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(Someone may want to teach him to A: Not be so curious and B: Not be so chivalrous. Either way have a Knight of non Lannister, Stark or any Westeros family Origin, Sansa.)

Punished, by whom?

[Cue her blushing and preening like a happy bird!]

The King and my father most likely! I am betrothed to the Prince.

(That gets first a bow of his head, he knows a noble when he sees one. Of course, he does not realize she is not an actual Princess, yet.)

Your Highness. What kind of King or father passes punishment for being kidnapped. I would not see this happen.

(Certainly they would be searching for her, for concern for her safety. He knows Arthur would, then he knows not all kings are his King.)

[Well technically considering her ancestors were the Kings of the North...

She isn't going to correct him.]

They may not assume I have been kidnapped! What if they assume I wandered off and acted like my sister?

[Sansa, no one would think that.]

You wouldn't?

(No need to, she is very princess like as it is. Percival senses nothing amiss in the title, he finds it very fitting.)

One can not be blamed for their sibling's behavior, I do not think you need to fear such.

(it is a compliment meaning she seems a very proper lady.)

I am a Knight of Camelot, we would see no injustice done. Arthur would consider me remiss in my vow if I did not protect a lost Princess.

[He's going to have her glued to his side at this rate.]

Arya is very disruptive. I have never been like that.

[She fears Arya's behavior will mar her reputation.]

I am honored to have encountered you, Ser! [A proper curtsy follows and she dips her fiery head.] What is your King Arthur like? He seems a good ruler.

(No complaints out of this big guy. She is beautiful and thus far good company.)

She is young?

(The fears of nobles are loss on Percival, however he can sense her fear and hopes he has eased it some.)

It is an honor Your Highness, I am Sir Percival, Knight of the Round Table. (He bows proper now, pride in his voice. In his eyes as he speaks and as he continues. His loyalty and love for his King evident.)

Arthur is a fair man and the greatest King Camelot has ever known. He is just and it is an honor to serve at his side. He is a King who would die for us as quickly as we would die for him.

Younger than me. [She sighs.] She is 11.

[So young and silly, goodness. Wait until she's 13 like Sansa!

Actually that will make no difference.]

You seem like a Knight from a tale, Ser Percival! [She turns a pretty shade of pink and beams.] That's the sort of King Prince Joffrey will be one day, I'm sure of it!

[Oh precious darling no.]

Camelot must be a beautiful kingdom.

She is but a girl, give her time. She may yet grow into a proper lady, I remember my sister at that age, she was quite a handful.

(Oh of course, cause thirteen is adulthood. Percival himself has seen those days some years before. Then again, others may argue that he and Gwaine still suffered the behavior of those years when they go up to no good.

He nods his head, the smile genuine even a little shy. It was not often that a Princess complimented him after all.) Your words are kind your Highness, I am afraid I am from no tale. Just Camelot. (Oh how wrong he is and how right she is, Percival is unawares of just how many know the story of the Knights of the Round Table.)

And I am certain you will make a Queen as strong as Arthur's, it takes both to rule a Kingdom. (Oh if only poor Sansa could have a future married to a king like Arthur, protected by Knights like Percival and Gwaine. It is a might better than her honest future.)

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I will be very surprised if that happens. [The stubbornness of Arya Stark is epic, dear Knight.] She would have been happier if she had been born a boy.

[Because a girl can't be a tomboy. Ever. She has to be a lady. Sansa says so.

She smiles sweetly at his courteous words. Even Lady - her Direwolf (who has been sitting politely the whole time) - seems pleased, her fluffy tail wagging.]

Tales must come from somewhere. If you are not apart of them yet, I have no doubt you will be.

[Her blush is dark and incredibly noticeable. It spreads over her cheeks and her eyes widen.]

What is your Queen's name?

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It would be a pleasant one. (He would probably himself smile and maybe even encourage Arya's antics if he knew her. At least when he could so so without putting her in danger or getting her in serious trouble. What harm was a little fun now and again.

Many a lady from Camelot would of course agree with Sansa. Many others however would wield a sword as quickly as Arya does.

Percival has long since noted the Direwolf, glad that the creature seems to be as restrained as her Mistress and as pleased. It would not do to upset her after all.)

I thank you, Your Highness, I believe it will be of Arthur that the bards tell tales. Perhaps Gwaine and his mishaps. Or perhaps the young girl who tamed such a Noble Creature. (He nods towards Lady.)

(Percival smiles at her blush, such sweet innocent, it is a reminder of all they fight for.)

Guinevere.

[She covers her mouth in embarrassment and Lady leans towards her Mistress, nuzzling her comfortingly. It's okay. Gallant knights often overwhelm true ladies like this!]

Lady is my Direwolf. My brothers and father found her along with five other pups in the forest. Their mother had been killed by a stag.

[She kneels down to give Lady a hug.]

Your Queen has a lovely name! She and her King seem especially fitting for tales. I would love to read them.

(Percival's smile at the pair is genuine, as true as his hear.)

She seems a good friend, it is honorable that you all saved them.

(A girl and her furry companion, how can he not continue to smile. Lady need not fear, this Knight would place himself between Sansa and any danger. It is his nature.)

I will tell them both, I am certain they'd be flattered Young Princess.

Sansa? What are you doing here, love? Are you alright? [Because Ned is concerned.]

Father! I promise I didn't wander off on my own! [And she hurries up to him.]

It's alright, I believe you. This place can easily cause someone to get lost. [He held out an arm and placed it on her shoulder.]

How do we return to King's Landing? Everyone will be worried. [Her dear Prince especially.

A certain well-mannered Direwolf is at her side, wagging her tail excitedly.] Lady doesn't even seem to know the way.

I am not sure. [He looked down to where Lady was and gave her a few well-earned scritches around her neck.]

At least you're not entirely alone. [He offered her a smile then pulled her into a tight hug. They had to stick together no matter what happened.]

[Lady tilts her head, enjoying the attention. Sansa rests a hand on her head lightly.]

She follows me everywhere. [It's meant to comfort her father - he does look pale. The hug catches her off-guard, but she returns it, closing her eyes.]

Are you alright?

She's a Stark wolf that's why. All the wolves we rescued follow their owners diligently. [He smiled down at Lady and petted her ears.]

I alright, love. It's just we're in a strange place and no doubt your mother will be worried that we're away from Winterfell.

She's the most well-mannered. [And she is proud of that fact. Lady even refrains from licking his hand in case he doesn't like it.]

But what can we do?

You're right. You're not supposed to be here at all, yet you are. [He offered her a confused stare at why she was so far North away from Winterfell and indeed, King's Landing.]

Uncle! [Familiar faces - and the faces of family especially - are more than welcome! Lady gives a yip and smiles up at Sansa.] I'm not sure how I came to be here. One minute I was South and then...

Did anyone bring you up here? It seems odd that you're so far away from where you should be. Can you remember anything? [Was she kidnapped and brought here? Someone must have brought her here surely.]

A Knight named Ser Percival said I had been kidnapped. He spoke of a kingdom named Camelot and a King named Arthur. Have you heard of them?

Did he now? What's he like this Ser Percival? He's certainly no man of the Night's Watch, which is where we are now; the Wall. I can't say I've heard of the man.

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Very proper! Just like the tales. [Isn't that how all knights are?] This is the Wall?

[She looks around curiously.]

I thought it would be colder, Uncle.

Who's worse than me and why are you bringing my name up? [She stood scowling at her older sister. Was she being mean about her?]

Why aren't you swooning over Prince Joffrey? Nymeria scared him off perhaps.

This woman, perhaps. I have not known her long enough to be sure. [That scowl is returned with interest!]

He isn't here. [And that makes her sad.] Nymeria needs to behave, Arya!

Nymeria behaves just fine. It wasn't my fault that she attacked your precious Joffrey. [She's still a bit bitter about all of that.] He attacked the butcher's boy first.

The Prince can do what he likes! [Ugh this hurts the Mun.] Who are you or Nymeria to judge him?

Why am I being dragged into this? I didn't even do anything!

[Well. Not.....this time, at least?]

You've always done something.

But this time I haven't! I had nothing to do with you being here, so don't go trying to blame this on me, Sansa!

[Oh, how easy it is to fall back on this. The familiar bickering between the sisters. As much as they do care about each other deep down. It's just hard to really show it when they're so completely opposite to each other in their personalities.]

[She doesn't fully believe her, but...]

Fine. [It's not like it makes much of a difference away from their parents and Septa Mordane.] How do we get back? I'm sure we've been away too long already!

That's.....no idea. Been around a while, she just doesn't let me out even around here much. So your guess is as good as mine, really.

[At least Arya isn't holding back on purpose? She just genuinely has no clue as to this that might help. Even if it might be frustrating or perhaps even embarrassing to admit to Sansa.]

They won't listen to you.

[Here, Sansa, have a princess from another land.]

They never do. Trust me.

Am I supposed to just give up? I am a Stark; a daughter of Winterfell and betrothed to the future King of Westeros!

[Titles will save her, surely!]

And I am Princess Iphigenia, of the House of Atreus, daughter of the High King.

Those formalities did me nothing.

[She smiles a little, as if to say "Well, what can you do?"]

Don't give up, though.

They should count for something, though I have never heard of your House. Are you from the South or, perhaps, the East?

Truthfully, I don't think we come from the same place.

[She's a little amused, in a way.]

And besides, no one, in the end, will listen. Unfortunately for us.

We all aren't supposed to be here girl.

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[A pair of blue eyes are fixated on him. Wow. He's scary.

But manners. Yes.]

Does that make my situation better, ser?

[Conan's own eyes looked down upon the young lady, he can be far more terrorifying than in his current state. Though at the Ser he makes a face]

No, but neither does it make it worse, and do not refer to me as Ser, I am no prissy noble sitting on high.

[She tenses and frowns.] That isn't very nice. I was only trying to be polite since you wear armor.

I wear whatever is necessary. Not all men who are armored are high-born belonging to some civilized kingdom.