Llewellyn didn't know how to feel right now, he had ended a life but he didn't feel anything, not remorse not sorrow just nothing, sure he threw up but everything he had read and everything he had seen seemed to indicate that the first kill was the hardest but after the initial wave of nausea he was fine, though if his companion felt anything he kept it hidden, the man looked like a young Sean Bean only much more rough looking he had a long face and grey eyes, almost like polished stone, his eyes where the most striking to Llewellyn they just seemed so cold like ice over a river, though he didn't dwell on such things for too long as he was trying to stay on his horse, he hadn't ridden one since he was a child and it was not like riding a bike as the saying goes, the bloody thing was stomping, heaving and in some cases out right fight where Llewellyn wanted them to go.
His companion had no such problems he was directing his bloody beast where he wanted like he was born in the saddle, the path he was leading them on was like a well trodden mud road and the off putting damp smell of the swamps to their left where upsetting his stomach but he followed behind diligently, he didn't want to be lost in bloody swamp, he had seen in several books and documentaries just how dangerous the things where and even though he loved crocodiles he didn't want to be ones snack, they had burred the three attacking men in shallow graves after Llewellyn had taken there armour equipment and money they had used the spare horse as the pack carrier with all the armour and equipment on it and tied it to Eddards animal with Llewellyn brining up the rear.
"Were are we headed man"
"Greywater watch is the closest settlement to us, but we can't get to it without the Crannog men to lead the way so we have day's journey to Moat Cailian there is usually a guard troop there from Winterfell when we get there I will call my banners and get to Winterfell"
"How far is Winterfell?"
"About twenty days depending if we spend the night at Moat Cailian and if the weather is with us"
"So why were those guys after you?" asked Llewellyn after a moment of silence
"They were sent by the King to arrest and execute me"
"What about a trial"
"My father went to trial against the King and for my brother"
"What happened?"
"My father demanded trial by combat to which the King agreed" Eddard stopped his horse and turned it so he was facing Llewellyn "my father named himself as champion and the King" Eddard paused he seemed to shake for a moment and then with voice faltering "the King proclaimed fire as his champion and burned my farther alive in his armour, my brother strangled himself to death trying to save him"
"What the Fuh?" Llewellyn whispered in shocked horror "oh mate I am so sorry, that is messed up man like fuck what kind of mad bastard dose that, even at their worst the Kings of Britain would never do that hell I think even Vlad the Impaler would balk at that, Jesus!"
"He then ordered Jon Arryn to send him my head and the head of Robert Baratheon" he said turning his horse back and riding on Llewellyn kicked his blasted steed on to catch up and the duo lapsed into silence.
"Who is Vlad the Impaler and what is Britain" asked Eddard
Llewellyn knew that Ed needed something to take is mind of what had happened
"Vlad the Impaler was the Prince of Wallachia a small unimportant nation in Europe, and would have been a man of little interest to anyone in the world if he hadn't done what seemed impossible at the time, he beat the world's leading superpower of the day the Ottoman Empire in battle something not many had ever done at that point in history, though he was reputed to be a cruel and evil man who impaled all of his enemies he was loved by his people and held up as the greatest hero of his time by the people even today"
The duo lapsed into silence before Eddard spoke
"And what is Britain?"
"Britain is my home its full name is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, it is made up of four nations united under the crown"
"Like Westeros then"
"How so?"
"We have seven kingdoms united under the Targarian Kings"
"Oh what Kingdoms make it up?"
"Well there is The Kingdom of the North, the Kingdom of Vale and Sky, the Kingdom of the Isles and Rivers, Kingdom of the Rock, Kingdom of the Reach, Kingdom of the Stormlands and the Principality of Dorne"
"How is a Principality a Kingdom?"
"Dorne was incorporated into it becoming a kingdom ruled by the king"
"Well it's easier to say rather than the six kingdoms and the one principality" Llewellyn thought he saw a glimmer of a smile behind Eddards eyes
"And Britain?" he asked "what kingdoms make her"
"Well there is England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales" Llewellyn reached for his bag "but even though we are called united we still keep our own national flags, flowers and Animals and languages"
Once again silence rained but they had managed to kill some time and Llewellyn had managed to take Ed's mind off what happened no matter how briefly.
"So what's the north like?" Llewellyn asked as he finally settled on the saddle
"Wild, Rugged, Harsh to the unprepared but it is home" Eddard smiled nostalgically.
They spent the rest of their time to Moat Cailian talking about the past and there family Eddard would later admit that it had helped him with his grief and how he coped with it.