Note: (27/8/2017). This story has long been in hiatus. I've picked it up again recently.

Nothing belongs to me, except for the changed plot elements from the original story of A Song of Ice and Fire.

This is a plot oriented story. Events similar to the original story won't be described in detail. Also, the story won't focus on many of the major fan favorite characters. As a result the chapters will be on the shorter side, never exceeding 5000 word limit.

The story is mostly based on the books, though I have picked up many of the show's plot changes. Hence it is posted under 'Game of Thrones'.

As the title says, it is a Stark centric story, walking along a tight rope to avoid fan service.

Earlier chapters and many in the middle are short. I now make it a point to write longer ones.

End of the note. Let's go!

Chapter 1

We have a wolf

"You should've seen the look on his face," said Rory. "The King looked like he would rip the first man apart he lays his hand on".

'Too bad the Kingslayer wasn't nearby,' Pyp couldn't help but think as he marched along with others. It would have been fun to see his smug face scraped off.

Rory and Pyp had been man at arms in the Crown army since the Greyjoy rebellion, and were among the Crown's mean who had travelled to Winterfell. They both had been witnesses to the great friendship between Lord Eddard Stark and the King. The two best friends had great respect for Robert Baratheon, their childhood hero, and Ned Stark, the dignity personified.

"But why did the Starks leave," asked Pyp, who still thought the whole thing bizzare as well as curious. He had never thought there could ever be a rift between the two great men(well the King not so much now). After all, they were almost like blood brothers. They grew up together as wards of the Eyrie, fought alongside each other in a great war that destroyed the ruling Targaryen dynasty, and had fought together again nine years ago.

"The prince said the Stark girl and the other boy hit him with sticks, and then set the wolf on him," Rory said, grinning all along. "They could not find the wolf, so the queen asked for the skin of other one."

Pyp swore under his breath. He had no love for the Lannisters at all, and the fact the Joffery was golden haired made it hard for Pyp to think of him as the Crown prince. The spolied brat looked more like the Kingslayer than the King.

"Stark asked the King to spare the wolf," Rory continued, "but he didn't budge. So Stark did the killing himself, then resigned as the Hand, packed his stuff and took everyone back to the North. The Crown prince bested by a little girl! What a sight it must have been." They had already crossed the Gods Eye lake, and were about 200 leagues away from the capital.

"So, the whole King's visit to Winterfell turned out to for nothing," Pyp remarked.

"Aye," replied Rory. "The King isn't even riding. Must be drinking twenty people's wine in that stupid wheelhouse. I bet the Queen must be loving that." Rory threw another grin at him.

"The Starks directly slighted the King by turning back though," Pyp said uncertainly.

"Oh bugger it," Rory laughed. "This isn't the end of their friendship. Remember what happened after the Sack of King's Landing. They got over that. They will live through this too."

"I guess you are right," Pyp said. "I won't worry about it. I bet they both would be cursing themselves for what happened."

They walked in silence for a while, and Pyp spoke again after thinking something, "I think it turned out for the better. I like the Starks, and they don't have a good history in the South."

"Mhmm," Rory nodded. "Cover for me will ya; I need to take a piss."

Here it is. A very short first chapter to tell what went down at the Trident in this fic. Ned Stark doesn't have a strong motivation to go to King's Landing like he had in the canon.

Next chapter will have major characters in it. Please read and review