Dawn of Heroes The First Roman

by ImageViewer

Inspired by Eagles of Westeros. Michael Vicaron died in his world saving a girl by pushing her out of the way from a truck that unfortunately took him instead of going to heaven he was greeted by 7 entities claiming to be gods from his favourite show Games of thrones and that they need his help to stop and unstoppable evil from the south east and north from destroying the world the

10. Chapter 10

Dawn Of Heroes The First Roman Ch 10

sorry it took awhile but I was away for a week and didn't have that much time to work on this fic, the main source I use for these chapters are gone so I had to use what I could find and fill it in from there, as well as the website I was working on crashing erasing half of the work I did so I had to do it on step at a time saving at every sentence just to make sure it's safe, I adding into the previous chapters the golden vault that I somehow forget to add into the story so that in the future chapters Rome will be in a cold war conflict with the Iron Bank that might escalate into a full blown war.

I might plan on adding more into this chapter after learning a bit more about the episode.

I apologise for any delays into this chapter and hope that it is still as good as my previous works but it contains over 14,000 words so it will be a bit more longer then my usual chapters.

enjoy.

Kings landing, Shadows Revealed and unforeseen request's

The Journey to Kings landing was less then exciting in Roberts opinion because of the lack of bandits attacks as we travelled south, however to those from the north who have or haven't travelled south came across the site of what was supposed to be an old bridge connecting north and the rest of Westeros over the trident was instead a magnificent city that to them was a copy of the great city Rome.

The city of Florentine was an awe inspiring site for those in the north as be aught this grand metropolis seated on top of the trident river, the faces of the Northerners was almost funny to look at as they stared at the city in awe,

Eddard Stark looked at the city like he was watching the 7 descend upon the earth, because what was once an old bridge was now a grand city of marble sitting on top of the trident.

Jon was in awe at the site of the city, while he has visited Rome for the Olympics he has never explored the city itself when he was there, so when he entered Florentine for the first time, he beheld the marble structures of houses, shops and streets that reflected the light from the sun that made it look like a city of light with the all of the bright colours that he saw around him.

Sansa who was eager to see not only kings landing but also Rome so she was stunned by what was before her, this Grand city that laid before her was second compared to Rome when she visited it, but that didn't mean it was a spectacular site to her, to see the suns light reflect off of the marble and stone walls and structures made it look like a pearl from a distance.

Like before when Michael and the kings company entered Florentine for the first time the people cheered at the Northerners dropping flower petals on the company who were awestruck at the warm welcome they were receiving like they were hero's returning from war.

The people cheered them on as they made their way towards the home of the Frey's and they were amazed by the site of palace that they call a home that beats the Red keep in both size and display, marble columns at the entrances and sides as it held up the roof of the palace, white Marble walls and red roof tiles.

They were greeted by the Frey's and spent a day there resting for their journey to south and celebrating the Lord stark's new position as Hand of the King, the company feasted on Roman cuisine that Robert proclaimed in his drunken state that this is only food that he'd be happy to die eating on.

During the feast an messenger eagle flew into the hall stopping many in their celebration as It landed in front of Michael who dinning with the stark family, upon reading the message he asked that everyone turn their attention to him because he has news on Brans condition.

This caught everyone's attention as silence enveloped the room with everyone starring at the young lord including two siblings who dreaded to what the letter had to say.

"Brandon Stark has awakened since yesterday at midnight" the hall bursted in cheers and sighs of relief at the boy's recovery, Robert being the best friend that he was patted Ned on the back proclaiming "what'd I tell you Ned, any son of yours will brush off a fall like that like it was nothing".

However their cheering was stopped by further news "however the day after we left an attempt had been made on his life and was thankfully thwarted" that stopped them still as they awaited what more I had to tell them "while he'll make a full recovery it is unfortunate that he suffers from a loss of memory of the day of his fall" that disappointed a lot of them since they wanted to know how a boy who practically grew climb could fall while from the corners of his vision he saw the two Lannister siblings sigh in relief that they're secret is safe.

After Michael told them of the news on Brans recovery the King told everyone to shut it because the Prince also had something to say, it was at that moment that a reluctant red nosed Joffrey kneeled before the Stark family and publicly apologised for his actions against his brother's wife to be and the actions taken against them.

Michael who was enjoying every single moment of this could of sworn he heard a tooth chip from both the prince and the queen as the looks on their face's was of humiliation and fury at having to kneel and apologise to someone lesser then them.

Once the feast was over and their heads and body's rested the company continued their march south where a few days later they reach the capital of Westeros 'Kings Landing', the red keep standing tall and above the stone city and its walls.

Upon reaching the walls the city Michael advised them to saviour what fresh air they had because as they pasted some of the crowd outside the walls the smell of Faeces, Urine and Seven knows whatever else assaulted their senses causing all of them to scrunch up their faces in disgust and hold their breaths until they reached the red Keep.

Once they past the city and reached the keep they released they held breaths to inhale what little fresh air they had around them before a servant greeted them and escorted the new Hand of the king to councils chambers.

-Micheal Pov-

Catching up the stark company I rode to the carriage Sansa was on along with Arya before stopping beside them "what's your impression of kings landing so far?" I asked curious about what she thinks of this city after seeing Florentine "it's um... not as grand as I imagined it to be" she confessed as lady like as she can before her younger sister bluntly stated "it's smells and looks like shit!".

This earned her the usual "Arya!" from both Sansa and their Nan, chuckling at their usual family banter I gently placed my hand on an embarrassed Sansa cheek and turned it to face me where I lightly kissed her, she melted in my affectionate action before returning it in full force locking our lips together.

While Arya made "eww and gross" sounds, it did not bother her in the slightest as she seemed trapped in our kissing to even care about her sister's displeasure; sadly I had to break it because I had some business to take off leaving a dazed and blushing Sansa in her seat.

"I have to take care of thing but I'll come back to help with the packing" I said to her softly with smile on my face, "ok" she responded still in love stuck state she held on to my armoured hand very lightly like she was savouring my touch, "that's my girl" I replied kissing her lightly again before dismounting my horse and walking through the red keep on my way to the throne where two of the city watch opened the large doors to the throne room where Ned and Jamie were discussing the previous king before their attention was drafted to him.

"Ned, ser Jamie" I dipped my head to him in respect and he responded in kind, upon closer inspection I was surprised that the cut I made in his armour was still there, I honestly half expected him to have filled in but he keep it "I see you still bear the wound in your armour" I gestured to the large cut.

"I was just telling Lord Stark of how people have been swinging at me for years yet not one of them have ever laid a scratch on me until you came along, beat me in far fight and created a deep scratch in my armour, so I thought why not keep it as a reminder of the first time I lost in a duel" he explained

Feeling a bit honoured I responded "I am honoured that you kept it, if you ever want rematch again don't hesitate to ask" chuckling he replied back "I'll keep that in mind, now I shouldn't keep you from duties as the King's hand lord stark" moving out of our way before we continued on our walk to the small council.

-small council Michael pov-

Upon entering the Small council's chambers we were greeted by Verys the spider who shook both of our hands "lord Stark and Lord Vicarion welcome I had heard of your troubles in your travels, we are all praying for the princes recovery" Verys stated but before Ned could reprimand the man I jump in "I do believe your preys should be on the hands son, falling from a tower is more concerning then a bleeding nose especially an attempt on the poor boy's life".

That wiped the small smile on his face for second before the other council members introduced themselves and we took our seats to discuss the hand's tourney, Ned listed off the winning prizes of the tourney "40,000 gold dragons to the champion, 20,000 to the runner up, 20,000 to the archer" any sane man would know that would bankrupt a kingdom plus the price for food and entertainment didn't help.

"Can the treasury bear such expense?" Grand Maester Pycelle inquired about the so call money that the treasury has, "I'll have to borrow it, the Lannister's will accommodate I expect, we already owe Tywin three million gold and the generous vault fifty thousand so what's another eighty thousand" Petyr informed them leaving a shocked and disbelieved Ned stark in his place of how the crown has fallen so far into debt.

"Are you telling me that the crown is over three million in debt!?" Ned asked in disbelief of what he just heard "no I'm telling you that the crown is over 7 million in debt" Baelish corrected "How you could let this happen!" Ned asked furious on how the council let the crown fall into a deep debt that would take generations to come out off.

"The master of coin finds the money, the king and the Hand spend it" Petyr stated to him what his duties were "I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm" Ned said in defence of his mentor and friend.

"Lord Arryn gave wise and prudent advise, but I fear his grace doesn't always listen" Pycelle spoke out weakly in his usual frail old man disguise, "counting coppers he calls it" Renly sigh at his brothers attitude towards his duties as king.

"I have to agree with Lord Stark on this matter, there no way one king can single handily put the crown into to that deep of a debt, it would take generations of kings to put themselves into debt" I interjected gaining the attention of the entire council.

"And how would you know what it would take to put a realm into that much debt?" Petyr inquired obviously trying to make look like a fool "you haven't seen the state that of the treasury or even know the coins daily spent by the king on his drinks and women" he finished letting the lords look at me to see on how I counter against him.

"Your words are true lord Baelish, while I am not the master of coin like you are or even the king himself, I and the members of the vault are well trained in economics to know that in his Majesty's rein the debt should be far less due to the tax's received from all of the seven kingdoms as well as the new open trade with our Valyrian allies that it couldn't be half of what you just stated as, even with his Majesty's daily whoring and drinking it still wouldn't come to half of the debt you said it was and with the loans taken from not only the iron bank but also the Lannister's and the vault then there should be more than enough gold for the tourney and quite possibly the sewers with both the foul site and smell the royal company was welcome to" Michael explain watching in amusement as one of Petyr eye's discreetly twitches in anger.

Continuing "so that just leaves one of two things, ether you are doing your duties as master of coin very poorly or someone pinching gold from the treasury" by now all of the small council members was looking at Petyr to see on how he could get out of this as the Lord of Rome all but proved Petyr to be stealing from the realm by using logic and calculations that they never even thought off, by now they know that the noble and honourable lord Stark was just registering what the young lord had just said and awaited what both would have to say to this.

Petyr was seething on the inside, this upstart lord had all but destroyed his perfect shield of him stealing from the crown and all of the council member knew this but just couldn't prove it, but Michael had put a dent into his shield of lies and secrets, he knew that the gullible lord Stark was grasping what was just said and would no doubt have him arrested in suspicion of high treason, he need to turn this around.

"Lord Baelish Answer me! Is what Michael said to be true?" Ned ordered him confess to what he said was true.

"I wanted to bring this to the small council but it seems that Lord Vicarion has beat me to it" Petyr said with humbled look on his face earning an irritated look from the hand.

"Answer me! Baelish!" Ned demanded in almost uncontained rage at the prospect what he was about to hear.

"After Jon Arryn's death it came to my attention that someone has been stealing from the crown, but I did not know who, I was going to bring this to your attention lord Stark after the council meeting was over, but it's seems that Lord Vicarion has brought this matter to your attention earlier than planned" Petyr confessed lying through his teeth to Lord Stark knowing that he can't be arrested without the evidence to support any accusations against him, but still being a council member he was used to damage control in king landing and with his false confession to lord stark the only best consequence he could get out of this was expulsion from his position as master of coins.

A few seconds had passed since Petyr falsely confessed to lord stark and everyone in the room looked to him to see what his judgment would be, after staring at Baelish with a hardened look he finally spoke "I want a complete record of the all transactions and tax's the treasury has received in his graces rein".

"It will be done my lord hand" Petyr acknowledging the order with a relived look on his face.

"Now that has been put aside May we get back onto planning the hand's tourne-" Varys started before he was cutup of by Ned.

"There will be no plans until I speak to Robert!" Ned ordered, tired and furious with all that has been happening since he was named hand of the king.

"Is there any other business that requires the hands attention?" I asked looking around the councilmen faces knowing that there was nothing else that they had to say, "No? well then I do believe that concludes today's meeting, now if you'll excuse us my lords I have to discuss important matter's with the Hand, good day".

Getting up with lord stark they left for his new office in the red keep where two northern men stood up straight in their approach, the office looked the same when he had last seen it when he was summoned by the previous hand Jon Arryn to answer a few questions.

Sitting in the chair facing opposite Ned, "you're in dangerous territory here Ned, the south is no place for someone for wears their heart out like badge" any form of emotion apart from seriousness was wiped from my face as I started the conversation I prepared to have with him when we arrived in king landing.

"What are you talking about?" he asked taking his seat at his desk.

"I mean is that you will find little help here in the south, lie's and broken promises governed this part of Westeros" I stated the one true fact of how the south is ruled.

"I intended on changing that, I will bring honour and justice to all of Westeros as hand of the king" he said full of that stark determination.

"Ned when was the last time any northern lord was named hand of the king?" I asked using a well-known piece of this lands history.

"Not since the dance of dragons when my ancestor Cregan Stark the old man of the north" he said remember the first time when one of his family serve as hand of the king.

"who served for one day as hand putting traitors and suspected murders to the sword before leaving as many did not like the presence of northern men in land judging them with their high sense of honour and justice" I finished that little history lesson "Ned the south does not welcome any man from the north as snakes do not welcome a wolf into their den without preparing to sink their poisonous fangs into them".

"You have just become an obstacle in a dangerous game that has been around before the Targaryen's come to these lands" I said referring to the game of thrones.

"I and my family will have no part in this game of murder and lies!" he shouted getting up from his seat in anger of even playing this dishonourable game.

"Calm down Ned" I said softly raising my hands in a sign of non-aggression "the game of thrones isn't just about lies and murder, it's about survival" stating the one true fact that many lords and ladies have forgotten about the game.

"What are you talking about?" he spoke in whisper after calming down and taking his seat once more.

"I mean is that the game isn't all about dishonourable act's, it about playing it smart, you can play the game without the need of using cheap and low tactics to play, you can still be honourable but you'll have to be smart on how you go about the game, be careful of who you trust, always have plan and a backup plan in mind"

"That's a lot to do, but I don't believe I have what it takes to participate in this game" he said sighing at prospect of joining the game.

"Ned I have eyes and ears everywhere and my reach is limited to what they can do, I have been protecting the north from the shadow's for too long, the attack on Brans life is evidence to that, I can't keep protecting you all by myself, I need you to embrace the fact that you'll have to join in, otherwise you, your family and possibly the North will fall to those who mean you harm" telling him the truth of what I have been doing all this years.

"I'll think about it, this is all a lot to take in"

"I understand the murder of Jon Arryn and the attempt on your son life is lot to handle" I said revealing that certain bit of information early.

"What do you mean murdered? Jon Arryn died of the fever" he said his voice a bit louder then normal.

"come now Ned we all know it, even Robert knows the truth about his death, think what type of sickness can kill a man in day without showing any symptoms the previous day" I watched as the wheels in his head turned before his eye's widened in realisation.

"Poison" he whispered grasping the situation of what happened to his mentor.

"Yes, he was killed through the most common use of murder here in the south" I confirmed " wine, it's dark and strong able to hide any added ingredients with it's strong taste and colour" I said describing how he got poisoned "one of his people administered the poison on the orders of another".

"Whoever killed Jon Arryn will be brought to justice" he stated with dark look on his face that sent chills down my spine.

"I agree, but first things first you need to know about kings landing and the people you'll be working with" I said getting to the main topic of why I wanted to speak to him.

Gesturing for me to continue "as you know the state of kings landings is… lacking in what is suppose to be the capital of the seven kingdoms, in his majesty's reign the treasury and the city has dropped into bankruptcy with little help from the small council who prefer to keep to themselves rather then join together in order to aid the realm as their loyalties lay elsewhere".

"Renly his Majesty's younger brother has assumed the position as master of ships since his brother Stannis returned home to be with his family on Dragon stone, while he does care for the realm I'm afraid his lover whispers poisonous words into his ears to become more then his elder siblings" I explained Renly's position.

"What do mean lover whispering traitorous words into his ear?" Ned asked curious about his friend's younger brother.

"I'm afraid Renly's taste isn't like his brother's, he prefers a sword rather than the sheath" I lightly emphasised his taste for the same sex watching as Ned face went from confusion to shock as he understood my message.

"are you telling me that Renly's is into-" he began to understand before I cut him off.

"men, yes lord Stark, Ser Loras Tyrell who also shares the same tastes as his lover that I speak off" I said remembering one time when the Tyrell's were invited for the Olympic games and ser Loras openly flirted with me even going as far as physical but he was warned or threatened as the case maybe that if he continued then he'd find himself 7 feet under, after that it was clear to him that his constant affections was annoying and were on the thin line of breaking the guest rights that were protecting him so he stopped his shameless flirting.

"I'd suggest you keep your sons away from him as I have had my share of trouble with that man whoring himself out to other's" the very thought of him being within the same room as me made my skin crawl, while I had nothing against homosexuals, I did dislike Loras for throwing himself on to me even after it was clear I wasn't interested.

"Noted and the others?"

"Grand Maester Pycelle may seem like an old man on his last legs but don't let that act fool you, there's nothing wrong with him except for his wavering loyalty that changes hands depending on who's paying, and I'd also suggest you keep your children especially the butchers boy away from him because of his taste for the younger generation" I said revealing his lust for children.

"You mean he has sex with children" he face turning green with disgust at the revelation of the man's tastes.

"yes with the occasional whore afterwards but his true lust are with children no matter what age or gender they be" after finishing that sentence I waited patiently for Ned face to return to shade it once was, watching as the man nearly vomited his guts out before he recovered enough to continue the introduction of the council members.

"Petyr who you already know is the master of coin" Ned's face turned to anger at the very mention of the man "well his positon as master of coin allows him to steal from the crown without anyone knowing as he covers his tracks well" in an instant Ned was bearing his sword and was about to charge through the door before I stood at it to prevent him from doing anything stupid here.

"I'm going to kill him!" he swore trying to get past me as I blocked his only exit out trying to calm the furious lord who was calling for blood.

"Calm down Ned, if you go out there and attack Petyr or even accuse him, you'll only isolate yourself from the rest of council, and you'll need strong evidence in order to properly attack him otherwise you'll only make more enemies then you already have".

After finally manging to calm the justice seeking berserk lord down with the aid of the northern men posted outside the door, things returned back to normal with the two guards resuming their post's, "I'm sorry I went mad there" he apologised after his episode of pure anger.

"it's alright now if you're ready let's get back to what we were discussing" watching as he as he readied himself before gesturing me to continue "now as I said he covers his tracks well, but even he makes mistakes like during that council season when I called out about the treasury on how there is meant to be more, I was right there should be more as I have been watching carefully on how the money that they acquire is spent and notice that many of Roberts whores are being bought five times the number their usually paid, when investigating where the women work all are under the employ of one Petyr Baelish who owns not only the women but the brothels who employ, when whores are paid they aren't paid directly but through the brothel who receives the money and give the women their share but the shares their getting is a much as any common whore not half of what is currently being paid".

"Can we use this to arrest Bealish?" he asked with hope painted on his face of getting rid of the man.

"I'm afraid not, it is as Petyr said the master of coin finds the money, the king and the hand spend it and all of the women are paid by the guardsmen so no we can't use it against Bealish" I responded feeling the same equal amount of disappointment as Ned.

"Any way then never have your back to him Ned, because he will stab it" I stated getting back to discussing the rest.

"Varys, out of the entire council he's a possible ally, while he is a Targaryen supporter, he does in fact care about this realm and believe that the Targaryen's can restore the peace and unity the realms used to have" I finished explaining each and every one of the council members to Ned.

"This is a lot to take in and I appreciate all that you have given me" he said grateful for all that I have given him.

"You're welcome," I responded back before getting up "do you want to help the girls unpack?"

He too got up and joined me as we made our way to where sansa, arya and Jon are staying.

-Meanwhile with Cersei-

Cersei Lannister or Baratheon due to her marriage with her drunk wretch of a husband, was tending the wounds of her son who cried out in pain when the salve was gently applied to his red slightly crooked nose "please it's nearly healed" she whispered soothing words to her injured boy.

"It's ugly" he stated at the sight of his once perfect face now spotting a crooked nose.

"A king should have scares, you fought off that upstart lord and you walked away with proof of your battle against him, you're a warrior like your father" she said trying to ease her sons wounded pride.

"I'm not like him, I didn't even fight him, he had me defenceless and attack me with the girls watching as I cowered before him on the ground" he responded back.

"that's not true, you stood up to him, a man considered to be one the greatest warriors of Westeros, and you only spared the girl because of the love your father bears her father as well as to the fact you didn't want to take away your brother Tommen's wife to be" she said still tending to his wounds.

"I-I didn't I-" he tried to say only to be interrupted.

"When Aerys Targaryen sat on the iron throne, you father was a Rebel and a traitor, someday when you sit on the iron throne the truth will be what you make it" finished bandaging his wound.

"Does she have to marry into us?" he asked softly

"unfortunately, you don't have to like her and you only need to see her on formal occasions, when the time comes she make little nieces and Nephews while you my darling boy can do whatever you like, if you want to fuck painted whores you'll fuck painted whores you can even lay with noble virgins, you'll be king soon and the truth will be whatever you want it to be" she spoke stroking his cheek gently, watching as his pride slowly returned to him.

"Do something nice for the Stark Girl" she ordered but in her soft tone of voice it was more of a suggestion.

"I don't want to" he mumbled

"No but you will, the occasional kindness will spare you lots of trouble down the road" she said planting the idea in to his head as she watch him get up from his seat.

"We allow the Northerners too much power, they consider themselves our equals even that Lord Vicarion openly defies us and all father does is sit back and laugh about it like it's the world's greatest joke" he speaks with bitter hatred in his voice.

"How would you handle this?" she asked watching as he regained his confidence.

"I'll double their taxes and command them to supply 10,000 soldiers to the Royal army"

"A Royal Army?" she inquired about this intriguing idea that her son has just come up with.

"why should every lord command his own men, it's primitive no better than the hill tribes, we should have a standing army of men loyal to the crown trained by experienced soldiers instead of a mob of peasants who never held pikes in their lives" he explained.

"And if they rebel?" she asked smiling at her son plan of a sole army dedicated to him.

"I'd crush them, seize Winterfell, Rome and install someone loyal to the realm as warden of the north, Uncle Kevin maybe" he responded back.

"And this royal army will they fight for you or their lords?"

"For me I'm their king" he stated like it was the obvious that they should do as he commands.

"You've just invaded their homeland asked them to kill their brothers"

"I'm not asking" shaking his head slightly at the word that is beneath him.

"the north cannot be held, not by an outsider it's too big too wild and when winter comes the seven gods together couldn't save you or your army, and Rome cannot be conquered it is a fortress inside of a fortress, no army no matter how vast can seize it, no siege weapon can penetrate it high walls, no spy's can sneak into it, its armies are well train and well equipped, it can endure a siege for generations to come while your army starves outside of its walls" she listed watching as he accepted the truth in her words.

"A good king knows when to save his strength and when to destroy his enemies" getting up from her seat with a smile on her face.

"So you agree they are our enemies" his usual smug look returned to him as he approached his mother.

"Anyone who isn't us is an enemy" she said back stroking his hand in comfort.

After watching the pride and confidence in her son return before departing to perform the duties befitting of one of his status, her mind wondered to the cause of all their troubles that Michael Vicarion who injured her son the prince, throwing away his weapon and defying her queen Cersei the most beautiful and powerful woman in all of the seven kingdoms and he defied her.

Just thinking about it makes her blood boil as she remembered the way his golden eye's burned like the sun as he glared at her, the site made her feel weak something she hates being as this upstart lord has brought up emotions that were foreign to her, fear, anger, hatred, jealousy and Lust.

Wait! What!? Knocked out of her thoughts by that last word 'lust' she didn't lust after him, she hated him with a passion she hated his golden eye's that shined like the purest of Lannister gold and on how he showed that Stark girl more love and affection then even her drunk of a husband Robert or even her lover Jamie who's only affectionate actions was getting her pregnant with their children.

she hated that it was the Stark girl who was receiving all of that affection and not her, why wasn't she receiving such pure affection and love, she was more beautiful than that northern bitch, she was richer, held more power in her hand then any woman in the seven kingdoms, She. Is. Queen.

That silly girl was living in a little princess fantasy that every noble girl dreamed of, finding a handsome lord or prince that they'll live a happy life with giving birth to beautiful children, the only problem with that little girl's fantasy was that it was coming true while she got married to a drunken whoremonger that weeps over a long dead woman.

While in she was trapped in her thoughts she didn't know was that her face had contorted into a vicious snarl that made her look ugly as she contemplated on how to get back at them until an idea suddenly struck her.

The girl was living a perfect girl's dream and what would be more perfect then being a lords wife when she could be a queen, a small smirk appeared on her face at the idea that she was having, yes her son's wife all he had to do was show her a bit of charm and he will sweep her away from that upstart lord robbing him of the one he loves and effectively making that girl theirs to do with as they please, yes this will hurt them and they didn't need to get their hands dirty.

Getting up from her seat with a victorious smirk painted on her face before leaving, now to go and see her son and tell him of this plan.

-Back with Michael-

Michael and Eddard were approaching the Stark Rooms, upon the very seconded that Michael opened the door he was tackled to the ground by two furry wolves that assaulted his face with their tongues causing him to laugh as he tried to fend off their affectionate display.

"Lady! Nymeria!" Sansa cried out at the dire wolves that was assaulting his face and tried to pull them off of him without the aid of her father, sister, Nan and her half brother who were too busy laughing at this hilarious display.

Final after managing to get the wolves off of him Jon tried to help him up after he stopped laughing only for another to attack "Ghost!" Jon cried in shock that his wolf join the assault before he too managed to pull the pale wolf off.

"are you alright" Sansa asked concerned for him as she kneeled down beside him making sure that he wasn't hurt by their wolves, she still couldn't believe that her wolf Lady, who she trained when it was still a pup acted like that.

"I'm alright they were just showing their affection" he reassured her wiping the wet slobber off his face after that "no need to be upset love".

After getting up he offered his hand to her and gently guided her up as she took it "I'm so sorry Lady usually doesn't behave this way" she apologised for her wolf earning a chuckle from him.

"it's alright Sansa they didn't hurt me, in fact I should be honoured that they were licking me instead of ripping my face off" he said petting her wolf beside her who was being held by the collar "isn't that right lady?" the dog bark in reply before nuzzling it's face into his stroking hand.

"now does anyone need help unpacking?" he asked seeing as he was already here "nope/ we're good here/ thanks for offering but no/ um I could use some help" the last one came from Sansa who had red colouring slowly gathering around her cheeks "sure I'll help" just as he was about to enter her room a memory just suddenly struck him "oh that's right how forgetful of me, I've received word that your mother is on her way here".

All at once the Stark family bombarded him with questions "lady Stark is coming?/ mothers coming?!/ Cat's coming to kings landing" all of them including the old maid "yes she is and I believe that her visit here is less then social".

Having understood the meaning of the message Ned asked when is she expected to arrive "today, she's traveling with Rodrik" "thanks I'll be sure to welcome her once she arrives".

"Your welcome" he said before entering Sansa's room with her closing the door behind them "so what do you need help with?" turning around to see his betrothed fidgeting where she stands "I never got to thank you for protecting Arya" "it was no problem, you know I'll protect with my life" he said earning a loving smile from her as she walked towards her bed.

"I know but that is not the only thing I wanted to speak to you about" patting a space on her bed for him to sit on to which he did "this whole journey from my home to Kingslanding has not been what I expected" she said in a polite way of how things have been for her "I know love, the incident with the prince and Brandon's fall has been a series of unforeseen events" gently placing his hand on top of hers and stroked it in reassurance "but you do have to admit the city of Florentine was a welcomed site to behold".

"it was I had never seen such a city apart from Rome in my entire life, it was so beautiful the clothing the buildings everything about it was like a dream come true, it was so amazing that I when we were departing I thought Kingslanding was going to be grand since it's the crown jewel of the seven but it was not as I had envisioned it to be".

"I know as the capital of the seven kingdoms it is supposed to be the great centre of trade and home of the royal family but it has gone downhill a lot since I was last here and the smell wasn't that bad" he said bring her hand up to his lips and kiss her knuckles "but that is all about to change with your father being the hand, he as well as I and many other lords will restore the crown city back into it's former glory, besides love you'll get to see Rome after your father's Tourney is over it'll be a nice change of scenery without the bad smell that emanates from the city below".

"I look forward to going there" she said with hope and joy written on her face "but these pasted few days has got me thinking, when the prince had a sword at Arya's throat I couldn't do anything, I was frightened of her getting hurt as well as me if I interfered, I was angry at myself that I couldn't protect my younger sister who knows more about fighting then I do".

"Michael, can you teach me how to fight?" she asked the one question he never thought he'd hear, throughout the game of thrones series he had watch he had known Sansa to be a gentle sweet girl who was brought up to be the example of a perfect lady who would never get into a fight let alone wield a weapon and with the Lannister's destroying her self esteem she became a shell of her former self living in fear of making even the smallest of mistakes.

He'd knew his presence here had altered on how thing went in this world, but for Sansa Stark to asked anyone to teach her on how to fight was surprising to say the least that he didn't register what she said afterwards.

"Mic-? Micha-? Michael?!" he was knock out of his shocked state by her calling out his name, when he final regained himself he saw the worried and impatient face of his dear Sansa staring at him expecting an answer.

"I'm sorry I zone out for a second there" he said before getting back to the question "so you want to learn on how to fight?" "yes I want to protect not only Arya but my family as well" she answered with determination painted on her face "I can teach you some of the basic's but what type of weapon you wish to fight with you must learn from another" smiling she wrapped her arms around my neck and professed many times over "thank you" before letting go "if you don't mind may I try you weapon?".

Unclasping it from his belt he held it out with both hands towards her watching as she grasped the handle and tried to lift it, she found it a bit hard to lift with one hand that she used both hands to completely take it off his hands "not as easy as it seems to be? You get use to the weight of the weapon you wield like Arya's thin sword" "Arya has a sword?" she asked at the revealed information "yeah a request from Jon to be made as a gift seeing as she wanted one".

"there are various types of weapons out there, each with their benefits and drawbacks choose one that you feel comfortable with" he watched in amusement as she unsheathed it her eye's starring in awe of Valyrian steel weapon with Valyrian writing etched into the metal along with another language that she didn't recognise(Latin).

The weapon is an ordinary doubled edged sword except it was a shorter than any other sword, it had a golden colour cross guard, leather wrapped around the handle and at the end of the hilt was a golden eagle spreading it's wings.

"it's a beautiful weapon, does it have a name?" she asked in awe of such a weapon that rivalled her family ancestral and ceremonial weapon Ice, "not yet, but I'm still opened to idea's" he confessed that he hadn't name his own weapon yet, "some of these symbols I recognise as Valyrian but the other I do not know".

"it's latin" "latin?" she asked confused about this new type of language that is rumoured to be what Romans speak "it's my language my pulcher flos nix (beautiful snow flower)" he said placing his hand on her cheek and caressed it "what did you say?" she asked knowing that what he just said had to be something affectionate due to his actions "I called you my beautiful snow flower which you are" pecking her gently on the lips and watching in amusement as she melted at his touch.

When she was about to return the favour a knock at her door interrupted them, standing a patting down their clothes ridding them of any creases and standing at full height composed "come in" she called out with a bit of redness in her cheeks due the events earlier.

Ned stark walked in find lord Vicarion and his daughter who judging from the small blush decorating her cheeks they probably doing something private in here "are you alright with your packing?" he asked "we're alright father" she said still holding the sword in her hand that he noticed "why are you wielding his weapon?".

Her face turned full Red as she stammered to explain why she was holding Michael's sword until he cleared it up for her "she asked me teach her how to fight" she merely nodded her head silently unable to speak for the moment as her father looked at her in a new light that none of them knew whether it be in approval or contemplation.

"You will train with Arya once your instructor arrives tomorrow" he said with a smile before departing leaving the two young lord and lady to release their breaths that they were unconsciously holding "by the seven that was nerve racking" he swore "I honestly thought he would disapprove of my choice" she confessed looking like she was about to pass out before a he set his hand on her back as support "he's your father" drawing her close to him "whether he approves or not doesn't concern me because you are all that matters to me".

The two were then about to share a passionate kiss before another knocking on the door interrupted them "come in!" he yelled at the person knocking at the door which opened to reveal one of the kings servents who bowed before "mi lord the king has requested that you join him for a drink tomorrow" the servant said.

"tell his majesty that I'll be there but I need to take care of a few things first" he said causing the servant to leave leaving the two of them alone again "sorry about now I hope there be no more interu-" 'Bang' the door to their room burst open with young Arya tackling Michael to the ground in a hug repeatedly saying "thank you!" this earned her the usual calling of her name from her sister who watched as she tackled him to the ground, pushing himself up by his arms with the little stark girl embracing tightly around his chest "ugh tackled four time in a day I must have pleased the gods to receive such attention".

"so why are you thanking me for?" possibly knowing the answer to his question "for the blade, dad said it was Valyrian steel and only one place can make such a weapon, when I asked Jon how he got such a blade he said that he requested a sword from you and that you had it made personally, thank you!" she said before burying her face into his chest again "don't worry about it, besides it's Jon who should receive all the thanks he wanted to make a gift that he'd know you love" getting up from the floor with Arya still hanging onto him "now you need to be ready for tomorrow because your instructor will be teaching how to wield your sword properly".

she left in a hurry leaving the two alone again "sorry to cut this short with everyone entering this room I don't think we can spend time together today but I'll try to make it up to you tomorrow" pecking her hand as he took back his weapon "ok" "that's my snow flower" leaving the Stark quarters and taking a detour to his quarters before getting ready for the king.

-flea bottom brothel-

Ned Stark followed the weasel known as Petyr to a brothel in flea bottom, his anger and hatred for the man never wavering especially after being told that his wife in was waiting for him in a whore house where drunks and unsavoury people gathered "I thought that she be safest in here, one of several establishments that I own" the little weasel said sparking an uncontained anger within the lord who pinned him to his brothels walls by the throat cutting his air supply as he desperately tried the pry the lord tight grip on his throat "you a funny man huh a very funny man".

His anger was cut short by a familiar voice calling out from above him "Ned" his wife called out stopping the lord who released the man and turn his attention to his wife, entering the brothel leaving the air deprived petyr to regain what lost air in his lungs "Starks Quick tempers slow minds" he grumbled before following after him.

Embracing his wife upon entering the private room of Bealish's brothel "what are you doing here?" he asked worried and curious about her visit here "it's about Bran" she spoke with fear and a hint of anger "what's wrong" "he was nearly killed by an assassin".

"I know Michael told everyone about the news on him waking up and the attempt on his life" he said to his worried wife "he did? did he also tell you about the weapon?", "what weapon?" he asked about this new information "Valyrian steel my lord" Rodrik stated presenting the dagger to his lord "made before the doom", Ned inspected the weapon taking in every detail of the weapon "your right Rodrik this is of Valyrian make, is there anyone who might have owned such a weapon?".

"Tyrion Lannister!" his wife cried out already accusing the man, "my lady you mustn't forget what Lord's Vicarion people said, it's not the first time in this lands history when a weapon was used to implement a crime onto another" Rodrik said being the voice of reason in this discussion as to prevent a war breaking out because of a mistake that they might regret later "lord Bealish previously owned a dagger that was the twin to the one lord Tyrion is suspected of having".

Ned turned his attention to Petyr giving the master of coin a look that spoke pure murder "no Ned! I know Petyr he would never do anything to harm me in any way!" Catelyn cried out in defense of her best friend "but we cant accuse him with out evidence or motive, why would he try to have Bran assassinated, why use a blade he's rumoured to have, and target Bran in the first place, it doesn't make any sense" he said trying to reason with his hysterical wife who was slowly beginning to see a small form of reason "think about it, the fake letter from your sister, the dagger it's all about the Lannisters, it's completely obvious that someone is trying to start a war between the west and the north".

"your right but what if it is the Lannisters who almost killed Bran not once but twice what then? will we just let them walk away with this?" she asked him to see what he would do "then by the name of his Grace King Robert 1st of his name king of the Andels and the first men I will bring them to Justice" he proclaimed.

while they were having their little moment Petyr Bealish otherwise known as littlefinger was seething on the inside, all of his hard earned work and plans were in jeopardy, his plans to instigate a war between the west and the north that will start a chain of events that have all the seven kingdoms warring against each other, his enemy's slaughtering each other while he sits back and watch the fruits of his work settle.

The North with it's strong sense of honour and justice will be the first to start this war with Cate temper by arresting Tyrion Lannister on suspicion of attempting to murder Brandon twice, the Lannister provoked into conflict with this insulting display of holding one of their own no matter what rank as a hostages and will wage war to the north and all of it's allies by blood or pacts in order to remind the world and their enemy's their strength.

There were the advantages to this war.

North will tear it self apart without the leadership and guidance of Stark family with all of it's members ether dead or unable to claim lordship, and his precious Cate who will soon be without a husband as well as children and will need comfort in most dire of times and who better then him, a man she considers her little brother, of course he'd have to get rid of the competition namely her sister who is his lover/ mother of his bastard who he used to get rid Jon Arryn because he could've screw all of his well made plans with the discovery of the incestuous twins and their inbred children, but that has been dealt with by both him and that upstart lord who he had to somewhat thank for getting rid of that pathetic, obsessed woman.

The west who are owed money by the crown that he as master of coin provided for the throne, if the Lannister's somehow won they expect to be paid back for all of the gold and blood they put in to the iron throne, if somehow they found out that all of the money they invested into the crown was missing they'll investigate into what's happened to it and blame it all on him because he's in charge of their money, they'll never blame themselves because of their pride they'll simply blame the one who's in charge of the money, him, but of course he as a plan to deal with them, with all of the evidence and contacts that he gathered over the years he'll release the truth about the children of Robert and Cersei igniting another war, where the kingdoms and the west will rebel against the Lannisters because they ether hate them or the idea of another incestuous Targaryen family.

The Baratheon's well he really didn't need to do anything because they're already at odds with each other, Stannis who was robbed of his lordship over the storm lands because he failed to secure the Targaryen children in dragon stone and was exiled to that Island as punishment for his failure while his younger less then experienced brother was now lord of the storm lands when he wasn't crossing swords with the Tyrell.

if Robert was to die and his children founded out to be bastards then the rights of successions passes to the next eldest sibling, Stannis but with that Tyrell whispering empty promises into Renly's ears, it will be a war between the two brothers each believing that they are the rightful ruler of the iron throne, many will follow Stannis because he is an experienced and loved military leader but the rumours of him consorting with R'hllor fanatic will loose him a lot of support.

Renly's no general or leader but he does have the ear of reach and many of the lords within the storm lands, they'll follow him if he has something that they want, and if word gets out that Renly's a sword swallower then he'll lose all of the support that he gathered and tarnish the Baratheon name for generations.

The reach a land of opportunist's and vipers who's loyalty's lie only with themselves, they claimed to be Targaryen supporters but where was they're support in Robert's rebellion or when he murdered their prince, the power of the reach was Olenna Tyrell who held the south not with her fist but her words and knowledge on everyone's dark secret, she was something that he'd admired because she was the definition of what power is, not strength and numbers but knowledge, knowledge about the dark secrets of people, knowledge about you enemy's.

Dorne, a land he considers neither his enemy or ally because they could care less about the politics and war of the other kingdoms, they hatred of the Lannisters might make them an ally, but they rather keep to them selves and watch as all of westeros burns in the fires of war.

The River Lands, his temporary home and the place of his exile when he was fighting for the honour of his dear Cat, oh how much he wanted to watch that mud ball of a land sink into its beloved Rivers.

The Vale, a land of Honour, code, chivalry, his birth place and home to his temporary lover and mother of his bastard Robin Arryn/Bealish or Robin Stone, years of planning with that unstable obsessed woman to become Lord regent of the vale until his son comes of age to take the name and oaths of the lords of the vale but that has been taken away by that upstart Bastard Lord Michael Vicarion who not only managed to stabilise the Vale much to his pawn Lysa Arryn's attempts by rallying the lords who are 'truly' loyal to the Late Jon Arryn by fighting against the foreign Lord who was to be their lord and regent.

he'd expected the vale to run with the blood of Roman and Andel's as their chaotic war spreads igniting the other kingdoms to war, but it would seem that the Seven graceful luck was on his side as the war was not only prevented but Vicarion was the new warden of the vale with all of the lords swearing their honest fealty to him because Lord Waynwood had called a meeting of the lords in the Eyrie and exposed the insanity of Lysa Arryn turning all of her supporters into Vicarion's and landed herself in the newly built asylum where she rave's on and on about their love and her son, while their son was sent to Rome's Academy where the little snot nosed brat whines about his mother and making the bad people pay.

he had hoped that the letter and the attempted assassination on Brans life would provoke the North into war with the west but with that lord's involvement by proving that the letter was a fake and preventing the assassination of Bran the plan for the north to war against the west has practically been ripped apart so now the north will not be focusing on the Lannisters but this unknown person (him) that has acted against them.

Maybe he hasn't failed, there could still be a war between the west and the north but he need a different approach, targeting the north is useless now since their now onto him so maybe he should aim his sights onto the prideful lions of Casterly Rock who if felt threatened or insulted would remind the world of what happens when you provoke a lion.

fortunately he brought out of his musing in time to hear what his precious Cate had to say "Petyr has promised to help us find the truth" Eddard look at Petyr with suspicion while he returned the look with an impassive face "he's like a little brother to me Ned he would never betray my trust".

"I'll try to keep you alive for her sake, a fools tasks admittedly but I was never able to refuse your wife anything" he confessed showing abit of the feeling he had for her growing up "I wont forget this, your a true friend" "don't tell anyone I have a reputation to maintain".

-tomorrow-

while Ned was saying goodbye to his wife who as unable to stay and meet her children because he was concerned for her safety here much to the displeasure of their children who wanted to see their mother but understood that she needed to head back to care of Rickon and Brandon.

While this was all going on, Robert was in another one of his drinking states remembering his young fighting day's and with him was Ser Barristan Selmy and Lancel Lannister who poured the kings wine as well as the receiver of his drunken insults most of them about his mother being some drunk fat pig, fortunately for him a knocking at the door saved him from another insult "ENTER!" Robert shouted.

the opened to reveal Michael and Jon waiting by the door "Michael! come in" Robert bellowed with joy at the man he wanted to see before his eyes landed on Jon who followed him "and you must be Jon Snow, Ned's bastard, you look so much like him" Robert said seeing the stark features on Jon "KINGSLAYER! GET IN HERE!" Robert ordered Jamie Lannister to come in.

"I'm surrounded by Lannisters, everytime I close my eye's I see their blonde hair and smug satisfied faces" he said looking at Jamie "not to mention you wake up every morning to one in your bed" Michael added earning a laughter from Robert "hahahaha you hear that! hahahhaha it's things like that that I like about you Lad" calming down a bit "I swear sometimes I wished you were my son, you brought a lot of action in my life since I took the throne from those family fucking bastards" "thanks I'm honoured to hear that from you".

"Barristan and I were talking about our first kill but now that your here why don't you tell us when was the first time you killed a man?" he asked eager to hear when Michael first killed "I could never forget that day, it was the same day I met my adopted brother and sister, it in the middle of the night with the moon being the only source of light in the dark forest, I came across a bandit camp and tied up in the middle of camp were my adopted brother Julius and sister Lucia, I stabbed the first sentry through the chest, his screamed alerted the of his friends that by the time I pulled my blade out of his corpse they were all upon me, their weapons clashing against my armour and shield, their swords breaking or bending when they tried stabbing me, I killed every single one of them, my blade slicing through what armour they had, I killed the last one by bashing my shield against his face stunning for a second, stabbing my sword into his knee making him kneel down in pain, then I stab the sword downward through his collar the end of it coming out of his chest" he said gesturing to his collar bone.

by the end of it each of the occupants in the room looked at him in a new light of respect that warrior gives another "my boy you are a warrior, taking on a group of bandits by yourself, but it's still nothing compared to the war I waged on the Targaryen and took on an entire army of those sword swallowing flower picking whores" "i bet, I have a lot of fighting to do if I ever hope to beat you, but we shouldn't talk about this by our selves" he said before turning to Jon "Jon when was your first kill?".

"wildlings, I was 12 at the time, Lord Stark and his family were traveling to a northern lord castle when we were attacked by a band of wildlings, Lord stark men fought the wildlings off but one managed to slip by them and head for Lady stark and her children, I saw hem and pick up a spare sword and gave chase, run toward the man who held his weapon posing to strike, I thrusted it into his back sending his body falling to the ground" he said remembering the time when he had saved the stark family and lady stark for once didn't look at him with distain.

"your definitely your fathers son, you look like him, act like him and fight like him, a man I call a honourable and loyal friend" "I am honoured your grace" Jon said kneeling before him earning another laugh from Robert "and to quick to kneel before me, your definitely his son" signalling for him to come up "what about you ser Jaime who was your first kill".

"one of the outlaws of the brotherhoods" he said "I was there that day, you were only a squire, 16 years old" Barristand confirmed to having witnessed it "you killed Simon Toyne with a counter riposte, best move I ever saw" Jamie said "good fighter toyne but he lacked stamina" "your out law any last words?" "i cut his head so no" "what about Aerys Targaryen? what did the mad king say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked, did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve?" a few seconds of silence as Jamie simply stared him with his normal expression "he said what he had always been saying...Burn them all".

That sentence engulf the room in silence as everyone remembered the insane kings love for pryomancy especially when he used it on both commoners and lords alike, for those who were there to witness his crimes as his laughter still echoed through their minds when he burned his victims "if that's all your grace?" Jamie's words brought them back to earth "i'm glad that nutters dead" Michael commented earning another chuckle from Robert "true, but it is a shame that I couldn't be the one to smash that sister fucking inbred mad man's skull and see the insane king's brains splattered all over the floor" he chuckled with Michael and Jon before turning to Lancel "Wine!" Robert commanded.

"I-its empty your grace" Lancel spoke quietly and was about to earn himself another insult from Robert before Michael jump in "I bought barrel wine with me, it outside the door with a couple of cups incase of company" that instantly calm Robert Fury "your like the best friend I never had the pleasure of having" he then turned to Lancel who still hadn't left the room "well?! are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get us our wine you son of a fat ass whore!" Lancel immediately headed out the door to bring in the Wine "so how's Ned doing fitting into his position as hand of the king?" Robert asked as Lancel had the barrel of wine brought in with help from the kings guard station outside "he's settling in, asserting his authority over the council members after he got a big shock when he discovered how much money is in the treasury" "what am I that fucking rich?" Robert Joked taking a sip from his cup of freshly poured wine.

"the crown is over 7 million in debt" "pppppffffffffffffffftttttttttttt" Robert spat out his drink in pure shock covering Michael and Jon in wine "7 *cough* 7 mil *cough cough* million in debt" Robert manage to wiz out of his coughing fit "yup it turns out that some one has been pinching from the treasury" he said wiping his face free of wine "what about the loans from my father?" Jamie asked equally shock about this new information "non existant, every coin that has been loaned from either the Iron, Lannisters and Rome's golden vault has been spent too quickly putting the treasury in the state that it is in, the matter was brought to the council attention when I called it out and the Master of Coin Petyr Bealish confirmed that someone has been stealing from the crown since you came to the throne" he explained knowing that Jamie will tell Cersei and his father Tywin who's Pride will not allow him to become a man like his father who invested poorly and nearly bankrupted their house.

Cersei will turn kinglanding and the council upside down for the mysterious thief who dared to steal from her, her 'dear little prince Joffery' and her family, all of this will put littlefinger into a tight corner that even the slightless mistake will earn their attention and wraith.

"If I know Ned to which I do he'll find the greedy bastard and make him pay!" Robert stated ordering Lancel to pour him more wine "and I believe that but the series of events these past few days have suggested that there's more at work here then someone simply stealing from the crown" "what do you mean?" Ser Barristan asked wanting to know what else there was "I mean is that throughout these past few days have been more then just a coincidence, the day you arrived at winterfell a fake letter from Lysa Arryn claimed that the Lannister were the ones who had killed Jon Arryn" he said already having the full attention of everyone in the room "how do you know that the letter's a fake" Jamie asked Intrigued and worried about this information "Because ser Jamie Lysa Arryn is currently confined in our Asylum to help her mental stability and I posses the seal of Arryn that the letter had, the letter was sent a week after Lysa's Confinement in the asylum and seeing that I currently possess the seal that could only mean that the letter was sent by someone else".

"what else was there that made you suspect that there's more to this then someone simply trying to scare the starks?" Jamie asked "because on the day of Bran's Fall (Jamie froze still at that memory) an assassin tried to kill the poor boy but was thwarted by my people" "we know about this, you told us at Florentine" Robert stated at the memory when news of Brans came to them "but what I didn't tell you was that the man cracked upon being captured and revealed that he was a lowly fea bottem thug who was hired through a whore to kill the boy and leave the dagger that your brother currently possesses a twin to and with the letter blaming your family then the suspicion will fall to him because has such a weapon" he explained "Tyrion is innocent! he could never do such a thing! it is not in his nature!" Jamie growled out in defence for his little brother "i agree, I've known the man long enough to know that he would never harm women or children" Micheal agree with the Lannister calming him down a bit.

"And now with money from the treasury missing it all seemed like this is much more then a series of unfortunate events, it's that old saying once is an accident twice is a coincidence third time is a pattern, all of this was designed to provoke a war between your family and the stark's that would have escalated into a full blown civil war with all of the seven kingdoms" "what do you mean?" Jamie asked wanting to know more about this so he could warn Cersei and his father "tell me ser Jamie how well do you know your father?" Michael asked "enough" he responed "so if his pride was attack or if he felt threatened then will he go to war?" "..." Jamie's silence was all that he needed to hear "I thought so and Robert you know the stark's, tell me if they believed that the Lannister had something to do with the attempts on Brandons life would they go to war?" Michael asked turning to Robert "Ned would investigate this further before deciding but Cate her temper would cause her to do something drastic that would lead her family into war" he said remembering his best friend's wife wraith when incited "and if the Lannisters declared war how would they reach the North?".

It Dawned onto everyone there on what would happen if Lannisters March North "they would have to march through the River Lands and some of the Vales territory, and with both the Vale and the River lands bonds with the North and a forign army marching through their borders the Lannisters would have no choice but to also declare war on both in order to progress to the North thus a war between the west, riverlands,vale and the north will break out, sending all of the seven kingdoms into a war with it's self" Jon whispered in fear of the impending war coming "and if they somehow past the riverlands then they would have to cross Florentine which is under my protection and I would have no choice but to fight the Lannister's in order to defend my allies, Jon Arryns Murder created a large power vaccum that destabilized the Realm and the vale who's lord and knights look up the man, with their lord murdered they would be calling for the blood of his killers and Lysa Madness did not help in this situation, I was only able to resolve the war of words that nearly escalated into a full blown civil war with the aid a lord who I owe a debt to".

"The letter was meant to create suspicion and hostility towards your family, the knife was the seal that would frame your brother so that they would take actions against him and your father would retaliate, all of this was expertly calculated and this unknown person or organisation knows us well enough to plan the down fall of not only our houses but all of the seven kingdoms as well" Michael said revealing all that has transpired, he had stayed up contemplating whever or not he should reveal the machinations of Petyr plans.

Jamie being the son of lord Tywin and brother of the queen would reveal this information to his father and sister, his father would hold a tight grip over his family's money now that he has learned that all of his planned investments into the crown were a waste and he'll expect nothing back if there's nothing there, while he knew the old lion wont admit to being fooled by a non existent person and put all of his resources into finding the man but he'll at least he be aware of the unknown power shifting through the seven kingdoms, his sister would turn all of the seven kingdoms upside down to find the perpetrator, while he knew that a war between the north and the west was inevitable it'll at least put Petyr into a tight spot that if he so much as sneezes wrong would gain the attention of the entire Lannister family.

Robert would be more aware of Bealish's schemes and aware of the states of his kingdoms, the man would put all of his grief and hatred into finding the culprit responsible for the murder of his mentor/ friend and the attacks on his people.

Lancel would be the same as Jamie and tell his father Kevin Lannister who as the brother and trusted advisor to Tywin would have the old lions ear and the ear of the entire family since it's their money that been stolen.

Jon and ser Barristian would be more aware of the events happening within the seven kingdoms and would keep their ears sharp for any form of information they believe is vital as both men wanted for what's best for the realm.

"I thank your for being this to my attention Lad" Robert thank him, now determined to find the one who'd dare go against him "same here Lord Micheal, I'll be sure to tell my father that he wont be expected to be paid back anytime soon" Jamie said revealing that he'll tell his father about this discovery.

"glad to share that information with you gents, now" grabbing a spare metal cup sitting on the table "will you all share a drink with me?".

-Sansa and Arya-

The two Stark sisters where both nervous and excited about learning on how to fight with a sword, they had gotten dressed in the duelling clothes that was given to them, Arya was excited finally she was going to learn on how to fight after being limited by her mother and nan on such activity's that are not 'lady like' qualities, Sansa was extremely nervous, getting dressed in plain clothes and baggy trousers that weren't pretty and made her feel un-lady like, the rough material rubbed against her skin as she moved, she silently prayed to all of the gods including the seven that her dear Michael and gods forbid her mother didn't see her like this.

they enter a room where a man with his back towards them holding two wooden swords "you are late! tomorrow you'll be here at mid-day" the man stated "we are sorry for a lateness sir" Sansa apologised to the man she suspected as their instructor "who are you?" Arya asked to which the man turned around and replied "Your dancing master Syrio Forel" he introduced himself tossing one of the wooden swords at Arya who failed to catch like her older sister when the other was tossed at her "tomorrow you will touch it, now pick it up" the two went to their swords pick them up from the ground using both of their hands to wield the weapons.

"that is not the way students, it is not a great sword that is needing two hands to swing it" they then held they're weapons with their dominant hand "it is heavy sir" Sansa described her and Arya's trouble with holding them one handed "it is heavy as it needs to be, to make you strong" he replied taking out another wooden sword from his belt and tossed it up, catching it and balancing it with one hand by it's middle "just so" this cause them to smile "one hand is all that is needed" tossing it up again and catching it by the handle, "you are standing all wrong, turn your body side face" he order, the stood their body's facing the doorway and turn their heads to the side to look at him,"yes, that is good" he commented helping in their posture "you are skinny, that is good, the target is small, your grip let me see" they held their sword arms out to him and he examined their hands "yes the grip must be delicate".

"but what if we drop it?" Arya asked Syrio responded by swing his sword to the side "the steel must be apart of your arm, Can you drop part of your arm?" walking around them "no, nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the sea lord of Braavos, he knows theses things you must listen to me boy" "I'm a girl" she stated annoyed about being mistaken for the opposite gender every so often "boy, girl, you are a sword that is all" holding his sword up side ways "that is the grip" they attempted to copy his stance only it was wrong made clear by is disproval "you are not holding a battle axe you are holding-" "a needle" Arya interjected earning a chuckle from him "just so now we will begin the dance, remember child this is not the dance of the Westeros we are learning, the knights dance Hacking! and Hammering!" swinging his sword wildly before settling down "this is the Braavos dance" his sword motions were smooth and graceful "the water dance it is swift" then slashed downward quickly "and sudden!".

"all men are made of water, do you know this" walking towards them with his sword pointed towards Sansa's stomach poking it "if you piece them the water leaks out and they die" lifting their weapon with the pointed end directed towards his heart "now you will try to strike me" letting go he turned around and side stepped Arya's thrust letting her past by then duck under Sansa over head slash, turning to face them he settled into a fencing stance, his legs apart and crouched, his weapon pointed at them, the two of them attack him at the same time only he parried and blocked their strikes before they charged at him only he danced around them as they pasted.

a little while later they got used to the feel of their weapons and slightly improved enough to match blows with their instructor, but unknown to them their father Eddard came upon the since of his two girl learning sword fighting smiling a bit as they fought, but soon that smile faded as his daughters improved matching blows with the instructor and the sound of wooden swords was replaced by the hammering of steel and the crys and scream of men and horses, the site of his two daughters was replaced by men killing one and another bearing arms against each other.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review and tell me of any mistakes or certain bits that you don't like and want me to erase them or change them.