This story is AU, where Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark have 6 Children instead of 5, 7 including Jon Snow.
AGES
Robb Stark (Born 283AC)
Jon Snow (Born 283AC)
Baelor Stark (Born 284AC)
Sansa Stark (Born 286AC)
Arya Stark (Born 289AC)
Bran Stark (Born 291AC)
Rickon Stark (295AC)
Daenerys Targaryen (Born 284AC)
Viserys Targaryen (Born 276AC)
Year at the start of Game of Thrones is 298AC. Making Baelor Stark 14 Years old.
VARYS
Vary's looked upon his prisoner with such contempt and utter disgust that any who knew the normally calm and stoic man would ask what had occurred that had made him react in such a negative way, for such an expression had never be seen on the powdery white face of King Landing's very own Master of Whispers.
Varys himself was quite disturbed at his own reaction to a person he himself had become quite fond of, though given his colored past it was only right that he would react strongly to the fact that the one thing he truly despised and hated above all else was bound in chains, not 4 feet from where he stood. Knowing that his anger would only affect his judgment, he stood silent for a few moments, his body unmoving as he cleared his mind of anger and ill thoughts, a trick he had learned whilst traveling in the Free Cities. Wrapping his billowy robe around him, he knelt on the cold dungeon floor and sat upon the ground, his small piercing eyes surveying the unconscious form of his captive.
His prisoner was young, between 14 to 15 years of age; he had a handsome, if somewhat long, face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a headful of short messy brown hair. His tall muscular frame lay upon the cold black floor, tightly bound with chains of heavy iron in order to prevent his escape.
Magic. That was the reason he had taken the great risk of capturing the King's nephew in all but blood, not only risking his position on the small council but his very life as well, both of which he had no interest in losing. Baelor Stark was the name of his guest, third-eldest son of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark, and foster son of King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, and the reason for playing prisoner to the Master of Whispers was that said person had been caught practicing the evil and vile thing that is Magic.
Varys' fear of Magic ran deep, stemming from his youth when his manhood was taken from him and used in a Blood Magic ritual, rendering him for all intents and purposes a eunuch. It was this fear that made him act in such hasty and uncharacteristic way, kidnapping one of the very few people in Kings Landing that could end in his head becoming separated from his shoulders.
Although the young Stark was an honorable, charismatic and kind young man, a man who whose conversations and genial manner Varys deeply enjoyed, it wasn't enough to let him get away unquestioned and unscathed. No matter how much he liked Baelor, it was up to him to find out the nature of his magic and to see whether or not it posed a threat to himself and the realm, for it was these two things that he sought to protect above all else.
Knowing he had little time before questions of Baelor's whereabouts arose, and seeing as he was going to get no answers from the unconscious form of his prisoner, he gathered his purple silk gown in his hands, gazed once again upon the prone, unmoving form of Eddard Stark's son, before closing the heavy iron door and made his way back to chambers, the sound of his slippers non-existent on the stone floor.
BAELOR
Baelor awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was that his head felt as if it had been trampled by a heard of horses, and the second being that his body was wrapped from head to toe in thick heavy chains. He moved from side to side and wiggled this way and that in order to escape his confines', and found to his dismay that the chains were securely in place. After trying a few more times and still not having loosened the chains at all, he decided to give up on trying to break free and decided to inspect his surroundings.
He appeared to be in a small room made entirely of black rock, there was no window s and the only source of light was the small slither that appeared through the door. Based on the fact that he had never before seen this room, a feat which was near impossible as he had explored the castle from top to bottom, meaning he must have been in one of the many secret rooms located beneath the Red Keep.
He didn't know why he was being held captive, or by whom, but he knew that whoever it was that had had the gall to kidnap him, and from his own chamber no less, would pay dearly when his foster father found out that he was missing.
Whoever had kidnapped him must have had a purpose, for ransom would be the obvious choice, him being the child of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, as well as the King's foster child, would draw a very large ransom indeed. Having spent so many years in King's Landing, that nothing was as it seemed and no one could be trusted. It was times like this, that he wondered if it was such a good idea coming to the capital to be fostered in the first place.
He remembered how he had begged his father to write to King Robert in order to arrange for him to be fostered at Kings Landing, a place where he could get out from under his sibling's shadows, learn the ways of the world, and also learn to become a knight. His father and mother had flat-out refused him, stating that Kings Landing was no place for a Stark, a sentiment that derived from the death of his Uncle Brandon and Grandfather Rickard at the hands of the Mad King, Aerys Targaryen.
After making the case that he wasn't heir to Winterfell and as such stood to inherit nothing. That becoming a knight would be a noble cause in life and would help secure his future and hopefully someday a wife. This course of action didn't appease his lady mother, who no matter the reason didn't want one of her sons traveling to a destination so far from Winterfell. especially for such a long period of time. In the end, he was able to persuade his father into seeing the benefit of having a son who was versed in the courtly manners of the south, two months later he found himself and a contingent of Stark guards on the long journey to his home.
His life in the capital had been interesting, to say the least. Upon arriving at King's Landing his foster father had provided him with a large spacious chamber to the east of Maegor's Holdfast, and after settling in he was formally introduced to the King and Queen, and also the rest of the royal family. Life at King's Landing slowly developed into routine, every week he would be tutored in History, Economics, Astrology, Medicine, Reading, Writing and Languages (his chosen language was Dothraki, a language he found both interesting and easy to grasp), he would then spend good part of his day under the tutelage of the resident Sergeant-at-Arms as he learned to develop his skills with sword, bow, and spear.
Baelor was shaken out of his thoughts by the rattling of steel; it appeared as if his captor had finally returned. Finally, he was going to find out the reason for his imprisonment, a fact he was very interested in finding out.
He listened as the unlocking of the heavy iron door could be heard, followed by the squeaking of the hinges, his eyes squinted in the darkness as tried to make out the hooded figure that appeared before him. His eyes widened as his captor's torch came into view, illuminating the face of someone he had least expected.
