Chapter 9: Home Again
This chapter will introduce a lot of the changes and new characters (OCs), including one of the two main characters. He is an OC and a Stark. The other main character will be Robb, his older brother. Don't worry though you'll get other POV's besides those two. I'll also start a new format, stating the location and year at the beginning of POV's.
Jeopardizer: Ned married Catelyn for honor and an alliance. Unfortunately Hoster chose to side with the throne.
Onyxhaider98: You'll see what happened to Catelyn and Hoster eventually. Ned took the long way around to get to the Riverlands.
Owain
Winterfell, 299 AC
He smiled as the morning sun shined down on his home. It had been four years since he felt the cool northern air. Four years since his father sent him with Robert Baratheon. Owain had been through a lot during his time away. But now he was home. All he wanted to do was see his family. His thoughts were broken as a large hand slammed into his back.
"How does it feel to be home?" Robert Baratheon asked in his usual booming voice.
Looking at Winterfell he couldn't help but frown. He made sure to straighten his face before glancing at the man who had raised him for three years. His time as a mercenary had kept him in near perfect fighting form. Owain had never seen a better warrior than Robert Baratheon, though one man came close. He had followed the man into many battles and saw him end the lives of many men. There were numerous things he shared with Robert that he didn't with his father. Robert taught to fight with many weapons. He kissed his first girl and drunk his first pitcher of ale. Doing those things he formed a tight bond with the man. Just like his father, he saw Robert as family. He was his uncle in all but blood.
"It feels…good. I can't wait to see everyone." A grin settled on his face as he thought of his family.
He missed his family, he missed his mother for sure but that went unsaid. He deeply missed Robb and his twin, Alysanne. The three had been inseparable as children up until Robb and he had been fostered away. Robb went to Runestone and Owain to Greywater Watch. He'd been away from them too long but it was necessary. He even made friends that would last a lifetime.
There were Robert's eldest children, Arlan and Brielle. Arlan was nearly an exact copy of his father, with the exception of his light brown skin and eyes. His skin he inherited from his mother, his eyes were an oddity. He like Owain had dual colored irises. The features of each side of their families battling for supremacy. While he had the warrior instincts of his father but other than that he was a bit of a recluse. Brielle had the looks of her mother but the hair and eyes of her father. Her blue eyes were a shade darker than her father and brother. She was just as fierce as the males in her family.
Then there was Conno and Li. He had met them on one of his misadventures. Since that moment they followed him wherever he went. Li said something in his native tongue that made Owain chuckle.
"Yes Li, this is Winterfell, one of the last fabled redoubts." Owain answered as they trotted through Winter town.
Speaking of the once small town, Owain was surprised to see the roads bustling. Small walls had been built around the town seemingly connecting it to Winterfell and protecting it all at once. Bigger houses of fine stone were built behind those of wood. He knew his father had ordered improvements but to progress at such a pace was surprising. Wintertown, now ironically name as was basically a city. Winterfell had truly become the center of the North now. Quite a bit of winter coins would be needed for such a thing.
"O, O!" Owain knew that voice. Looking ahead he saw the person he missed the most.
Jumping down from his horse he ran towards Winterfell. He grunted as small arms wrapped around him. Dark hair covered his face as he hugged the small figure.
"Aly, I've missed you." Pulling away he smiled at his identical twin.
The same glittering pale blue, gold eyes stared back at him. It was easy to see the resemblance of the two. She even had the same crooked smirk that Owain wore.
"I see you found a way to get out of wearing dresses." Owain smiled as he saw the mailed skirt with breeches underneath it.
"Mother made a good case to father. Now come, everyone is waiting for you."
"And here I thought we were family." Robert said in a teasing voice.
Alysanne smiled widely as she noticed the rest of the arriving party. She launched herself towards the Baratheon man. Robert gave a hearty laugh picking the girl off of the ground. After she was set back down she moved to Arlan and Brielle. Owain couldn't help but smile at the small family reunion. While everyone was occupied with each other he saw a small group of heavy horsemen coming towards them. The direwolf of House Stark emblazoned proudly on their chest. Though this one was white, the personalized sigil of the deadliest fighting force in the north.
"It seems we've taken too long. Father sent the Wolves out after us."
All eyes turned to the approaching northern knights. The leading figure was a familiar one. Martyn Cassel road with his head high.
"Prince Owain, it is good to see you. Your father, his grace, sent me to escort you and Lord Robert to Winterfell but the princess seems to have beat me to it."
"Martyn, you old dog. I told Ned we didn't need an escort." Robert boomed.
Martyn smiled, clasping hands with massive man. With all the greetings finished, the group made their way to Winterfell.
Almost nothing had changed since he'd last been home. The Winter Wolves trained in the courtyard of the restored First Keep. Servants walked about, tending to their duties. Guards stood at their stations watching and protecting. Among of all the everyday actions he saw the welcome party.
His family stood at the gates of the Great Keep. His father stood tall, he looked more imposing than he had when Owain left. The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter sat on his head and furs wrapped around his body. Most notably was the pommel of Ice sticking out over his shoulder and the new scar on his left cheek. It seemed his father had seen battle recently.
His older brother, Robb, stood to his father's left with a smirk on his face and his hand on his blade-A habit he picked up from his teacher no doubt.
A large smile came to his face when his eyes fell on his mother. She was the light of his life, the brightest star in the north, his father would tell him. She smiled back seeing her son's gaze. Next to her stood his younger siblings. Voria, who was his mother's twin. Lastly was Rickard, an oddity with the white hair and gray eyes.
Jumping down from his horse he made his way to his father first. He wanted to go to his mother but it would be seen as disrespect.
"Father, I've missed you." He said standing near as tall as his father.
Eddard smiled clutching his son in a solid hug, "It has been too long, son."
Continuing with tradition he went to his brother, the heir to the Kingdom of the North. His brother flashed a grin before snatching him into a fierce hug. He let him go looking him up and down. Over the three years Owain had grown taller and wider than his older brother.
"I see you've been training."
"Aye, brother, how else can I keep up with the likes of you. Not everybody can be trained by the fabled Ser Arthur Dayne." There was bitterness in his voice but it was not targeted towards his brother but towards his uncle. He threw a quick glance at one of the shadows standing behind his family.
Owain hated men who followed without question. Now, he didn't support treason but a man or woman who followed orders without a thought of their own was nothing in his eyes. The Gods gave man free-will for a reason.
"And not everyone can be trained by the legendary Demon of the Disputed Lands." Robb returned with a smirk.
Owain enveloped his brother in a quick hug before going to the person he missed most. His mother's smile made all the weight on his shoulders disappear. Hugging her as if he'd never let go, Owain buried his head in her shoulder like he was a child once more.
He heard his mother giggle, "My, my, you are not so small anymore, my little winter star."
Owain blushed at the nickname his mother picked for him. She had called him that since birth. He was born with the black hair of his mother and a mixture of the looks of his parents. His eyes however, were an anomaly. Near the pupil they were a pale blue, near white, that lightened out to gold towards the edge of his irises. His mother told him that the moment he was born winter and summer clashed. The sun retreated as the moon and stars rose to prominence. Hence his nickname, a star born into winter.
"Mother, it good to see you again."
Before he could do anything else Voria and Rickard mobbed him.
"O!"
"Owain!"
Owain smiled, he missed them. The Baratheons were family too but he missed being in Winterfell. He couldn't wait to tell them about his time in Essos, though some things he would keep to himself. He subconsciously frowned as dark memories flashed to the surface of his mind.
Dragons filled the skies, three eyed krakens roamed the seas, golden lions running rampant and bloody roses grew everywhere. That was what he had been seeing lately. Some things were still blurry but it did not seem like a good dream.
"O, O, what's the matter?" He heard his twin's voice.
He snapped out of his gaze and put on a smile. Alysanne frowned at the smile, knowing it was fake. Owain knew he wouldn't be able to keep much, if anything, from his twin. Like most twins they shared a special bond, almost as if they shared a soul. There were times he could hear her voice and that was when he was in Essos or at Greywater Watch. He could feel her pain, her sadness but also her happiness. The best nights were when she would sing into the night. He was sure she was looking into the starry sky just as he was. Then there were times when they were children when one of them would get hurt and the other would feel it. She probably already knew of the dreams he had. She always read his mind better than he did hers.
"We'll talk about it later, Aly." She glared at him, "I swear."
The glare disappeared, replaced by a grin, "Good, now come, everyone already went inside."
"Just a moment." Owain looked back towards the sky and held his hand out.
Alysanne looked at her brother with clear impatience in her eyes though it soon turned to shock. From the sky came one of the largest owls she had ever laid eyes on. It's black and gray body blotted out the sun. The massive bird landed on her brothers metal greaves.
"This is, Svnoyi. He was a gift from Conno."
Alysanne rolled her eyes and continued inside. Owain whispered something in the massive owl's ear making him fly away before following his sister inside the Great Keep of Winterfell. There were swarms of people. He could see men bearing the sigils from lords across the northern kingdom. It explained the bustling streets of Winter town. But why were they there? His answer came in the voice of his father.
"I know you've just gotten back but you're a prince of the North. That means you need to know what's going on, come."
Owain nodded to his sister before following his father, Robb and Robert. Arlan and his companions gave him a questioning look. He signalled them to follow. They didn't have far to go as they made it to the great hall. The Winterguard stood vigilantly outside the door. Sitting around the massive table in the center of the room were five major lords of the north and the Chief Commander. Some Owain remembered from memories, others were vaguely familiar but he knew their sigils. Sitting from left to right he named them in his head.
"Lord Willam Dustin, Lord Edric Frost, Uncle Benjen, Ser Wylis Manderly, Greatjon Umber and the Chief Commander of the Winterguard, Trevyr Dustin." These were his father's greatest supporters. Though the representatives of the Mountain Clans and House Glover were absent.
"My lords, my son Owain has returned home. Returned by my brother in all but blood." A cheer rose up for Owain and Robert.
"It's good to be back, my lords." He said smiling at them.
"The North has never done wrong by me, it is an honor to be accepted here."
"Before we start, I think there are some introductions due." The King in the North said looking at the three males behind Owain and Robert.
Robert introduced Arlan first, "This is my firstborn son, Arlan Baratheon."
"The boy looks like he'll be bigger than you, Baratheon." Lord Frost yelled.
Arlan was indeed the size of his father at only ten and six.
"Aye," Robert slapped his son on the shoulder, "He'll make any Baratheon proud."
Eddard turned to Owain and his shadows. Conno and Li stood proudly behind Owain.
"This is Chai Li, third born son of the sixty-ninth Yellow Emperor, Chai Do."
Murmurs went through the room but they soon quieted down as Eddard raised his hand. He turned his eyes towards his son, who shrugged, then towards the YiTish prince.
"How did you come into the company of my son?"
Li looked towards Owain with a confused face. Owain chuckled before turning back to his father.
"Speak, easterner, the King in the North questions you!" The Greatjon boomed.
"Peace Lord Umber, Li does not speak the common tongue." He turned back to his father, "I met Li when we had a contract with a YiTish lord. I managed to get him and a few others out of a burning building."
"Don't be so modest, boy. Ned, your boy cut down a dozen men and ran into a burning building to save half the village. Afterwards they all pledged eternal loyalty to him. Li, here was the only one that chose to follow him back. They renamed their village after him, or so they said. I can't really understand their gibberish."
Owain cleared his throat. He didn't like the attention he was getting. He was a second son, glory was for Robb. He then turned to Conno, "This is Conno, he hails from Sothoryos."
All eyes were on the bronzed skin man. Owain smirked, he met Conno with the same look as the one his fellow northman held now. Conno did have a unique appearance. He stood above most men, well above six feet, the size of the Baratheon men. His hair was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were as a flame of fire.
"What company you keep, nephew, a YiTish prince and a brindled man." Lord Benjen said chuckling.
"I am no brindled man, my lord." Conno said with a twitch of his mouth. His booming voice caught the room's occupants off guard.
Benjen raised an eyebrow, "No, I've heard that's what they call the men of Sothoryos. Though you don't fit the description of them. Tell us please, what are you?"
"I am a man, nothing like those unfortunate savages."
"Tell us more of your homeland." Eddard said cutting in. The King in the North had become curious. He heard tales of the savage brindled men of Sothoryos. Their monstrous looks and behavior but his son's companion was nothing like that, sans his massive size and the muscles that came with it.
"Of course, your grace. I was born in southern Sothoryos. It is nothing like the northern part you know of. It is all desert, the forest was destroyed by a fireball sent by Amunta of the Heavens. The fire was sent to wipe out the bloodless ones that rampaged the lands but it was stopped before it could fulfill its purpose, leaving one half of Sothoryos full of forested lands, the other an ocean of sand."
"That still does not explain why there are brindled men and those like you." Eddard inquired.
"Apologies, your grace. When fire failed, my ancestors took the fight to the bloodless ones. Eventually the fight was won but not without a price. The northern lands were tainted. Most retreated back south to live but there were those that were entranced by the dark power left in the north."
"Interesting story, again I ask, how did you come into the company of my son?"
"Chief General Robert assigned me as Owain's guard. Over the years we've become good friends. I follow him because I see the greatness within him."
"It seems you've gained some loyal companions, son." Eddard rubbed his beard as he thought, "Now with that done, we've business to attend to."
Owain nodded to Conno and Li dismissing them. When the two foreigners left the room, the king turned towards his lords. The attending major northern lords sat tall in wait. Whipping winds could be heard as it remained silent.
"There are dire happenings in Westeros. News has reached our land of the death of our ally and my friend, King Quellon Greyjoy. His grandson, Rodrik and his family perished as well."
A moment of silence was given for the fallen. Quellon might have been liked in the north for his adherence to the New Way of the ironborn but his son's were different. Rodrik, like his late father, was stuck in the Old Way. He fought his grandfather at every turn but Quellon was respected too much among the isles. Balon had the support in the form of his younger brothers but even then they were split. The tension among the Greyjoy family sent the second eldest son of Quellon to faraway lands.
"I'm afraid that is not it. Euron Greyjoy has returned in the wake of the deaths of his family. He's called a kingsmoot."
Owain heard of Euron Greyjoy. The banished, they called him. The events behind his banishment were bone chilling.
The tale was Euron intentionally crashed his ship into his brother Balon's. In the wake of the accident the entirety of the Great Kraken's crew, including Balon's son Maron, was spilled into the Smoking Sea, lost to the world. Euron blamed it on the low visibility of the sea near the doom. Upon his arrival back to the islands the survivors spoke of what happened. He was set to trial and found guilty of purposely crashing into his brother's ship. Luckily the ironborn believed no man was as accursed as the kinslayer so instead he was banished for as long as Quellon ruled. Now he was back.
"What does this have to do with the north, Ned?" Owain heard Robert ask.
Owain saw his father rapidly age before his eyes as he sighed. The second eldest Stark son knew that the bronze crown was heavy on his father's head. It was times like this that Owain was happy Robb was born first.
"Euron was banished by Quellon, his captains would not dishonor him by selecting Euron as his successor." Lord Dustin voiced his opinion.
"If only they valued honor as such. Quellon is dead and they value the living more so than the dead. Euron gained the respect of some of the ironborn through his feats of piracy across the world."
The entire known world knew the feats of the Crow's Eye. Euron had sailed to across the world, raping and pillaging wherever he went. His most known accomplishment was his battle with the infamous Prince of the Narrow Sea, Salladhor Saan. Many men lost their lives at sea, not many lived to tell the tale.
"Our king is correct, the ironborn respect power and Euron has that. His Dusk Fleet is known worldwide. Not many will oppose him." Ser Wylis added.
"If Euron ascends to the Seastone Chair then chaos will follow." Benjen spoke up. Owain knew his uncle had met the man after he finally married Asha Greyjoy.
"Lord Benjen is right, but what can we do? Despite our years of being allied majority of the ironborn still do not respect us." The Lord of Barrowton said with a look of disdain.
The second son of the north watched as his father rubbed his beard in silence. Owain sighed as his eyes fell on him and Robb.
"Robb, Owain, what could we do to stop Euron?"
As heir, Robb went first, "We show our loyalty to the best Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy. He's a proven warrior and leader."
It made sense that Robb would say Theon's name. Theon had been a ward of Winterfell since the age of seven. The youngest son of Balon had been like a brother to he and Robb, but more so to Robb. He had been called back to the islands by his grandfather not a year before.
Owain saw the different looks his father's lords wore and so did the king, "Speak freely, my lords."
That's what Owain believed made his father a good king, his willingness to hear the truth. Most men and women in such a high position only like to hear what they want but his father let people speak what they believed to be true.
His uncle Benjen went first, knowing Theon the best, "Theon's a good lad, a bit promiscuous and arrogant. His skill with a blade is average but with a bow he is gifted by the Gods. As for being a leader, the boy can talk a fish out of the water."
That got a few laughs from the present lords, his father even cracked a smile.
"Aye, he can talk and shoot a bow but he is arrogant by far. That will get him in trouble, especially with a prideful bunch like the ironborn." Edric Frost was a man that Owain could respect, a warrior.
"Prince Theon is a better choice than his brother or uncle, we know that. Owain how would you go about this."
"Robb was correct in saying we put our support behind someone, but not Theon."
Owain ignored the betrayed look his brother gave him. He loved Theon like a brother but this wasn't about love, it was about choosing the right man.
Eddard narrowed his eyes, "Then who, son?"
"Rodrik Harlaw, currently he is the most powerful man in the Iron Islands. He is a sensible and a learned man. He will be Quellon's successor in bringing the ironborn into a new era."
"Both are decent options and will be taken into consideration. Anymore suggestions, my lords?"
The question was met with silence. The only response was the winds continuing to roar outside the walls of the fabled castle. A knock at the door got the attention of the men. Jonos Frost, one of the Winterguard opened the door.
"Your grace, a raven has arrived from White Harbor." Jonos was beckoned in. He handed the letter to his king before bidding goodbye.
"Dark wings, dark words, indeed my lords. According to Lord Wyman's network the south is facing dire problems."
"What has that fire-brained lizard done now?" Off all people in the world, Benjen hated the southern king most.
"Rhaegar's fiery god is finally taking hold. The High Septon does not like the progress this foreign faith is making."
Owain scowled at the mention of R'hllor. He had met many red priest during his time in Essos. Creatures more than humans. Majority of them mocked his faith, mocked the Gods. If the Gods had not made him to be so merciful his blades would have been permanently stained with their tainted blood.
"It's been sixteen years, Ned. Rhaegar has been praising his fire god for sixteen years. Why has the faith chose to stir trouble now?" Robert asked sitting his goblet of wine down.
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait for the rest of the council to arrive to speak more on that matter." The present lords nodded in respect.
Lords Manderly, Bolton held the positions of Shadowseeker and Lawspeaker, respectively. Robett Glover, who served as Battle Master, was out searching for a group of brigands that had been harassing caravans coming to and from Winterfell. The last of the royal council was Vayon Poole, The First Barterer.
"If that is all, this meeting is over, my lords." The room fell silent but that was interrupted by Robb.
"There is something, father." The prince of the north said, "The reports of the amount of game in the Wolfswood suddenly dropping is worrying. Hunter's are barely bringing home enough to survive and with winter surely coming, they are worried."
"That is troubling, coupled with the reports of the unknown beast prowling in the nights. Something will have to be done."
"I'll do it father, I can go into the forest and find out what is going on." Owain volunteered.
His father looked surprised. He looked to open his mouth to deny his son but a nod from Robert quickly changed his mind.
"You will leave at tomorrow at dusk, Jonos will accompany you."
Owain smirked, "I mean no disrespect, father, but Conno and Li are protection enough."
"That they might but Jonos is accompanying you." The king used a tone that made his voice final.
"Aye, father. I will get to the bottom of this." Owain bowed.
"If that is all, this meeting is over." Eddard rose and his lords rose with him.
They all gave their king a slight bow before he walked out of the room. The northern lords followed out after their king. Owain was the last one to leave. He wanted to find Conno and Li. His searched was was swiftly interrupted as a gauntlet covered hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Owain." He knew that voice.
He turned to see his uncle, Ser Arthur Dayne. Instead of the white armor he was known for, a shining silver set covered his body. The ever present pommel of Dawn was peeking over his shoulder. He wore a thin smile as he looked at his nephew.
"S-Uncle Arthur, it has been quite some time." Owain stopped himself from calling the man Ser Arthur. His mother hated when Owain treated his uncle coldly.
"It has, I'm sure you've gotten much better with a blade since our last spar." Arthur said trying to appeal to one of the few things they had in common.
"Much better, but still not as good as you, uncle."
"You're only a boy of one and five. You have plenty of time to be better than I ever can be." Arthur smiled.
"Flattery gets you nowhere, Uncle." Owain slipped his uncle's hand off his shoulder, "It was good to see you."
Owain didn't stay long enough to see his uncle's face drop. The second prince couldn't help but be indifferent to his uncle. His final actions in the war may have ended it but his inaction in the beginning let it happen to begin with. His parents had tried to keep them away from the stories of the Dead Dragon's War but it was inevitable. Robb chose to admire his Uncle as the fabled knight who stopped the war but Owain saw him as the coward who let it start.
Quickly forgetting his uncle Owain went to find his sister. The day had only just begun and he wanted to spend time with her but first he needed to go to the godswood.
He quickly found himself surrounded by the ancient trees of the godswood of Winterfell. The massive heart tree that sat in the center of the thicket looked on wryly. Owain knelt down in front of the sour faced tree and took his dagger out. Cutting his hand open he let his blood fall freely onto the exposed roots. As the blood fell, guttural, hard words left his mouth.
The lips of the tree seemed to curve up a bit, as if it was trying to smile. With his brief prayer done Owain rose once again to find his sister. Heading towards the healing ward he found her talking to a wounded man. He smiled as an idea popped in his head. Moving stealthily crept up behind her.
"It's not nice to sneak up on people, O." Alysanne turned around grinning.
"I never could sneak up on you. You busy?"
"No, Waldon here is good now. Right Waldon?" The old man only smiled and nodded.
Alysanne giggled at the man before saying goodbye. Owain led his sister out of the area of healing.
"So, tell me all about being the youngest warrior of the Brotherhood."
His mind wandered back to his stay in essos. In the four short years of his membership of the Brotherhood he had many adventures and plenty of stories to tell.
"It's nothing like being here in the North. Over there I wasn't a prince but a warrior like everyone else. Sometimes it was hard being young and solid of faith. Uncle Robert never took it easy on me. He beat me into submission every day."
Alysanne giggled at her brother's pain, "It was good, I learned a lot and matured. But there were times where I was lonely, sad and wanted to come home. I prayed to the Gods, I asked them to give me a reason to stay. That was when I heard your voice."
Turning to see Alysanne smiling, "I heard you too, O. I sung for you."
Owain gave an identical smile, "The Gods have their ways."
"That they do, brother. Speaking of the gods, have you had any dreams lately?"
Owain forced himself not to tense up. He still wasn't sure if he wanted her to know of the nightmares he'd been having. He still didn't know what to make of them. One thing he knew about having the sight was to never act rashly on what you witnessed.
"Owain Stark, do not think you can lie to me for one second."
"I've seen a lot, most of it is worrying." Owain had his head down so his sister wouldn't see the look in his eyes.
"Like what, tell me, O?" Alysanne had a look a worry on her face. Owain was always the strong twin.
"I've dreamt of battles, bloodier than any I've fought in. Animals, the sigils of Westeros and foreign beasts alike fighting. I've seen the land a fire and iced over. There are two things that worry me the most due to their constant occurrences."
"W-what?" Alysanne's voice barely came out as a whisper. She was getting scared now. Their connection allowed her to feel his fear. His fear was evident in his eyes, it was a rare sight. Only bad things followed the times he feared his visions.
The second born prince of the north could feel the fear his sister was practically exuding. He inwardly cursed himself for letting his fear get to his twin. He reached down grabbing her hand as he steeled himself and her.
"I shouldn't be telling you this."
"No, O. We're twins, we shared our mother's womb. We can share our fear." Most of the fear had gone from the northern princess and an unknown strength had taken it's place.
Owain couldn't help but smile. While he was considered the strong twin, Alysanne had her times of being his anchor. He did not want to share the terrors of the sight with her but she would get it out some way.
"The first thing is the lack of wolves, they aren't there." Owain was worried, he saw representations of the major houses of Westeros, even some minor ones but no wolves.
"What is the second thing?"
"There are armies and generals leading them, seven of them. Each leader is blurred from my sight but the power exuding from them keeps me frozen as the battle rages around me. With each dream everything becomes clearer but the last one was moons ago."
"Remember they don't always come true." Alysanne said with a voice full of hope.
"You're right, I'm blessed by the Gods, I have to remember it's a gift and not a curse." While he did see it as a gift from the Old Gods, he knew more than likely trouble was coming not only to Westeros, but the world.
There it is guys. I love the support I'm getting. I came in to this story worried about the different turn I've taken. Not to mention the take I have on the Gods and magic. Nevertheless it is my story so I'll write how I want but with you guys in mind. As you can see things and characters have changed. Some of the differences are not so obvious but you'll get to see how the changes affect Planetos.
On another note, I hope you guys like all the OC's i've introduced, I assure you they're all unique with great backstories that will play a part in the story to come. Please let me know what you guys think. By the way I wanted to know if you guys think it's too modern for the Stark children to call Robert uncle. Remember here he was a constant presence. Something I was wondering about was the old tongue. Would you guys like me to come up with some words or just state when characters are speaking it? Keep in mind that coming up with a new words for it won't be easy so it'll take some time. Until next time, LKnight out.
