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Chapter 4

Eddard

The cold winds were crying as they billowed in the godswood and Ned thought they were mourning for Tyrion. Ned stood with the rest of the Starks in-front of the wooden slab before the Heart Tree and he could not believe his eyes. Tyrion Lannister laid there void of life when he used to be so full of it. His face was sunken and his skin was cold. His nearly white hair was parted to the side, and he was dressed in his favorite Lannister doublet with the black leather breeches. How Ned wished in this moment for one of his gaudy japes or the others that were at the expense of others. Winterfell felt different without him and his absence was sorely noted. This day was very sad for all in attendance and the Starks had been in the godswood since they broke their fast. Ned didn't know what he'd feel when he was going to see Tyrion's body, but after what happened last night with his uncle Eddard did not care.

The women were teary eyed and had cried when they saw him. The children such as Rhaenys and Marissa whom grew up with him cried, but the ones young enough did not understand what was happening. Some shed tears because the adults were doing so, but most did not. Even Ned's daughter Daenerys had cried her eyes out at the prospect of being denied getting to be around him for so long—being denied saying good bye. Lyanna held her and said that Tyrion loved her and would not want her to cry. Knowing Tyrion he would have japed about how a dwarf like him wouldn't hate her for it, Ned thought at the time. The men were as stoic as they could be and those who shed tears did so in-private. Eddard could swear he saw Rhaegar and Brandon shed a tear or two—even Robert was hiding his face. Lyanna had nudged him when she saw that with red swollen eyes and Eddard couldn't help but smile. Robert was such a softy, he knew. Ned could not find it within himself to cry or show emotion.

After the events of last night Ned was drained of all emotion and life. He did not think about since his uncle left him with stained cheeks and a realization. Eddard laid in his chambers with Lya's head on his chest staring at nothing but the ceiling. Thoughts of the visions raced in his mind but he thought on his uncle's words to let them go. He looked to Lya sleeping peacefully on his chest and stroked her hair lightly. In his mind he resolved to try and love her equally, but a voice in him said that was folly. Ned knew if he tried to force something that the gods would stop him. He vowed to let go and let all of it flow…let life show him what the visions truly entailed. Eddard thought on Jeyne and just accepted the emotions he felt for her…but could not think on what the visions promised. He found peace after accepting the emotions and connection—that Jeyne was the one he really loved equally. Her face filled his mind and all the emotions with her. Ned thought on how they embraced on the godswood floor—how natural it felt to be in her arms. He wondered why he was so oblivious to this after all this time, how he could not see it was always meant to be Jeyne…but his uncle said things tended to unfold once both him and Jeyne were ready. Ned sighed and wished he hadn't made certain choices but just let that go. He felt that if the visions were true he did not have to do a thing…the gods would take care of it all. He resolved to continue life as usual but found it hard to really let go.

"I'm cold, Papa," his daughter whispered next to him. Brandon was in Ned's arms with the wooded knight and had not made a sound, dressed in his black doublet, breeches, and furs. Lyanna only held Val closer to her as Little Dany stood beside them in her black dress, furs, and the crown of blue roses. Ned had realized Lya was making more of an effort with their daughter Val since he told her of what she had said. She took her riding the other day and did not push her to do so many lady things. All she wanted was Val to know that she was loved equally. Ned sighed to himself at seeing Lyanna so loving with their children and felt horrible at what was going to happen…apprehension filled him but he knew to let that go. Ned could not be a monster and refused to…he would not force a thing to end between them.

Ned looked around in the moment and saw the red leaves flowing in the wind. The heart tree was weeping the famous red sap and Ned remembered how it smiled last night. He figured it smiled at his acceptance of the love he bears for Jeyne. Ned saw the lady down beside her family in a black dress with white frills and her hair in a bun with a net over it. He thought her lovely and when he broke their fast this morning, Jeyne immediately picked up on his distress. She tried to speak with him but Ned ignored her for the time being. Fortunately, the conversation began before she could break words and he only smiled to ease her nerves. She did not believe him, however, and eyed him wearily with her arms crossed. Jeyne knew him all too well and even Lyanna did not ask him what was the matter. Usually Eddard's face conveyed his emotions for him, so the fact that Jeyne was able to pick up on it and Lyanna not was truly telling. Ned He had to make sure he let go of all these emotions before he could fly with Jeyne. Ned felt lost and knew she would come to him eventually about what happened this past morning.

All of the Starks were wearing their best black clothing as the morning moved on. They were going to all stay and watch the castlefolk come in and out of the godswood until just before the midday meal. As much as all the Starks loved Tyrion Winterfell's duties still needed to be tended to. They all just needed to stay and watch for a little while as a symbolic showing—although all loved Tyrion and would've done anything for him. Eddard knew that he saved their lives in King's Landing and was almost lost to them. He just stared at Tyrion's dead body while the castlefolk moved to pay their respects. They moved like a creek and Ned lost count of how many had come and gone. Most were silent save some of the children who began to grow impatient. Ned knew how boring this could become as a child, but understood that the Lord of Winterfell had to stay and do his duty. But to Eddard and the Starks it did not feel like duty but an obligation…

Ned's legs began to ache when the bells of Winterfell began to toll. Loud and boisterous they were, as they always had been, and now as they did when he was a child they sent shivers down his spine. Some of the young children began to cry but Brandon was still unaffected. Little Dany covered her ears as did Rhaenys and Marissa. Even Val cowered into Lya's neck and they all knew the midday meal was being served. It was food that Tyrion had preferred in life, which always tended to be the best of food Winterfell had to offer.

Each Stark went up to his body one last time to pay their respects. James Stark had placed his hand on the dwarf's chest while Gendry, Jon, Bran and most did the same. Ned had spoken to his father about Sam and his uncle Jon as well. When he did his father sympathized and said he was doing the right thing. His uncle was stoic with him about the subject but smiled and said that he didn't hate Eddard. Jon Targaryen just promised him to not speak of it again, but Ned's honor made him do so. The present moment, Ned reminded himself. Try to live in it and not in your mind so much. The Stark ladies usually put a hand to the dwarf's face before bowing in their respect and leaving. Some of the younger ones just said nothing and touched his hand before leaving. Little Dany had commented on how cold his skin was and how brittle his hair had become. Ned lingered with Lyanna as Lady Daenerys said farewell. She and the dwarf had so much history that it hurt her the most. Lady Daenerys was wearing a black dress with a red dragon on her skirts and a black shawl to cover her hair. She stroked Tyrion's cheek for a few moments and kissed his forehead before leaving with Ned's father and siblings. Most will come back, Ned thought, and say goodbye one more time. But most will not. Eddard figured he might come back by himself one more time as well, but he did not know. Little Dany just touched Tyrion's hand while Val kissed his forehead to mimic her grandmother, and so did Lyanna. Even Ned placed his hand on Tyrion's chest and studied his face with that scare and missing nose. Farewell, you cheeky bastard, Ned thought. We loved you.

The Starks moved out into the courtyard and most sighed in relief. I stream of Starks in black were moving slowly towards the Great Hall and Ned lingered with Lyanna for a moment. "You're quiet this morning," she said. "I hope you're all right, Eddard."

Val was playing with Lya's necklace as he replied, "I'm quiet most mornings, Lyanna, you know this. It's Tyrion's wake so I wasn't jolly. I'm sorry."

"Ned," she said with a laugh, "you don't have to apologize for anything."

"I don't actually mean it, you know that. It's just a curtesy thing with me."

She nodded. "Aye, I know."

From behind his wife Ned saw Robert with Alerie and their son Gendry. His cousin gave him a look that was an invitation to converse. "Robert wishes to speak with me," Ned said to his wife.

Lyanna looked back to her brother and back at to Ned. "We will meet you in the Great Hall, then." She smiled. "The food will be great today, Ned. Tyrion's favorites."

"Who will take Brandon?"

"I will," a voice said from behind. Ned knew it was Jeyne. He suppressed a smile and turned to face her. The black hair net holding her bun made her marvelous and she was beautiful. "I'll take him, Ned. Brandon is so cute and I've wanted to hold him more. If I can, that is."

Lyanna nodded and was off with their two children to the Great Hall. Ned gave Robert a curt nod and his cousin lingered for a mere moment. "Of course you can, Jeyne," Ned replied, handing over his son. Brandon was too entranced by the knight to make a sound.

"He's so quiet," she commented. "One would forget he was around."

"Such is my son."

She smiled. "Like his father, I suppose."

"You look very beautiful this morning, Jeyne," Ned complimented. He didn't know where this had come from. "I-I just wanted to tell you that."

Her cheeks flushed. "You're very sweet, Ned. And with your shaven face you look very handsome."

Ned's children laughed when he saw that, he remembered. Val pouted that she liked his beard, but Ned thought to remove it. He wasn't the same person, anymore. "Thank you," he said with flushed cheeks. "You're being too kind."

"I'm being honest." Jeyne propped Brandon and said, "You've always been oblivious to the looks girls give you. You claim to notice but I don't think you see the amount."

"Such is me, Jeyne."

"Such is you." She cleared her throat. "Like your face shaven I noticed that you're different now. You've changed, Ned, like night-to-day. Something has happened."

Ned replied, "Mayhaps you're right, I'm not sure. Jeyne, my sweet, Robert is waiting for me."

She was disappointed. "I wanted to—"

"—Speak of it, I know. I will explain what our faces conveyed this morning."

Jeyne's smile was bright. "Good. My mother wants to speak with you, by the way. She says to meet her in her chambers with new songs that have been sung. Your sister will join you."

Ned nodded and she was off. He sighed to himself as his heart swelled. Jeyne walked as if this castle was hers and she just cooed to Brandon as they made their way to the Great Hall. Robert's hand was strong when he laid it on Ned's shoulder. "I see you're spending more time with Jeyne now, Ned. She's living the dream."

Ned turned to his cousin who was dressed in a fine black doublet with black breeches with a direwolf and stag on his breast. "I enjoy spending time with her, Robert. It isn't duty to me."

"I know, Ned, I know. You love her although you don't show it. I told Lyanna that once and she laughed at me saying she knew." Robert shook his head. "My sister is blind in her love for you, I say. She thinks it's a little girls crush playing out into womanhood, but she doesn't see what I do."

Ned gulped. "What do you see?"

"Jeyne is beautiful, Ned, that we cannot deny."

"I know, Robert, she always has been. What is your point?"

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. Ned knew that although they called him aurochs Robert was smarter than he appeared.

"Don't just say that, I know you don't mean it."

Robert replied, "Fine. I fear for my sister, Ned."

"There's nothing to fear, Robert."

"There is." Robert laid another hand on Ned's shoulder. "Jeyne, Ned, I notice you are happier around her. No one else but me sees this. Although you won't ever hurt my sister I fear she will realize it one day, but that day will be too late. It will devastate her to no end."

Why does he say this? "Do you think I will leave her, Robert?"

"No, I cannot see an honorable man such as yourself doing that." He sighed. "I think you both married the wrong people, Ned. If anything I feel bad for you."

"Robert…"

"Let me speak." Robert's brown eyes were piercing. "You have lost too much, Ned, and love others before yourself. I see this and always have. You put Lya's happiness in front of you and didn't ask yourself what you wanted at the time you courted in King's Landing; many think me dull but I see what most do not. I know you were hurt by Sella and Lya tended your wounds. It wasn't love, Ned. I saw that but said nothing because my sister always loved you and was living her dream; who was I to deny her? But since I could see you with Jeyne I thought you two were perfect for one another. But Casella and others blinded you."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"So you could curse me to seven hells, Ned?" Robert laughed. "You're stubborn and prideful. You wouldn't have listened. But these eyes see true, Ned."

His words ring true. "And what have you seen, Robert?"

"You love Jeyne more, Ned. She's the one you've really loved this whole time and is meant for you. Casella—she was a love from childhood but that did not pass the test. It's Jeyne, Ned, the one who has passed every test and loves you unconditionally—and you her. It's no surprise now that she's older and a woman you've grown closer." Robert grew sad. "I see this and feel bad for you and Lya. I love my sister and know she is great as a mother and wife, but…her love for you is stronger than yours for her, and you feel a stronger love with Jeyne. I feel bad for her, but also you…because you both deserve more than that, Ned. Even Jeyne."

Ned nodded. "I know, I know. I cannot hurt my children, Robert. It's too late to think of Jeyne in that manner although your observations are true, and I won't argue with you. Just trust that I won't hurt Lyanna."

"I know, Ned, but you've hurt yourself for far too long."

"It's my curse for having all this honor."

Robert smiled. "I've always jested that, but I mean it. Change you honorable bastard. Think of you and not others. Bring yourself more happiness, Ned."

"Aye, I will." He cleared his throat. "Any news or tales you've heard?"

"None." Robert scratched his thick beard. "My men report nothing on the man—it seems he just reads in his chambers or walks the godswood with Rhaella. Nothing out of the norm, Ned."

"Mayhaps my sister or Aunt Sansa have more songs. She bid for us to meet her there after the midday meal."

Robert smiled. "Good. She has songs to sing and my ears are eager to hear them."

Eddard nodded in agreement with his cousin and both made their way to eat the midday meal. It was Tyrion's favorite food and all of the Starks were quiet as they ate. It was a sad day for them all so no words need be shared, but after a while Ned's father laughed to himself and they wondered what was wrong. When asked he explained he was remembering the time when he was courting Lady Daenerys in King's Landing, and Tyrion had bid for him to fish that day when Ned's mother was busy listening to pleas. "We did not catch any fish that day," he said, laughing, "but instead got very drunk on Arbor Gold. We laughed and drank with no hope of catching a single fish." All smiled at the memory and Lady Daenerys finished, "I remember that day. You and I were supposed to walk the gardens but Ser Jorah said you had gone to fish with Tyrion. I found you both laughing and drunk, but I smiled nonetheless. I was in-love with you and you could do no harm. You even jested that your leg had hurt so you could pull me in the river—I was wearing my favorite violet dress that day, but I did not care." His parents kissed after and most of the women awed at the memory, but Ned grimaced with his siblings at seeing their parents kissing. Lyanna clenched his hand under the table and Eddard did as well. He had to play his part. Most commented on how James Stark and Lady Daenerys were back to normal, and James said he just was a fool to take so long. After that everyone told their favorite memory of Tyrion, including Ned who told about the time he caught him and Robert with servant girls, promising not to tell their parents if they gave him the jug of wine they had snuck from the kitchens, and it was a nice way to end the meal.

After everyone at their fill, Ned made his way to his aunts' chambers with Robert. Although he did not like doing this behind his twin sisters back, Ned just reassured himself it was for Rhaella's safety. He had to make sure all were quiet about this less she or her betrothed figured it out. Ned knew that if Rhaella were to discover their plan to oust her betrothed as a man who is unfaithful, and prove to be wrong, she would have them all burned with dragon fire that would come out of her own mouth. His sister angered was not someone you wanted to cross or encounter. As if you're the one to chastise someone for being unfaithful, Eddard, his mind scolded him. Is Sam not proof of that? Ned let the thought go and realized he could protect his sister from the same dishonor. For the greater good.

When they arrived outside their aunts' chambers both looked around to make sure no one was looking. The halls of the Great Keep were empty and Ned just knocked on the door to not arouse suspicion. He just wanted to give the idea that Ned was simply visiting his beloved aunt. It was no secret he and Sansa Targaryen were close, so the notion that he's simply having a chat with her would not cause anyone to suspect a thing. And when his aunt gave the word to enter he did and with Robert. They sat around her small table near the hearth and she served them some wine. All were still wearing their black clothing from this morning, but on her bed Ned saw she had thrown off the shawl she was wearing.

All sat in silence sipping on their wine until his aunt asked, "How are you both feeling? I know you were both so fond of Tyrion, and could not say goodbye to him."

"None of us could, Aunt Sansa," replied Robert, "but his absence is keenly felt. I loved him."

"As did I," said Ned. "We all did. I just wished to have been in Winterfell when it happened."

His aunt took her hand. "Don't think of it, Ned. I know you. Just let it go."

Let it go. Why I have I heard that saying so many times since uncle Bran showed me what I had to see? "So I tell him," Robert agreed. "He needs do live in the moment more and not hold on to so many things. That blasted honor."

"You could use more honor as well, Robert," their aunt said, coming to Ned's defense. "There's a preacher at every temple door, Robert, Jon always says to me. We could all use some change in our lives."

Robert blushed behind his beard as he could never scold their aunt. "I apologize but I wish good things for Eddard."

Ned groaned. "It seems everyone is the preacher at the temple door seeing as over these past few days all have been telling me what I should do with myself. I'm no babe, last I noticed—although I've sought to let go of more things."

"I know, my sweet." His aunt's hand was soft as she gave his a firm pat. "I myself have been noticing this as of late, and…everyone adores you, Ned. We worry for you so that's why we give you advice. We care. I promise to not do it so much, anymore. I have resolved to change myself a little before giving so much advice to others."

Ned smiled. "I appreciate your sympathy but know you well. You wouldn't be my aunt Sansa if you didn't care or look out for me. You'll still give me advice, this I know, whether I want it or not. Truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way."

She huffed. "You're wise, Ned, has anyone ever told you that?"

"All have told him that." Robert drank the last of his wine.

"And you're smarter than everyone thinks," Aunt Sansa told Robert. She was smiling at his obvious jealousy. "I know Rhaella calls you aurochs and others think because you do not care about the propriety it must mean you're a halfwit, but I know that you're like a fly on the wall, Robert. Like your mother you observe and keep quiet—drawing conclusions based on what you notice that others would look past. You know more than most people, and know them better than themselves. It's something to be envious of, Robert. It'll make you a fine lord."

Robert smiled, how small it was. "Thank you. Finally someone sees my worth. Alerie says the same, but I do not listen."

"We love you, Robert; don't change."

He nodded when a knock came on the door. It was small and quiet, it seemed as if the knock came from a child. "It's our little bird," said their aunt. She set down the cup of wine and made for the door. Rhaenys came in the chamber dressed in her black with her brown hair in a braid. She had the same look of their father, but acted so much like their mother. Yet at times like their father…Ned figured she was a balance between the two of them in looks and personality. She liked looking pretty but hated wearing dress if it wasn't needed. Rhaenys liked riding more than sewing, but liked poetry as much as Rhaella. He knew she would grow to be pretty and already they were close. Ned loved her.

Rhaenys took a seat and drank some water. She pushed hair strand from her face. "I had to run away from Cat," she said. "Already she suspects that we are keeping something from her and she wants to know."

"Running would have aroused suspicion, Rhaenys," said Ned.

She shrugged. "It's Cat. I'm not too worried. Rhaella and the others suspect nothing—only Cat does. She's onto us, Ned."

Robert said, "Cat already knows, you said."

"Yes, but not to the extent of our plans. I'm not going to tell her everything, Robert." Rhaenys sighed. "She even threatened to tell Mother!"

"Cat won't do that," Ned assured. "It's a veil threat. If she keeps pestering just tell her. It's better for her to know than to keep making noise about it. The walls have ears."

From the corner of his eyes his aunt smirked with a cup of wine in her hand. "You have a knack for this, Ned. You could make a fine political schemer."

"I get it from my mother, I suppose."

"And Lady Catelyn," she reminded him. "My mother had a knack for politics and how Westeros works."

Ned nodded. "Aye, I suppose. Regardless…" he turned his attention to his sister. "Any news, little bird?"

Rhaenys moved hair from her face and sat up straight. "Yes, I do. I was walking past the sewing room when I heard Rhaella saying that her betrothed was going out for ale tonight with his men. The retinue he brought from the Stormlands are becoming dreary of the North and wish for this release of tension, she put it…although I don't know what that means."

Ned knew of the brothel in Wintertown, and so did Robert. Both he and Lady Sansa gave him that knowing look. "Ahh, I see," Ned replied. "A release of tension. Seems like they're going to the tavern."

"Yes," Rhaenys replied. "But also somewhere else. Rhaella didn't say where it was but the others ladies seemed to know. I have my suspicions."

Ned smiled. "And what are they? Tell us."

"I think that the men are bored and want something to do. I know the tavern is fun but the ladies kept asking if Rhaella was all right with this—if she trusted Ser Criston enough. Now, I think they're going to the brothel."

All were taken aback and Lady Sansa asked, "How do you know what a brothel is, my niece?"

"Rhaegar is too loud," Rhaenys told them, "as is Brandon. They both jest about going there once night has come and the adults are asleep." Rhaenys covered her mouth suddenly, in-shock. Ned figured she realized that Lady Sansa was Brandon's mother and he would not be reprimanded. "I'm sorry, please don't chastise Brandon!" she begged. "I-I didn't mean to—"

"It's quite all right, Rhaenys." Lady Sansa had a calm demeanor but Ned knew her. She spent too much time in the South around real schemers and knew how to hide her face and intentions well. "My son is a becoming a man, that much I know, so him being too interested in girls is none the shocking."

Rhaenys nodded in understanding. "Aye, good. I-I don't want to be blamed as someone who goes and tells on others. I promised Rhaegar I wouldn't tell, and he's my brother…"

"Rhaenys," Ned said, grabbing her hand to calm her, "Rhaegar would never hate you. He's protective of you, I hear. Just forget about it. Your secret is safe with us." Although I'll have to speak with him about this. We don't need another son of Daenerys Targaryen and James Stark siring a bastard.

"Good."

Ned told her that she could stay if she'd like but Rhaenys said that Marissa and Cassana wanted to go riding, so she left to go join them. He sighed to himself feeling somewhat horrible that he was encouraging his sister's tendency to listen in on things when she shouldn't, but as Robert said she was going to regardless…

"We must join him tonight, Ned," said Robert, taking him out of his thoughts. "It's the only way to truly know."

"This opportunity won't present itself again," Lady Sansa added. Ned thought her lovely for a moment but paid attention to the conversation. He'd been having those thoughts since he was a young lad and were not foreign to him. "You two must go there tonight."

"We cannot join him, Aunt Sansa." Robert drank his water. "Ser Criston—"

"Won't act like himself, I know." Their aunt finished, "Which is why you both must go in guise. Leave when he does and after your children are put to sleep. Tell your wives you just wish to have an ale or two—they won't think anything of it. You need to catch this man in the act."

Ned understood. "Which means to say we have to catch him in the act of-of—"

"—Of coupling, Ned, you oaf!" Robert sighed. "We aren't children anymore, Ned."

"I was just having some respect for my aunt, Robert."

Lady Sansa smiled. "I respect that side of you, Ned, but for the sake of our conversation we must be honest. You both will know what to do—dress in dark colors and have hoods up. Both of your faces are recognized by everyone in Winterfell. You must go unnoticed."

Ned nodded and so did Robert. Both understood what must be done and when. They decided to meet in the Great Hall after everyone had gone to sleep, and their aunt said a little bird would come to them when Ser Criston and his men would be seen walking towards Wintertown. For the rest of the day Ned spared with his boy cousins and Robert, he even saw the castlefolk entering the godswood and thought of Tyrion. Ned did not wish to enter for the rest of the day but felt a huge urge to do so. Some of the Starks had done so throughout the day as Robb, Rhaegar, and Brandon had gone together. Ned spent time with Lyanna and their children; he thought of nothing different when with Lyanna and was in the moment. Ned did not have time today for Jeyne and told her that during the midday meal. She was disappointed, of course, but that could not be helped. In all honesty Eddard was also disappointed—his time's with Jeyne were what lifted his spirit during such morose times. And he spent time his cousins whom he hadn't had time for. Ned was glad for that detail They spoke to Ned about their fears, desires, interests and he was happy to get to know them even further. Joanna was interested in being the lady in waiting to Tommen Lanniser's wife whilst Marissa wished to see King's Landing upon a day. Ned had only been there during his fostering but no more. Cassana wished to see Essos and Ned thought that funny. She said the desire was born out of stories which her mother shared. Ned remembered Lady Arya's time in Braavos and the House of Black and White. He did not ask because it never occurred to him.

After spending time with his cousins Ned went to visit Maester Willem. The man was always busy treating the ill, listening to pleas with Jaime, and teaching the Stark children. Eddard always kept in-contact with the maester through ravens and wrote him about politics, history, and advice. The maester was always prudent and wise with his advice, but Ned could not tell him anything. Like Eddard he was practical but skeptical about certain phenomena such as gods, superstitions, weirwood networks, and green dreams. Ned had listened to his uncle and kept quiet—choosing to let go of the visions instead of doting on them. His visit with the maester was well received and he smiled when Ned saw him. They shared some hot tea and spoke of his lordship, his children, politics, and history. Ned enjoyed reading on those topics in his holdfast and Lyanna always jested his eyes would fall out. Willem spoke to him about the political climate in Westeros—what the maesters all over were debating about. He thought that the princess Shireen would inherit the throne without a king by her side—the first time that would happen in a very long while. Ned thought it interesting and thought no more of it.

Willem had even asked him what was bothering him and when pressed Ned was honest. Ironically enough the maester was someone Ned felt very comfortable around and knew he would keep his secrets—he told him of Sam and Casella, and even the feelings he had for another woman. Willem had already known about Sam seeing as Robb had come to him for advice about it, but what surprised him was Ned having feelings for another. "It's Jeyne, isn't it," he had said the moment Ned told him. "Aye, I see it in your eyes, Ned—they convey what your face will not. I notice things others miss and see how you both act around each other. I say those feelings have been there since I could remember—since you both were little." Ned smiled at his wise words and could not speak of it anymore. Willem said he had a lot to think about but told him he should let it go and think on himself for once—he even said it with a smile. If Ned were a fool he would not think anything of it, but he saw in his smile a message saying that Jeyne was the one for him. It reminded him of the smile the weirwood had sported.

When Ned was walking back from the maester's turret he saw the gates of the godswood staring back at him. Tyrion, Ned thought, and he still felt an urge to go in there to see him one last time. His body would be burned, he knew, and his ashes scattered in the North. Tyrion did not care where those would land as long as he died in a great way. Go see him one last time, Ned told himself. As Jeyne would say you should listen to the urge. Ned sighed and walked towards the already opened gate. He knew that the evening meal would be coming soon and thought it was best to see him now while the sun was still up. The last few castlefolk were leaving the godswood as Eddard neared the door and they gave smiles, nods, going off to do their duties. The snow crunched as Ned neared the gate and the air smelled of the kitchens. Sounds of Winterfell came to him such as the hammer of the smithy and the shouting of orders.

Birds flew from the trees when Ned stepped through the gate. They gave a sound and flew together towards whatever towers took their fancy. Ned looked to his feet moving forward, hands in his furs, whilst he walked to the slab that was before the heart tree. Each step felt like a mile and Ned was completely in the moment—not thinking about anything else nor worrying about something. Scurries of squirrels and rabbits could be heard in the distance and the wind cried while the leaves died on the ground. Most of the trees were naked whilst some had a few leaves left, yet the heart tree was the only which remained with most of its leaves. Ned thought of them like sheered lambs without any wool.

When he arrived to Tyrion's body all Ned could hear was the billowing of the wind, but the drip of the black pool was not there. He grunted at that and turned to see it was all but frozen—winter had truly come. Ned sighed at his houses words and walked towards Tyrion's body. The dwarf looked the same as he had this morning save his hair which moved with the direction of the wind. He looked as if he was in a bliss and Ned just stared at him with his hands in his furs. Ned thought about how Tyrion hated the cold of the North and drank the wine to keep him warm. He smiled at the memory and reached out to touch his skin.

He's so cold. His skin was cold and wet, dry and felt like leather. Ned realized that this was the eventual destination of all living things, and knew why they suffered so much. "Suffering is a constant," his father said once. "It's something all living things share in common." James Stark has his moments of wisdom, Ned thought, but let it go. He sighed and stared at Tyrion's body, thinking about death and its finality. Ned wasn't a godly man like his father—was too practical and thought of what was best instead of what signs told him. Tree gods, red gods, drowned gods, seven gods—it was all the same to him. Ned thought mayhaps there was just one, like his mother did, and that humans just worshiped in the ways they knew. He knew through the stories of his mother and uncle Jon that there was magic in the world, but not to the extent. After what he experienced with his uncle Bran there was no doubt left in his mind. Yet Ned knew that if Tyrion were here he'd disagree—Tyrion didn't think there was a grand plan, nor a plan for each person. Life was random and cruel, he thought, which is why he partook in so many of its vices. Ned wished the dwarf was here—he wished for his advice that usually sounded dark and cynical, but always had a wise aspect to them.

"I wish you were here, friend," Ned whispered to the dwarf's corpse. He knew that the birds sung tales, so he whispered as quietly as he could. Eddard felt silly talking to a corpse, but it gave him closure. "I wish you were here to tell me a jest or listen to my gripes. You always had patience for me and my damned honor, as you'd always say. Most don't, but you did." Ned sighed. "Much has happened, Tyrion. Too much." Ned went on to tell him about his holdfast, about his children, and Lyanna. He spoke to him about Jeyne and the visions, and as he did Ned felt all he had kept in him boil within like water over a fire. "I love her, Tyrion," Ned finally whispered. "I have to admit that to myself after what uncle Bran showed me." Ned gulped in his sadness. "Why must this be happening? Why must I suffer for this? If the gods had her planned for me why did they not impede me marrying Lyanna and having not only one, but three children. It's them I feel for the most should I fall out of love with Lya, it's— "Ned felt a tear trickle down his cheek. "Little Dany, Tyrion, she's so sweet. You'd love her. She has not a bad bone within her and would not dare harm a fly. All she loves are chivalrous knights and fair maidens." A few more trickled down and Ned did not care, he was done caring. "Why must I feel these things for her, Tyrion?" Ned's whisper was soft as he cried. "Why? I cannot take it anymore. Part of me wants to tell her to leave me alone but my soul will not let me. I cannot bear to kiss Lya anymore because in my mind she becomes her. Why can't this be easy? Why did the heart tree show me these visions?! Why?! I cannot understand myself? What has happened with me? My children will hate me…it's too much." Ned finally asked, "What would you say, I wonder? I couldn't even be given the chance to ask…"

Like the crashing of a wave on a shore, Eddard Stark the eldest son of James and Daenerys Targaryen, fell to his knees and wept softly yet forcefully like a man would. He raked a hand through his hair and the cold wind kissed his shaven face. "Ned!" he heard, suddenly. Feet crunched in the snow and soon he felt arms wrap around him. "Ned, what's wrong?"

Ned sobbed and by the sound of her voice knew it was Jeyne. "Why do you weep?" she asked him, grabbing his face to look at her. Jeyne was wearing the same black dress from this morning with furs and a black band in her hair. She's beautiful, Ned saw through his tears. He even saw a few running down Jeyne's cheeks. "Do you miss Tyrion? Is that it? I've never seen you cry before like this."

"Nothing," Ned lied, although he wished to tell her everything. I love you more than my own wife, he wanted to say but did not. I want to marry you, he could have said but did not. I just want happiness…

"Of course something is wrong, Ned." Jeyne looked into his eyes and said, "You're crying, my sweet, how could nothing be your answer? You never cry, Ned. Tell me."

"I would, but I can't." Ned felt his chest heave as the mucus dripped from his nose.

"Oh, Ned," she said, softly. Her hands felt soft against his face. "Why can't you just let go? Just tell me. You cannot suffer in silence all of your life."

He looked into Jeyne's eyes. "I promised my uncle I wouldn't tell a soul. I'm suffering, Jeyne, and I cannot take it anymore."

"He took you before the heart tree, didn't he?"

Ned nodded. "Aye, he did. I wished I hadn't now but he said that it was meant to be."

"I've seen things as well," she told him. "You can tell me."

Ned kept silent and did not say a thing. He wanted to stop the suffering so he just said nothing. Ned didn't know if he was trying to push her away or make her stop, but Jeyne groaned and shook her head. "If you won't tell me, I cannot help you, Ned. Why must you be so damn stubborn? Why can't you let go? Why can't you see I've always been there? You don't have to suffer alone—I could suffer with you. I can share the burden."

"Why do you have to love me? Why must you make us both suffer?"

Jeyne was taken aback and she replied, "I'm not suffering—it is you who is."

"I'm a married man and cannot marry you. You yourself said you've always felt this way."

"I've grown to accept it, Ned." She sighed. "Why are you saying these things? In hopes to push me away? I'm no fool, Ned, I know how you think."

Ned said nothing but she just said, "You're a fool, Ned, to think no one but yourself can share burdens. And you're a craven not to admit what you feel." Jeyne's eyes were red. "I have seen the way you look at me. I have seen how you squeeze my hand and smile. I see the way you push me off before it grows uncomfortable and how you're happier when I'm by your side. But, Ned, as you said you're married so why bother showing you what you can't show yourself—nonetheless admit. If suffering is what you enjoy I leave you to it. Goodbye, Ned."

Jeyne's footsteps gave a crunch as he walked away, but the winds picked up as she did. The snow was cold against his knees and his face was numbed by it as well. "I saw a vision of you praying," Ned said loudly and to the ground. He stared at the snow. "The heart tree showed me your prayers, Jeyne."

When he looked up he saw Jeyne looking back at him. They locked eyes. "I know what you've wanted since you were a girl, and what you feel. You made it obvious the other day but Lyanna convinced me it was the girl acting out her crush as a woman." Ned sighed. "The heart tree showed me it was more than that—it's destiny, Jeyne, what we have."

Jeyne walked over to him and silence in-front of him and knelt down before him. "What are you saying, Ned?"

"You love me, I know. The heart tree showed me visions of you praying at eleven asking for me as your husband. Showed me you praying right as I left for my holdfast with Cat asking why you must feel this connection with me." Ned stared into her eyes with intent. "And as the woman you are now asking you for me to fly with you."

Jeyne was taken aback. "You saw all of those things?"

Ned nodded. "Aye, and more. Uncle Bran told me to keep quiet but to hell with all of that. You're Jeyne, dammit." He took in a breath and told her everything from the visions of him and her together, to those of just her by herself. "Now you see why I suffer," he finished explaining. "I suffer because the gods showed me what I really felt—and should've have acted upon. What I feel with Lyanna and what I feel with you." Ned took her hands and said, "I always have but never knew. Uncle Bran's words were true. I married Lya out of desperation and heartache—not thinking about if my love is true. But all of things I miss out with her I feel with you and everyone can see it. As the visions showed me with you I'm happier and open. What I'm trying to say is you complete me, Jeyne, like no one else. You and I are perfect for each other—like my mother and father. We have the love they share. I love you, Jeyne."

She said nothing and neither did he. The wind billowed and cried, the cold kissed his face again and Jeyne's mouth was open. Her face had tears streaks on them and Ned felt a pull to her face. Jeyne stared into his eyes and he into hers when suddenly they kissed. It was soft and sweet, not born out of passion as it had been with Lyanna. Her lips were soft, tasting of sweetness, and their tongues entered each other's mouths to kiss slowly. Ned held her face and she his as they kissed for a few moments. When they were done, she said, "I love you too, Ned, I always have."

"I know," Ned whispered into her mouth. "It feels good to say I love you as well. I mean an actual love, the one you feel for me. As a man loves a lady or husband his wife." She nodded and kissed him again but Ned pulled away when he remembered Lyanna. "I cannot kiss you again."

"Why?" she asked. "You just said you loved me, Ned."

"I know." Ned smiled. "But I have a wife and three children. The reason I cry so much is I think of the children. I cannot bear to hurt them, Jeyne. I cannot."

Jeyne nodded in understanding. "I know, Ned, and I cannot either. They're so lovely and great that I myself have fallen in-love with them. And Lyanna…"

"I know," Ned said, softly. "I feel for her as well. She loves me so much but I do not love her as much. She's the mother of my children, that much is true, but the love does not go beyond that. It feels too much like duty at this point." He sighed. "I feel none of those things with you and wish we could go off and marry in secret—leave this blasted place and all behind. But I love my children and cannot be so reckless."

Jeyne smiled and said nothing. "Why do you smile?"

"Remember what uncle Bran said, Ned."

"I remember." Ned groaned. "If we are meant to be together the gods have a plan—a way to bring us together. But it's my children, Jeyne."

"The gods will find a way, Ned, not to hurt them. They'll find a way to end this without so much strife. We just have to wait and see."

"And do nothing?"

"Ned," she said, softly, "do not force things before their time. Uncle Bran told me as much. I know we cannot kiss again or do things such as that, but we can let this go and see what plays out. Let us vow to keep things as they normally are—we cannot act differently around each other as that'll arouse suspicion. But we can just enjoy these moments until things come to pass and we fly together. Just let go, Ned. If it's destined to be, it will be. We shall see."

Ned smiled and she with him. He felt as if a thousand stone had been taken off his shoulder and the world was lovely. Jeyne and he embraced each other until what felt like an eternity and when they stood up, Ned swore he saw a small smile upon Tyrion's face.

"I feel like a babe," Ned said, as they walked hand-in-hand towards the godswood gate. The bell began to toll for the evening meal. "How could you think me a man now?"

Jeyne smiled and her face was radiant. "A man's measure isn't by the blood on his sword but what's within his heart, Ned. You showing your emotions is something so rare but you think it a weakness."

"You know me so well, Jeyne." Ned smiled softly. "No one else truly does as well as you."

"Not even Lyanna?"

Ned shooks his head. "No. She'd just walk away or give me space, but what I really want are for arms to hold me."

Jeyne smiled and he as well while they walked back to the Great Hall. They spoke of what they did this day, how they felt, and what was in store on the morrow. Ned and her had resolved to let go of what just happened in the godswood although she had kissed him one last time before leaving the gates. Birds could sing tales, Ned knew, so it was best not to do it again. He asked her how she would feel seeing him kiss Lya in-front of her and show affection as well, knowing what she knew now. Jeyne said she had stopped feeling a thing long ago so it would be easy for her. Ned was fine with that.

Before they entered the Great Hall, Ned asked her, "Why did you come into the godswood at that time? Did you see me?" Jeyne had shrugged and replied, "No, I just felt a big urge to say goodbye to Tyrion one last time. I knew he would be burned this night in a pyre for all to see." Ned thought that interesting as did Jeyne, who expressed it seemed like fate. He did as well but let it go.

They put on their masks when entering the Great Hall and Ned sat by his wife Lyanna, their children as well. Ned kisses his wife and mussed Brandon's hair who was on her lap and being fed. Eddard kissed Val on the top of her head and Dany on the cheek. When asked where he was, Ned explained in the godswood with Jeyne visiting Tyrion for the final time. Lyanna thought nothing of it and went back to feeding Brandon. Eddard felt at peace now having kissed and told Jeyne he loved her, but still felt it his duty to show Lyanna what she deserved. He held her hand under the table whilst he ate his meal of buttered lamb, potatoes, hot bread, and onions with carrots in a broth. The ale was cold and Ned glanced to Jeyne, who did at him with a soft smile. She sat across from him and while he was chewing she felt his leg with her foot, causing him to almost choke on it. Ned swallowed and shook his head after Lyanna asked if he was all right.

When everyone at their fill, Ned went back to his chambers with Lyanna. The children were dressed back into their black clothes while Ned had not changed along with Lyanna. Brandon was playing on the floor with the wooden knight, Val with him trying to dictate her role in the knight's story. Little Dany was braiding her hair and Lyanna was next to him reading some parchment. She looked to Ned and held his hand, saying, "I've noticed you're spending a lot of time with Jeyne."

Ned nodded. "Just doing what I must, my lady."

"I know. But I've observed she's quite brazen with her affection for you, Eddard."

Ned felt nothing. "Aye, she's always been that way. Do you not approve?"

Lyanna shrugged. "No, it's not that…I myself said to spend time with her."

"So what is the problem?"

"That you haven't spent much with me, Ned." In her eyes he saw a longing for him and he realized they hadn't made love since arriving in Winterfell. "You spend more with Jeyne than me. Spending more time with her doesn't mean forgetting I am your wife."

Ned squeezed her hand. "I know. Why don't we have our children sleep with my parents tonight? I'm sure they'll love it."

"I love the idea!" Lyanna kissed him and Ned felt Jeyne's lips. She loves me but I do not as much as her. I feel just duty in my kiss. Ned kissed her back as he felt guilt for her.

"But your parents will grow jealous at the prospect," Ned said when she broke off. "They will want to as well."

"They can on the morrow, Ned. I'll speak with your mother and she'll understand we need time as husband and wife."

Ned nodded and when the sun set they went to the courtyard together to see Tyrion burnt. He stood by Lyanna in the gloom while Brandon was in his arms and Val in hers. Little Dany stood in-front of Lyanna and was crying with everyone else as the flames engulfed Tyrion's corpse. The smoke plume kissed the sky and the wood crackled while the flames roared. Ned stared into the flames as they consumed Tyrion's face—thinking about how he was smiling after Ned had kissed Jeyne. While he stared Ned felt fingers wrap around his left hand and saw Jeyne beside him. Whilst looking at the fires he smiled and his heart swelled. All guilt over his emotions for her were let go of, and Eddard enjoyed this moment with her.

When Tyrion's ashes were collected, Ned went back to his chambers with Lyanna. He dressed for the night upon Wintertown and decided on a black tunic with grey breeches and his hood that his aunt Sansa advocated for. His children had been taken to their parent's chambers with glee—Little Dany loving the idea of being able to have this special moment with her grandparents. Ned wondered whether her or his grandparents loved the idea more. Val liked the idea vowing never to sleep whilst Brandon just said nothing playing with his knight and smiling. He then spoke about how he loved his grandmother and all melted at his words.

Lyanna asked him where he was headed but Ned could not tell her seeing as Rhaella and her were close. He just said that he was going out to Wintertown with Robert for an ale. Lyanna shrugged and told him to come back as soon as they can and not drunk so they could make love. Ned smiled at her and promised he would only have a few. A knock came on the door and Robert was outside saying a little bird had told him they were seen in the courtyard going towards the town. Ned nodded and bid his wife goodbye, promising to come back as soon as possible. He was nervous about how this would go knowing that if it went south Rhaella would catch wind and burn them all.

Robert was like a slab of stone as they walked the halls of the Great Keep together and eventually into the Great Hall. Winterfell's great hall was empty and quiet having already been swept up and prepared for the folks breaking their fast tomorrow morning. Ned remembered then how Jaime and Minisa's wedding would be in the coming days, and smiled at the idea of his cousin finally marrying his love and becoming the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

"Don't smile like that, Ned," Robert said, as they moved through the tables. "You look odd."

"I'm nervous, Robert," he admitted. "We cannot threaten Ser Criston to leave my sister. Should he catch us and we be wrong at this…I fear the result."

"We won't know until we catch him, Ned," Robert said. "We have our rights to be suspicious of this man. He does not spend much time with us nor Rhaella. He often goes out like this with his men. We don't even know him."

"Mayhaps he's timid, Robert."

Robert snorted. "I've never met a timid knight, Ned. How can you hit a man off a horse and be timid?"

Ned knew he was right and they moved into the courtyard. He saw the footsteps of the men moving towards the gate and into the drawbridge. Ned even heard shouts coming from over the walls and figured it was them. They had all drank at the evening meal so they already were in their cups. Robert and Ned moved quickly, over the drawbridge and were quiet as rats. The crickets sang this night as Ned moved through both gates and into Wintertown. It was alive at night and there were many there. Both Ned and Robert had their hoods up as they moved through the crowds of people. Lanterns hung outside of taverns and shops, lighting the pathways and adding a gloomy light. Men were laughing and walking with women, drinking ale from their horns. Shopkeeps stood outside of their stands and shops shouting the sales they had on items such as furs, skins, ale, and the like. Even taverns, how many they were, had people outside singing, dancing and playing music. Some men sat on wagons drinking horns while the donkeys neighed. Ned and Robert walked swiftly between the crowds making eye contact with no one when the men from the Stormlands came into view. Ned could tell from the Baratheon sigil they wore, seeing as Ser Criston was sworn to that house, and they were yelling as they walked into the smoking log.

"They're just going to a tavern, Robert," Ned whispered as they sat on kegs across from the tavern. Men and women walked passed them without so much as a care.

"Many men do that before going to a tavern, Ned." A woman pressed herself against Robert and he pushed her away. The Robert of old would've pulled her onto his lap but since Alerie he did not. "It's not uncommon for them to drink at a tavern before visiting the women."

"As you say, Robert." Ned watched his breath in the air and thought of Jeyne. "How long will they be?"

"As long as need be, Ned. There are two brothels in Wintertown, so it could be some time. They're sure to be a moment."

Ned nodded and went over to the market square to buy him a horn of ale and one for Robert. When he returned to the keg, Robert was sitting there with the breath visible in the air. They both drank their horns together and soon another. Ned's blood was warm after a few and told Robert he could not anymore. His cousin sighed and asked why, but Ned did not have the heart to tell him. When Robert pressed him he said that Ned's children were sleeping with his parents tonight and his cousin understood with a grimaced look.

After some time, the door to the Smoking Log opened and Ser Criston came into view. He was leading his men out of the tavern and they walked towards the brothel in the market square. Ned gave Robert a nod and followed him, moving past the crowds of people and keeping in the shadows—how few there were. When they arrived at the brothel Ser Criston's men entered without him; Ned's heart was beating fast and was hoping the honorable knight would go home but did not. Instead he pissed on the side of the brothel, clearly drunk, and afterwards went inside the building. Damn! Ned thought, angrily. Robert gave him a curt nod and they both entered the brothel together.

With their hoods up the scene before them was potent. Rows of benches were before them with men seated around—drinking ale and feasting on chicken legs and turkey. Music was being played by musicians in the corner and smoke made the room hazy. Whores sat on the men's laps, ale ladies with large breasts were pouring into the horns. The brothel owner stepped forward and offered them ale, food, women, or all three. Robert took ale and food whilst Ned just chose the food. The women eyed them both as they sat down and looked around for Baratheon men. Some were sitting down and eating, while others were making for chambers with whores leading the way. Ned chewed on his chicken and Robert drank his ale as suddenly he saw Ser Criston seated alone just minding himself with a leg of chicken and a horn of ale. His back was turned to them.

"Look, there he is," said Robert, nudging him. He was speaking with his mouth full.

"I see," Ned acknowledged. "And all I see is a man minding himself whilst his men have all the fun."

"Ser Criston isn't stupid, Ned, this much I know. He's making sure he sees no one who may recognize him before making his move."

He may be right. "I don't like this, Robert."

"What do you mean?"

Ned stood from his seat, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, drank a horn of ale in three gulps and made for the door. Robert groaned over the music and grabbed him by the arm. "We've come this far, Ned. We cannot go because you feel bad for betraying your sister. She's your sister, Ned, not a stranger. Do you not care for her?"

Ned turned to face her. "We shared the same womb at the same time, how can I not care for her? I'm here because I do."

"Then why would you leave? Because he's eating before he makes love? Most men do that, Ned."

Ned sighed and over Robert's shoulder saw Ser Criston get up. A whore came and whispered into his ear, which the man nodded to and followed her upstairs. Ned's blood boiled at the sight of this and motioned to it with his head. Robert saw it as well and gave him a curt nod. Like two shadow cats hunting their prey they moved swiftly up the stairs. Ned and Robert moved past drunk stumbling men, whores and the like. Each chamber door had a latern outside it if it was being occupied, and the sounds of sex and laughter could be heard in the halls. Ned saw Ser Criston outside the door to a chamber with a lantern outside of it when the wolfsblood came upon Ned. He ran over and Ser Criston's eyes caught with his.

The knight's eyes went wide as Ned grabbed him by the collar, shoving him into the wall. Robert caught up with him and did the same. "Why are you here, ser?"

Ser Criston's hazel eyes were wide. He had brown hair and stubble to match. His chin was might and dimpled his nose soft and kind. His chest was broad, his shoulders and arms as well. Ned realized he was a handsome knight all girls dreamed of, so his sister falling for this man was not surprising. He was something out of the stories. "I-I was not being unfaithful," the man defended. "It isn't what it looks like."

"And what does it look like?" barked Robert. "I see a betrothed man in a whorehouse whilst Rhaella Targaryen Stark sleeps in Winterfell alone."

Ned shoved him against the wall. "I see a man caught just before the act."

"No, no!" Ser Criston yelled. "I was not going to do a thing. I was called up here because my man was choking on his vomit."

"Prove it."

Ser Criston nodded and opened the door, so Ned could see inside. He peeked in and saw a man over a chamber pot, vomiting away. A naked whore was beside him and vomit was on the floor. Ned even smelled it and saw some on Ser Criston's clothes. "Which is why I have some on my clothes, Ned. I was helping the man and he got some on me."

"You expect us to believe that!" Robert barked. "It could be coincidence. For all we know the man vomited on you earlier."

"Believe what you want," said Ser Criston, "but I was not nor will not ever be faithful to Rhaella. She's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I love her." He looked to Ned. "I love your sister, Ned, I do. I swear on the Seven I do."

Ned nodded. "I wish I could believe you but this is all too queer."

"I come to this because it's expected of me. You should know that men respect their leaders who do as they do. I cannot have them respect me should I not let them do things such as this or spend too much time with Rhaella."

"A man doesn't do this all too often," Robert added. "I know you've done this on most nights and sleep all too much for it. Can you see why we would suspect this?"

"I know," replied Ser Criston as Ned gripped his collar harder. "I told Rhaella this the other day but she told me not to worry. She is afraid you all will not like me, and wants me to spend more time with you all." He gulped. "I have always been somewhat of a shy guy since my childhood, and was until I met Rhaella. She's helped become more outgoing and the like in Storm's End—introducing me to lords and other knights. The reason I do not spend so much time with you all is my shyness. I have to take my time with it and open up as I go. I'm not like you, Lord Robert."

Robert nodded. "So I've heard."

"Please, just let me show you that I'm not unfaithful to Rhaella."

"Aye, show us."

Ned let go of his grip on Ser Criston and he went over to a chamber to bring out a whore who was the one that Eddard saw whisper into his ear. She explained all that had happened—that the lad was choking and the whore cried out for help. The lad was a Baratheons soldier so she figured to go out into the common room to see who could help. The first person she noticed was Ser Criston whom was wearing a gold tunic over his fears that showed a black stag. When she was finished explaining she brought over two others whores who'd just finished pleasing their customers. They came over and said that Ser Criston was always quiet and dutiful—never partaking and just waiting in the common room until his men were done. Ned realized they were wrong and Ser Criston was honorable. Either he knew Ned and Robert were arriving this night and planned this out, or he was telling the truth. Ned knew it was too much planning, too many things out of his control, for him to make up this elaborate lie. There was no way between the time he brought the whores over to explain could he have told them a lie to tell Ned.

When that was over Ned apologized, as did Robert, and they went to the common room together. The three of them sat down and drank ale, ate chicken and spoke. Ser Criston opened up and talked about knighthood, his intentions with Rhaella and asked how to best win Ned's parents over. Ned said to be honest with them both and speak to his father about his intentions with Rhaella, while with his mother to show that he cared for Rhaella. Ser Criston nodded and asked how to win over his other siblings to which Ned replied, "You're a knight so you've won over Rhaenys. Take Rhaegar out for ale one night and show him the ways of a sword—perhaps teach him some moves. With Cat…give it some time. She's willful and protective, so she'll observe and get to know you slowly. Show you care for Rhaella, open up, and give Cat her space. Do not try to hard or force it as she'll know what you're doing and think you a fool." He thanked Ned for his advice and towards the end of the night, Ned began to like the knight he's sister was to marry. Ned saw an ambitious man who wanted a lordship, success and a family. He was honorable, noble, smart and all the things Rhaella had desired for some time. When asked if Ned and Robert's actions would ruin this for Rhaella the knight laughed and said he loved her too much to leave her at this point, and that he could understand a brother's worry. Ser Criston had three sisters' himself whom loved Rhaella. Ned was happy to hear that.

Ned and Robert decided to leave once the night was getting too deep—Ned knew Lyanna was waiting for him. Ser Criston nodded saying he was about to rouse his men out of their chambers, so they could leave before him. Ned nodded and made to the door with Robert when he heard a whore yell, "There you are, Robert Baratheon! Think you could sneak away from me after you came last night and did not pay!"

Ned turned around to see a whore fair of skin with brown hair, big teats, and blue eyes. Just how Robert likes them…Ned rolled his eyes at his cousin who brew bashful. Robert hadn't changed, Ned realized, and knew now why he grew small when Rhaella commented she knew more about him than he thought. "Oh, Robert…" Ned said, clearly ashamed. Robert said nothing and walked over to the whore, giving her a few coins and crude words in hushed voices. Fortunately for him, Ser Criston's back was turned to them and it was too loud for him to have heard anything.

When they made for the door, Ned came up beside him in anger. Robert said nothing and walked through the door. When the sounds of the brothel were gone, all out of earshot, Ned said in a harsh whisper, "So it's you who is unfaithful, Robert Baratheon!"

Wintertown had died down at this point as it seemed all went back to their houses. "Oh, hush up, Ned!" Robert retorted. "After all this time you still deem me a fool!"

"Why can't you learn, Robert?" Ned sighed as they walked quickly through the snow. "You have a wife and child now—you shouldn't be partaking in things such as whoring anymore."

"Don't tell me how to live my life, Ned."

"Someone has to Robert!" Ned yelled back. "You're too old for you mother to do so and too clever for anyone to find out."

Robert said nothing and Ned asked, "Does Alerie know?"

"No, she does not. She has her suspicions, hears the rumors, but does not ask."

"Why do you still do this, Robert?"

"Because I'm still young and not a lord yet, Ned." They were crossing the market square and closer to the East Gate. "I will stop when I'm the Lord of Storm's End but for now will do as I please."

"Robert, you're a fool to think you'll stop like magic."

Robert laughed. "You don't know me, then. I could stop tomorrow if I'd like but do not because I'm not yet that lord, Ned."

Ned knew he was right. Robert had that ability many did not—to be able to drop bad habits at will if he wanted to. "And you're the one to talk, Ned," Robert said after some time. "May I remind you who has the bastard…"

Ned was shocked when he said that and asked, "How do you know?"

"Ned, it's my job to know of these things. I have my little birds too, you know."

Ned was taken aback. "Then why didn't you confront me? Beat me into a pulp, even?"

"Because it's not my place, Ned. It would devastate Lyanna and she'd kill you over it—gods know what she would do, honestly, because it was with Casella. I forgave you, Ned. It was long ago and you haven't done it since."

"How did you find out, Robert?"

"Rhaella speaks loudly when sewing, and in Storm's End a little bird came to tell me."

Damn…I must tell Rhaella this. "All right, so you've forgiven me?"

"That's right, Ned."

"Fine," Ned conceded, "then I will trust you, Robert. I will keep your secret safe and trust you will stop when you come into your lordship. Just promise me you'll be careful, Robert. Take me as a lesson and try not to make a bastard. Don't become what your mother fears."

"Like my grandfather, I know. I won't, Ned, that much is true. I see what that man became and will not go down that path. I'm my father's son, as well, and Lord Gendry has instilled me with this conversation many-a-time. Just trust me, Ned. I spill my seed in other places besides inside a woman."

Ned nodded. "Good. And you must be more discrete seeing as Rhaella knew."

"I know, that's what I learned after she said that."

"Do you not love Alerie?"

Robert raised an eyebrow under his hood. "I do, Ned. She's beautiful, smart, makes me laugh, and does not ask so many damn questions. I'm unfaithful because I have that luxury now until my father gives me his lordship."

Ned nodded and walked the rest of the way in silence through the East Gate, over the drawrbridge, across the courtyard and into the Great Keep. He and Robert parted ways with a firm handshake and a hug. When Ned arrived in his chambers Lyanna had fallen asleep on the bed, but he knew that she wanted this night to themselves and awoke her. In a groggy state with a half a smile she sat up, naked as her nameday. Ned gulped his arousal and thought of Jeyne but looked his wife in the eyes to push hair from her face. Although he felt things for another, Ned could not treat Lyanna coldly or hate her—she was the mother of his children and part of him loved her…Just not as much as she does me or Jeyne. Not Jeyne. Ned would've felt guilty at the thought but just let it go.

When Lyanna asked why he took so long Ned explained everything from their suspicions of Ser Criston to the events of this night. Lyanna was surprised but said that she could've told Ned all of these things—that he is a shy man and the like. She had found things out about him while in Winterfell and heard rumors from her mother in Storm's End. Ned even told her Ser Criston was not slighted by this encounter and understood Ned's worried, and had even known that Ned distrusted him due to his lack of honesty with the Starks. Lyanna was glad of that and told Ned to spend time with the knight to appease Rhaella. But she finished by saying Rhaella would catch wind and they'll have hell to pay. Ned knew that to be truth but did not care.

Lyanna kissed him after their conversation and they made love. Each pump inside his wife felt like duty, and when he moved around and kissed her neck Ned felt Jeyne's bosom against his chest. Ned kissed her neck and moved inside her, her breath hot against his ear. Whenever he kissed her lips he felt Jeyne's but Ned did not care. He and Lyanna made love very often but spilled his seed in others places…they only wanted three children. When they were done Ned laid down and she fell asleep on his chest. As he stared into the ceiling he saw Jeyne's face and the kisses they shared. It was fate today, Ned told himself. We were meant to have that moment together in the godswood. Ned smiled as he thought of Jeyne's kiss once more and let the sleep take him.

Fly with me, Ned, Jeyne's voice told him as he fell asleep. Fly with me.