And finally this is done. I apologize that it took so long to make. I finished that first half in a day, but then I just got a bad case of block. but it's here now so I hope you enjoy. We finally have our awaited clash of kings, Robert and Osric.

Present Day

Winterfell

As Osric Embraced his friend he felt nibbling on his pant leg, and looked down to find his Direwolf looking up at him. He laughed and picked up the Grey male pup. He and his siblings had been tasked by their father to care for each wolf on their own. While Osric was sure it was to help teach his siblings responsibility.(Osric was certain father had given up trying to teach him.)

Nevertheless from what he know about Direwolves, it would mean they would imprint upon their owner seeing them as their one master. Osric had named his Direwolf, who was the largest of the litter after one of his favorite tales Old Nan had read to him. The tale of First Ranger Artorias, and his companion Sif The Great Grey Wolf.

Domeric leaned his head to look at the pup. "So this is one of the wolves eh?"

Osric nodded. "So word has spread that fast already?"

Domeric shook his head. "Heard it from one of the men at the gates, didn't think it was a truly I Direwolf but." He examined the wolf once over. "I've seen a newborn wolf pup before, and it was nowhere near this size. So what did you name him?"

Osric grinned. "Sif. Ser Sif of the Redguard in fact."

Domeric laughed. "Only you would name a beast to your royal guard." Sif gave a small growl at Domeric, but once Domeric started scratching his ear, he stopped and nuzzled into his hand.

Osric's grin faded. "Not that i'm not happy to see you Dom, but why are you here. I sent a letter saying I'd pass through Bolton lands, before I returned home."

Domeric adopted a serious expression, and looked around. "Is there somewhere private we can talk Oz?"

Osric nodded and they walked to his guest quarters.

After arriving Osric poured him and Domeric a drink,Domeric then placed a roll of parchment down. Osric picked it up and read it aloud, surprising to him it was a list of house names

"Bolton, Umber, Mormont, Glover, Glenmore, Forrester, Reed, Manderly, and Dustin. What is it I'm reading here Dom?"

Domeric took a sip of his wine and smiled. "Those are the houses that have agreed to fight with you should Robert Baratheon declare war."

One Week later

Winterfell

Osric sat at the end of a long table, that had been set up in the Great Hall of Winterfell. Laid out in front of him were various maps, and charts of Westeros. And hanging above him was the RedStark banner. The time had come, the King of the Iron Throne Robert Baratheon had finally arrived. And was being lead to him at that very moment. And while Osric sat there his daughter on his left, and Jon on his right, Eddard Stark escorted his best friend to his sister's grave.

Robert Baratheon far from the man he once was, gently placed a feather in the stone outstretched hand of Lyanna Stark. While he gently stroked the statue's cheek, Eddard clasped his hands and looked down, a look of pain on his face.

Robert spoke, never taking his eye off her stone face. "Did you have to bury her in a place like this.?" He spoke solemnly. "She should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and the cloud above her."

Eddard responded in little more than a whisper. "She was my sister, this was where she belongs."

"She belonged with me." Robert cut back. "In my dreams I kill him every night." He said removing his hand.

"It's done your grace." Eddard said tensely. "The Targaryens are all gone."

But Robert ignored him, and stared at the stone face of his only love. His previous look gone, and his face marred with determination. "Not all of them."

Eddard and Robert walked back up from the crypt, and had taken to talking about Jon Arryn to lighten their sad moods. And then Robert had offered Eddard the position of Hand Of The King. Although Eddard tried to decline Robert was quite persistent to not drop the matter. So Eddard brought up another topic to distract Robert.

"You should prepare yourself Robert." He spoke. "Osric's in the great hall."

Robert's eye flashed for a moment before he responded. "That's right, I was looking for the lad outside. Why wasn't he out there?'

"Osric said he would not bow. He thought it would be embarrassing for you, to have a whole courtyard but one bowing."

Robert gave a great booming laugh. "Did he now, why that sounds like a sense of humor. Where'd he get that from, certainly not you." Robert exclaimed before his face was turned to a neutral expression. "Although I do have to say Ned, I'm in need of advice. I haven't seen your boy in years, not since the siege of Pyke. Can you give me any advice for him."

Eddard thought for a moment before responding. "To be honest I don't quite know myself." They reached the top of the crypts, and exited through the door. "That boy always had too much of the wolf's blood in him before. At least when he was home I could help him control it. But now he's let himself go wild."

"Oh it's not so bad Ned, that stern house of yours needs some wild now and then. I mean look at Lya, it made her more than anyone else, and your brother Brandon he was one hell of a good time at the tourney."

The walked through the courtyard, and up the steps of the Great Hall. Eddard spoke. "That's what worries me. Brandon had only a little of the wolf in him, Lyanna less so. But Osric, I don't think has anything but the wolf in him." His face adopted a sorrowful look. "And you remember where their wolf's blood led them."

Robert's face matched his."Aye I remember Ned. I can never forget." They stepped into the hall.

While his father meet with the king, Osric was reminded of the conversation he had with Domeric.

After arriving Osric poured him and Domeric a drink,Domeric then placed a roll of parchment down. Osric picked it up and read it aloud, surprising to him it was a list of house names

"Bolton, Umber, Mormont, Glover, Glenmore, Forrester, Reed, Manderly, and Dustin. What is it I'm reading here Dom?"

Domeric took a sip of his wine and smiled. "Those are the houses that have agreed to fight with you should Robert Baratheon declare war." Osric's eyes went would.

"Goddess sake Dom do you know what would happen if the Stag caught wind of this." He exclaimed, looking Domeric in the eye.

"I do yes." He said staring straight back.

"And you still did it because!" Osric shot back his voice a barely contained shout.

"Because I, I can't lose another brother Oz." The heir of Bolton said, falling back into a chair.

Osric felt a shiver go up his spine. Did Domeric know that Ramsay was killed. "What are you talking about, what's happened."

Domeric took a minute before responding. "Father told me when he learned I was sick, he rode out to see me." Osric let out a silent breath of relief, before telling Domeric to continue.

"Father said they found him not far from the Dreadfort. Body ripped apart by some wolf, or a bear."

'Or a shark.' Osric thought. Domeric looked him dead in the eye.

"Can you see why I went around the North now. I can't lose another brother Oz. So I took a tour around the North, and managed to gather allies. If war breaks out your father, will stay neutral, but the North wouldn't abandon against their own,"

Osric snorted. "Yet they'll disobey their liege lord?"

Domeric smiled. "What are you talking about, the houses of the North will support their lord. What was it the Dacey used to say? 'The North serves no leige above the one named Stark'."

Osric and Domeric shared a laugh, at the memory of their Mormont friend.

"So it'll be treason then?"

Domeric nodded. "Our houses have sworn vows. Vows that were said and committed to parchment, centuries before the iron throne was a gleam in Aegon's eye. It would only be treason to dishonor those oaths."

Osric smiled and patted Domeric on the shoulder. "It's good to see you again Dom."

Domeric returned the gesture. "Same to you Oz."

And so now he sat waiting for he his father, and the king. Osric sighed, and turned to Jon. "Stop it Jon."

"W-what."

"You know what, the goddamned tapping. Every other second the table shifts, and it driving me mad."

Jon sighed and stopped. "I'm sorry Oz, I just don't think I should be here."

Osric's gaze softened, and he put a hand on Jon's shoulder "You're a prince, you're a master of law, and you're my brother. Ok?"

Jon took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. Osric smiled, but before he continued the doors to the courtyard opened. Osric withdrew his hand, and set his face into a neutral expression.

In walked his father, Robert, and several others. Two kingsguard, one of which he was able to identify as Jaime lannister. The queen was also walking in with them, next to her was a dwarf whom Osric assumed was her other brother Tyrion.

Osric stood up, walked to Robert, and held his hand out. "King Baratheon, it's been quite sometime since we last met face-to-face." Robert nodded and shook his hand, before responding.

"Aye it has, last I saw you, you were nothing but a prodigy, freshly knighted."

Osric nodded and smirked. "Well I'm no longer a knight, but I'm still a prodigy." This caused Robert to laugh.

"So quick to be cheeky, sometimes I forget you're, your father's son." Osric felt a twinge of discomfort from that sentence, but masked it with another grin.

"Well then king stag, shall we sit? We do have alot to talk about."

Robert responded with an affirmative grunt and sat down opposite from him, his wife sat on his left, and her brother on his right.

Robert looked over the table at Jon, and Lyanna. "Ah some introductions are in order. My brother, and master of laws Jon Redstark." Jon gave an uncomfortable nod, before lowering his eyes back to the table. "And my daughter Lyanna." Lyanna gave a beaming smile, and friendly wave.

Robert face adopted a sorrowful look. "Lyanna." Osric nodded.

"Aye, named after my aunt, to carry on her spirit." Osric noticed the look the queen was giving his daughter.

"Something bothering you Queen Cersei." Cersei looked over to him, and gave him a fake smile.

"Nothing Lord Stark, just that your daughter has some rather.. Un-stark like traits."

Osric gave a grim nod. "Takes alot after her mother this one here." He said ruffling her hair, earning a giggle from the pirate Princess. Him and the others took their seats. Osric and his people on one side, Robert, and his on the other, and Eddard seating neutrally in the middle.

Cersei's smile became shark-like. "Yes her mother, why don't we speak about her moth-"

Robert banged the table. "We'll get to that woman!" Cersei masked her anger, and embarrassment in a neutral expression, but otherwise remained silent. Seeing that there would be no more interruptions Robert turned back to Osric.

"Now then let's begin. I don't know alot about you lad. But what I do know that you don't want the fanfare, or the long ass titles. You just want to get to the point and go home. Am I right King Stark?"

Osric nodded slammed back a mug of rum, and looked to Robert. "Sound about straight. Now then King Stag, my Lord Father read me your terms. What you want, and what you'll give?"

"And?" Robert spoke.

Eddard looked at his son in surprise, Osric was handling this far better than he thought he would.

Osric gave Robert a smug grin. "They're a load of bollocks."

The effect was instant. Robert and Cersei looked outraged. Eddard put his head into his hands. Jaime was fighting a smile. Tyrion was trying, and failing to keep a straight face. Jon went rigid and pale. While Lyanna giggled at her father cursing.

"What!"

"You dare!"

"Osric!"
Went Robert, Cersei, and Eddard simultaneously.

Osric finished his rum, stood up, and slammed the table. "You heard me, you have no goddamn right to make demands of me! I've given Westeros no slight, since we signed the peace accords on Dragonstone!"

"No slight!" Robert yelled. "How many times have your pirates raided the shores of my kingdom since that peace treaty!"

Osric looked slightly ashamed, but it quickly bounced back to anger. "I'll admit my boys and girls don't always listen too well. But you know what happened to the ones that don't. " Osric paused before stabbing one of his knifes into the table. The Kingsguard put their hands on their blades, ready to pull them in an instant.

"The ones that don't listen, I have them held down, while I give'em thirteen in the gut. A coin in their mouth, then I hang them up by their feet to rot. My people don't always listen, but I punishes them when they don't. Their crimes aren't on me."

It was at this point that Cersei cut in. "Very well if you deny and responsibility for their crimes, shall we talk about yours instead."

Osric only huffed. "I already have the royal pardon that Stannis wrote, what crimes can you hold against me?"

She looked to Lyanna and smiled. "How about kidnapping."

The entire table went silent. Eddard looked to Osric with a pleading expression. Osric only sighed and nodded.

"You want someone to blame for that? Blame your stuck up prick of a father. If he hadn't kept my daughter from me, then your cunt cousin wouldn't be dead."

Cersei looked ready to explode, but Eddard managed to calm everyone, and call a break. All but Eddard and Osric left.

"Osric, tell me everything now." Osric recognized his father's tone and began his tale.

"Not too long after I left home, I was a hedge knight for a while before becoming a sellsword. I attended a melee in Lannisport. I won and meet a girl during the feast afterword. Her name was Joy, Joy Hill. And she was the love of my life, every chance I got I would visit her."

"The day I learned she was pregnant was one of the happiest of my life, during the final month of her pregnancy I traveled back to Lannisport to see her. But when I got there she was already dead, she caught ill after the birth. She was dead, and buried two weeks before I made port. I went to her uncle, but he wouldn't give Lyanna to me. The only way I could get my daughter back, was to take her, and on my way out of the city some guard tried to ring an alarm. The fool should have just let it go, but he went for the alarm, so I had to plant a knife in him."

Eddard adopted a sad expression, and put his hand on Osric's shoulder. "Osric I-I'm sorry that must have been hard on you. So the boy you killed during your escape was a Lannister?"

Osric nodded. "I found out after I fled, the dockworkers in the Reach were talking about some Lannister that got killed by an assassin. I put two-and-two together."

A quiet fell over the two before Eddard spoke again. "Osric, I know what it's like to lose someone you care about."

Osric gave a bitter chuckle. "You know that better than most. But she wasn't just someone I liked, she was the only woman that ever had a grip on my heart. She was taken from me, and nothing but our daughter, could mend the toll her death took on me. I could never make Joy a queen, but our daughter will be. And i'll be fucked if I let that scheming lion on the rock, and his bitch daughter steal that from her."

Eddard understood Osric's earlier outburst at the marriage to the princess. He felt guilt over the death of the woman he loved. With the only thing he thought could make up for it, was to give their daughter all the love, and happiness she could ever want. Eddard kept a grip on Osric's shoulder while he body shook in grief. And when bitter tears spilled, he held his son while he cried.

The negotiations went on for three more days before an agreement was met. To Osric's surprise the queen and king took no offense to his refusal of the marriage. The queen actually looked relieved. After hammering out the terms, Osric received an offer from Tyrion. Tywin had sent Tyrion with a contract, and offer for Osric. Tywin was offering to pay a large amount of money upfront, and exchange Osric would allow Tywin to set up gem mines on the Stepstones. As Well as turn over several existing mines to House Lannister. Osric's elegant response was to write 'fuck off' on a roll of parchment, and sent it to Tywin much to Tyrion's amusement.

Both parties sat at the table, in their previous positions. Eddard stood up and began to speak.

"Now that we have come to an agreement, I will recite the treaty of the Narrow Sea. The kingdoms of The Iron Throne, and The Stepstones shall enter into a defensive alliance. All acts of aggression against one another shall cease, and in addition all former acts of hostility shall be forgiven. Both kings shall shall send an ambassador to represent their kingdom's interests in the other's court. And finally Salt King Osric Stark shall travel to King's Landing before his return to Bloodstone, in order to meet with the Small Council, and attend the inauguration of Eddard Stark as Hand of The King. Do you both find these terms acceptable"

Osric and Robert liked at each other, and nodded. "Then the treaty is complete as soon as you both sign."

Osric and Robert walked over to Eddard. Robert took the quill from Eddard, and signed. Osric however pulled out a small dagger, and slit his right ring finger. While Eddard and Robert looked on in alarm, Osric wrote his name in his own blood, claiming that blood doesn't lie, much to Robert's amusement.

After he and Osric shook hands Robert spoke. "Now that we have this dealt with, I believe this call for celebration. Break out the wine, and the food this calls for a feast!"

And done, Osric has managed to avoid war, and even gain an ally should the free cities turn their eyes towards the Stepstones and the thousands of escaped slaves that call it home. However in the process he has managed to not just insult the queen, but her father as well. Something the Old Lion will not soon forget.

As always I would love to read your feedback and review. Especially on the Eddard and Osric moments. It's probably my favorite dynamic in the story so far. The wayward son and his honor bound father.

So again hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day.