Ashter downed yet another cup of wine, he was beginning to feel his head spin but he didn't care. It was a feast, and he meant to take full advantage. He sat on a table, sitting away from his family and instead chose to sit next to some lowborn women in the castle. Ashter chuckled as he reached inside the woman's dress, she playfully slaps his arm. Ned, Robb and Uncle Benjen all notice this. Ned looks over at him, exasperated.

"Robb." Ned said, not even turning away from his son. Robb knew exactly what that meant, "Yes, Father." Robb walked away to go stop Ashter. Uncle Benjen laughed slightly to himself.

"What's the matter? He's young. Excitable." Benjen defended him, eating a piece of bread.

"He ran off somewhere when the King arrived. Probably to bed some harlot as I'm sure he'll do tonight. Everything is just a game to him. He accepts no responsibilities." Ned grumbled. Benjen rolled his eyes, he had been away at the Wall for quite some time, but everytime he visited his home when he was a child, he'd always find his brother complained about his nephew.

"He doesn't accept responsibilities because you made sure he would never inherit our lands." Uncle Benjen said. Ned shook his head, "He could never hold our lands. He'd burn it all to the ground."

"We both know Ashter was never meant to rule Winterfell. That's why he was born after Robb. You're too harsh on him, Ned. Always have been." Benjen said to him. He found himself saying that a lot to his brother, but it didn't matter. Ned always felt it was justified due to the dishonorable actions Ashter had committed throughout his life.

"You know very well why that is. He dishonored himself and our house. I nearly lost trust with House Glover after what he did." Ned looked to Benjen.

"Aye, he did. I'll never forget what he did to Lord Glover's son, and that other boy. But he's still a man who makes mistakes just like any other man. Do you remember Brandon at fifteen? There's a reason the boy looks just like him." Benjen chuckled.

Ned wasn't amused, he looked over to see Robb trying to get past several men at the feast. Ashter was still groping the few women he sat around with, while gulping down another cup of wine.

"If you gave him a chance to change, and supported him through it, maybe he would." Benjen suggested. Ned shook his head, adamantly. "Far too late for that."

Robb approached Ashter, appearing at the other side of the table. Ashter laughed as he continued to touch the woman as she giggled, her giggling ceased as she saw Robb on the other side of the table. Ashter glared at his elder brother, his eyes half-opened.

"Well? Out with it!" Ashter slurred, his hand shaking. "I'm not very comfortable touching this woman's beautiful, round tits while my elder brother stands there drooling!"

"Father doesn't want you around all these women." Robb said, straight to the point. Ashter sighed heavily, looking over at his Father who was now talking to Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. He got up from the table.

"Then, I suppose we better listen to Father. He knows best, does he not? Come, Robb, come grab some more wine with me." Ashter chortled, wrapping his arm around Robb's shoulder and bringing him towards another flask of wine. Ashter reached into the next table, stealing it from several others.

"I'll be quick, don't worry!" Ashter ensured, "Any for you, brother?" Robb shook his head. Ashter filled two cups anyway, then set the flask down for the other tablemates to enjoy. Ashter drank it fully in a matter of seconds, then gave Robb to hold it. Ashter then grabbed Robb by the arm, and slammed him against a wall, out of sight from several others, including their father. Robb dropped the cup of wine, and it shattered onto the group, spilling wine onto the floor.

"Get off-!" Robb growled.

"Fuck off, Robb! If you try and drag me away from those fine women one more time, I'm going to cut your heart out and feed it to your new dog. Don't embarass me, brother. Don't ever fucking embarass me." Ashter threatened. Robb pushed back, then Ashter let go of him, the two of them both staring at each other towards a wall. A few people watched the two of them while mostly everyone else was still enjoying the feast and paid no mind.

"Father told me to. If I don't convince you, then he'll just come stop you." Robb warned. Ashter chuckled, "He can bloody well try. Now... fuck off, will you?" Ashter grabbed his elder brother by the arms, and pushed him away. Robb grimaced and turned away. Robb had always hated when Ashter was drunk, he always would chase after any woman around his age that looked in his direction and would try to bed them. He succeeded from time to time, due to his looks and muscular body. Some of the women were even afraid of him, so they'd sleep with him out of fear. Ashter never really cared. Robb hated that about him. But what did he do to stop it? Nothing.

Robb walked past a few Lords of the North, some he recognized, some he did not. He looked back to see Ashter walking over to Joanna Quinn, a woman that Ashter was betrothed to a few years back. Robb shook his head, and figured that only disaster would follow if he tried to speak to his former lover while drunk and turned his head away.

Ashter nearly fell as he approached the table that his former lover Joanna Quinn was sitting at. Ashter had always thought Joanna was more beautiful than any other woman he's laid his eyes on. She always had silky, black hair with beautiful, vibrant green eyes and fair skin. Everytime he set eyes on her, he recalled back to the day he kissed her for the first time, how her lips tasted like strawberries. Ashter never considered himself a romantic, but when he was betrothed to a woman that he cared deeply for, he was the most romantic man in House Stark.

The thoughts in Ashter's head told him to leave her alone. He felt he had to say something to her, he was also disappointed that Joanna didn't seek him out, though he perfectly understood why she didn't. He was just shoving his hands into some random wench that he had already forgotten the name and the face of. He was beginning to feel like the King Robert Baratheon, who was notoriously famous for the amount of bastards that he had. Ashter didn't have any bastards, that he knew of, but even if he did, he'd never want a bastard of his own. Too much responsibility, Ashter thought, babies are just problems.

Ashter thought about becoming a Father, but he had only entertained the idea when he was going to marry Joanna. The fool had planned the wedding out, he pictured the beautiful, elegant white as snow dress that she would wear. Ashter grumbled as he remembered what happened that called off the wedding, and their relationship... permanently. Ashter looked back in a different direction and saw tons of people. He figured they were all staring at him, but in reality, they weren't. They were minding their own business. Ashter then turned forward again and tried to adjust his posture as best as he could. The Quinn family was preparing to leave the feast. Rutherford Quinn, the current lord of Widow's Watch and Joanna's grandfather took his granddaughters' hand, who was a girl of seven, he helped guide her out of the feast. Rutherford's son and his wife, along with his two grandsons, Howland and Arron followed behind them. Joanna Quinn was behind the rest of them, there was a man that Ashter didn't recognize sitting with her. Ashter figured it was one of House Quinn's guards. He was confused as to why House Quinn even needed to bring guards to the feast hosted by their liege lord.

Ashter stumbled over to the table as Joanna began to stand up.

"Joanna..." He blurted out, a small burp following his call. Joanna faced him, her expression as uncomfortable as the last few times he had seen her. The man next to her, looked back and forth between Joanna and Ashter. Ashter glared at him for a second, then turned his attention back towards Joanna.

"Hi, Ashter." Joanna awkwardly said.

"It's, uh, good... um..." Ashter stumbled over his tongue. He didn't know whether it was the wine holding his words back or just himself.

"It's good to see you. T-Thank you... for coming." Ashter slurred. He smiled at the end of his sentence, but he didn't know why he was smiling. He wanted to smack himself in the face. He felt so out of place in this feast. He felt like he didn't belong here. And maybe in his Father's eyes, he didn't.

"My Lord, Ashter... I haven't heard the pleasure yet, but... I'm Lord Jason Graveheart." The man next to Joanna approached him and offered his hand. Ashter didn't shake his hand, he only shifted his eyes in a suspicious manner.

"And you are?" He asked.

"I... Lord Jason Graveheart, my Lord." He repeated himself. He felt uncomfortable as well. Ashter grumbled, he had heard of House Graveheart once tonight. One of the lowborn stable keeps had been mentioning how Eddard Stark had formed House Graveheart a few years back as a reward for some sort of service towards the North. Ashter didn't care about any new houses, there was enough of them already.

"Your father... is he.." Ashter asked, he knew that his Father was the head of his house.

"My father? Well, my Lord, he remains in White Harbor. He still mourns my mother. Did you wish to speak to him?" Lord Jason inquired. Ashter shook his head, "N-No..."

"Lord Jason Graveheart is my betrothed, Ashter. Surely you could extend proper courtesies." Joanna said to him. Ashter flared his eyes towards the love of his life and suddenly his heart was heavy. He imagined this day would come, but he thought it was insulting that some son of a newly made House would marry the girl that he had loved for years and years and he couldn't marry her. Ashter nodded, "Yes, I am... well, I'm just- I'm far drunk..." Ashter stumbled over words once again. He wanted to strangle the man, but he simply held his hand out. Lord Jason Graveheart awkwardly extended his hand again and the two men shaked hands.

"Have a safe trip back, I..." Ashter walked away from them and he decided to just leave the feast entirely. He grabbed a flask on his way out and continued chugging more and more wine. He cursed many times in his mind, he didn't understand why he was getting upset. This was eventually going to happen, whether he liked it or not. He kept comparing himself to Lord Graveheart, but that clearly wouldn't matter to Joanna. She never fell in love with Ashter for his looks or his skill, she fell in love because he was brave and loving to her. He was always kind to her. She was one of the lucky few people in the realm that Ashter treated with complete and utter kindness. Ashter felt his thoughts coming against one another and then he just threw the flask on the ground.

"Fuck!" Ashter yelled out in fury, he then threw a punch at the air and collapsed to the ground. He tasted dirt in his mouth and then he got back up and walks more towards a faint sound in the distance. It sounded like a sword smacking against a wall, he followed the faint noise for a bit longer until he saw Jon, practicing his sword against his dummies.

Of course, Ashter thought, Mother wouldn't let him in the feast. Ashter felt his anger boil up once again as he stormed back into the feast.

Ashter walked up the stairs to speak with his Mother, who was sitting right next to Queen Cersei Lannister.

"Q-Queen Cersei.." Ashter slurred. Catelyn immediately could tell he was drunk, not that it was very hard to notice. Queen Cersei smiled to the drunken boy, "Ah. You are Ashter Stark?"

"Yes, Your Grace." Ashter said, trying to compose himself as best as he could.

"Yes, you're the one I've heard so many stories about. I hear you've earned quite the reputation in the last few years. I've heard many songs of you." Cersei told him. Ashter was trying his best not to think of the queen in a sexual manner, as he clearly had something else on his mind. With the wine carrying him at the moment, he felt like he had no filter. He was worried he would blurt something out, in front of the Queen of Westeros, and worst of all, in front of his Mother.

"I imagine not all of it is good." Ashter asked, staring at her lips. He wanted to grab her face and smush his lips against hers. She truly was beautiful, though she looked older than he expected.

"Not all of it, but they say you're an aspiring battle commander. Which is quite impressive at such a young age. Tell me, Ashter Stark, do you think yourself as that?" Cersei asked.

Ashter grumbled at the thought of him being considered an 'aspiring battle commander'. He had been given the chance to lead some Stark bannermen to some disputes around the castle and on the outskirts of Winterfell and he had only gotten good results. Some of his methods were a bit violent, but he always got the job done. Another thing his Father didn't approve of, the way he carried out his tasks. Ashter shrugged, "I think of myself as a lot of things, Your Grace... but I've tried to be more humble."

"Have you followed through on that?" Queen Cersei inquired.

"I suppose it's a matter of perspective." Ashter slurred. Cersei smiled. Ashter couldn't tell if he was actually impressing the Queen or not, but he turned his attention towards his Mother.

"Your Grace, if I may... ask my Mother something?" Ashter asked. Cersei nodded, "Of course. Not that you need my permission."

"Why is Jon outside?" Ashter grimaced. His mother instantly looked angered. A slight mention of Jon always resulted in that same face. He had never understood the hatred for Jon, but he gave up trying to understand years ago. It wasn't his fault his Father fucked another woman.

"You are aware of why." Catelyn retorted.

"It's insulting. To him and to me. He belongs in here." Ashter said, his hand shaking again. He felt like slapping his Mother but he knew his anger was just taking him.

"Jon will stay where he is." Catelyn demanded. Ashter stared blankly at his Mother, not even phased by her immediate denial.

"I don't accept that." Ashter said. Catelyn's face grew even more angry as Ashter stood there, stern-faced. Catelyn took a few moments and then said, "What?"

"I don't care why you can't seem to get past the fact that it wasn't his fault. He may be a bastard, but he is a Stark. He's more of a Stark than I am!" Ashter growled, his voice growing louder. His mother then stood up from the chair and glared at her second-born child.

"I will not discuss this matter any further. You will return to your room, right now. Is that understood?" Catelyn demanded. Ashter sighed, "Mot-"

"I think it would be best if you heed your Mother's words. And... perhaps lay off the wine for the rest of the night." Queen Cersei advised. Ashter sighed heavily, "Right. My apologies, Your Grace." He gives a final glare to his Mother and then storms off. Catelyn sits back down, looking visibly upset after the conversation. She then looks to Cersei, letting out a sigh of exasperation.

"Children." Cersei commented.

Outside, Ashter approached Jon, who was still practicing his swordsmanship against a training dummy. Ashter drinks more wine and then yells out in a high-pitched voice, "Mercy, my Lord!" He laughs. Jon turns around, chuckling.

"Very funny." Jon says.

"Come... sit. I was able to sneak this out of the feast for you. Here... have some." Ashter said as he sat down next to the fence. Jon set his sword aside and sat next to Ashter. Jon contemplated it for a moment and then shook his head, "Thanks, but I'm not thirsty."

Ashter glared at him, "Everyone says they're not thirsty until they drink wine. Then they're thirsty."

"Then maybe I shouldn't drink any." Jon responded, smirking a bit.

"Drink the fucking wine, Jon." Ashter shoved the flask into his hands. Jon sighs and then takes a long swig from it. Ashter chuckles, "There you go." Jon passes the wine back to Ashter who takes another swig at it.

"Listen... I, I didn't know you were out here, if I did... I would've-" Ashter said, his voice full of sorrow. He was clearly drunk, but Jon knew he meant what he was saying.

"There was nothing you could've done. It's all right." Jon said to him.

"Yeah." Ashter grimaced. "I'm always too busy fucking girls to spend time with you. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for." Jon shook his head, the two of them both laying against the fence and staring at the clouds.

"She just won't listen, brother." Ashter slurred, "I... I told her that a child shouldn't be held responsible for the sins of his Father, but it's not good enough for her."

"Thank you. For trying, at least." Jon offered. Ashter nodded.

"I know it's not a new thing to you- She's treated you this way... damn near forever.. I doubt that'll change, but... you'll get over it. As you always have... you know what? I know just what'll make everything better. I'll get Ros to show you a good time." Ashter chuckled. Jon immediately shook his head, "No, I'm- I'm good."

"Remember what I said about the wine? Same deal." Ashter said to his brother, his eyes nearly closed. Jon wasn't sure if he was even awake anymore.

"I'm serious, I'm okay. I don't need that." Jon said to his brother who simply chuckled in a high-pitched tone.

"Alright." He laughed. "Well, you'll never guess who I saw toda-" He trailed off as his head fell back against the fence, and he passed out. Jon looked over and laughed out loud.