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Theon Greyjoy was not the most perceptive person, he'll admit it straight to your face. Ask him to help out his friends? He'll do so in an instant. Insult his character? He'll laugh it off...or scream you out (pick which one you prefer). Challenge him in an archery contest? He'll wipe the floor with your ass. Ask him who he thought his Soulmate was? Don't expect any sort of normal human reaction for at least an hour or so.
But he'd gotten used to the perfect cursive on his leg that told him how annoying he was and demanding that he leave then alone. He'd figured that if his Soulmate was going to use those as their first words to him he'd most likely hate them with his whole heart. Of course this was coming from someone who'd grown up with a very skewed idea of Soulmates and how those relationships should function. And of course he figured he'd be an adult when he found this Soulmate of his. He figured a lot of things and nine times out of ten he was wrong.
But he was nine when he met his Soulmate. Robb Stark and his half-brother Jon had invited him over after school. The two had introduced him to their family. Ned, their father, Catelyn, Robb's mom, and their siblings Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon. Sansa had been playing with her friend outside when Theon came up to them and began pestering them as Robb and Jon finished their homework. Sansa and her friend had been good at ignoring him for the first couple minutes, the red haired girl eventually snapping "You're being incredibly annoying, would you kindly leave us alone!"
And that was when he felt his words burn just the slightest. He covered easily, making a joke and bowing before he went back inside. Theon figured that if that little girl, Sansa he reminded himself, was his Soulmate she'd have a long list of words somewhere on her body. Of course Arya had joked later that night that Sansa's words were so boring. In that split second Theon knew two things. The first, she was not meant for him. The second, he might not actually have a Soulmate to call his own.
Sansa had always been good at falling for guys that weren't her Soulmate. After all she carried a torch for Joffrey for a good three years before finally giving up. When she turned thirteen Sansa developed a crush on one of Margaery's brother's, Loras. That didn't end well considering a few weeks after she tried to kiss him he came out as gay. She had little spurts of crushes on other boys, some who had no Soulmates, some who already met their Soulmates, a few who even flirted with her in front of their Soulmates. But nothing ever happened...until her junior year of high school that is.
She'd gone through her usual taking some idiot who got into a fist fight to the nurse's office stint, what she hoped was her first and last of the year. She didn't love being the T.A for the P.E teacher, but it was another class to fill her time and get her full credits so she could graduate. The boy in question, Trystane Martell, and shoved her away while the nurse went to get an ice pack and said, "I'm fine."
She snorted and said, "Clearly." Although mere seconds later she had felt a slight burn on her ankle that told her this boy was her Soulmate.
She'd rushed back to the locker room after the nurse let her go and told Margaery, and of course the locker room heard and it ended up the biggest news at school on Monday morning. Sansa had been getting used to the idea of her Soulmate actually existing and talking to her when she realized just what kind of family she would most likely marry into.
Now she was laughing with Myrcella, Shireen, Daenerys, and Arya as they all prepared for Arya and Gendry's wedding. Of course Arya was getting married before her. Not that she minded, she was more than happy to see Arya settling down. She just occasionally wondered if it's what Arya wanted.
"So when are you and Trystane tying the knot?" Arya asked.
"Not for a while." Sansa said. "We still need to get your wedding under wraps and then maybe we can think about it."
"Why do you think Robb and I went first?" Myrcella laughed.
"You two found each other first?" Arya shrugged. "I thought that was how we were going to do this whole Soulmate wedding thing."
"Seriously?" Shireen laughed. "You thought everyone was going to settle down in chronological order?"
"Not unreasonable." Arya said, taking another sip of her beer.
"Not entirely unreasonable." Daenerys said. "Just not going to happen."
"When do you and Jon plan on getting married, then?" Arya asked.
"When we feel like it." Dany smiled. "Although I really wouldn't mind a wedding sooner rather than later."
"Don't all women?" Sansa laughed. "Besides, we just aren't ready."
"Of course not." Shireen smiled. "At least there won't be a shotgun wedding anytime soon."
All of the women laughed, not knowing that a shotgun wedding wasn't going to happen soon but rather a few short months after Gendry and Arya's wedding. Really Sansa was surprised it managed to happen without her father and brother's nearly killing Trystane for it.