"They're only two kids, Cat," he answered his wife.
Ned was a patient, honorable, and virtuous man. He raised his children seriously, while being kind. The northerner's heart softened when he saw the friendship of Sansa and Jon, knew how much his nephew suffered from growing up without his mother, being treated like a bastard, even if it was a bastard of a high-birth woman, the fact that he had not a well-known father made him a bastard like any other.
"They are not children, at their age we already had our Robb." The woman replied, "It's time we got a husband for Sansa."
Eddard faced his young daughter again. He didn't want a cruel fate for her, he wanted her to marry a brave and honorable man, but he knew he couldn't let her choose her suitor, after all, marriages formed alliances and he himself had no choice of his bride, marrying Cat through a political settlement between the Stark and Tully families.
Ned Stark sighed, his wife was right, it was time to get a suitor for his daughter.