Tytan laughed as he heard that, knowing as he did that what Jamie said was true, as Tytan and Tyrion's relationship was odd to say the least.
…
For the most part the two of them got along relatively well, both of them bonding over a shared love of wine and women.
But they also argued often with Tytan being a man of action whilst Tyrion was a man of words, oftentimes this led to them clashing over the pettiest of things.
"True, true. Now come along Uncle, time's wasting!" Tytan replied with a laugh as he dug his heels gently into the flanks of his horse, grinning as he heard his horse whinny of delight at finally being able to run free.
"Oi, wait up!" Jamie shouted as he saw the young prince riding away, heading down the King's Road and on to the distant city of Winterfell.
….
"You know, I hear they call him the Black Prince because he wears nothing but black." A young girl with pale skin and brown hair muttered as she looked up at a slightly older girl.
The other girl being quite a bit taller as the speaker, as well as having waist length auburn hair.
Both of the girls were currently standing towards the front of a small group of people, the pair of them both wearing thick fur cloaks and fine clothes, and ones that were more than fit for nobles.
These two girls were Sansa and Arya Stark, the two daughters of Eddard Stark the Warden of the North and the Lord of Winterfell.
The pair of them were waiting alongside their father, their mother and their three brothers as well as a number of other vassals and lesser nobles for the arrival of the King and his entourage.
"You've just made that up now." Sansa the auburn haired girl muttered back to her younger sister, her expression not changing as she stood straight her eyes locked on the gate to Winterfell's keep, knowing as she did that the King's party would soon be arriving and that their mother Catelyn would expect all of the Stark children to represent their house properly.
"No one calls him that and you have no idea what he wears."
Arya, the younger girl, merely shrugged in response. "Yeah but it could be true. Besides, I have heard that he is the finest blade in Westeros and that he's apparently blessed by the gods…."
Sansa nodded abruptly as she heard that bit, as she too had heard the same. How much of it was true though and how much of it was merely rumour spread by the commoners she wasn't sure.
"I wonder what gods blessed him though, do you reckon it was the Seven or the Old Gods?" Arya continued to mutter as she took her eyes off her sister and instead looked at the rest of her family, slightly annoyed that she hadn't had the chance to get away from her overbearing mother and get a first look at the Royal family.
Her younger brothers Bran and Rickon Stark were both standing to her left. With Rickon, the youngest Stark child shaking slightly as she gripped onto the side of Bran's cloak an equally nervous and excited expression on his face as he waited for the arrival of the King.
Directly next to Arya was Bran, who despite being a year younger than her was still a little bit taller, with the boy having a skinny frame, shoulder length brown hair and delicate features reminiscent more of their mother Catelyn than their father.
On Arya's other side was Sansa, her older sister who stood several inches taller than Arya with long auburn hair, blue eyes and quite a pretty appearance, with her taking after their mother as well.
Unlike Arya who took after their father with her dull brown hair, a slightly long face and grey eyes.
On the other side of Sansa was Robb, Arya's oldest brother and the Heir of Winterfell. At seventeen nearly eighteen he was an almost fully grown man with broad shoulders and handsome features, like the rest of the Stark children though he took after Catelyn with him having developed reddish colour hair and blue eyes.
Glancing past Robb, Arya could see her father, Eddard Stark, a large man with very broad shoulders, made only bigger by the thick fur coat he was wearing.
The man had stern features, shoulder length brown hair and stoic grey eyes.
By his side was Arya's lady mother, Catelyn Stark, formerly a member of House Tully Catelyn stood out from most of the surrounding northerners both due to her bearing and her choice of clothing.
Arya's mother was a beautiful if slightly strict woman with sky blue eyes, long auburn hair and a tall thin body. Like the rest of the family though this could barely be seen at present as she was wearing a thick wolf fur cloak over her expensive dress.
Looking away from her mother Arya then looked further down the line seeing the stoic features and wild black hair of her other sibling as she did, or rather her bastard born half sibling, Jon Snow.
The boy in question being buried toward the back of the crowd of waiting nobles and retainers, with Catelyn Stark having tried to put him both out of sight and out of mind.
The Stark matriarch did not want the boy to embarrass the family during the King's visit.
Not that Arya would forget Jon as he was one of her favourite siblings even if he was a bastard. Still her mother hated the boy that much was clear for everyone to see, so for now Arya wouldn't draw attention to him.
"Well what do you think?" Arya continued to ask as she looked back to her sister, noticing as she did that she hadn't answered her question.
"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.