I know. I know I said I was done, that I wouldn't post another story until ones finished.

What Is Dead May Never Die and The Falcon Flies High are almost finished. Long May They Reign is following right behind them if I focus on it.

This one is one I was requested to do sometime after A Song of Iron and Steel was finished, that was a LONG time ago.

A what if where Hoster Tully and Minisa's stillborn and dead sons survived. Two older and one younger right after Edmure Tully. Tristan Tully (born 262), Edmyn (265 Same as Cat, they are twins), and Axel (in 271).

The story will start around the year 281 AC a week before the Tourney of Harrenhal was announced. This makes Tristan 21 (his name day just passed), Edmyn 17 (he'll be 18 in two months) and Axel is 11 (born in the same month as Tristan and will be 12 in a fortnight).

Alright, no more from me, pleas enjoy!


Chapter 1: Three Stars Shine Once More


Hoster I

In the Godswoods of Riverrun, a father walked the lengths of the gardens with his children.

There were six in total. A boy twenty and one, a pair of twins the age of seventeen, another girl of sixteen, a boy of thirteen and the last being the age of eleven. They all varied in hair length but shared the auburn color and clear blue eyes of their House.

The Lord of Riverrun was a man named Hoster Tully, head of House Tully and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. His son and heir, Tristan had returned home from his time in the Vale for his twenty-first name-day. His son is a man now and can come home and start his duties in helping him rule the Riverlands.

"You all wonder why I've brought you all together?" Hoster turned and his children nodded. "I have grand plans for this House, I have grand plans for my sons and daughters, one has already begun her part." Catelyn smiled proudly, her twin brother nudged her a little with a smirk.

Years ago when Cat was eight, he arranged her future marriage to Brandon Stark, the future heir to Winterfell.

You see, there aren't many maidens for his sons within the Seven great families. He wanted his second daughter married to Lord Tywin's heir, Jaime, that was until the boy was named to the Kingsguard a fortnight. When Tywin still wanted the alliance, he beamed at the thought of his heir marrying Cersei Lannister, a true beauty from what is heard. Instead, Tywin slights him by offering up his impish son for his Lysa, he has since cut ties with the Lord of Casterly Rock.

There is House Greyjoy across to the Iron Islands. He thought that his daughter could wed Quellon's heir but the fool was already married. Victarion and Euron were available but he didn't trust them upon meeting the boys at Seagard.

The Reach's Lord, Mace Tyrell has two sister's, unmarried and looking, Mina and Janna are said to be beautiful. He was also thinking about offering Lysa to Mace's young son, Willas Tyrell, he hopes for good things.

In the Stormlands, Robert is currently betrothed to Lyanna Stark, only daughter of Rickard Stark. Stannis Baratheon is his daughter's age and unmarried at the moment.

The Last is House Martell of Dorne. Prince Doran has a daughter around eight or nine. A good match for his eldest if things with the Tyrells don't go through but an even better match for Edmure or Axel.

If not any of these, there is Lord Whent's daughter, Jeyne. She'll be 16 in a month. Lord Hightower has some girls for his sons in the Reach, Leyla Hightower and Malora are of age, suitable brides for Tristan and Edmyn. The Vale of Arryn is care, little prospect for his sons but plenty of unmarried sons and heirs to Houses.

The North has maids, he found a match for his eldest daughter, it should be easy to find brides for his sons. Dacey and Alysane, nieces of Lord Jeor Mormont who, from some rumors is leaving to join the Night's Watch soon, his son and heir Jorah will be Lord of Bear Island. Berena Hornwood is also eligible, Donella Manderly too and both women are of age and around Tristan's age.

"What is your plans, father?" Tristan asked him, his tone curious and ready to hear him. Tristan was always dutiful, always obedient and filial.

Edmyn is another story, entirely. The boy was wild, boisterous and prideful, oft had he caught the boy bullying others where his twin is sweet, gentle and king though sharp of tongue, Cat never minced words.

Lysa is a dreamer, looking at her he is reminded of when she pledged to the entire feast hall that she'd marry Petyr Baelish, a young ward he had taken in as a favor for a friend.

Edmure and Axel, well, there is still time to figure out who they will be like. They are still boys, and boys must grow to be men.

"I received this, today. It is from your uncle Walter Whent." He told his children and unrolled the letter, "Having Harrenhal grants him plenty of wealth, with that wealth he has declared to hold a tourney within Harrenhal. It is already said to be a grand spectacle." He added and Tristan was curious, Edmyn was excited, Edmure and Axel are mixed with a bit of both.

"You want us to attend, father?" He nodded to Edmyn's question.

"There will be hundreds of noble men and women coming to this tourney, all from prestigious families. Ladies and Lords of import to befriend and mingle with." He wants his children to see what prospects are out there. "Lord Brandon, his brothers, and sister are coming today, I want you, Tristan, Lysa and Edmure and Axel to go and meet any of these ladies or lords, get a measure of them and come back with ideas. Catelyn, you may go too, to get to know Brandon a little better." His eldest daughter nodded.

"If it pleases you, father, I would remain home as I am feeling sick." He nodded, Cat has never enjoyed long journeys, she'd prefer to stay home rather than leave Riverrun.

"Father?" After his children left, he was in his solar when he was greeted by Lysa.

"Lysa, please, what is the matter, child?" He watched his daughter close the door and enter, "I wanted to speak to you, about Petyr- "By the Seven, he never hears this enough nowadays. He cut his daughter off as she tried to bring this up once more.

"I said that matter was closed. Lysa, he is not a high-lord, his House is lesser, vassals to a minor Vale family. He is no fit husband for you." Jaime Lannister was the one husband for his little girl, but then the boy was knighted and later named to the Kingsguard.

Lysa huffed in irritants, "I love him, is your daughter's happiness not a priority to your ambitions?" It is not. Marrying someone of low birth such as Petyr would be a mark on his House, his daughter's happiness can easily be secured when she is given to a husband that can give her everything she ever needs, not some small keep at the tips of the Fingers.

"Lysa, listen when I say that the matter is closed. I will hear no more of marriage or Petyr Baelish unless you want him sent home, now go and prepare to welcome Lord Brandon and his siblings." He stared down with Lysa for a moment before his daughter conceded and stormed away, "By the Seven, this girl will be the death of me."

Tristan I (two days later)

Tristan Tully. Heir to Riverrun and next head of House Tully was in the training yard with Brandon Stark.

This is the first time meeting Brandon Stark. The only one to meet him was his father when he traveled to stay with Lord Stark a few years ago.

"You fight hard, built too." Brandon complimented and he smiled, nodded at the heir to Winterfell's words.

Tully men wen were always well fed, well built and muscled. He stood at least 6'3, he keeps his red hair tied back into a bun. His eyes, as some depicted of him as having a steel-blue color. Brandon wasn't much taller than him, handsome and not at all shy when eyeing his sister for the first time when he and his party arrived at Riverrun.

He considers himself more reserved than most, he puts a priority on trust and loyalty which is opposite to his brother, Edmyn who is brash, a compulsive liar no matter how small his tales are and is unpredictable, even as a child one had to watch him in the case that one doesn't become a victim of his pranks. He does adore Lysa and Catelyn, though. Yes, his brother is rather protective of them all and it doesn't bother them as much as he does to Edmure or Axel.

Edmyn doesn't try his foolishness on him, though, he never tolerated his brothers bullying of some of the servants, especially their ward, Baelish.

"You as well, Lord Brandon, you fight well." Well? The man fights like he is battling three of the Kingsguard at once. "That skill is what is needed to be with my sister, she needs a good protector." He spoke honestly, Brandon smiled widely and chuckled.

"She'll have no better sword to protect her and our children. I will fight tooth and nail for my family." He'll remember those words, that is until Brandon forgets it as it is too early to trust him. "I must say, Lord Tristan, your Riverlands is much like the North." Is it? Maybe that is why his father made this marriage pact.

"I did not think so, our lands aren't vast as your rolling hills and mountains." Brandon gave him a look.

"Ah, You might not have hills or mountains, but you have forests, you have bogs and rivers. And it's wild, just like the North. The first living thing I saw passing by that blasted Crossing was a wolf. Wilderness and villages, just like home." He listened to Brandon talk and fight, he parried each strike and hit with his own only for Brandon to defend.

"I can see your point." His response was short, his also bested Brandon the moment the Wild Wolf saw his sister and Lady Lyanna walking in. "A warrior always keeps his guard up, Lord Brandon." He teased as his training sword pointed on Brandon's neck, the heir to Winterfell barked out a booming laugh.

"Your sister is a true beauty, Tristan. I am very grateful to be chosen to have her." He better be, or else his sister will have been misplaced and he didn't like thinking of that. "I would have bought a gift for her, but Lord Frey's toll was a large sum, and no small gift would have been enough." He felt bad for the Wild Wolf, Lord Frey was always good at getting gold or any compensation from weary travelers looking to cross their bridge.

"Lord Walder forgets himself. But, a man has to make some coin, especially for a man with so many children." Brandon laughed in agreement, he smirked with him.

"Aye, what a rats brood he has. When meeting him, the old ferret was pushing his daughters on my unwed brothers, though, there were a few that were somewhat pretty, even Lord Frey's young wife." He can agree, there were one or two daughters that seemed likable without that ferret face.

His brother, as shameful as it is has been intimate with Lythene Frey's daughter, Elyana Vypren. She is a pretty thing, but his father wouldn't suggest marriage to her, especially since she is betrothed to Ser Jon of House Wylde.

Before he could speak a word, his sister approached them with a shy expression on her face. "Brother, might I steal my betrothed for a walk through the gardens?" He sighed with a light smile, kissing his sister on the head before nodding.

"Lead on, sister, I have to go see father and uncle Brynden anyhow." He watched Cat link her arm with Brandon's after the man handed him the training blade.

He began heading for his father's solar, it was where he was told to meet them.

Along the way, he found possibly his best friend leaning against a wall watching the river. "Ned." He greeted his friend who smiled and embraced him.

His time in the Vale has given him plenty of time to befriend Elbert Arryn, Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon. The three were his childhood since he left home at ten. It was Ned who taught him how to ride, he had plenty of good times with the second-born son of Rickard Stark.

Robert, as well. The heir to Storm's End was as wild as his second brother and prone to getting close with the castle servant girls and one highborn lady. Robert also loved to fight, gods, that man will be a monster on the battlefield whenever a war comes to Westeros, especially with how he holds that Warhammer of his.

Elbert was much like his uncle, reserved and honorable. He also has a temper, especially when he is insulted.

"Robert sends his regards, friend, he'll be at Harrenhal for this tourney." He expects that, Robert never missed a tourney, never missed a chance to hold a lance or throw around his hammer as unprepared men.

"Well, I am sure we'll see much excitement in the near future." He told Ned who silently agreed with him, the man was one of few words and that is one thing he liked about Ned. "Well, I shall not keep you. Enjoy Riverrun, friend, we'll be akin as brothers before long, you'll be seeing these walls a lot." He told his friend who chuckled.

"You must come and see Winterfell, some time, Tristan. It is a peaceful place, especially with your headaches." Aye, he's had the damn things for quite some time, since he was eight and usually he has the Maester administer a tonic for it, but when he doesn't have it the headaches can get bad and make him quite ornery.

"I shall keep that under thoughts, good day, Quiet Wolf." He told Ned and went on his way.

His father and uncle were a little annoyed that he kept them waiting, but, he more or less believes it is the two men's tolerance of one another.

Edmyn I

He groaned and toppled atop of Elyana. She laughed and wrapped him in her arms, he did the same and kissed her upon the lips.

"Gods, I missed this. I missed you, what kept you?" He asked her and the Vypren half-Frey beauty turned to him and rolled her eyes.

"It was my husband to be. He came to visit and I couldn't get away to be here, my father was furious." Of course, Lord Lucias would be furious, yet his daughter is his paramour and lover.

If Lucias would have his way, then he'd be Elyana's betrothed and future husband, not some man nearing thirty in the Stormlands. Besides, he is comfortable with this arrangement, meeting with no responsibilities, no family and no worries. Unless Elyana has a child by him, it would be a first, the first bastard of House Tully.

"My father will catch us if we stay here, I'll see you back out of here and home." He told her and she pouted, he sighed and rolled his eyes and kissed one of her eyes. "Fine, just a while longer, now come here." She laughed and gingerly kissed him on the lips, it soon turned full and he basked in the pleasures.

His brother calls him wild, but what does he know? He loves what he loves and hates what he hates. But Tristan the Good-Son? He blindly follows fathers every word and order, never thinking about his own desires and ambitions.

Not him, he is a second son, a spare. He has no obligations and neither does Ed and Axel. They could go out there and do something, be someone, they could start a mercenary company like the Golden Company or the Wolf Pack. He can be a knight of renown or a voyager going to the ends of the world.

Tristan can remain here, being their father's lapdog whilst he gets fame and glory in this world.

"I think, I am falling in love with you." He heard Elyana say in her sleep, it shocked him and he laid there wide-eyed and surprised.

Maybe he loves her as well, but his love is life, that he can breathe, he can fight, and when he chooses to do so, he will die. He smiled and brought her in close with his right arm, she snuggled up and smiled, wrapping her own arm around him.

They still have this moment, at least, and he can treasure it to the last minute, every last second, even.

Axel I (three days later)

Axel was smiling and laughing, playing swords with Benjen and Edmure in the courtyard.

Brandon, Eddard, and his two brothers were watching. Lady Lyanna was there, too, her presence making him blush whenever he laid eyes on her grey eyes.

He fancies her, she is kind and adventurous just like Edmyn, Edmure and him. They went riding yesterday, racing around with Benjen and Edmure.

"Come on, you can do it, Ben!" She cried out with a laugh. He imagined that she was saying that to him, she isn't, though.

His father wants them to find a bride, but what girls will want him? He is too scrawny, not at all grown a bit of hair on his chin, unlike Tristan and Edmyn. Even Edmure grew a stubble and he's only two years older than him! He sighed internally as he swang the practice sword at Ben's shield.

"Hit harder, Axel. Show'em what you got!" Edmyn yelled out and he smiled and went to hit harder... But a shout from the great hall distracted him, and everyone else, too.

"Petyr! Don't do this!" It was his sisters chasing Littlefinger, or Petyr Baelish as his father would chastise him and his two brothers whenever they'd round on him.

The commotion involved everyone as Petyr marched over to them but his eyes glared at one, in particular, Brandon. Cat was frustrated and Lysa was in tears.

The relationship between his sisters and Littlefinger had been strange since the heir to Baelish Keep came here. Lysa fawned over him in the weeks that followed and Cat pranced around, dancing and using him as some servant, it was embarrassing to see a man lowered to a lapdog like that.

"Brandon Stark! I challenge you!" Petyr shouted at the man six years older than himself. Brandon looked at Littlefinger for a moment before barking in laughter.

"Fight you? You wouldn't last, boy." The air was thick in an uncomfortable way, he thought this matter was finished until Brandon grinned, "But I like that spirit, I shall kill you, then." He held a horrified look on his face when Brandon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Petyr.

Ben and Eddard stepped in, "Brother, stop this, this isn't the time right now." Eddard tried to say before Brandon bellowed a shout and pushed his brother out of the way.

"The welp challenged me, I will not step aside," Brandon bellowed and approached Petyr but before that his older brother, Tristan grunted and pulled Petyr back when as the Northman came upon the little opponent.

"Are you insane? Put that sword down and go to your room." He was shocked when Petyr defied Tristan, usually, the man listened and backed down.

"I will fight Brandon for Cats hand in marriage, Tristan, I love her!" Edmyn laughed when Petyr said this. He shook his head and looked at Catelyn and Lysa.

"See what your playing has done? He's going to get hurt, Cat." He didn't like Petyr, but he doesn't want someone to die in his home, not even a fool like Littlefinger. Cat flushed in shame as did Lysa though she was still crying, telling Petyr to stop and forget Brandon and Catelyn.

Tristan stood in between Petyr and Brandon, then he sighed and shook his head, "Be the fool boy, then, Petyr Baelish... It doesn't go past being disarmed, I won't have anyone dying here." Before he stepped aside, he turned back to the two men, "And my sister is no prize, you two want to fight? Then fight but my sister will not be apart of it." With that said, his big brother moved aside so the two men may fight.

He turned away, he didn't want to see this.

Catelyn I

By the Seven, she wished these two wouldn't do this, she wished even more that she got too close to Petyr.

She doesn't blame herself, well, she does but she liked the attention Petyr always gave her. She flushed when he pecked her on the cheek, blushed red when he kissed her on the lips but that was months before she was betrothed to Brandon.

And Brandon, in just these last few days since she met him for the first time she became smitten. Did she like how he intimidated those around him, how he intimidated her? No, she will never get used to it, a woman born in a world for men has little choice when it involves marriage.

Gods, she wished Petyr would stop this foolishness. The foolishness she enabled.

"This is your fault! Look at him!" Lysa snapped at her for trying to comfort her distraught sister.

She didn't want to look, but she did, she saw Petyr being swatted around like some lowborn laborer to the rough winds. Brandon laughed the entire time, like every tale she heard from her Septa, that Northmen are brutes but he was so charming just the other day, how could he be like this?

She can't hold it back anymore, she can't let this go on.

"Both of you, stop this, please... STOP THIS! Let it end!" She screamed out, the emotions spilling out into the open.

It proved to be her worst mistake, she watched Petyr turn to her in worry as Brandon charged in, her brothers tried to stop it but the sword struck Petyr across his chest. Blood was spilled on the courtyard. Tristan was wrong.

What was worse is that her father watched this take place, he could have stopped it. Why didn't her father halt this? Why let this happen? The tears burned her eyes as she was approaching Petyr's hurt form but saw Brandon going in again only for Tristan to stop it.

"That is enough, Lord Brandon." Her brother was so calm, she wished that she would compose herself. "Petyr." It wasn't a question as her brother helped Petyr to his feet, the blood dripping and covering his white shirt in red. Tristan's blue doublet was also stained.

"Let me help." She offered and Tristan nodded after a moment, she took one of Petyr's arms and wrapped it around her shoulder.

"Brandon!" She wished Edmyn wouldn't but in. "You acted like a savage, you know that? Striking someone whose eyes were focused elsewhere." Her twin continued as she and Tristan were making it up the steps, "You are fortunate my father won't postpone the match at seeing this because if I was the Lord of Riverrun... You wouldn't get to touch her." She was surprised by Edmyn's act of defense for Baelish, or perhaps it was because of something else.

Brandon was flustered and angry, throwing down his sword and leaving the yard. With Eddard, Benjen and Lyanna offered apologetic looks before following their eldest sibling.

Her father turned away from them, she frowned and glared, she isn't at all happy with him right now.

They took Petyr to Maester Vyman who treated his wounds, during this time she sat with him, waited and watched as Petyr writhed in pain but fell asleep when Vyman gave him a mixture of Milk of the Poppy and Essence of Nightshade.

"Sister." She looked up and saw her brothers eyes boring into her own, he was unhappy about all this, and who would be? She looked away in embarassment. "You are betrothed to Brandon, as much as I dislike his attitude I can't sway father to stop it. You need to stop treating Petyr as some toy, giving him false hope when there is none. Let him go." Her brother is cold-hearted, so cold-hearted and can only think about this family. Just like father. She thought bitterly.

He wasn't always a toy, not when he'd say sweet words to her and kiss her on the cheek. Father is right, Tristan is right. She steeled herself and got up from her chair, but a hand reached out and gently touched her own. "Don't leave, Cat, Please don't leave." Petyr whimpered and she nearly cracked at his cresfallen face.

She pulled herself away from the bed amd went on her way, she needed to get away.

Lysa I

She told everyone to get away, to stay far away from her right now.

Petyr. All she wanted was her Petyr, but when she went to see him she also saw her. Catelyn. She saw her hunched over a chair and looking at him, her stupid older brother was also there as well, telling Cat something stupid, probably.

A knock came to her door, "I said stay away!" She shouted and the knocking persisted, she grew angrier and picked up her mirror and threw it at the door. "I said get out!" The knocking stoped for a moment, she sighed happily and sat down on her bed only to tear up again.

Her stomach bubbled and she ran for the window which looked out to the river, she threw up and felt sick to her stomach.

She's been feeling like this since her and Petyr's last session. She thought about for a moment, then put a hand on her belly.

"I can't be, right? Am I pregnant with his child?" She said aloud and started to frown, but then it turned into a smile, a large one. "I am carryng Petyr's child."

"You are what?" Sne turned sharply and saw her brother, Edmyn standing at the opened entrance of her chambers.

"Please don't tell father, please, Edmyn!" She pled to her brother, he stood there and watched with a conflicted voice. "Father is too proud to let a bastard be born into his line." She continued and her brother looked away from her.

"But you'll be ruined, Lysa. No man would want you as his wife, what if we dont say nothing and you, take care of it." She couldn't believe what she just heard, not from her favorite brother out of the entire brood.

Her face darkened at her brother, she seethed at him. "Family, Duty, Honor. Those are the House words, brother, and family comes first." Edmyn's face morphed into shock, she put one of her hands on her stomach ans narrowed her eyes at him, "This child is and will be family. Would you have us commit such a horrible crime as Kinslaying? Help me keep my baby." Her brother remained silent.

Then he looked at her with steel in his blue eyes, the same protective stare he gives to men who presume too much for themselves.

"Alright... I promise."

She smiled and embraced her brother, he held on tightly as they made a secret pact to ensure her childs survival, Petyr's child will survive.

Petyr I

He was in pain.

His heart was broken.

He was betrayed by his gods.

In the stories, the hero always defeated the big bad villains. The hero gets the hand of the maiden trapped in a prison she cannot escape without the hero. He was the Hero.

But he was wrong. He was so wrong, about everything.

He'll be better from now on. He won't play to another's rules, he will defeat in a way that ensures he wins, every time. Brandon Stark, Tristan Tully, all of them! He cried out in his mind. He will make them all regret laughing and mocking and beating him.

And Cat, she will see it on that day. She will see that he was worthy of her, or else she will have to suffer until she does.

They'll see... They will all see!


AN: So starts another journey, an update for The Falcon Flies High is also coming your way, everyone.

This story will follow canon, mixed with both book and show as the rebellion happens. All in all the story is more character based than on the story itself.

Pairings? I only have one down so far, Axel and Roslin although that is in the late future. The others are as of right now unconfirmed and will take suggestions from you all.

Until next time, this has been Hail King Cerion, and I bid you all a great day.