Eddard

Beneath the weirwood heart tree, seated on a moss-covered stone sat, Eddard Stark Warden of the North, in his lap lay his greatsword Ice cleaning the blade in the waters as black as night.

"Ned, " he heard his wife Catelyn call to him softly.

He lifted his head to look at her "Catelyn" his voice was distant more formal. "Where are the children?" He asked her.

"In the kitchen, arguing about names for the wol…" she stops at something breaks the surface of the black water pond.

Alert, he is on his feet in an instant levelling his blade pulling his wife behind him. A gasp breaks from the small body of a young boy, dropping his sword Eddard moves to aid the boy out of the water.

"Ned..." his wife trailed off looking at the small boy her hand covers her mouth as she recognises the boy.

"Petyr?"

The boy jolts up the crown on his head falling to the side he looks at them with curious blue eyes. He looked to have been crying his eyes were red and swollen.

Ned crouch down beside the boy looking him in the eye before he asks. "What's your name boy?"

That earns a glare from the boy as he rises to his feet picking up the crown with wolves looking defiantly at Ned before answering in a steady tone.

"I am, a Prince or king now…" he looks melancholic for a second before pressing on, " I am King Eddric Stark first of my name, king in the north, Lord of Winterfell, son of Queen Sansa Stark the red wolf, nephew of Aegon the white wolf Targaryan Arya the explorer Stark and Gendry Baratheon, wielder of Valyrian steel sword Fire, I came here looking for my father who is you?" 'A king in the north?' Ned thought to look at the boy curiously. Before he could say anything his wife beat him to it making him blanch.

"Who is Aegon?" She turned to Ned's eyes narrow.

"My uncle now who are you?" He waved her off.

He breathed a sigh before clearing his throat. "My name is Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell this is my wife Lady Catelyn Stark formerly Tully. I wield the Valyrian steel sword Ice, who was your father?" The boy looked down.

"I don't know I was praying in the godswood to see my mother again and meet my father then when I got up to leave, I fell into the pond and now." He gestured around him with a glum expression.

Then his eyes lit up in recognition and he looked up at Ned then over to Cat. "Grandfather Ned? Grandmother Cat?" As he said that Cat said.

"Sansa, " before fainting landing in young Eddrics arms.

Eddric

He looked down at her before flicking his eyes to meet the stormy grey eyes of his grandfather narrowing his eyes in thought he spoke his voice that of confusion, "mother said you died in king's landing and that grandmother was murdered at the twins when uncle Robb was beating Tyrion's father, and the Frey's betrayed them… oh shit" he curses as he hands his grandmother over to his grandfather and sits down on the leaves that litter the ground.

He put dragged his hand over his face in exhaustion 'I'm in the past' he thought bitterly as he looked at his grandfather.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked Edd as Catelyn woke slowly.

"My father was dead. That's why I'm here. I was born 306 AC it was 321 AC when I left." He choked on a sob.

His Grandfather started at him before he turned his gaze to the heart tree. He looked back at Eddric before he nodded his head and held up his wife as she regained consciousness and stood up on her own. "Come, child, well talk in my solar but you might want to hide that crown. The gods sent you here for a reason." He said calmly holding his arm out for him to pull himself up.

Edd handed his crown to his grandfather. "Mayhaps my cloak too." He said gesture to the crowned dire wolf sigil on his back his grandfather nodded as his wife looked between the two.

She smiled at him. "I'm a grandmother. Come here, darling." She smiled warmly at him opening her arms and embracing him.

They were exciting the godswood when a blur of black fur launched itself into his arms.

He looked at the furball in shock. Before grinning at the blue-eyed beast in his arms. "Can I keep him?" His grandfather laughed at that while his grandmother looked like she was going to have a heart attack.

"Aye, you can keep him." He said as they left the gods wood and walked past the guards into the Castle.

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Petyr isnotthe father i repeat he is not the father.