Sceonn: It isn't like Dorne where the eldest inherits, the reason why Rebekah is the heir instead of Bran or Rickon will be explained.
A guest review also said that Ice wasn't given to the Starks by Aegon he conqueror, I thought it was, but it actually turns out it wasn't.
Chapter 3
Rebekah POV Winterfell
The entire population of Winterfell, stood in the courtyard of Winterfell, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the king, and she was no exception. She'd heard a lot about Robert Baratheon, some good, some bad but regardless she was looking forward to meet the man. His Lannister queen on the other hand, she wasn't looking forward to meeting. Unlike King Robert who she heard good and bad things about, she'd heard nothing but bad things about her, and a queen that was despised by the people rarely came out on top, the French revolution in her last life was proof of that. The crown prince, in Theon's words was meant to be an arrogant royal prick, but considering he was the heir of the seven kingdoms, she'd be surprised if he wasn't arrogant.
"Where is Arya?" Her mother asked and after quickly scanning the courtyard, she saw that Arya wasn't actually "Sansa where is your sister?" her mother asked but Sansa just shrugged not really caring. Then Arya came running by wearing a helmet.
"Hey, what are doing with this on?" her father asked, taking the helmet off her head, and giving it to someone behind him while Arya took her place in among their family, standing between Sansa and Bran. The first through the gate of Winterfell was a blond boy, probably a few years younger than her and probably the same age as Sansa. She guessed this was Joffrey Baratheon. Strange, she thought frowning; he looked nothing like what her father described Robert Baratheon. She also didn't like the way he was literally leering at Sansa and the poor girl bless her, just blushed and looked away, not realizing the way he was looking at her.
Finally the man they were all waiting for arrived and she along with everyone followed her father's example and bent the knee to Robert Baratheon, or at least the fat lump she thought was the king. She had to stop herself from laughing when two servants put a large box by the king to help him get off the horse and she could have sworn the horse gave a snort of relief when the fat oaf finally got off the poor thing. The king walked up to her father and then gestured him to stand and with him so did everyone else. "You've got fat" Robert said to her father causing a few to look at the king shocked, but her father just pointedly looked at the king's own wide girth causing the two to burst into laughter and embrace each other.
"Nine years Ned," the king started "Where the hell have you been?"
"Guarding the North your grace, Winterfell is yours" her father replied smiling
"Cat." the king said and then proceeded to embrace her mother in a hug and then ruffled Rickon's hair.
"Your grace," she said greeting the king but she surprised when the smile on his face morphed into look of complete dislike.
"You're daughter looks like a fucking Lannister cunt Ned." the bastard said.
"You've got some nerve you bastard, my father welcomes you into his home and you honour by calling his own daughter a cunt" she yelled at the asshole.
"Careful girl, you are speaking to the king" he snapped at her.
"Yes, a kinslayer king, who only became king because he killed his own cousin at the Trident and then sat his fat ass on the throne after walking over the dead bodies of his own cousins" the fat oaf looked absolutely livid and she noticed in the corner of her eye that the queen looked like she was about to burst into laughter. She didn't stay to her the Kings reply, she just stormed off heading to the kennels where Freya and the other direwolves had been locked up due to the Kings arrival.
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Ned POV crypts of Winterfell
Robert's fury had calmed after Rebekah had stormed off but his own fury was not about to anytime soon. This had been the first time he'd seen Robert since the end of the Greyjoy rebellion and Robert greeted him by calling his daughter a Lannister cunt. And then his friend decided to give him the 'honour' of ruling the kingdoms while he in his own words hunted and whored himself into an early grave.
"So Ned, what do you say?"
"You come into my home and insult my daughter in front of the entire population of Winterfell, and then ask that I leave my family and go to that shit pile of a city to rule while you in your own words hunt and whore yourself into an early grave." he answered his friend.
"By the gods Ned, we were meant to rule together and as for your family, you can bring them down to king's landing with you" and yet Robert you have still not apologized for insulting my daughter he thought.
"There are thousands of men in the realm that can be hand of the King, for example your own brother Stannis or your father in law Tywin Lannister. But until you give me a reason to become your and you apologize to my daughter, I will not leave Winterfell" he told as Robert and he then proceeded to leave the crypts.
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Rebekah POV
She, her mother and her sister Sansa were all in Sansa's room preparing for feast and she hoped that fat oaf that dared all himself a king didn't do anything to worsen her already sour mood, otherwise she wouldn't be held responsible if some kind of 'accident' were to befall there oh so beloved king. Hell considering the man's weight and how much he was said to drink, then she doubted anyone would think twice if he were to just die.
"Rebekah, will you not where a dress to the feast?" her mother asked.
"I wore a dress to great that royal prick and he all but spat in my face, I'm not going to bother wearing a dress to his feast." While her mother nodded her head in acceptance and continued to braid Sansa hair. She had expected her mother to be angry at what she had said to the King, but to her surprise her mother had been proud of her and wanted the king and all his guests thrown out of Winterfell.
"Why do you always have to be so rood," Sansa whined like a brat, "you could have ruined all chance me being Joffrey's queen.
"Sansa," their mother exclaimed.
"Trust me Sansa, if he's anything like his father then I'll have done you a favour." she told her foolishly naive sister.
"You're such an embarrassment; no wonder the king doesn't want you to marry his son." Sansa snapped spitefully. There were times when Rebekah simply wanted to strangle her naive, idiotic sister.
However her reply was cut off by her mother "That's it, if the two don't act civil to each other than neither of you can go to the feast."
"Mother since Rebekah won't be wearing a dress can I wear her red and gold one" ah that dress she thought, one of the minor Lannister cousins, she honestly couldn't remember which as there were almost as many Lannisters as there were Frays, had sent her a dress in Lannister colours in the hope of setting up a betrothal between the two of them. And wearing Lannister colours instead of Stark, well it seems Sansa was really desperate to make a good impression on Joffrey
"You're teats are far too small to fill that dress sweet sister, and you should be thankful I'm not wearing it or you'd have no hope of getting the attention of your beloved prince." she told her sister mockingly. She had never been close to Sansa, not only did she find her sister stupidly naive but she was more annoying then both Kol and Finn combined. She also hated the fact that Sansa had long since picked up on their mother's hatred for Jon and started to treat him poorly in a pathetic attempt to please their mother. Though Rebekah didn't like it, her mother had a legitimate reason not to like Jon, Sansa didn't.
"Okay that's enough," their mother yelled, finally losing her patience "Rebekah leave now." Her mother ordered and with that she gladly left her sister's room.
To her surprise, she was actually enjoying the feast. Well everyone was bar her parents and the queen, the later due to the King publicly groping and kissing every girl that crossed his path. Though the main reason for her enjoyment was the King apologizing to her at the start of the feast in front of everyone, while she refused stating that she wouldn't apologize for telling the truth as the Targaryen's were his kin whether he liked it or not.
However the main reason for her enjoyment was that she and Sansa were sitting with Joffrey while the prince recalled them with obviously fake stories of his so called expertise in hunting and tournaments while Sansa ate up his every word without a second thought. It was honestly the closest thing to a comedy show she had ever seen in this life and she was struggling not to laugh, as she felt she had insulted the royal family enough for their visit and they hadn't even been here a day. However when Arya through a piece of food at Sansa, hitting her cheek she, nor anyone else for that matter, bothered to hold in their laughter as Sansa whined about what happened.
Catching her mother looking at her and then pointedly looking at Arya, she got the message and went over to her sister. "Time for bed little sis" she said picking Arya up and carrying her out of the great all putting her down once they exited.
"It's not fair, why isn't Sansa being sent out as well?" Arya asked.
"Well if it makes you feel any better you did provide some brilliant entertainment" she told her.
"But still, I'm stuck with Sansa playing with needles while you get to use a sword" despite the fact that Arya idolized her, the fact that she was allowed to use a sword but Arya wasn't, was a bit of a sour spot in their relationship.
"All right then how about this, if you behave for the rest of the kings visit then I'll convince father to let you be fostered at Bear Island" she said knowing her sister wouldn't be able to resist since it was well known that Bear Island trained both men and women how to fight.
"Really?" Her sister asked hopefully.
"Yes" she answered and after she took Arya to her room she went straight to the courtyard knowing that she'd find Jon there and to her surprise she found him talking to Tyrion Lannister, the imp.
"Let me give you some advice bastard," the dwarf started "Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armour so it can never be used to hurt you." Well it seemed that Tyrion Lannister was far wiser then you would think."
"What the hell do you know about being a bastard?" her brother demanded.
"All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes." he answered and she felt sympathy for him, if even half of the things she'd about the man was true then she had no doubt growing up with Tywin Lannister as a father was anything but pleasant.
"Thank you for what you said to my brother Lord Tyrion" she told him as he walked past.
"Lady Stark" he greeted looking at her curiously "We were on the other end of the courtyard and not speaking very loudly, you must have very excellent hearing." Well it seemed he was not only wise but also observant. 'I better be careful around him,' she thought.
"Thank you Lord Tyrion" she said even though she wasn't entirely sure it was a compliment. Walking over to her brother she said "Well since the chances of getting you to go to the remainder of the feast are practically non-existent, how about a sparring match?" she asked and her brother nodded.
The royal party had been here for a month and they were finally going to be leaving in the next few, unfortunately with father, Bran and Sansa. Father had accepted to become the king's hand and Sansa had been betrothed to the crown prince, though she honestly didn't know why Bran was going. Arya was originally meant to go as well but she suggested to her father about fostering Arya at Bear Island and he'd written to Maege Mormont, the lady of Bear Island, and she had agreed to foster Arya.
At this minute she was playing with Freya who in the last two months had already grown to the size of a large dog and she had no doubt that she would eventually be as large as a horse like her mother was. Looking up she saw Bran climbing a tower outside of Winterfell. Mother wasn't going to be happy about that she thought and she went back to playing with Freya. Looking back at the tower she was surprised that she couldn't see Bran on the tower. He was barely halfway the last time she looked and couldn't have climbed all the way to the top and back down in such a small amount of time. Feeling dread fill her she began walking to the tower with Freya trailing behind. As she got closer she could hear the sound of a dog whining, or a direwolf she realized and she began to run towards the tower. "BRAN" she screamed when she arrived at the base of the tower and saw Bran unconscious on the floor with his direwolf whimpering next to him. There was only one explanation, Bran had fallen.
End of chapter 3. Please review.
