(3rd Person POV)

Ned closed the door to Percy's chambers, which was next to Lyanna's old untouched one, and went to the infirmary. There he saw the men, who looked worse than Percy, getting patched up. He saw Maester Luwin and he said, "They were all given milk of poppy to reduce the pain, it will be quite some time until they come to."

Ned nodded, and Maester Luwin said, "Lady Stark and the children have accompanied the royal party in the feast hall for supper."

"Thank you, Maester Luwin."

The maester nodded and asked, "The young lord, Lord Stark."

Ned looked at him, "He is fine."

With that, Ned went to the feast hall where everyone was supping. Everyone instantly looked at him, Ned held out a hand to his children, and shook his head, signalling them to wait until they can visit their uncle. He then went to the high table, where Cat and Robert and his queen sat. Cat looked at him with questioning eyes, and he said, "He was resting when I left him. He will be fine."

Robert, much to Ned's dismay, was already quite drunk, he said, "How is Lyanna's beloved bastard?"

Robert never really got over Percy's open opposition to him. Ned pursed his lips, "He's fine, Robert."

Robert took a huge gulp from his cup of wine, "Gods' champion, they call him, he is quite well known across sea. I bet I can still defeat him with my war hammer."

Ned doubted that, even though Robert was strong, he was fat and lazy. Percy was young, fit, fast, and strong. Ned gave him a strained smile and drank from his cup. He noticed that everyone else was watching them. His children were not pleased. They loved their uncle too much to hear somebody, even the king, say bad things about him, even Sansa, who was enamored with the prince. Robert's two youngest children were just politely eating their food, but Joffrey openly laughed at what Robert said. Percy's men were not pleased either, though they hid their disdain better. Robert kept talking, "That bastard should have never gone to Winterfell. He made Lyanna think ill of me. He made me look like a fool."

Everyone was quiet, except for the musicians who were trying fill the awkward noise, Robert kept talking, "I should have asked your father to send him to one of the seven hells for all I care. He was worthless to me, and Lyanna would have looked at me more favorably without him, Lyanna's adopted bastard son. The Prince of Winterfell, is what I hear other people call him."

Suddenly, a deep, melodious voice spoke up, "The Whoremonger King, is what I hear people call you. The Oaf king. The Fat king."

Everyone turned to see Percy, with new clothes on, leaning against the wall, still looking quite pale. How he slipped in without anyone noticing was beyond Ned, those doors were heavy and squeaked loudly. Percy raised his eyebrows at Robert, "Do you want me to continue, your grace? You were so intent on talking ill of me moments ago."

Robert glared at him, "Why did you not just die?"

Ned's never seen Robert so openly hostile at anyone before, even at Cersei. Percy had the audacity to smile charmingly at Robert, "But then who would make sure that your grace is properly welcomed to Winterfell?"

Robert was about to stand up, when Ned spoke, "Your Grace, my dear cousin is delusional from his injuries, he does not mean to jest."

Robert calmed down a little with Ned's words, Ned looked at Percy pointedly, and Percy rolled his eyes and laughed, "Dear Cousin! You might be right! On my way here, I spoke with a winged horse that was accompanying a black dragon. Then after that we flew into the night sky and touched the stars."

He made a motion of grasping "stars" in his hands as he said this. He heard someone trying to stifle their laughter, and Percy looked at his nieces and nephews, and gave them a wink. Percy acted as if he was about to faint, then caught himself on the children's table, he said dramatically, "Dear nieces and nephews, will some of you be so kind as to deliver your delusional uncle back to his chambers? I fear I might get lost, ride the black dragon, and end up in Meereen."

The three youngest Starks instantly sprang up, "We will bring you to your chambers uncle. And protect you from the dragon."

They began pulling Percy to the door, and were gone in an instant. There was a moment of silence as the heavy door slammed shut, and sounds of joyful laughter was heard from outside, then the music began again, and people were as they were. More wine was brought out, and Robert kept drinking, foregoing the incident and chose to instead climb down from the high tables and grope a serving wench. Ned looked at Cat to see her conflicted with herself, on one hand, she did not appreciate Percy's behavior and taking away the children, on the other hand, she can never truly get mad at Percy because her children loves him too much, and she will always remember the sad little boy that she first met when she arrived at Winterfell. Then Ned looked at the Queen. She ignored her husband's behavior, but was instead looking at the doors. Though her face was calm and neutral, Ned could see the amusement in her eyes. Ned guessed that not many disrespected the king in such manner, and seeing as Robert was so open about his whoring, he guessed the Cersei appreciated the attack on Robert's pride.

(With Percy)

Percy gasped for air as soon the children stopped running. He clutched his side, and leaned on the wall, Arya looked at him, "Uncle, are you okay? Should we take you to Maester Luwin?"

Percy shook his head and smiled at them. He got of the wall, and crouched to their height, "Here is what we will do. Bran, go fetch Jon. No doubt he is sulking off of in the corner somewhere again. Arya, sneak into the kitchen and grab as much food as you can. Remember, be stealthy."

The two children nodded eagerly and went off to do their tasks, then Percy looked at Rickon, who was pouting. Percy cocked his head to the side, "Why pout, pup?"

Rickon crossed his arms across his chest, "Why do they get to do something?"

Percy suddenly hoisted Rickon on his shoulders, and Rickon gave a squeal of surprise, Percy looked up at him, "SO that they do not get jealous once they see that I have chosen you to carry on my shoulders. You know how Arya enjoys it as much as horseback riding."

Percy then began to trot towards his chambers as Rickon's sounds of enjoyment were heard throughout the castle halls. When they got to Percy's chambers, Percy carried Rickon by the waist and asked, "Is thee ready to fly, little pup?"

Rickon nodded enthusiastically, and Percy stepped closer to his bed before throwing Rickon on it. Percy then jumped the bed, and began play fighting with Rickon. Moments later, the door opened and Arya walked in with an armful of food. Percy stopped for a moment, then pointed at the table, "Set it down, and let us see if you younger pups can take down the alpha wolf."

Arya hurriedly set down food, then jumped on the bed. Both pups tried to jump at Percy, and at times he would let them, but mostly, he flipped them on their backs or threw them on the other side of the bed. The door opened once again, and Jon and Bran walked in. Percy sat on Arya and Rickon, then waved at Jon and Bran, "Hello nephews."

Bran sat next to Percy and asked, "How was your trip Uncle?"

Jon began eating the food Arya brought, but listened to the conversation, "Well, as you know, there was problems regarding the trade with Winterfell and Riverrun,"

Percy felt Arya and Rickon struggling more, and Arya said, "Uncle, get your fat ass off of us. You are killing us."

Percy laughed, but got off of them. He sat next to Bran, "So, as I usually do, I went to see the problem,"

Arya interrupted, "Was it the Wildlings, Uncle? Were they taking the shipments?"

Percy shook his head, "No, it was the common people, wild little wolfling. They came from the South, Kingslanding, in fact. See, once the men and I captured them, we confronted them as to why they were sacking the shipments."

Arya asked, "Why did they go to Riverrun, Uncle? And why were they raiding us?"

Bran looked at him with curious eyes, "Were they reselling the game or fruits uncle?"

Percy shook his head, "No, they needed it. Apparently, Kingslanding offered them nothing. They were impoverish, they were starving, and they were dying. They wanted to survive. Apparently, they found a weak point in the route, so they raided it when opportunity gave it to them."

Rickon climbed on his lap, "What did you do to them, Uncle?"

Percy mussled his hair, "Well, since we were in Riverrun, I had no jurisdiction, I had to bring them to Lord Hoster. And since they have been stealing from both Winterfell and Riverrun, they had to be punished. Since I represented Winterfell, your grandfather and I decided that those people will have serve as servants. Not only to pay of the things that they have stolen, but also so that they will have food and shelter provided for them."

Bran asked, "So do they all serve as servants in Riverrun now?"

Percy shook his head, "No, some of them were sent out to different lords because your grandfather already had enough servants, and while it may seem cruel to separate them, they are a danger together than separated."

The children nodded, and Percy clapped his hand and stood up, "Come, I bear gifts from my journey."

Percy went to his satchel, which Ned had brought up for him, and dug through it. There, he took out pendants. There were four circular pendants on leather cords, then two other circular ones on a silver chain. On one side of the chain was the direwolf, and on the other side, the initial of the designated owner, and the words venit hiems and memoria ad aquilonem circulated around the letter. Percy gave a leather necklace to Bran, Rickon, and Jon, then gave Arya a silver chained one. The children marvelled at the presents, Jon looked at him, "Thank you, Uncle."

Percy smiled and nodded, Bran asked, "What do the words mean, Uncle?"

"Our words, and the North's words."

Rickon said, "Winter is coming."

Arya said, "The North Remembers."

Bran asked, "What language is this, Uncle?"

Percy smiled at the words wistfully, "Latin. It was a language I picked up while I was travelling."

Somehow, Bran knew that there was more to the language that his Uncle let on, but he chose not to question it. There was scratching at Percy's door, and a whine was heard. Arya ran to the door and opened it, suddenly, a pack of direwolves came in, and Percy, in surprise, said, ""Oiy, what the seven hells are those doing here?"

Percy took a stance in front of the children, and produced a silver dagger out of nowhere. Bran took a hold of Percy's arm, and the other children ran to their own direwolves, "Uncle, wait! They are ours!"

Bran ran to his direwolf, and Percy looked at them confusedly, "What?"

Jon spoke up, "It's true, Uncle. Father let us keep em'. We found em' on our way back from an execution. It's mother was North of the wall, but was killed by a stag. We brought the pups back."

Percy placed the dagger back underneath his shirt, and looked at the wolves warily, "They been with you since they were born?"

The children nodded, and Percy eased his shoulders, and looked calmly at the direwolves, "Who's the alpha?"

The children looked at him questionably, "Well, they usually spend their times with us, so they usually follow what we command them to do."

Percy walked over to them, and kneeled to look at the direwolves. He allowed them to smell, and get familiar with him, then he began petting Lady, "See, direwolves, even if they do form a bond with a human, still live in a pack hierarchy. And with direwolves as much as this, I imagine they've already picked an alpha."

Percy released Lady, and she went back to her brothers and sister. They, and the children, looked at him expectantly. Then he looked at the wolves, "Who's your alpha?"

Suddenly, a wolf with smokey grey fur and yellow eyes stepped up with it's head held high, and stature wide, trying to make itself bigger. Percy smiled amusedly, then stared at the wolf's eyes. The wolf started baring its fangs and snarling. Jon said, "Greywind!"

Percy held out a hand to stop him, but continued staring at Greywind. Suddenly, there was an indescribable aura infiltrating the air, the wind was howling louder outside than ever, and the crack of thunder was heard. Greywind suddenly whined, laid on his back, and bared his neck to Percy. The other direwolves laid down with their ears against their heads. Percy reached out and placed his hand on Greywind's neck, then after a moment, began rubbing his belly. Percy then got up, and clapped his hand together, "What else happened while I was gone?"

Greywind got up and went back to his litter mates. Percy went to the table of food, and took a bite out of the honeyed cake Arya brought. He looked at the children, who were looking at him with questioned eyes, Bran asked, "What was that?"

Percy smiled mischievously, "That, my dear pup, is how you survive."

What he said did not make sense, but there was a knock on his door and Robb and Sansa came in. Sansa hugged Percy, and he mussed Robb's auburn curls, "I have something for the both of you."

He tossed Robb's necklace to him, and then held out Sansa's. She took the pendant in her hand, and traced the direwolf head with her finger, she looked at him, "A direwolf pendant?"

Percy nodded, and she said, "It is a beautiful necklace."

Percy caught something in her tone, "But it does not please you."

The children knew Percy was disappointed by that fact, Sansa said, "No, Uncle. I like it-"

Percy looked into her eyes, "But it is not what you would have wanted."

He heard Arya scoff in the back, "It's cause she rather be a stag than a direwolf."

Sansa became defensive, "He is nothing like his father! Joffrey is a lion. A beautiful, golden lion."

Arya scoffed, "You're so stupid."

Percy said in a firm voice, "Enough."

He placed the pendant in Sansa's palm, and closed her hand around it, "Then keep it for my sake at least."

Percy turned back, and walked to the table of food. He drank some water, then looked back at the children, "And what did I say about fighting with your siblings?"

He looked at Arya, and she mumbled, "To not do it. But she started it!"

Percy raised his eyebrows expectantly, "The lone wolf dies-"

The children said in a synchronized tone, "but the pack survives."

Robb asked, "How long will you be staying this time, Uncle?"

Percy Shrugged his shoulders, "If your father has something for me to do, then I will go where he wants me to, but if not, I shall probably visit Pentos."

Arya perked up, "Can I come Uncle?"

Her brothers laughed and Sansa rolled her eyes, Percy smiled kindly, "If your lord father and lady mother permits, then of course. But we will probably have to wait a few more years, little wolf."

Arya pouted, but nodded. He smiled, then said, "Now off you go. All of you. Bad enough I made a scene a while ago, your lady mother will have my head if I keep you all up."

Rickon yawned, and Percy mussled his hair, "Especially you, baby pup."

They nodded as they started heading out with their wolves. Sansa gathered Rickon in her arms, and he buried his head in her neck. They mumbled, "Night Uncle."

"Night pups. I'll see you in the morrow."

Arya was the last one out, and she made sure her siblings were out, before turning back to Percy, "Are we going to continue training Uncle?"

Percy winked at her, "Before the sun rises, Pup. Else your mother will throw me in the kennels."

Arya smiled brightly, and went her merry way. After Percy was sure that everyone had gone, he stepped out his chambers, and walked quietly in the halls. He exited the castle, and went into godswoods. He went to a hot spring, and looked around to make sure no one was there. He took off his boots and his coat, and his tunic, and jumped into the hot spring. He rested his head on the edge as he felt the water heal him. The night was cold, he could feel it in his face. The wind blew strongly, making the leaves rattle and shake. The wind and trees sang their beautiful, sad song, and Percy sighed. Something was going to happen. He can feel it in his bones. He can hear the wind and trees warning him. He can see the the stars and moon dull their brightness, as if they were getting ready to hide from the unknown.

Percy got off the ledge, and began swimming the hot spring. It comforted him. The water. Even if it wasn't of the sea, it was still directly from the source. Percy dunked his head in, and swam down to the bottom of the spring. It was not that deep, but it was deep enough. He laid on the bed on the spring, and touched the ground that supported it. It was warm. Like fire.

Percy swam up and got out of the spring. He was much better now. He willed himself to dry, and began putting his clothes on again. He slowly walked to the castle, watching as the dimming stars twinkled. Then he saw a small figure ahead of him, walking towards the castle. Percy stuck against the walls, and hid behind the shadows. He took out his dagger, and began creeping against the wall. He got closer to the figure because it was not moving so quickly, when he recognized the blonde and black hair that adorned the figure's head, along with the Lannister sigil on his clothes. He remembered the man from when Winterfell needed steel and traded with Casterly Rock for a while. He stepped out from the shadows, "Well if it isn't the halfman of Casterly Rock."

Tyrion turned to him, "Well if it isn't the original bastard of Winterfell."

After one silent moment, a smile cracked on both men's faces, and they shook hands, "How are you Tyrion?"

Well if it isn't Tyrion smiled good naturedly, "I am well, Percy. I am still half drunk, and I just returned from a wild night with a lovely brunette from your lovely town."

Percy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "So everything is the same as always."

Tyrion held a finger up, "No, no. I am usually totally drunk."

They began walking in the castle, "Ahh, apologies. It seems time has made me forget. What have you been doing?"

"Well, I've been a companion to our dear king, King Robert."

"So you have been drinking and whoring with him."

"That is a way to put it."

"Why waste your time on a fat oaf?"

"You know why, Percy. It is what I do best. My father will not give me anything, and my sweet sister makes sure I am not happy."

"Well, I know about Lord Tywin, and your sister was already in the Red Keep when I came to the Rock, but Robert is an idiot. I know he does not heed anyone's advice but his, and seeing it as it may, you're already friends with him. Make him give you a position."

"Easier said than done, my friend. What about you? Still being an errand boy to your cousin?"

"Aye, but sometimes I travel the Free cities when time permits."

Tyrion said bitterly, "So you are doing what my father forbids me to do."

Percy looked at him sympathetically, "In the end of the day, you are still an heir, Tyrion. Even if your father denies it, you are his heir. You are still more important than I."

"But you are more free, and respected than I. We can never have it all, can we?"

"I suppose not."

They stopped, and looked around the castle, Percy said, "This is where we part, Tyrion. I will see you in the morrow."

Tyrion nodded, "Until then, Perseus."

A/N: The story isn't going to be filled with smut. That's boring and has no actual plot, just events leading from one fuck to another. But, nonetheless, Percy does need to be a lover to at least two queens. It'll make sense later as to why. So I need to know if you guys want me to write it, or just lead it there and leave it to your own imagination. It's inevitable. If I write it, whatever. If I don't, whatever, I guess I'll have less to write

As for the other issues. Deal with it. I needed to establish Percy, but didn't want to actually write it, cause it'll take another 8,000 words at least, and some of the story is already pre-written. Though I'm still open to suggestions. And Blackjack does appear in the story. But the mist also exists. You figure it out.

I also appreciate the support, thank you. Til next time