Kings and Queens of Promise
Author Notes: This story is rated 'M' for mature for violence, sex, rape, torture, gore scenes, and incest. (I know Incest is wrong, but Game of Thrones is all about Incest, with the Targaryen and the Lannister's with most of the characters involved in incest in some way. I don't encourage it, but I'm writing it for the sake of fun of writing. Even Jon Snow (Aegon Targaryen VI) and Daenerys Targaryen are aunt-nephew and fucking one another. The story will surround Aegon Stark (Harry Potter) and his younger twin sister, Valeria Stark. It won't happen right away, however. It will develop after a certain event in the War of Five Kings. They will have a healthy non-incestual relationship during the early chapters.
I know in general, this is supposed to be under the 'Book' category in A Song of Ice and Fire, but I haven't read the books and only watch the TV shows; so, I don't know the difference between the show and the books. That's why it's under tv shows.
Harry Potter is 'reborn' as Aegon Stark. I have read other stories, not crossovers like this one, but similar stories where Harry is given a second chance in going to an alternate world to relieve his life with his family. One story I have read, which I think is very good, is Sacrificial Second Chances by NaruAndHarrHaremFan.
When he died against Voldemort, he was also the Master of Death; He took the Dark Lord down with him. Given his status as the Master of Death, Death offered him a second chance to live a new life away from the manipulations of Dumbledore.
Aegon Stark (Harry Potter) parents are Brandon Stark the heir to Winterfell and the North and Alysanne Targaryen the younger sister of Aerys Targaryen II 'The Mad King' and Rhaella Targaryen. When Alysanne began to blossom into womanhood, her older brother Aerys also began to lust after her as well. Rhaella, her older sister who was the sister-wife of Aerys, who beat and raped by her brother almost daily, was unwilling to let her sister become a victim under her brother and sent her to the one place she believed was out of her brother's reach. Using her position and power as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she forced the heir to Winterfell; Brandon Stark to marry her sister; because this was a royal command, Brandon Stark and his father Rickon Stark couldn't disobey it. The marriage at first was a stressful one, given the fact that Alysanne and Brandon hardly knew one another, but in time, Alysanne began to learn about the Northern culture they began to bond and start to love one another.
Two years into their marriage, Lyanna Stark was 'kidnap' by Alysanne Stark nephew, Rhaegar Targaryen. Rickon Stark and Alysanne husband Brandon Stark to King's Landing to have Lyanna return. Instead, the Mad King had both burn alive in the middle of the Throne room. Alysanne Stark was devastated by her brother killed her husband. She would remain in Winterfell during the war.
Unknown to Brandon Stark at the time, or the rest of the Starks', Alysanna was pregnant with twins. She, however, would be a widow as Robert Baratheon rebelled against the Iron Throne. The war wage for ten months, and Alysanne gave birth to her twins, the oldest being Aegon Stark, and the younger being Valeria Stark. She would die a few days later.
After Robert Baratheon learn of Aegon and Valeria's birth, he attempted to march north to kill them in their cribs. Only for Ned Stark, Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully to unite their armies and stood between Robert Baratheon the remnants of his armies. Unwilling to face his friends and mentor in battle, Robert Baratheon back down and retreated to King's Landing and proclaim himself as King of the Seven Kingdoms using his blood relations to the Targaryen to do so.
There will also be several OC characters in this that are my creations. Please enjoy
Aegon is pronounced 'Ay'gawn' (Or as 'Eg-gon')
Chapter 01: Winter is Coming
Harry Potter slowly opens his eyes as he attempts to adjust to the morning light around him. He groans as he sits upright and holds his head in his hand. His head felt like a hammer was repeatedly hitting it, but it was fading. Once his mind had clear, and his headache vanished he quickly looks around at his surroundings. For a moment he thought he was dreaming when he spoke to Death over the terms of his ordeal.
He fought Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts to a stalemate. Voldemort was more experience and a better duelist than Harry, but Harry was playing mind games with the Dark Lord, mocking him, throwing his mistakes in his faces which caused Voldemort to become disoriented and make mistakes and lose focus. The result, the two ended up killing one another, but Harry died with a smile knowing his greatest enemy was vanquished for good for there were no more Horcruxes to keep him alive.
The next thing Harry knew, as he was in the limbo, then Death came to him. Death offered him a deal because he was the 'Master of Death' she, Harry wasn't even sure Death had a gender as Death appeared as a female at the time, offered him a deal to be reborn again in a new world. Harry at first thought he would be able to relive his life. See his friends and love ones again. Death, however, denied him this request, saying his time in his world had come to an end. Instead, she offered to send him to another world, like his world but at the same time, very different. She told him the world would be facing great darkness soon and needed a champion to overcome the darkness. Death promise to grant him several 'gifts' as he lived in this new world. Harry agreed, for he was cursed to save people and couldn't stop himself when others were in need.
Harry looks around and could see that he was in a room he has no memory of, yet it held some familiarities to him. He quickly gets up and realizes he was in a night tunic and trousers. He quickly climbs out of bed and nearly fell over. He quickly stood up and realize he wasn't as tall as he was before. He gets up and looks at his hands and saw they were small indeed. He was young again, the question was, how long. For a moment he realizes he was only five years old. Harry didn't know how he knew this answer, only that he knew. Perhaps it was Death who had implanted the information in his head.
Harry puts his hands down and looks around the room again and could see it was large. It was just as big as the main bedroom in the Black Manor of Grimmauld Place. For him, for his small size, the room looked even bigger than normal. Harry could see a shelf full of books. Harry walks to it and could see it was full of history and other stories.
He looks around and under the window, was a dresser. On the dresser, was a sword. It was small, but it was laying there in perfect condition. Harry walks up to it and lifts it up. For him, it carried a bit of weight, but as he traces his fingers the edge, he realizes there was no sharpness, and the blade was merely dull. The word came to him inspiredly; sparring sword. Meant to practice with without cutting anything and to be used to practice with instead of a real sword. It could hurt someone, fracture some bones, but it couldn't kill or break any bones.
Harry knew very little of fighting with a sword and knew so much of ancient and medieval battles before the rise of the Industrial Age of his old world. Perhaps his most favorite was Robin Hood when he was a child. He also loved the Trojan War as well.
The door opens behind Harry, and Harry quickly turns to see a woman had entered with a bowl and wet cloth. She was surprised to see that Harry was in his bed, but rather standing with his sparring sword in hands. She had auburn hair that she had in a bun, with blue eyes. She wasn't a middle age woman, but rather a young woman, most likely in her mid-thirties. It took Harry a moment to realize this was Lady Catelyn Stark, the current wife to the Regent Lord of Winterfell, Lord Eddard 'Ned' Stark.
"You're awake," she said not hiding her surprise. "are you feeling better?" asks Lady Catelyn. It wasn't kindness, nor concern, but rather a question of curiosity.
Harry nods his head not sure how to respond.
She places the bowl on the dresser to his bed and walks over to him placing her hand on his head. She was surprised, but she tried to hide it.
"Maester Luwin said you wouldn't wake for several days. We feared your fever wouldn't go down," said Lady Catelyn in surprise.
"I'm fine," said Harry as puts his sword away. He wasn't surprised to hear his voice was different from before, but it still surprised him none the less.
It was clear this also was new to Lady Catelyn Stark as this was a new voice for her to hear as well. She, however, said nothing or commented on it. She said nothing to him as she looks at him. Finally, she turns and walks away, closing the door behind her leaving him alone once again.
It took Harry a moment to realize that Lady Catelyn Stark wasn't very fond of him. It was clear she didn't like him, but she also didn't dislike him either. At least it wasn't like Snape, who would show his bitter hatred of Harry because he was his father's son. Harry always hated how Snape would look at him and judge him for being James Potter's son. So, it was a bit better than before. Harry both hated Snape for his treatment of him but respected him for protecting him from the shadows. Harry looks at his sparring sword again, and he realizes this was given to him to him by Lord Stark on his last 'name day'. Which was another word for'birthday.'
Harry puts the sparring sword back and quickly walks over the mirror. He quickly stands on the stool show he could see himself and was surprised by his appearance. He skilled had his jet-black hair, though it was no longer wild and untamed. Instead, it was long and streak. His skin tone was much the same, white with some signs of being pale. It was his eyes that was the greatest change. They were no longer emerald green like his 'mother' Lily Evans. They were dark purple. Harry nearly leap back and jump away from the sight of his new eyes, yet he holds back and refrains from doing so. He no longer needed glasses, that was a blessing, given how terrible his old eyesight was without glasses. It took Harry a moment to realize he was able to see even better than with his glasses. Almost like everything was in High Definition for him. Harry was beginning to wonder just how good his eyesight was.
He jumps down and sits on his bed, trying to recap the information Death had given him. She didn't tell him much about what this darkness that was coming was, only that it was an 'enemy' of life and death itself. He wished he had a wand, at least. If not the Elder Wand than at least his phoenix wand. Death denied him this request, saying he couldn't bring anything physical with him. That meant he couldn't' bring any of his properties, broom, or the Deathly Hallows with him.
The old Aegon, the original before Harry took over, wanted to create the greatest dynasty since his ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror created the Targaryen Dynasty.
There hasn't been a war in nearly five years since Robert Baratheon defeated the Targaryen Dynasty and seized the Iron Throne and proclaim himself 'king.'
Harry began to realize that he had information, known to be more accurate, in his head about medieval tactics, warfare, and siege tactics and weapons. He knew so much, but as Death told him, he would have to learn, study and train. He was given some gifts as well; kinesthetic body, memory, concentration, perception, logical thinking, and spirit. All he had to do was study and train, for the more he did so, the better he would become. Death told him these gifts wouldn't just manifest immediately, and he had to work hard to improve himself. Death also told him, these gifts would also be bestowed on his younger twin sister, as she shared link blood with him.
Harry goes to his bed and reflects the memories he had as well as the information Death had given him to understand his new world. As he reflects on his knowledge, he knew he wasn't truly safe. Not from Robert Baratheon. For as long as he had Targaryen blood in his veins, he was a constant threat to the Iron Throne. The only thing that would appease Robert Baratheon would be to put his head on a spike to ensure he couldn't make a claim for the Iron Throne or force him to take the 'Black,' to ensure he couldn't be a threat to his claim.
Harry knew he was going to have to train, and he was going to have to train hard.
Harry was wondering if he did have some curse on him. In his original world, his parents were murder when he was a year old. He holds no memory of them, only seeing them in pictures, hearing others talk about them, and seeing memories of them, but he had no real relationship with them and knew they loved him that they gave up their lives to defend him. In this world, his father was burned alive by his uncle, and his mother died in childbirth for delivering twins. She lived long enough to name them both but wouldn't live to see them live.
As the son of Brandon Stark, he was the Heir to Winterfell. His cousin, Robb Stark, was second in line.
Harry signs and realizes he couldn't reflect long on his memories and realize the sooner he began to train, the better he would be. He also knew he would have to raise an army just in case Robert Baratheon decided to march North to put his head on a spike. It wouldn't be soon, but it would happen around ten years from now if he lived that long. For he knew at fifteen, Robert Baratheon would see him as a grave threat for the Iron Throne. Only at five years old, he seriously doubts he would be able to raise an army. He also was the official Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. That right and power still rested with Lord Eddard Stark, even if he was Regent Lord. He seriously doubts Lord Eddard Stark would agree to raise an army. For one, he was friends with Robert Baratheon; the second was there was no current danger right now from anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. Harry knew he wouldn't have to be honest in getting the army he needed to defend himself from Robert Baratheon. Instead, he would have to divert his reasons from raising an army. Until he could do so, he was going to train, as he should have done against Voldemort and not blindly trust Dumbledore.
Harry sighs knowing he would have to start soon. He gets up and quickly heads to his wardrobe where he could see several outfits. They were typical for winter or at least for cold weather. Thick and heavy coated, Harry feels and realize these clothes were meant to keep in body heat to keep the body warm.
Harry quickly puts on his outfit, choosing a dark one that was black or a very dark blue. After Harry puts on his outfit, he steps back on the stool to look at his mirror to see how he looked. It wasn't his robes he uses to wear, but he could see it look very good on himself. He even likes the look and could see some similarities between his robes and the northern outfits. He could get used to wearing these clothes as it felt like robes.
A knock on his door cause Harry to turn to his bedroom door as it opens and a young girl walks in. She had long blonde-silvery hair, that was long and straight with a bit of a shine to it. She also had dark purple eyes like Harry. Harry was deeply impressed and for a moment thought she was an elf from all the pictures from Lord of the Rings series he seen as a child when he looks at her. It took him a moment to realize this was his new younger twin sister, Valeria Stark. Unlike Lady Catelyn Stark, who wore a more ladylike dress, Valeria had a more tomboy appearance.
"You're awake," said Valeria in surprise. "I thought Lady Catelyn was lying when she said you were up and about. You were sick, Maester Luwin said you could have passed."
"Maybe I have a God watching over me," said Harry knowing that this was Death doing.
Valeria took note that her brother's voice appeared somewhat different. Harry knew this was most likely because he was using his voice but old Aegon's voice as well, as the voices were merging into one. It was to be expected, as two voices had to merge into one for the body to work.
Apparently, because of his 'illness,' his voice had changed no one was taking notice. It was as if it was accepted because he was very sick.
"Lord Stark wishes to speak to you if you're well enough to speak to him in the courtyard," said Valeria.
Harry or Aegon nods his head.
He turns and walks out with his sister towards the courtyard, even though he's never seen the castle or new the grounds, he seemed to know his way around.
Aegon walks on the balcony where Lord Eddard Stark was watching his son Robb Stark and his bastard son Jon Snow spar with one another as the Master-at-Arms Ser Rodrik Cassel was overseeing their spar as well as giving both advice. Correctly their mistakes and flaws. Lady Catelyn was standing beside her husband.
"Lord Stark," said Aegon as he makes his presence known before the Regent Lord of Winterfell.
Lord Stark turned to look at his nephew and had a smile on his face.
"I heard you recover from illness; I happy. Maester Luwin said you could pass. Are you well enough to train, or would you like to rest some more?" asks Lord Stark.
"Ned, he just got better, training is the last thing…" began Lady Catelyn.
"I want to train," said Aegon before Lady Catelyn could finish, knowing the sooner he trains, the better he would be. Lady Catelyn looks at him in surprise.
Lord Stark looks at his nephew carefully, as if wondering if it was wise to let him train after he recovers from being in bed. Slowly he nods his head.
"If you feel sick, woozy, or anything is wrong, I want you to stop right way and see Maester Luwin," said Lord Stark.
Aegon nods his head. He walks downs the stairs to watch his cousins sparring with one another. They both had a sparring sword and a shield as they attempt to defeat one another. Aegon quickly jumps on a barrel and sits down, watching closely and listening to the Master at Arms instructions. Aegon knew he would need to learn as much as he could. Neither Robb nor Jon was able to best one another. Aegon watches knowing that soon he would be up.
Aegon felt his senses coming to him at once and quickly rolls headfirst into the ground as a sword swings at him. Aegon turns to see Valeria standing there and holding a sparring sword in her hand. She had a smile on her, though she was slightly disappointed, mostly because she didn't hit him. Aegon looks at his younger twin sister as she attacks him with her sparring sword.
Valeria swings again, and Aegon easily dodges it, avoiding her attacks as she keeps on him, determined to hit him. Aegon quickly grabs her wrist as she swings and quickly flips her over causing her to land in the mud on her back. Her long silver-blonde hair was now brown with muck. Aegon quickly rolls over and quickly pins Valeria in the mud making her unable to move or get up. Valeria attempts to get up, but Aegon held her down with his mere body weight; which was only slightly heavier than his sister.
Robb and Jon whoop as Lord Stark could be seen smiling. They were enjoying the twins messing around as they roll around in the mud.
Nine Years Later
At fourteen years of age, Aegon Stark was getting closer and closer to adulthood. Aegon was no fool and was intelligent enough to know that those in King's Landing, those who resent any with Targaryen blood, would now see he and his sister as a threat to the Iron Throne. Aegon knew this when he was merely five years old. For the time being, as long as Lord Eddard Stark was the Regent Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, the Iron Throne wouldn't touch them. Aegon and Valeria were getting older, and Robert Baratheon's greatest fear was when they become of age, they would claim their right to the Iron Throne, which could lead to another war.
That is why when after the Greyjoy's failed rebellion five years ago, they asked their guardian Lord Stark to not only receive more training in military tactics but also in the art of war. Seeing how serious his nephew and niece were in mastering the sword. Another factor they used was the right to raise a militant, a group of volunteers to deal with the increasing wildlings roaming the North. Lord Stark sent a letter to the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon for permission to raise a militant to deal with the increasing numbers of wildlings that were attacking their settlements. He explains the people and Lords were getting unrested and if he didn't do something soon, he could face a revolt.
Lord Stark was wise enough not to mention Aegon and Valeria would be leading this militant. He knew the King, Robert Baratheon would march forward with his armies to crush the 'Targaryen Restoration' before it could happen.
So a week later, when the Hand of the King Jon Arryn gave the King's blessing to raise a militant to deal with the wildlings. They, however, were only allowed to raise a force of ten thousand men.
Lord Stark gave the good news to his niece and nephew and immediately sent word to someone he knew would help them raise the militant. Ser Tobin Rane, The Bronze Knight, one of the Targaryen's most loyal knights. When Aegon and Valeria learned who he was, they were baffled beyond comprehension to believe this legendary knight was still alive. He was considered by many, even by Rhaegar himself to be one of the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms.
He was one of the few best knights during Robert's Rebellion. He was capable of fighting and even defeating Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Rober Baratheon, Ser Jaime Lannister, Ser Barristan Selmy, Ser Gregory Hightower, and even Ser Arthur Dayne. He was considered to be one of the top five fighters in all of Westeros.
Ser Rodrick Cassel taught them well but Ser Tobin Rane taught them even better. With their skills Ser Tobin Rane had them spar against him. Which was a challenge, he was experience and a veteran knight who has seen dozens of battles. The twins were either knock on the ground on their arses or had their weapons knock out of their hands.
They quickly sought volunteers, and it was easy. Aegon and Valeria were promising pay, food, and even shelter for those that join their militant.
In a two years time, they quickly gathered a force of a hundred and twenty thousand strong. Only sixty-eight thousand volunteers were warriors. The rest were mostly either, Stewarts, Builders, and Healers. Ser Tobin Rane taught them well. It got to the point they were no longer a mere militant force, but an actual army.
Aegon and Valeria were smart to keep their army nowhere near any castle or settlement. Instead, they kept their armies in the Wolfswood, at an abandon Crofter's village. There was a nice encampment about a mile from Deepwood Motte, just under the mountain, and hidden by the forest. Ser Tobin Rane has lived there since Robert's Rebellion, told them it was a perfect place to raise an army. The mountains were natural fortifications, there was a stream of fresh water not too far from them, and no one came near this area.
One reason why they spent so much time with their militant and not in Winterfell was that Valeria had trouble with their cousin Sansa; Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark's second child. Sansa looked down upon Valeria for choosing to wield a sword. She felt it was unladylike. She kept calling Valeria a 'barbarian,' and a girl who was no better than the wildlings. Valeria didn't take this well and called Sansa a spoiled little bitch. It didn't take them long to get into a fight. Valeria naturally won every one of them, as Sansa didn't know the first thing about fighting. So she did the only thing that seemed rational at the time, she cried to her father.
Lord Stark attempted to play peacemaker between his daughter and niece, but the mutual dislike between them was strong. While he attempted to be neutral, Lord Stark did lean more to his daughter's side over his niece. Valeria didn't dislike her uncle for this, but rather spend as much time as possible away from Winterfell to stay away from Sansa.
In truth, it was the perfect solution given the fact that Sansa Stark and Valeria Stark had different personalities, so they were unable to get along.
Today they had come home to oversee Bran practice the bow. Aegon and Valeria, of course, had gathered to help Bran practice; this was also a good excuse to avoid Sansa, given the fact that she would be with Septa Mordane, most likely in her sewing lessons, which cause the two cousins to once again not see each other.
"Patience Bran," said Aegon as Bran nocks an arrow on his bow. He was getting impatient and missing his mark too many times; this was a common mistake, only fire shots you know you can hit. That is the lesson Ser Tobin Rane taught them. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. That was the lesson. It got to the point where Aegon and Valeria would compete over who could release the most arrows in the short amount of time.
"Slow your breathing, and just focus on the center," said Valeria.
"Go on, father is watching," said Jon as he places his hands on Bran's shoulder to give him some comfort. Bran looks up to see Lord Stark on the balcony watching closely; as was Lady Catelyn Stark who was beside him. Bran gives a small to his parents. "and your mother."
Bran aims carefully with his bow and releases the arrow; only for it to sail off to the side off its target. Jon, Robb, Aegon, and Valeria along with Rickon couldn't hold back their laughter at Bran's failed attempt to shoot the bow.
"And which one of you was a marksman at the age of ten?" said Lord Stark to the children of Winterfell. This cause all five of them stop laughing, knowing it was no joke given the fact it took them nearly three years to master the bow. "Keep practicing Bran," said Lord Stark as he gives Bran an encouraging smile. "go on."
"Don't think too much, Bran," said Jon as he whispers down in Bran's ear to give him some advice to calm him down.
Aegon who was leaning back on the pole was watching closely. Aegon remembers when he and his sister Valeria were attempting to master the bow at the age of ten; even if it was four years ago. They would practice every day to master the bow.
"Relax your bow arm," said Robb to his younger brother.
Bran was focused as he aims carefully. Aegon could see he was wasting too much timing. Then again, it was his first day practicing the bow. It will take him some time to master the bow.
To everyone's surprise, an arrow hits the center causing all of them to turn around to see Arya Stark holding a bow in her hands. She takes a bow with a large smile. Bran drops his bow and arrow and chases his younger sister as she takes off giggling as Bran attempts to climb over the fence to get his sister.
"Get her Bran!" shouted Robb as they all laugh and cheer.
Aegon smiles as he steps forward and picks up the bow and arrow. He hands it to Jon and looks up towards where Lord Stark was standing. Aegon smile falls as he sees Ser Rodrick Cassel speaking to Lord Stark. Something has happened that made him have a serious face.
Lady Catelyn was displeased as she turns to look down upon them. She makes eye contact with Aegon, and her face hardens. It wasn't hated or malice, but rather a simple dislike.
She was never really warm to him. Unlike Aunt Petunia, who merely took him in bitterly when his parents died, Lady Catelyn did help raise them, but she didn't exactly like them. She knew her children would never inherit Winterfell or the North. Aegon was first in line, then his sister. Robb, even if he was the same age, was third in line, or until Aegon and Valeria had children.
Aegon looks down and makes eye contact with his sister Valeria; she had a raised eyebrow, clearly asking her brother what was going on. Aegon had no answer, but they gave Jon the last of the arrows and walk away.
Aegon and Valeria got along with Jon, Robb, and Arya. They did get along with Bran and Rickon but spent more time with Jon and Robb. They also enjoyed spending time with Arya, who was taking after her cousin in learning the art of war more than being a lady. They, however, did have trouble with Sansa, as Valeria calls her a stuck up royal bitch. Robb knew he wasn't going to be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, he never the less, loved and respected his cousins. He also showed he wasn't interested in being the Lord of Winterfell. Robb also hinted he had no desire to get married off in some political marriage. Aegon and Valeria respected that, and promise when they ruled Winterfell; he could marry anyone he wanted as well as promising to appointed Robb their heir until one of them had children.
Aegon and Valeria quickly straddle their horse with Jon and Robb, Brann was also coming. The guards had captured a deserter from the Night's Watch, and desertion meant death by beheading.
They quickly rode with Lord Stark towards one of the execution platforms. It took them several hours to reach their destinations. They could see several Stark bannermen already waiting there with a member of the Nightwatch who had his hands tied behind his back.
Aegon could see the brother of the Night's Watch mumbling under his breath. Aegon climbs off his horse and quickly holds the rings.
Lord Eddard Stark stood by the execution block as the guardsmen brought the deserter before the Warden of the North.
"I know I broke my oath, I know I am a deserter. I should have returned to the wall, I should have warned them. People need to know. I know what I saw, and I saw the White Walkers," he said.
Aegon who was listening was very surprised by this. The White Walkers were an old children's story meant to frighten them when the Long Night came the Walkers came with it, killing all they came across and turning them into their wrights. Undead thralls meant to scout and fight for the Walkers behalf. The Walkers, however, haven't been seen in over eight thousand years, not since the Wall was built by Bran the Builder, the founder, and father of House Stark.
Lord Stark nods his head, and the guards place him down on his needs and his head first. The deserter didn't even attempt to resist and had his head bowed as Lord Stark starts the execution. When Lord Stark had finished, he swings his family heirloom greatsword, Ice down and took the deserters head off.
Author Notes: I hope everyone enjoys. I hope this was better written too. I hope it wasn't too much rush. Please tell me what you all think, please like and review. Suggestions are welcome! More details to come.