Percy POV

I sat across of Sansa, Arya to my left and Septa Mordane to my right as we broke our fast. It was terribly silent except for the noise Arya was making as she continued to stab the poor table with her knife. I continued to eat pieces of bacon set on my plate, accompanied by a poached egg and some bread. I took glances at Sansa as she still insisted on avoiding me. Which suited well with me, because she was acting like a spoiled brat right now. I wish Cat were here, she would know what to do with this mess, she would have known how to knock some sense into Sansa. Only a few weeks away from the North, and my once sweet niece turned into this, this Southerner. I drank some water to swallow that fact down. Northerner. She is of the North, not some Southerner. Cat may have been from Riverrun, but Stark blood runs strong through every pup. Finally, Septa Mordane spoke up, "Enough of that, young lady, eat your food."

"I'm practicing." Arya said defiantly as she continued her stabbing.

"Practicing for what?" Sansa asked snottily as she sliced her food elegantly like a proper lady. Arya looked at her with her intense grey eyes, "The prince."

"Arya Stark!" Septa said in a mortified tone. I chuckled a little. I want to stab him too. Then Arya continued stabbing the table, "He's a liar and a coward. And he killed my friend."

"The Hound killed your friend." Sansa protested, trying to defend the honor of her precious prince.

"The Hound does whatever the prince tells him to do." Arya countered.

"You're an idiot." Sansa said, anger written all over her face.

"You're a liar. And if you told the truth, Mycah would be alive." Arya said, the wolf in her blood threatening to come out in full force and show her sister the truth of reality. I let them finish. This was their fight. Let them say their peace. It'd be best that they let it out there. Arya fully embedded the knife in the table and Septa Mordane intervened, "Enough."

Septa Mordane got up and moved towards Arya, but right now there was another thought invading my mind. Another girl with grey eyes and a knife, but instead of embedding it into a table, she was teaching a young boy with green eyes how to wield a knife similar to hers. My chest clenched at the thought. What I would do to go back in time and be with her again. What I would do to be with her now. The next thing I know, Ned was walking in, "What's happening here?"

"Arya would rather act like a beast rather than a lady." Septa Mordane said snottily. I rolled my eyes, "She was merely expressing her emotions, Septa. She'd be more beast if she didn't have any. Be glad that she does."

Septa Mordane turned to me with "ladylike anger" and I merely cocked my head at her, "A lady does not express her emotions. It is improper and unlady like."

Ned ignored us and looked at Arya, "Go to your room, we'll speak later."

Arya went, and I was tempted to follow her. To comfort or praise her, I am not sure which. Perhaps both. I watched Ned as he gave an object wrapped in cloth to Sansa, "That's for you, love."

Sansa took it with uninterest, and I was tempted to ask where the sweet girl who would have jumped for joy for a present from anyone have gone. Ned and Septa Mordane sat as Sansa opened the cloth. It was a doll. One of those fancy dolls that Ned and Cat used to have me bring back for Sansa when she was younger when I journeyed South. It was expensive, usually a couple golden dragons. Ned added, "The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella's dolls."

"Don't you like it?" He asked after looking at her uninterested expression.

"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight." Sansa said disdainfully. Oh how I wish she was still eight. She was better company then than she is now. Ned looked dejected. His face fell at Sansa's declaration, and I was tempted to yell some sense into Sansa. Can she not see how he just wants to make her happy? Now he looks like some sad puppy who was kicked by their owner. Sansa set the doll down, "May I be excused?"

"You've barely eaten a thing." Septa Mordane interjected. I was tempted to yell at her too. That was what she was worried about? She has just upsetted her father. Disrespected him even. What happened to being "lady like"? And what of Arya, who barely ate anything herself? Ned scratched the bridge of his nose, and said, "That's all right, go."

Sansa moved to leave, but I spoke up, "Be thankful, Sansa. Most children don't have the liberty of receiving a present."

She barely acknowledged my presence, and moved to leave. I exhaled loudly and drummed my fingers impatiently on the table. I looked at Ned, and he said somberly, "Wars are easier than daughters."

I raised my glass to that and Ned began to eat. I continued to finish my meal, and after a moment of silence, Septa Mordane excused herself. Ned looked up to see Septa completely vanish, then looked at me, "A raven from Winterfell arrived. Bran is awake."

My heart pounded against my chest, and I set my knife down, "And?"

"Bran lives, but he will never walk again. He cannot feel past the top of his knees, and even then, he feels barely, and Hodor has taken to carrying him around." Ned said broodingly. I buried my face in my hands. It was not enough. I was not able to give him his life back. He will not be able to climb towers again. He will never run again. Ned said comfortingly, "He lives, Percy. That is all that matters."

I looked up and nodded at him. He is right. Bran will live. I will help him do so after I help Ned get situated here, perhaps when Cat arrives. Perhaps I can beg Athena or Hephaestus to help him, create something to help him walk. Or ride. That should be possible. I will teach him how to fight on horseback. He can still be a knight. He can be like one of the centaurs. Half man, half horse. Yes. He will still live. One thing still bothered me though, "Does Bran remember anything about the events before he fell? What happened? Why did he fall?"

"He does not remember anything. Cat wrote that the maesters deems it as an effect of hitting his head." Ned recounted, He stood up, "I will go have that talk with Arya now, Percy. Do not wander off too far."

I nodded. I knew what that meant. It meant that he wanted to talk to Arya alone. Which was fine by me, because I had another agenda to attend. I stood as the servants began to remove the dishes and plates from the table, and went straight for my bedchamber. It was a pretty bedchamber filled with nonsense, which I cared nothing about, so I barely paid attention to it. I went straight to my trunk and dug through it, shoving aside my clothes until I got to the very bottom of the trunk. I took out Lyanna's dagger. I closed my trunk, and sat at the edge of my bed.

The wolf's eyes looked at me hauntingly, and I swallowed back my doubts before it can dissuade me from what I was about to do. The sheath was elegant but simple, made of the finest leathers the North can supply, and embroidered finely with a name, Lyanna. I took the dagger from its sheath, and touched the delicate engravings on the dagger. It was small and slender, made for the hand of a woman, not a man. And it would serve Arya greatly. Ned gave me Lyanna's dagger when he came back with her body, but, I cannot wield it with an easy heart, knowing that the blade she was so proud of did her no good in the end. Perhaps Arya can give it justice, perhaps she can do Lyanna proud by wielding it the way she would have, but somehow did not.

I placed the dagger back in the sheath, and tucked it in my waistband. I made for Arya's bedchambers, bumping into Ned on the way. He stopped me with a question, "Do you know of any sword masters?"

"Me." I said without blinking an eye. I'm a great swordsman. Ned smiled in good humour, "Aye, you are, but I need you for something else. I need someone to teach Arya how to wield a sword."

"What?" I asked, confused at what he was getting at. I can teach Arya how to wield a sword, I've been doing it since she could walk. Ned elaborated, "Arya managed to get a sword, she calls it Needle. If she is to keep it, she might as well learn how to wield it. And you cannot do it, if Cat ever hears of it, you will never hear the end of it, and you will be banished from the North."

I chuckled. He was right. If Ned was serious about having Arya learn how to wield a sword, Cat will learn about it, and then she will take Arya's sword and plunge it in my heart. I said, "I have someone in mind. Someone I met when I was travelling. I will write to them."

Ned nodded, "Good. Now, I will be in my solar. In the morrow, I want you to go with the girls to the tourney held in my honor."

I nodded, and Ned placed a hand on my shoulder before leaving. I continued on to Arya's chambers and knocked, "Let me in, pup. Else I'll break your door and you'll have no way to keep Septa Mordane out."

"I'm coming." Her muffled voice said through the door. I heard a quick shuffling, then the door opened, and I walked in, closing the door behind me. When I looked at her, I saw that she did indeed have a sword in her hand. It was a thin, small sword that was finely made. I nudged towards it, "Who gave it to you?"

"Jon." She said with affection. I smiled. Those two were always close. The only ones who actually shared the Stark looks. I sat on her bed, and motioned her to sit next to me. She did so, and placed her sword next to her. I took out Lyanna's dagger, "Here. You already have a sword, so here's a dagger."

She looked at the dagger in amazement, and I placed it in her hand. She looked at it carefully, grazing her thumb over Lyanna's name, she said in bewilderment "Aunt Lyanna."

"Aye, it was hers when she lived. Now it's yours." I said with a small smile on my face. She tried to give back the dagger, "I can't accept this, Uncle. I know what Aunt Lyanna meant to you."

I pushed the dagger back in her hands, "And that's exactly why I want you to wield it."

She stopped pushing the dagger back, and instead looked at me in confusion. I continued, "Arya, I already have a dagger. It was given to me by Lyanna when I was little. I will wield that dagger until the day I die because she gave it to me. But this dagger, it was never meant for me. It was always meant for Lyanna, hers to wield, and hers to eventually give off. And you, you remind me so much of Lyanna, that you can never imagine it. Don't get me wrong, you are Arya, and you will always be Arya, but, you two share the same blood, you will not only honor me, but also her if you wield this til the day you take your last breath."

Arya reluctantly took the dagger from my hands, then suddenly launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Thank you, Uncle. I will make you proud. I will make Aunt Lyanna proud."

I smiled, "I know you will."

Arya separated from me, and I said, "Go, hide it for now. I will find you some proper boots, breeches, and a tunic for you to wear."

Arya gave me a toothy grin, but did as she was told. I picked up her sword and examined it. Probably was made by Mikken. When she came back, I gave her sword back to her, "Show me what you know."

I stood up, and took my dagger from my boot. I motioned her to attack me, and she held the sword properly in one hand. She attacked me silently, and I blocked her blade with ease. We continued like that for some time, even knocking over some of her furniture, but then a knock on the door halted us, "Hey! What's going on in there?!"

Arya and I stopped, and I quickly sheather my dagger, as she hid her sword, I said I as she hid it in her trunk, "Nothing! We were, uhh, dancing."

Arya laughed silently as we scrambled to fix her things, then she opened the door. A Stark guard, Tomas, I believe his name is, was looking inside the chamber with confusion. When he saw me, he bowed his head slightly, "Percy, I did not know it was you, forgive me."

I nodded and acted casually, "It's alright Tomas, go on with your duty, I was just about to leave. Actually, can you escort Lady Arya to Septa Mordane? I believe it is time for her lessons."

"Uncle-" Arya protested loudly. I gave her a look, "Go on pup, the sooner you start, the sooner you finish. Go on, get it over with. I will come by later."

She grumbled to herself but went nonetheless. Tomas bowed to me, then went on to escort Arya. I headed for Ned's solar and went in without knocking, I asked reluctantly "Do you have some parchment, ink, and quill for me to use, Ned?"

He looked up from whatever it was he was reading, and asked, "What for?"

"I have to write to the swords master I want to teach Arya." I choked out as I looked at anywhere but Ned. Even now, I cannot write in the common tongue without difficulty. That's why I rarely do it.

"I can do it, Percy. Just tell me who to address it to." Ned sympathized. I nodded and finally looked at him. I sat down in front of his desk and watched as he took out a fresh piece of parchment. I said, "Address it to Syrio Forell, the first Sword of Braavos."

Ned nodded and continued on to write the letter. First I watched him write the letter, but then, my attention was drawn to the papers on his desk. I picked up on of them, but instantly, the letters began to change, scrambling left and right until I could recognize none of the words. I placed it down, and tried to clear my eyes, I loathed being incapable. Ned closed the letter, and placed his sigil on it, "Here, have the maester send it. Have one of the servants point you there."

I took the rolled up parchment, "Thank you."

Ned nodded, and went back to what he was doing before I got there, and I made my way out of the Tower of the Hand. As soon as I got out of the tower, I was instantly met by the sight of servants running from one place to another. I asked one boy, "Pardon me, boy, but can you point me to the way of the maester?"

"Of course,ser." The boy said before turning to point at a structure, "That there is the library. If you go through it, you would be going through the halls that will lead you straight to the rookery, right where Grand Maester Pycelle's chambers are. Careful though, milord, through that way is connected to Maegor's Holdfast, the royal chambers."

I nodded. Just go straight, "Thank you, lad."

The boy bowed to me, then went on to whatever he was doing before I interrupted him. I absentmindedly placed a hand on the butt of my sword. It gave me a small sort of peace to have it with me. I began my way to the rookery, going between the Sept and the library to actually find the entrance to the library. I gave the library one glance, and deemed that it was impressive enough, but compared to the library that Olympus has, it was child's play.

Once I actually found the exit to the damn building, there was a bald headed man waiting for me. I walked up to him, tucking the parchment between my sword belt, as he greeted me, "You must be the new Lord Hand's beloved cousin."

"And you must be-?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He smiled, mirth was in his eyes, but the genuinity of it was questionable, "I am Varys. The master of whispers. You may better know me as the Spider."

"Ahh, you mean the King's eyes and ears throughout the entire realm and beyond?" I speculated once I recognized the name. He smiled once again, and began walking, leaving me no choice but to follow him, "Yes, that is another way to put it."

"Then speak your mind, what do you want with me, Lord Varys?" I asked. Even I was smart enough to figure out that this man would not speak to me if he had no agenda. The spider said, "Your cousin is a very honourable man, Perseus."

"He is." I agreed, not saying of how I never mentioned my name, but seeing as how his duty was to know everything, it did not surprise me that he knew that. He continued on, "Are you a man of honour, Perseus?"

"What does a bastard know of honour, Lord Varys?" I asked. Honour was a part of me, how could it not be? I'm a Stark in all but name. But honour was something I had to forgo once when I was six and ten. War was a critical thing. I heard the Spider chuckle beside me, "Most bastards know nothing about honour. But most bastards were not raised in your circumstances."

"Granted. But I find honour to be a difficult thing, Lord Varys. It's a pretty thing to be called honourable, but it is quite difficult to be honourable, when most of the world is not." I said with finality. He nodded, "Keep that in mind, Perseus. Like the rest of the world, the Red Keep is far from honourable. The right thing to do, is barely the right thing to do."

What the Hades does that fucking mean? And why is this bloody hallway so damn long? Before I could ask the Spider on what he meant, I found that I was alone. As I continued to walk while looking around to see where he went, I heard heavy steps, numerous ones, and voices. I saw light. I was close to the end of this bloody hallway, then I saw the queen, surrounded by her maids or ladies, I was not sure, then followed by a few guards. For the love of the gods. I don't like this hallway. Cryptic people, endless hallways and plotting queens. The Oracle, the Labyrinth, and Hera. Perhaps I'm dreaming. Or drunk. Either reason would explain the parallel of the two worlds I live in. How did the Spider disappear? Mayhaps I can do as he did before the cruel queen can spot me, "Perseus."

Damn. Too late. I bowed stiffly, "Your Grace."

"Rise Perseus." I could hear the smugness in her voice, and I clenched my hands beside me. I cannot wait until I can leave this damnable place with its damnable people. The queen asked, "How does your nieces fare, Perseus? They were quite distraught the last time I saw them."

Because of you, you damn, evil bitch! How can anyone be so cruel to two little girls? Well, there's my family on Poseidon's side, but, still. I answered nonchalantly, "They are quite well, your grace."

She smiled, "Good. I feared that that little accident might cause a drift between our families."

In fact, it did. I want nothing more than to take my family to the other side of the world because of you and your cruel son. If I had a choice, I would have never allowed them to come her. I smiled tightly, "Of course not, your grace. Sansa is as in love with your dear son as she was in the beginning."

"That is delightful to hear. Joff was quite devastated when he realized that he caused Sansa grief." She said easily. I kept the damn smile on my face, "The prince has nothing to worry about, your grace."

"Delightful. Now, where is it that you were heading?" The queen asked as she raised an elegant eyebrow. I took out the parchment, "I was delivering this for Ned to the maester."

"Are you Lord Stark's delivery boy now?" The queen asked with a mocking tone. It was meant as an insult, but instead I just smiled, "Aye, your grace. I am what my family needs me to be."

The queen smiled, though in her eyes, I saw something else. It was fury, anger, and something else I could not quite distinguish. She gestured towards the exit, "Go ahead, then. I will see you around the keep."

"Farewell, your grace." I said as I kept my head bowed as she passed by, waiting for her to leave until I can finally move. I made my way to the rookery. I just wanted to avoid everyone while I was here, why is that so difficult? I made my way inside the tall structure with birds chirping inside of it, and entered. There, I saw an old maester with his back hunched, "Pardon me, Grand Maester Pycelle. Lord Eddard Stark requires this letter sent to Braavos."

The maester turned around, and as he set his eyes on me, shock was written in his eyes. As well as recognition. I raised an eyebrow, "Do I know you, grand maester?"

He snapped out of his shock, and shook his head vehemently, "No, of course not. Unless you have been to the Citadel or the Red Keep before, then you must certainly not know me."

How peculiar. His behavior I mean. He almost seemed as if he was lying. I disregarded it and gave him the parchment, "Can you just send this?"

"Of course." He took it hurriedly, then turned away from me, waving me away, "You may go now. I will send Lord Stark's letter."

I left uneasily. He knew me, I know it. He recognized me as soon as he laid eyes on me. But for the life of me, I cannot recall him. His aura was familiar. But it was weak. Almost as if he was the descendant of some god or another, yet, at the same time, he was not. I did not understand it.

A/N:Hello people. As I said, here's the second part to last chapter.

And yes, Stolls are still demigods.

And thank you to everyone who commented. I appreciate it.

Now let us address the issues that were brought up. Most of them I don't mind, but I do need response from the audience. Like, is it alright if I switch from a 3rd person POV to Percy's POV? I mean, people have different preferences, and I don't really mind writing in whichever one. Also, some of you guys have mentioned making it canon soon, which I do plan to do, eventually, but some events are too vital to the plot, so I need you guys to understand that I still intend to make some of those happen. And last one to the things I don't really mind being brought up, Percy sleeping with one of the queens. I know you guys don't like. I don't like it. I'm trying to find a way around it so that it doesn't need to happen. And this should be quite obvious, but Cersei is the enemy. He's not ending up with her, if he does end up with someone at all. That one I can assure you.

And now let's address my very special guest. Yes, you know who you are. Your judgment is all based on your narrow minded observation, and on one chapter and implication. Go ahead, say what you want to say. Everyone is free to say what they want to say. That's why I removed to comment moderation. I mean, it doesn't matter in what happens in the end or their damn character development. I mean, hell, who even cares what happens to the middle or end of the story? All that matters is the beginning, am I right? And you're right, Percy should argue with everything because that's how you survive the great game, especially when you're in no place of power. It's not like I mentioned that Percy knew at least a little about it. And it seems that 14 year old from the movie has more balls than you, cause you hide under the pseudonym of guest. But be my guest, leave. I'll cry as much as it rains it the Sahara desert because that's how much I value you. But hear this, you'll wander the world blind, deaf, and dumb and the world will know, this is one of them. Just another ignorant, arrogant, pretentious little wanker who yearns the attention of someone. I indulge you now just so that you feel a little less lonely in the world. And it'll be okay, eventually. Perhaps one day, you'll find that someone who'll tolerate you enough. Best of luck, mate. May life treat you better than you treat it.

Bonus points to the one who knows where I got my quote for that

Now, onward to other things. It might be awhile before I update again. When I write, I like being ahead of what I post, so, it'll be awhile. So, I'll see you guys then. Also, check out my other story. it's shorter than this one, but, it'll be a three shot or something. Alright, thanks again. Thanks for commenting, favoring, and following my story. Til next time