Game of Thrones: Consequences
A Game of Thrones Fanfiction
By Snafu the Great
Disclaimer: George RR Martin sits on the Iron Throne, while the Consequences Series is mine. This idea was inspired by another fanfic (The Lion in the North by Atri) in which Jamie walks out on his father after he had the royal family killed and becomes a vassal to Ned Stark. So this is my take on the idea. For the story, I'm upping Lancel's age to where he's three years younger than Jamie (as it is Lancel who is not only Cersei's substitute for Jamie, but also the father of her three children). In this story, Jamie becomes a vassal to Ned, and is given Moat Cailin as his keep.
Game of Thrones: Consequences is the third in the Consequences Series, in which the actions taken by the antagonists will ultimately lead to their downfall. In this case, for Tywin, it's disowning Jamie following the Rebellion, which will set off a chain of events that will lead to the destruction of House Lannister. As per tradition, I model the original characters after various actors and actresses. For Valeriya Lannister, I was going to model her after Eva Green (Artemisia from 300: Rise of an Empire), but decided to go with Rhona Mitra (her appearance from Underworld: Rise of the Lycans).
About House Lannister of Lionsden: House Lannister of Lionsden is a vassal house under House Stark of Winterfell, with its seat of influence being Moat Cailin, now rechristened Lionsden. The sigil of House Lannister is two silver mountain lions circling each other on a black field. The ancestral weapons for House Lannister is Brightroar and Oathkeeper.
In the shadow of the rebuilt keep, a thriving mining and trading town has been founded by Jamie and his wife. Lionsden is also home to the Pekara Merchant House, the mercantile guild backed financially by Lord Stark. Just as the Westerlands is home to the gold mines which has made the Lannisters famous, the North is home not only the silver mines owned by the Manderlys, but also numerous mines containing iron ore and priceless gems. Northern steel soon becomes famous for its strength and durability.
About Valeriya Lannister: The daughter of a Westerosi-born sellsword and his Volantene wife, Lady Valeriya Lannister (nee, Maegyr) is the wife of Lord Jamie Lannister. She is considered to be the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, her beauty surpassing that of Queen Cersei. Due to her marriage to Jamie, she is known to both the nobles and the smallfolk as the 'Lion Tamer.'
A former sellsword in the Golden Company alongside her husband, her swordplay on par with her husband. But it is her skills with the bow that are stuff of legend, as she can fire up to three arrows in rapid succession. But it is her keen and sharp mind which has made her in the eyes of the nobles, 'the most dangerous woman in Westeros,' in some cases, even more so than her father-in-law, Tywin Lannister.
Last, are the weapons. For a visual reference, Brightroar is modeled after Madmartigan's Sword in Willow. Valeriya's own sword, named Oathkeeper (oh, the irony), is modeled after Tyris Flare's Axirian Blade from Golden Axe: Beast Rider - the game sucked, but the weapon was damn cool – and her bladed bow is modeled after Atalanta's Bow from the Hercules film.
Part One
Snafu's Notes: There is also a Kingdom of Heaven reference in the chapter. Pretty funny, since Nikolaj Walder-Costau had a role in that film as well. Oh, and the quote I used to open this chapter I also used in Naruto: Consequences.
"The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their wastes, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout, 'Save us!'
...and I'll whisper, 'No.'"
- Rorschach, Watchmen.
Winterfell, 282 A.L. - one year after Robert's Rebellion.
Eddard 'Ned' Stark sat in the godswood, gently rubbing a soft cloth over the ancestral greatsword, Ice. He had just returned from delivering justice to a deserter from the Night's Watch, beheading him with the weapon.
But his mind was not on the deserter. A raven had arrived from Riverrun the day earlier, the message written in the Blackfish's hand.
Lord Stark. The Kingslayer is on his way North to Winterfell at your invitation, so he says. He is not alone, as he is bringing his wife with him. Brynden Tully.
A year had passed since the conclusion of Robert's Rebellion. Since then, Ned had settled into his role as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. It was also a year since he and Robert had spoken last, the last time they had spoken was in regard to Rhaegar's widow, Princess Elia Martell and her children. Ned wanted them placed under house arrest, to ensure that Dorne would not rebel and that House Martell would be pacified.
Tywin Lannister, the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, had other plans. His son, Jamie, had defended Elia and her family during the Sack of King's Landing. The first attempt to kill them had been unsuccessful, but Tywin would not be denied. Jamie had been led away and knocked unconscious, while Gregor Cleagne himself had done the deed. Ned had been horrified when Tywin presented the bodies of Elia and her children, wrapped in Lannister red, as a token of fealty towards the Usurper.
Not only did Ned had a falling out with Robert, stating that Lyanna would have been horrified over what he had become, but Jamie too had words with his father over what he had done. So much so that Jamie had rejected his inheritance and in retaliation, Tywin disowned him. Robert had stripped Jamie of his knighthood, at Tywin's behest, making sure that Jamie would end up with nothing.
Ned had caught up with Jamie as he planned to travel overseas and work as a sellsword as penance for his failure to protect Elia and her children, offering him a place in the North should he ever needed it. Jamie thanked him and replied that he would "consider the offer."
Since then, Robert had married Cersei Lannister, making her his Queen, and Tywin himself had married once again, his wife bearing him a son, a new heir to the House of Lannister. Jon Arryn was made Hand to the King, and was able to stave off Tywin's influence...most of the time, anyway.
Since returning to the North, Ned had followed Dorne's example and adopted a semi-isolationist policy. He had sworn fealty to Robert, but kept out of the affairs of the Southron regions, save for the occasional visit to Riverrun to visit Cat's family.
"Ned?"
'Speak of the devil,' Ned thought as he looked up from his blade. Catelyn Tully had been betrothed to his brother, but it was Ned who had married her in order to secure Hoster's support during the Rebellion following Brandon's death at the hands of the Mad King. Since then, they had been working on their marriage.
But it hadn't been easy. Especially when Ned had brought to Riverrun a bastard child from the Tower of Joy. Cat had been livid over the fact that her lord husband had sired a bastard, but the truth was anything but. As Cat later found out, Ned did not like any attacks on his personal honor, which is why he had told her and the Blackfish the truth, swearing them to secrecy.
Jon Snow was a bastard, just not the bastard that the Tullys had expected. Jon was Lyanna's son, with Rhaegar Targaryen as the father. Ned claimed him as his own son to protect him from Tywin and Robert. It had been Ser Oswell Whent, who had been present at the Tower of Joy, who had confirmed the story, as Ned – with the help of the Dayne sisters – managed to convince the three Kingsguard assigned to protect his sister – among them Arthur Dayne – to allow him to pass without incident.
"Rodrik said that you would be here," Cat said.
"It's peaceful. I love it here," Ned admitted.
"If you say so."
"How are the boys?" asked Ned.
"Asleep."
"A raven came from your uncle earlier today. We are going to have guests."
"Who?"
"Jamie Lannister and his wife."
"The Kingslayer? Coming here? And when did he get married?"
"Overseas while serving with the Golden Company. I don't know all the details, but I've offered him a place in the North should he needed it. He must be coming to see if I will honor my promise."
"Will you?" Cat asked.
"I will," her husband replied. "Not all of the Lannisters are power-hungry madmen. Tyrion is a drunkard and a lover of whores, but his father and sister don't think too highly of him. Then there's Tywin disowning Jamie."
Cat knew of the story surrounding it. Ned had told her whilst recovering in Riverrun following his return from the Tower of Joy. Ned had been expecting a fight between himself, his escort, and the three Kingsguard - Lord Commander Hightower, Arthur Dayne and Oswell Whent. But instead of a fight, they allowed him to retrieve Lyanna's body and her son, thanks to Ashara and Allyria Dayne, who had been at the Tower of Joy shortly before Ned's arrival, and had been able to convince the Kingsguard to lay down their weapons.
With Arthur Dayne returning to Dorne and Hightower heading overseas, Oswell returned to Harrenhal, occasionally checking on Cat at Hoster's behest.
"But what if Lord Tywin or Robert find out about you harboring Jamie?" Cat asked.
Ned dryly chuckled. "We're harboring the last of the Targaryens. I believe that the Kingslayer is the least of our problems. We're going to need all of the help we can get, and winter is coming."
Cat knew that Ned was right. She turned and retreated back to Winterfell's keep, to check on Jon and Robb. And to make sure that there was a chamber made and ready for their guest.
The Kingsroad, days later.
A couple made their way along the Kingsroad, on horseback. One year earlier, he had left in the aftermath of the Rebellion. Now, he had returned – albeit in secret, as to not attract any unwanted attention – with gold and jewels in his pockets following his time as a member of the Golden Company. More than enough for him to retire a rich man, or even form his own sellsword company.
The North was unlike the Southtron regions. This Jamie Lannister knew. But it had a rugged beauty of its own. Aside from several groups of bandits and highwaymen who thought it would be a wise move to rob the Kingslayer and his companion, the journey north was all but peaceful.
The North was beautiful, but unforgiving. Compared what he had seen and witnessed whilst with the Company, the North was like a tourney. As he was probably the most famous (or infamous) man in Westeros, he wore a hooded cloak lined with the fur of – fittingly enough – a mountain lion.
Jamie's time with the Golden Company had proven to be quite fruitful. It was, in fact, better than the Kingsguard. It was something about that lifestyle, that discipline that had humbled him in ways that serving as a glorified bodyguard could never do. He made friends, sellswords and mercenaries who had fought in the Rebellion on both sides, people who didn't care about his past.
It was also during this time that during an expedition into the ruins of Old Valyria, he had came across the sword that was currently strapped across his back.
He had found it along with the remains of his uncle, Gerion Lannister, and his ancestor, Tommen II of the Rock. That and the secret of how to make and craft Valyrian Steel, once thought to have been lost forever in the Doom of Valyria. The sword was Valyrian steel, a hand-and-a-half longsword, the grip had the image of a lion etched onto it, while a carved lion's head served as its pommel. The sheath was leather, with the pelt of a mountain lion stretched over it. Etched onto the blade was a phrase in High Valyrian, which translated as 'Praised to be the one who forged order from the very edge of chaos.'
'Father would pitch a fit had he found out that I've discovered Brightroar,' Jamie thought with a wry smile, that the ancestral longsword of House Lannister was now in the possession of the disowned son. He could almost imagine his father's reaction, screaming to the high heavens over the injustice of it all.
He did sent Tyrion the remains of Tommen II and Gerion, with an anonymous letter stating that the remains should be buried with their ancestors in the crypts of Casterly Rock. He owed his father that much.
His father. It had been a year since he had seen him last. Before he knew it, he was reliving their final argument in the aftermath of the Rebellion...
[Flashback]
The Red Keep, one year earlier.
Tywin Lannister did not blink an eye when his eldest son stormed into the Small Council chambers. "Out! Out! All of you!" he barked to the Lannister guards.
A nod from the Lord of Casterly Rock and the four Lannister guards quietly exited the chamber. "Something on your mind, Jamie?" he asked.
"You killed Elia and her children." It was not an accusation. "I know you did."
"And what makes you think that I had something to do with Elia's fate?" he asked coolly.
"Gregor Cleagne. He wasn't exactly subtle in his proclaiming that he 'fucked that Dornish whore with his hands stained with Aegon's blood,' right before hacking her in two."
Tywin frowned. It was all that Jamie needed to confirm what Amory had said...right before Jamie jammed a dirk into the man's skull before stalking off to find his father.
"And you disapprove?" Tywin asked.
"Damn right I do! Elia was innocent! Rhaenys and Aegon were both innocent! I made a deal with Robert to ensure the safety of Princess Elia and her children! No harm would come to them and Dorne would be placated knowing that Elia and her children were safe!" Jamie replied. "You murdered her and Dorne will not forgive this offense, especially the Martells!"
Tywin scoffed. "I merely gave Robert a better deal. The lives of the royal family in a show of fealty. In exchange, Cersei becomes his wife, and his Queen. The Lion does not care for the opinion of sheep." He leaned back in his chair. "You want to say something clever? Go ahead. Say something clever."
"Even sheep can become an angry mob, Father."
"Your time here had made you nothing more than a glorified bodyguard," his father sneered. "You have become soft. Because of my actions, it was Robert who was victorious over Rhaegar at the Trident. That whoremonger would not have won otherwise had Rhaegar was not given strongwine before the battle."
Jamie took a step back. His father had confessed to orchestrating the murder of the Bard Prince as if he was discussing the weather. He knew that his father had been bitter when Aerys refused a marriage between Rhaegar and Cersei. He knew that his father was a ruthless man, as 'The Rains of Castamere' were no myth. But this...
"Remember, Jamie," Tywin continued. "Rhaenys and Aegon may have been children, but they would not remain children forever. I merely elimated a threat before it could turn potentially lethal for all of us. And all of my plans have borne fruit. Cersei will become Queen, and Robert has relieved you of your duties. We now have a chance for a dynasty that would last a thousand years."
Jamie was trembling. His hand gripped the pommel of his sword, the same one he had used to stab the Mad King in the back. Now he was considering adding 'Kinslayer' to his many titles.
Tywin has a look of satisfaction on his face. "We reminded all of Westeros that Lannisters pay their debts, one way or the next. You will leave with me and return to Casterly Rock following Cersei's wedding.
Jamie then made a decision. He had broken his vows when he slew Aerys. He had failed them in protecting Elia and her children. Never again. Jamie knew that if he leave, he would never see home again. He would never see Cersei again. But to be free from his father, it was a price he was willing to pay.
"You unimaginable bastard..."
Tywin's eye twitched. "Pardon?"
"You heard me, Father. I've saved a city from being burned to the ground, and the people curse me. You had an innocent woman and her children killed without consequence. Find another pawn for your twisted game. I'll have none of it."
Tywin rose to his feet. "Jamie...I've forgiven you for many things. I've forgiven you for setting your brother up with that crofter's whore. I've forgiven you when you decided to join the Kingsguard. Defy me at your risk, boy."
"Or what? You'll kill me? Like you have done with Tarbeck and Reyne? Will 'The Rains of Castamere' play when you take my head? Or will you have Robert crush my skull with that oversized mallet of his. I promise you that if you do, it would be easy."
"Enough of your insolence! You will do as I command!"
"No. Had you spared Elia and her children, I would have done as you commanded. I will never do as you say. Never again."
Tywin growled. "You are no son of mine. I wash my hands of you. Even if you are near death, I will not take you back. Nor will I recognize any heirs you breed. Now begone from my sight."
Tywin had expected his son to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He was most surprised to see Jamie give him a smug grin. "I am your son. Always was." He then removed his white cloak and tossed it to the ground, followed by his sword. He turned on his heels and walked out of the chambers, whistling 'The Rains of Castamere' to add insult to injury.
[End Flashback]
"You're brooding again."
The voice of his wife had brought Jamie out of his thoughts. He turned to his wife, clad in riding breeches, a tunic and a cloak lined with the fur of an animal. Like him, she was on horseback, her possessions few in question.
Her late father was Westerosi in origin, a sellsword from The Vale, while her mother was Volantene, born from a prosperous, noble family, House Maegyr of Volantis. To Jamie, Valeriya Cunningham was both exotic and mysterious, with her olive skin, dark brown hair, her brown eyes and alert, showing great intelligence.
She was also considered to be the most dangerous woman in the Golden Company, as she was a rare breed of woman: a warrior woman. As Jamie knew that there were several warrior women in the North, she would fit in just fine. Like Jamie she wielded a Valyrian sword, save that hers was a longsword, named Oathkeeper, the sword sticking out of her travel bag. But she was no brute, as her upbringing in Volantis bear witnessed to that. Unlike Cersei, who believed that a woman's strongest weapon was what between her legs, Valeriya's mind was just as strong as her body. Tyrion would like her.
But her true skills lie in her uncanny archery skills, thus making her one of the most dangerous members of the Golden Company. Her bow was slung across her back, a family heirloom from her father. The composite bow itself was made out of the strongest wood found in The Vale, the string made from sinew. The bow was especially deadly as a melee weapon, as it had been fitted with curved blades on either end. Valeriya carried three times as many bows in three separate quivers, as she had a tendency of firing off two, even three arrows at the same time, and in rapid succession, with deadly accuracy.
It was said that the warrior-maidens of Bayasabhad had blessed the bow, making it even more effective. Either that, or Valeriya had the habit of dipping the arrowheads into potent Manticore poison, making them even more dangerous.
Had Valeriya met Oberyn Martell, they would have traded notes on poisons. That and Oberyn would probably taken her to his bed. Which would probably lead to Jamie chasing Oberyn all over Dorne, trying to hack the Red Viper in two with Brightroar all the while screaming bloody murder.
They had met when Jamie came from Westeros in the aftermath of the Rebellion to join the Golden Company. Valeriya was a second-generation member, as her father served before her. She was a year younger than he was, had had served with the Company for two years when Jamie had joined, seeking penance for his failure in protecting Elia and her children.
That changed when the Red Viper himself had sought out Jamie six months after the Rebellion. As it turned out, Jamie's actions in defending Elia and her children from the Lannister onslaught had bought the Martells and Varys enough time for them to smuggle them out of the Red Keep, and out of King's Landing, while a peasant family took their place – Varys' doing. As it would be too dangerous for them to return to Westeros, they would live in exile in Volantis, along with Daenerys, the surviving daughter of Rhaella and the Mad King. For Jamie's actions, he had the thanks of House Martell and all of Dorne.
Ironically enough, they would be hosted by House Maegyr, where the family patriarch, Malaquo - who happened to be Valeriya's uncle, promised to keep them save until the time came for Aegon to reclaim his throne.
Jamie was grateful for the news, that his efforts had not been in vain. Now, rather than seeking penance, he decided to show his former family that he was not a failure, that he could stand on his own two feet without having to rely on his father.
So after a year abroad, he decided to return to Westeros. King's Landing was out of the question, and he was virtually persona non grata in the Westerlands. That left the North, and Ned Stark's offer of a new life.
"Sorry," Jamie apologized. "I've had a lot to think about."
"About the Rebellion and the events which led you here?" Valeriya asked.
Jamie nodded. "More than that. Everything in my past leading up to this point."
There were no secrets between Jamie and Valeriya. He had told her everything about his past, including his relationship with Cersei. Valeriya had made him promise that he would be loyal to only her, lest she would be the one singing 'The Rains of Castamere' when she riddled his body with her arrows. Jamie agreed. Valeriya was a sweet woman, but by the Gods can she be scary at times.
Jamie didn't expect to fall for Valeriya, but he did. Their tour of duty with the Company ended at around the same time, and following a fight with a couple of Braavosi bravos, they wound up in bed together. Any thoughts of Cersei had been crushed immediately during their night together. The first of many. Valeriya had done the impossible. She had tamed the Lion.
Any thoughts of Cersei's embrace were crushed into dust. Jamie wanted Valeriya. They married shortly before their ship sailed to Westeros. Jamie had left Westeros with nothing but the clothes on his back and returned with a wife, and a new purpose. The Golden Company had not only taught him how to fight better, but also how to lead.
Now, here he was in the North, nearing Winterfell after several days' travel. It had been hard remaining incognito, but as he traveled along the Kingsroad, it became easier.
Winterfell became visible in the distance. Grateful that his long journey was coming to an end, Jamie stopped, as did Valeriya to take in the view of the ancestral home of House Stark.
"So...that's Winterfell?" Valeriya asked, looking the massive keep for the first time. "Impressive."
Jamie nodded. "It's my first time here as well." Off Valeriya's surprised expression, Jamie added, "I've always kept to the Southron region of the Seven Kingdoms. Never saw any reason why to venture north until now."
Valeriya's eyes narrowed as she spied movement in the distance. "Jamie. Incoming." She reached for her bow, but Jamie stopped her. "Are they friendly?" she asked.
"I hope so," her husband replied.
Jamie's intuition proved to be right, as three men on horseback approached the couple. As the trio of men approached, Jamie recognized the three men, although the third man surprised him greatly.
The first man he recognized instantly as Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell. The second man on his left was Rodrik Cassel, Winterfell's master-at-arms, and a capable warrior in his own right. He was also fiercely loyal to House Stark and its young Lord. On Ned's right, was his old comrade from the Kingsguard, Oswell Whent.
It was a known fact that Oswell himself was not a fan or neither Robert nor Ned Stark, but he was only in Winterfell at Lord Tully's behest, checking on Lady Stark, when Ned told him of Jamie's arrival.
"Well, well," Oswell drawled. "If it isn't the Kingslayer. Thanks to the Usurper, it's the only thing that we can call you, since that whoremonger has stripped you of your knighthood."
Jamie didn't take the bait, as Oswell had hoped. Oswell's comment earned him a glare from Rodrik. "I've lost one knighthood, yet gained another with the Golden Company, so it's no big loss for me."
Oswell sneered. Then he looked at Valeriya. "I've heard you've gotten married, Ser Lannister," he sniped, pronouncing Jamie's title with sarcasm. "She must be something to tame the Lion."
Jamie was about to reply to Oswell's barb when Ned interrupted. "Ser Whent. Manners. Ser Lannister is her as my guest."
"Apologies, Lord Stark," Oswell said, despite the fact that he truly didn't mean it.
"Jamie. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours," Ned said.
"Thank you, Lord Stark," the Kingslayer replied. He then introduced his wife. "My wife, Valeriya Lannister. Valeria, may I introduce Lord Eddard Stark of House Stark. Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North..."
At that, Ned nodded in greeting.
"...his master-at-arms, Rodrik Cassel, of House Cassel..."
Rodrik also nodded.
"...and this idiot is my former comrade in the Kingsguard, Ser Oswell Whent."
Valeriya nodded in greeting. "Lord Stark, I thank you for your hospitality. My husband has spoken highly of you. Although it is a bit late, you have my condolences in regards to your father, brother and sister."
"Thank you," Ned replied.
Oswell then noticed the bow slung across Valeriya's back. That, and the longsword, still in its sheath, strapped to the horse's side. "So you got yourself a warrior woman, eh, Lannister? She got the eyes of a warrior. But is she any good with that bow?"
Jamie smirked. 'You have no idea,' he thought as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a copper coin. "Valeriya?"
Without a word, Valeriya drew her bow. Without warning, Jamie flipped the coin high into the air. Just as fast, Valeriya drew an arrow from its quiver, nocked it back, and fired into the air.
TING.
The copper coin fell back to the ground, neatly impaled on the arrow. Valeriya grinned. She was the best archer in the Golden Company for a reason, not to mention the most dangerous.
Oswell looked at the coin. Then he looked at Valeriya, who had a smug grin. "You were saying, Ser Whent?" she asked in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"I respectfully retract my previous statement," Oswell said.
Ned cleared his throat. "Impressive as that was, I do believe that you two have been on the Kingsroad for quite some time. You must not have a hot meal in days. Come with me. We'll get some food in you and you can change clothes."
Jamie nodded. "Thank you."
Minutes later...
Following a hot bath and a change of clothes, Jamie and Valeriya met Ned and his wife in the dining hall for lunch. As Valeriya didn't have any dresses to wear, she was wearing a men's tunic, vest and riding breeches. A pair of leather boots were on her feet, while Jamie himself was dressed casual.
Ned conducted the introductions, introducing Valeriya to his wife. Cat noticed that despite her dress, she carried herself with grace. Like a lady. Ned also took notice of their swords that they carried with them. The hand-and-a-half longsword for Jamie and the longsword for Valeriya.
'Ser Whent was right,' Ned thought. 'A warrior woman. I should introduce her to the Mormonts, if she is as good with the blade as she is with the bow. Maedge would definitely like her.'
The midday meal was served inside the Great Hall. Pieces of roasted lamb, roasted potatoes and salted bread. Even though Jamie knew that Ned Stark would shit honor to match his father shitting gold, it did relieve both him and his wife that the Lord of Winterfell honored the ancient guest right.
"So how was the road coming in?" Ned asked.
"Scenic," Jamie replied. "We arrived in Sunspear and Prince Doran hosted us for the night. Then we made our way North. I assume that Lord Tully had sent a raven ahead telling you of our arrival?"
"He did."
"How did the two of you meet?" Cat asked.
"After the Rebellion and the falling out with my father, I travelled overseas, seeking penance for my failure in protecting Princess Elia and her children. I've made my peace in what I had done to the Mad King, but Elia and her children were innocent in this whole mess."
Ned nodded, remembering the argument he had with Robert over Rhaegar's wife and children. Jamie remembered it as well, as he heard them arguing on his way to confront his father.
"We met when I signed on with the Golden Company," continued Jamie. "My wife's father is Westerosi, but her mother is of Volantene origin, from a family as wealthy as mine."
"Robert and I planned on going overseas to serve with the Company," Ned said, smiling sadly. "But then, the Rebellion happened. So how was your time with the Company?"
"I wouldn't trade it for the world," Jamie replied. "I met my wife through the Company."
"And the sword?" Ned asked, glancing at Jamie's weapon, which rested nearby.
Jamie glanced at the sword. Excusing himself, he stood up from his chair, retrieved the sword, and placed it in front of Ned, who unsheathed it.
"A beautiful weapon. Valyrian steel."
Again, Jamie nodded. "What you hold in your hand is the lost ancestral sword of House Lannister – Brightroar. I found it whilst overseas with the company. My wife also wields a longsword which is Valyrian in origin."
"I can imagine the look on Lord Tywin's face once he finds out you have the Lannisters' ancestral sword," mused Ned. He sheathed the weapon and sat back down. "You do realize that a lot has changed since you had left King's Landing."
Jamie scoffed. "I'll bet. I've only gotten bits and pieces from Tyrion. Care to fill in the blanks?"
For a while, Ned talked, while Jamie and Valeriya remained silent, Jamie asking the occasional question about the state of affairs in the Seven Kingdoms. As expected, Cersei had married Robert and was now Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, while Tywin himself had remarried, his wife being from a noble house in the West. He now had a son, a proper heir. This, Jamie already knew, as he had written to Jamie about that detail.
There were were those who were against Tywin's decision to disown Jamie, and promised to aid in any way possible, albeit in secret, lest they earned Tywin's wrath. His longtime friend, Addam Marbrand, was his only ally, while his aunt and uncle, Genna and Kevan, were the only relatives aside from Tyrion, that he could count on. Robert went as far as to strip Jamie of his title of knight. Too bad that the Golden Company had rewarded him with another knighthood.
The three Kingsguard that were protecting Lyanna Stark at the Tower of Joy allowed him to pass without incident, Oswell returning to Harrenhal, Lord Commander Hightower venturing for adventure overseas, and Arthur Dayne returning to Starfall. It had been the Dayne sisters, Allyria and Ashara, who had convinced the three men to stand down and to allow Ned to bring his sister (and nephew) back without incident, as they were present when Ned arrived at the Tower.
Since returning to the North, Ned had followed Dorne's example and adopted a semi-isolationist policy. He had sworn fealty to Robert, despite their friendship suffering due to their opposite views in regards to Elia Martell and her children, and the fact that Tywin was now in a position of power short of becoming Hand to the King. Despite the show of fealty, Ned also promised that the North would not interfere in the politics of the South. Since then, a shaky peace was kept.
Tyrion was spending his time in Riverrun, as a guest of House Tully. He also spent time at Harrenhal, where the Whents had an extensive library.
As Ned continued to speak, Jamie thought of the mountains he and Valeriya had traveled through on their way here. An idea came to him, but first, he had to ask Ned about it.
"Lord Stark, what do you know about mining?" he asked.
"A little. The Manderlys have a couple of silver mines on their lands, not to mention that Lord Manderly himself approached me with the idea of expanding. Why?"
Jamie stood up and walked over to his traveling bag. "On our way here, I was curious about some of the mountains here," he explained as he pulled out several pieces of rock. Walking back to Ned, he handed them over. "So I did a little inspecting. This region is rich in natural resources, aside from just the silver from the Manderlys, especially in iron ore." He grinned. "Coming from a family whose wealth comes from the gold mines, you learn things."
Ned regarded the chunk of rock in his hand. "You may be onto something, Jamie. The idea of mining does have merit, as I have noticed the potential of iron mines. I've been meaning to bring up the issue with Wyman when I had the chance." He set the stone down. "So...what are you going to do now?"
"The Kingsguard is out of the question, as is Casterly Rock," Jamie said. "I'd rather take the black rather than to go crawling back to my father. Remember the conversation we had before you departed for the Tower of Joy? About there being a place in the North for me should I ever need it?"
"I remember. And yes, the offer is still open to you." Ned looked at Rodrik. "Since Ser Cassel already holds the position of master-at-arms, the next best thing to do regarding you is to make you a vassal."
Jamie blinked. "A lord? Me?"
"Yes, you. You proved that you are not like your father when you tried to defend Princess Elia and her children. Despite you breaking your vows as a member of the Kingsguard, your actions were indeed honorable, as you saved King's Landing from a madman." Ned allowed himself a small grin. "And what better way to piss off your father than for the lion to become vassal to the wolf?"
Jamie chuckled. "I'm starting to like you already, Lord Stark." His expression soon fell. "What about Robert?"
"Since you are disowned from your father, Casterly Rock is out of your reach. And Robert would not want you back in King's Landing due to Tywin's influence. By making you my vassal, not only are you under my protection, but Robert knows that if he tries to remove us from power, then the North will either rebel or withdraw from the Seven Kingdoms."
"A Lannister of the North..." Jamie mused. He looked at his wife. "Val?"
"It could be the start you are looking for," his wife suggested. "You've done your penance, husband. Now, it's time to rebuild your life. From our loins, the House of Lannister can be reborn, red-blooded and strong." She gave her husband a small grin. "And it would be dishonorable for the both of us to make such a long trip here for nothing."
Jamie turned back to Ned. "Lord Stark...I accept."
"Good. Is there anywhere you wish to settle? The North is vast in land."
"There is a spot which caught my eye. The abandoned keep in The Neck. Valeriya and I explored it a bit before coming here. It's as far South as I want it to be. Also, I have long-term plans for the area."
"You speak of Moat Cailin. A wise choice."
"So when do I begin?"
"Patience. First, I need to summon the Great Council of Lords, as they need to bear witness to this event. The ceremony will take place in one week. In the meantime, rest and recover."
"Thank you, Lord Stark."
The Godswood, one week later.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime event. The Council of Northern Lords were gathered in the Godswood of Winterfell to witness the rise of a new Lord of the North.
Even more surprising was the identity of the Lord in question when it became known to them. A Lion of House Lannister, forsaken by his father, now wishing to become a Mountain Lion of the North.
Jamie recognized some of the men who stood behind Ned. Jon 'Greatjon' Umber. Roose Bolton. Rickard Karstark. Wyman Manderly. Jorah Mormont. Men who had fought alongside Ned during the Usurper's Rebellion. Catelyn Stark stood to the side, along with Valeriya Lannister, watching the ceremony.
Representing Hoster Tully was his brother, Brynden 'the Blackfish' Tylly, and Catelyn's brother, Edmure Tully. Tyrion Lannister stood proudly among the Tullys. When word came of Jamie's appointment as a Lord of the North, and of Jamie's acceptance to the position, he could almost imagine the reactions of both his father and Cersei.
Cersei would be irate, for starters. Of course Tyrion knew that Cersei and Jamie had been fucking prior to the Rebellion, and he knew that Lancel - having been appointed as Captain of the Lannister House Guards in King's Landing - was Jamie's replacement in the bedroom. Cersei would be enraged to find out that not only Jamie was made a vassal of the North, but also the fact that he was married.
Tyrion liked Valeriya, as he spent hours in conversation with her following his arrival to Winterfell. "Her mind is as sharp as her blades. I approve of her brother," Tyrion had said of his sister-in-law.
But Tyrion knew that Tywin would be downright furious. As much as his father wanted to play 'The Rains of Castamere' on House Stark, there was nothing he could do. Tywin had disowned Jamie and had a new heir in Tyrin. Jamie, his wife and whatever children they would have would be forever out of his reach.
Benjen Stark, Ned's youngest brother, was also present, having made the trip to Winterfell from The Wall. In one hand, was a ceremonial hunting dagger. He stood beside his brother.
"Jamie Lannister," Benjen intoned. "Kneel."
Jamie complied. He took a knee before Ned, who began to recite the Oath of the Northern Lords.
"Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright in the eyes of the Gods, so they may love and favor you. Always speak the truth, even in the face of your own death. Protect the innocent and helpless, and do no wrong. That is your oath as a Lord of the North."
"An oath I will honor and obey," Jamie replied.
Ned turned to Benjen, who presented Jamie with the ceremonial dagger, complete with a lion's head etched into the blade. A symbol of his standing as a Lord of the North. Jamie accepted it and tucked it into his belt. Then Benjen backhanded him, drawing blood from his nose. As Ned told Jamie what to expect, he took the blow with grace. Catelyn winced as the blow made contact.
"And that is so you shall remember your oath," Ned added, while Jamie nursed his nose. "Jamie Lannister, rise a Lord of the North and be recognized by your peers."
As Jamie was congratulated by the other House Lords, Valeriya watched on with pride. "That went better than expected," she mused.
"Indeed, Lady Lannister," Cat said. "This is a very dangerous game that Ned is playing."
"In the game of thrones, you either win or perish. There is no middle ground," Valeriya replied. "Your lord husband sees potential in Jamie. The same potential that I saw in him when we served together with the Company. His honor and pragmatism is one of his more redeeming qualities."
It had bothered Cat, knowing that Jamie's wife was a warrior woman. But Valeriya was a devout follower of the Seven, and carried herself like a lady. The fact that Jon and Robb liked her was an added bonus.
As Jamie was accepted into the circle of Northern Lords, he understood the risks that Lord Stark were taking in allowing him to stay here.
Ned Stark had taken out a debt in making him a Lord of the North. And Lannisters always paid their debts.