Inside the Spider's chambers the Prince and his Uncle Tyrion looked over the Spider's belonging as the dwarf Lannister explained what happened at the Wall on the way back to King's Landing.

He travelled down from the Wall with Yoren of the Night's Watch, and the group from Castamere, spending his time in the fine company of the Captain of Squad Eight, Kojiro Kamioka, however that came to an end in the Crossroads in as the Castamere Squad Member would go back to the Westerlands, but in place of the Captain came a sellsword named Bronn, the man offered his room in the inn to him for some gold and the two plus Yoren and Captain Kamioka bonded over an evening's drinking, Tyrion offered Bronn a place in his chambers in King's Landing as captain of his personal guard, which the man greatly took.

Then when he got home suddenly Varys is executed for treason. He mentioned didn't like or hate the Spider so this came as a shock, but not an unexpected one, Varys did serve the Mad King faithfully and as an Essos person could have easily helped the two remaining children of Aerys escape.

They cleaned out the Spider's Chamber and look over every piece of information meticulously. It became apparent how massive Varys's web stretched, and it became apparent that Jorah Mormont did indeed work for Varys as a spy Tyrion spoke "We may have to send a message to him saying Varys is dead."

"By now the word of his death will be passing along the web it'll get to him eventually, right now we should wait for Varys's replacement to arrive."

"Who have you chosen?"

"She's a member of Squad Two, so hopefully the remaining members of Varys's little birds can be made informants of the Stealth Force as it's sometimes called."

"A woman?"

"Yes, but she in a relationship with a member of Squad Twelve."

"What's her name?"

"Her first name is Falena, Lord Ichigo bestowed her the surname of Shihoin. He basically founded a Knightly House, and gave her a keep in Naruki."

"A female knight?"

"Uncle Tyrion haven't I told before, there are female Samurai."

"What her title then?"

"It's a Japanese word, Onna, not sure what it means in the Common Tongue."

"Well Asher," a new voice said "it basically means Lady.", Asher grinned and turned around as his Uncle spoke "Seven Hells, you didn't tell me she's Dornish."

In the doorway of the room, with her hands on her hip stood a slender dark skinned woman, only about five foot one. Her long dark hair tied in a high ponytail. Dress in a black leotard over which a loss Shihakusho rested, the hakama trousers low around her hips, and she wore a sleeve less kosode. A pair of piecing amber eyes look down at the Imp, "My dad was a Sandy Dornishman but I was born in the lands of Castamere Lord Tyrion."

"Good Afternoon Onna Falena." Asher bowed low.

Falena smirked "Ever the gentleman Asher." see looked around the room "So this is my office?"

"I hope it's to your liking, it may not be as splendid as your keep."

"No this'll do, besides," she said stretching "I do like the sun here, just few hundred miles south and my skin's a ready better." Her eye went Tyrion "Go on and stare Lord Tyrion, but that's all you'll ever get.", Tyrion stared flabbergasted, Asher stifled his laugher.

"Well Lady Shihoin," Asher said "We'll let you get accustom to these chamber, we talk about catch up later, also there'll probably be a Small Council meeting later."

"Alright Asher, haven't you still got to get that squire of yours?"

"Yes, I was hoping Napier would join me but he's training Arya."

"Okay," she walked in and sat at the desk "right now can I ask you to leave my chamber I've got a lot of work to do.", Asher bowed and walked away.

Tyrion looked up "Is she allowed call you by your first name alone?"

"I let her in private, she's very laid back."

"Fair enough, what was this she said about a squire?"

"Lord Stark found one of Father's illegitimate sons working as a blacksmith's apprentice here in the city, I had hope to meet him earlier in the week but with sorting out Varys's stuff I've never got around to it."

"And you want to make him your squire?"

"Yes, a half-brother of mine should not live down on the street, I also want to show Father the responsibility he should have had over his misdoings and to show Mother that Father's illegitimate are not monsters, she should know illegitimates are not all monsters." Suddenly Asher stopped and looked down into the Godswood. His Mother and Lord Eddard stood there talking.

Tyrion peered over the balcony to see it and he turned to Asher "Can you tell what their saying?"

"My hearing quite sharp so yes." He heard the conversation so perfectly, almost as if he stood with them. As they spoke Asher recounted the words to his uncle.

"House Targaryen wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years to keep bloodlines pure," his Mother said fast and truthful "Jaime and I are more than brother and sister, we shared a womb, came into this world together we belong together."

"If that's true," Eddard said "then Asher and Joffrey should have been raised together, and yet their almost prefect opposites."

"Do you love your children?"

"With all my heart."

"No more than I love mine."

"Even Asher?"

"Asher's the one good thing to come from my marriage to Robert, both of us agree, he represents what I used to love in Robert.", At that the Prince smiled weakly.

"You haven't always hated him."

"Hated him? I worshipped him. Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Great Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. Then that night he crawled on top of me stinking of wine and did what little he could do, and whispered in my ear, Lyanna. Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and at the time he loved her more than me."

"At the time?"

"As Asher laid recovering after the duel back in Winterfell Robert and I watched over him, the family we could have been, at that moment I asked him if it was possible for us, he said yes, when he saw Asher for the first time, so thankful to me he told himself he could love, me, after that Lyanna was just a memory a sad and powerful one but she was died to him after that point, but he said I'd already decided."

"The King knows?"

"Perhaps, but it seems he doesn't care, as long as the children has his family name it'll live on."

"I'll still tell him the truth, you must be gone by then, you and Jamie's children I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you."

"And what of my worth Lord Stark? You should've taken the realm for yourself. Jamie told me about the day King's Landing fell, he was sitting on the Iron Throne and you made him give it up, all you need to do was climb the steps yourself, such a sad mistake."

"I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them."

"Oh but it was, when you play the game of thrones you win or you die, there is no middle ground." And with that she walked away.

As Asher finished retelling the talk he looked back it his Uncle, who looked surprised but his faced showed he expected it "You seem pretty calm about this nephew?"

"I found out about a week ago, Sansa was there too."

"Why didn't you tell?"

"It would cause instability in the court, when King's Landing is unstable so is the rest of the realm, and like Grandfather in the end I'd prefer a stable Seven Kingdoms, I just need to keep Joffrey from causing the instability, and Mother from allowing him to add fuel to the flame."

"A Lannister through and through."

"Uncle, it's more than clear by now that I'm not just a Lannister, I'm a Baratheon."

Tyrion joined Asher as they rode out into the city, to find the smith shop, the streets still had the bustle of people, Godsgrief snorted loudly and a few people walked out the way.

They reached the shop and Asher jump off before tying Godsgrief's reigns to a nearby post and walked inside. The shop made of wood and plaster stood as the largest building in the Street of Steel. The elderly master walked up "My Prince what do I own this honour?"

"Pretty much the same reason as Lord Jon Arryn and Lord Eddard Stark, your apprentice Gendry." the man nodded and called to the back of the shop, the young man at the fires looked up and put his tools down, as he walked closer Asher saw the massive similarities, his build seemed slightly wider even at only fourteen, and his work gave him large arm muscles. Their eyes meet, both identical, their Father's eyes. The smith spoke "Show the Prince the helmet you made.", the boy nodded and brought forth a bull-headed helmet, the Prince hold of it an examined it carefully "This some of the best work I've seen."

"It's not for sale." Gendry finally said. Asher smirked "For a moment I thought you were mute." he handed the helmet back "Getting back to the matter at hand I have information about the identity of your Father Gendry."

"Really? Please can you tell me?"

"Don't speak to the Prince like that, forgive him."

"There's nothing to forgive good sir." Asher turned back to Gendry "Has anyone commented about how you look like a Baratheon?"

"No my Prince", Asher turned to the smith "Ser…"

"Tobho Mott your Highness, I'm no Ser."

"Mott would you say there is a resemblance between Gendry and I?"

"I would say yes my Prince."

"Well that is because Gendry is one of the King's Illegitimates.", both widened their eyes before Asher spoke "With your permission, both of you, I am willing to make Gendry Waters my squire." He took a bag from his pocket "I'm sure there's enough gold dragons in here to cover the cost of acquiring and training a new apprentice, of course Gendry needs to agree."

"I never thought I have the chance to be a knight, of course I'll be your squire my Prince."

"Very good." The Prince handed the bag to Mott but still looked at Gendry "Also as a side note in private I don't mind being called Asher; we are after all Brothers.", Gendry smiled and picked his helmet up and walk out with the Prince to the horses, Asher untied the reins from the post "Introductions are in order, on the horse is my Uncle Tyrion Lannister."

"Commonly called the Half-Man or the Imp, so you're the new Bastard Squire."

"Uncle I would prefer it if you don't call my half-brother that, anyway Gendry this is my horse Godsgrief named after our earliest known ancestor."

"He's magnificent." Gendry said stroking the stallion's neck, Godsgrief nickered and Asher chuckled "I think he likes you, come on." Asher helped his half-brother onto the stallion and scrambled onto the saddle himself before the three head to the Red Keep.

At the gate the City Watchmen stopped them "Sorry my Prince but we need to know who this boy is."

"He's my new squire Gendry.", the guardsmen look at each other before letting them through. Tyrion looked back "I don't recall those faces before."

"Their new, two of fifty men who joined to keep the peace during the Hand's Tourney, Slynt didn't give them common sense, they tried to stop Napier from entering, he commented how the City Watch couldn't guard a boiled egg."

Once at the stable and off their horse, Marcus Caldwell the steward rushed to the Prince "My Prince you're need in the King's Chamber urgently."

"What's Father done this time?"

"I fear it worse, the King was attack by a boar while hunting." Asher eyes widened and turned to Gendry "Come on.", his half-brother ran off, Marcus calling back as to whom Gendry was, Asher didn't care, he knew his Uncle would fill the steward in on the information.

His tutors told Asher dozens of times not the run down halls, but this time necessitated it, every second counted.

Both boys reach the door finding the King with company. The Queen, Ser Barristan and Grand Maester Pycelle stood while Joffrey sat beside the bed.

His Mother and twin looked, his Mother eyebrows frowned and Joffrey stared confused Asher cleared his throat "Forgive me but may I introduce my new squire Gendry.", the fourteen-year-old bowed, Joffrey nodded and Cersei's eyes widened slightly. Gendry went to stand in the corner and looked at the bedridden King as Asher sat next to his twin.

"Glad you made it my boy," his Father said weakly, Asher took his hand as the King continued "you take care of your little Brother and Sister, you've taken better care of them than I ever had."

"Yes Father." Asher said tears forming.

At that moment Renly and Lord Eddard walked in, the King looked to his boys "Go on, you don't want to see this.", Joffrey got up and sighed before he left, but Asher didn't move "Father, I want to stay, everyone must face death at some point, and I want to be here when you meet the Stranger.", his Father smiled weakly "Stubborn as always."

"I learnt from the best." the King laughed before coughing slightly "My fault, too much wine, missed my thrust." Lord Stark came over and removed the sheet revealing the deep wound in the side of his body and the blood stained bandages. Asher bit his lip.

"It stinks." the King said as the Hand put the sheets back "Stinks like death, don't think I can't smell it." he laughed "I paid the bastard pig back, drove my knife into his brain ask if I didn't," he nodded to the Lord Commander "go on ask him."

Ser Barristan said nothing.

The King sighed "I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw and I want everyone to taste the boar that got me.", Asher smiled weakly 'Same as always.'

The King sighed again "Leave us, all expect Asher, his squire and Ned."

"Robert my sweet…" the Queen began.

"Out all of you." he coughed as the room emptied. Once the door closed Lord Stark looked at his old friend and sat down "You dammed fool."

"Paper and ink on the table," the King said "write down what I say." Ned grabbed the small writing box and picked up the quill as the King began "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, First of His," he winched "you know how it goes, fill in the dam titles, I hereby command Eddard of House Stark, titles, to serve as Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm upon my death, to rule in my stead, until my rightful heir," he looked to Asher and he grinned at the two's sudden stares before finishing "comes of age."

Lord Eddard finished and then Asher spoke "Mother's not going to let this happen, write a second copy and I'll send it to Grandfather, he'll be able to convince Mother otherwise."

The King laughed "That dam Lannister brain of yours.", Asher smiled and Lord Eddard finished the second copy, the King gestured "Give them over." the Hand did so and the Prince watched as his Father signed his name on the pieces of paper. Eddard took one copy and Asher took the other, making sure the ink dried before folding it and pocketing it.

"Give your copy to the Council after I'm dead." the King said to need "at least they'll say I did this right, this one thing, you'll rule know, both of you, you'll hate it worse than I did, but you'll do it well. The girl, Daenerys, you both were right, Pycelle, Littlefinger, my Brother all worthless, no one to tell me no but you, only you two."

"I forgot Father, a message from Jorah Mormont down Varys's web came this morning. Viserys Targaryen is died."

Lord Stark looked at the Prince "How?"

"He drew his sword in the great Dothraki settlement of Vaes Dothrak, a serious crime, Khal Drogo decided to give him his crown, and he encased his head in molten gold."

"Nasty." The King said. Asher nodded "Moral of the story, don't anger a Dothraki." the King nodded "And I'll be joining that dragon spawn in a few minutes."

Lord Stark lowered his head "I'll do what I can to honour your memory."

"My memory?" he laughed and coughed "King Robert Baratheon, murdered by a pig" he coughed "Leave us Ned, let me talk with my boys before I die.", Lord Stark got up and went to the door.

Once they were alone the King looked to Gendry "Come here boy, let me get a closer look at you." Gendry sat next to Asher and the King smiled "You look just like me at your age."

"I hope that doesn't mean I'll get fat.", the King laughed loudly before coughing again. Gendry lowered his head "All my life I've wondered about who my Father was, and when I find out the truth, I meet at his death bed."

"The Gods can be cruel like that," the King said "but I should've have taken care of you, should have been the Father you needed, both of you."

"Don't say that," Asher said "you've been a wonderful Father to me."

"And," Gendry said tears rolling down his face "I just glad I got to meet my Father.", the King smiled "You're a good lad Gendry, I'm so sorry, Asher you're the best son any man could have. I glad you stayed, I get so see my trueborn son before I go, where to, only the Gods dam well know."

"You knew Joffrey isn't your son?"

"Quite easy to see, my Father was black haired, my brothers are black haired, I saw Mya Stone, and Edric Storm, and now Gendry, all three bastards of mine, black haired, and your black haired."

"You know Mother's not going to accept this."

"Deep down she'll know it's the right thing, she kept you alive. Why do you think I called you Asher? It means "The Lucky One" your Mother keeping you alive was the luck of the gods." he leaned on his pillow "Right now I'm the one who needs luck." he started coughing badly Asher held his hand, then his started coughing blood and slumped back Asher turned to Gendry "Get the Grand Maester, have him give Father Milk of the Poppy, it's help with the pain." Gendry nodded and went to the door.

Renly and the Grand Maester went inside entered, Asher motion for Renly to leave "I'd prefer to be alone with Father Uncle."

"As you say my Prince.", once the Grand Maester administered the substance he left too.

Once alone with his sleeping Father Asher sighed and locked the door. He sat down and placed his Zanpakuto on his lap, learning what Lord Ichigo taught him and cleared his mind, removed his grief and the revelations his Father made and focus completely on his blade.

He opened his eye, he stood deep inside a cave, in front of him a fire burned with a caldron on it and a rocking chair nearby. He heard the steady dripping of water down the stalactites and glanced at his shadow constantly moving in the swirling light the fire.

An aged hand with claw like nails took his shoulder, "Welcome back dearie." A haggard but kindly voice said, an old woman dressed in dark purple tattered clothing walk around and sat on the chair "Odd time to chat with me." She looked at him with aged light blue eyes.

"I just want to be with myself for a short time, and as Lord Ichigo said your apart of my soul, thus you are me."

The old woman grinned, she reached into the caldron and took a ball of thread, spun it out a length, then using a thin pair of needles began knitting, "Sorry about your Father."

"No it's fine. Valar morghulis. And I'm actually kind of glad, Father's happy before he goes."

"Valar dohaeris. So you not afraid of death?"

"No one should really, it's more the methods of death that scares me.", the Old Woman cackled "That is true, you should have seen how your past-self died, all because you wanted to help the woman you loved."

"If I died protecting Sansa I would die happy."

"So true, so dearie anything else you want?"

"Some advice, do I follow Father's last request or do I let Joffrey on the throne."

"Either way dearie you'll rule."

"I don't want Mother to hate me so," he sighed "forgive me Father."

"If he could he would forgive you, he loves you, and he always will.", Asher weakly grinned "I've only known you for two months and yet you've taken better care of me then, no I should say that, Mother loves me she said it this morning."

"You're just disappointed she spends most of her time with Joffrey."

"I suppose, and I defiantly see why now, but it does make sense, I spent so much time with Father it only makes sense for Mother to have Joffrey under her wing."

"So dearie, you think me a Mother when I look more like the Crone?"

"A Zanpakuto appearance shouldn't be questioned, in fact nothing about a Zanpakuto should be questioned, your part of my soul. Besides I see you more as a guardian, someone of wisdom to be listen to."

"So that's our relationship, is it? Well then, seems to me you're ready for your Shikai."

"Really?", his spirit nodded, Asher grinned "My, my I didn't think it would be that easy."

"Somethings in life are easier then we think, sometimes their harder, we never know which until it happens."

"I'll be careful then, observe the situation before seeing if I should."

"Good boy, now here my name and use my power, I am, Kami Ito."

"Gods Thread, in the Common Tongue, can I call you KI for short.", she nodded and continued her work. He looked to the thread his spirit knitted "You've been giving me a clue this whole time, hiding in plain sight, my, my very cunning."

"You've always been cunning."

"Can I ask, have you always been like this no matter how many times I've been reincarnated?"

"No, a Zanpakuto usually changes appearance, name and abilities slightly, just as the soul changes when being reincarnated."

"I see, so what's your Shikai ability?"

"Wire proficiency, I do have thread in the name."

"How long is the threads?"

"The can go to about a hundred feet per thread." She reached into the caldron again and pulled out a chain, two gauntlets attached at either end, she handed them over "Unlike Zangetsu, Lord Ichigo's sword, this is not a dual blade Zanpakuto, every metal piece is connected and thus all one." Asher gingerly took it wondering if the heat would hurt, however he felt nothing.

He slipped the metal gloves on, Kami Ito dropped the chain which fell to the floor Asher picked it up and put it over his shoulders feeling the links on the back of his neck. He looked at his encased hands and looked back at KI who leaned back in the rocking chair "You just focus your spirit energy into the gauntlets and you've got the threads." Asher nodded and concentrated, suddenly white string shot from his fingers, the Prince jumped and the thread spread all over the cave, slicing into the stalagmites and stalactites, some flew into the caldron.

KI leaned forward and a ladle appeared in her hand and scooped up the sudden water in the caldron and tasted it "Could do with some salt.", Asher blushed and chuckled "Sorry."

"No, no that was your first time using it, let's hope you improve, now can you be a good dearie and leave me in peace I've got other things to do."

Asher nodded, turned around and walk out the cavern.

He opened his eye again and looked down at his Zanpakuto. The Tsuba cross guard became square with rounded edges. The wrapping became light-blue. The blade stayed the same length as before. Asher grinned and sheathed the sword.

He felt his Father's pulse, nothing, Asher bowed his head "The King is dead, long lie the King. Goodbye Father."

The bells rang out in mourning for his Father. Asher stood beside the Iron Throne, observing it, many blades still sharp 'I wonder it Joffrey will make the same mistake Maegor the Cruel did.' People said the second Targaryen King died due to throne his Father made, most logical explanation being he cut his wrists on the blade.

Lady Falena told the Prince his Uncle Renly fled the capital before dawn with Ser Loras and fifty retainers heading south, she wondered if Renly would make claim to the throne himself, the Tyrell could convince him.

The doors opened and Joffrey followed by their Mother walked in followed by a Ser Barristan, his Uncle Jamie, Sandor Clegane, a few other members of the Kingsguard, and some Lannister soldiers. The two stop before the Prince and Asher bowed his head slightly "Your Majesty." Joffrey smirked before climbing up the step of blades to sit on his throne. Asher eyed his Mother looking so proud. Ser Barristan and the Kingsguard stood before the Iron Throne, and the Lannister soldiers behind it, Sandor stood beside the throne. Two chair were placed to the other side of the jagged monstrosity, one for the Queen Regent as his Mother now called herself and one for him, the new Crown Prince and current heir.

The door opened again and Lord Stark, and his household guard walked in as Marcus spoke "All hail his Majesty, Joffrey of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.", the they stopped, Lord Baelish and Lady Falena walked up and stood behind Lord Stark.

Joffrey spoke "I command the Council to make all necessary arrangements for my coronation, I wished to be crown within the fortnight. Today I shall accept oaths of fealty from my loyal Councillors."

Lord Stark looked the Commander of the Kingsgaurd "Ser Barristan, I believe no man here could question your honour." he took out the scroll, the Lord Commander walked up, took it, examined the paper and looked back to the Royal Family "King Robert's seal, unbroken." he then opened it and read it out "Lord Eddard Stark is here in named Protector of the Realm, to rule as Regent until the heir come of age."

Asher looked at Joffrey, his face showing surprise and then both looked to their Mother, the Lannister got up "May I see that letter Ser Barristan?" the Lord Commander walked up and handed once back in his place the Queen Dowager looked to the Hand "Protector of the Realm? This is meant to be your shield Lord Stark."

"It's true Mother." Asher said and all eyes turned to the Prince "Myself and my squire witness Father give that order.", Ser Barristan nodded "Those are the King's words."

"We have a new King." The Queen Regent said as she tore up the paper, once done she looked to the Hand "Lord Stark, when we last spoke you offered me some Council, allow me to return the curtesy, bend the knee my Lord, bend the knee and swear loyalty to my son and we shall allow you to live out your days in the grey wastes you call home."

Lord Eddard nodded and knelt "I Lord Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, Lord Paramount and Warden of the North do swear my fealty and loyalty to Crown Prince Asher of House Baratheon."

"Traitor." Joffrey shouted, the Queen chuckled "You condemn yourself with your own word Lord Stark."

"My, my, Mother," Asher said "you become a hypocrite by yours, Lord Stark did as you commanded, he swore loyalty to your son."

"But not to the King.", the Queen said.

"You didn't specify which son, he's sworn loyalty to the Royal Family, and shouldn't that be enough?"

The Queen bit her lip, Asher looked to Lord Stark "Lord Eddard, you and the majority of your Household Guard are to return to Winterfell, I myself have regard your service as Hand of the King very highly indeed, however I'm afraid that others have not appreciated it."

"Most of my guard?"

"Yes, Lady Sansa is to remain in the capital because of her betrothal to me, your son Brandon has expressed a desire to become Kingsguard, with your permission I wish to have him become the squire of Ser Jamie Lannister.", his Mother turned to him. Asher ignored this and looked to his Uncle Jamie who nodded with a smile.

Lord Stark remained silent for a moment before he spoke "I will need to speak with my Wife about that."

"Very well, as for Arya," he got up and walked closer "Napier has told me she wishes to continue her training, the only way to do that is in Castamere, Lord Ichigo has already agreed to trial her for the Academy he's recently set up, again with your permission.", Lord Eddard looked down before meeting the Prince's eyes and nodded.

The Prince grinned "Thank you, now please give back the badge of office you are dismissed, return to your chambers, tell your children and prepare for your journey back.", Lord Eddard nodded, unpinned his badge, gave it to Asher before he turned around and with his Household Guard left.

Asher watched as the doors shut before he sat back in his seat 'I wonder who will be the next Hand?'

Author's Notes

This was going to be a second chapter for Tyrion, but so much plot that didn't involve him happens here I couldn't find a way of fitting him in here.

Yes, he not stuck in the Vale because Bran's fall never happens in this story, but I don't imagine he'd be invited to the King's death bed now would he?

Of course I would bring in the reincarnation of Yoruichi, beside Orihime she's my favourite female character in Bleach. One thing I defiantly agree with on the ending of the Manga is that we don't know what happened to so many characters, Yoruichi included.

So Eddard lives, of course it's not going to end there.

Now I gotten two reviews wondering why Ichigo and Orihime are not a part of the story yet, Ichigo will be POV character, I promise you that. Have patience.

Until next time.