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2 and a half Months Later Late Daen 301 Winterfell.

"Ned, Ned, please come here, Hadrian could you come here as well please," Catelyn said from the balcony her voice shaking as she came from the Ravenry with a letter.

"My Love, what is wrong? What is causing you pain?" Ned asked as he reached the Balcony having run up quickly hearing the shaking of her voice.

"Just read the letter," Catelyn said in barely more than a whisper.

"My Lord, My Lady," Harry said coming up as well.

"Hadrian please read the letter aloud to me," Ned said as he sat down on the bench and started to rub Catelyn's back to try and soothe his wife.

"Of course my Lord," Harry said before he started to read the letter.

Lord and Lady Stark,

It is with greatest condolences I have to inform you of the death of Lord Jon Arryn of the Vale and Hand of the King on the 4th of Daen of the year 20 YAR. As the King has informed me, Lord Stark saw the late Lord Arryn as a father and with his actual son being one of his charges there will be a commemoration service held for Lord Arryn at the end of this year. In addition, the King wishes to inform Lord Stark that he shall be coming to visit Winterfell and should be arriving at the beginning of Aenary, along with his family and small council.

Our Condolences,

Grand Maester Pycelle.

"I understand now why you are so shaken up, my love, Jon Arryn was a father to me and a friend to the realm, and there is also only one reason why Robert would come to Winterfell and it is not to give condolences," Ned said coldly.

"I know, my Lord, I sense you need to talk to Harry or wish to go to the Godswood, and I need to begin preparation for the King's arrival in two weeks, go I will be okay," Catelyn said after a few minutes of silence.

"Only if you are sure my love," Ned said lovingly.

"I am," Catelyn said before standing and walking away.

"Hadrian, join me in the Godswood, please," Ned said seeing Harry rather shaken up at the news.

"Of course, my Lord," Harry said as he followed Ned down to the Godswood in silence.

"Hadrian, why do you think that Robert is coming all the way north when he has never done so before in the twenty years he has been king?" Ned asked after a few minutes more of silence.

"I presume it is to share condolences with you, for the death of my father, and the man who raised the two of you," Harry said calmly.

"No, Robert would not do such a thing as that, he would invite me to his home, no there is only one reason and that would be to name a new hand, now Hadrian, why me?" Ned asked looking at him.

"Well you grew up as brothers and you have served the North well, and having been raised by my father, you would likely have similar traits to him," Harry speculated.

"What do you know of your mother, Hadrian?" Ned asked confusing Harry.

"Not much of anything, father told me that he would tell me more once I took the black or he died whichever came first," Harry said confused.

"Can you keep an oath of silence?" Ned asked calmly.

"Of course my Lord, Whatever you desire," Harry said again confused.

"Good, your father was not Lord Arryn, like my son is not my son but still a Stark like you are still a Targaryen and what you believe the Exiled Princess is not truly a Targaryen yet she is still a Targaryen," Ned said cryptically as Harry processed the information.

"I am an Arryn but not through my father, which means my mother, but the only female Arryn in the past century was Lilliana, and if your son is not your son but a Stark just the same means he is either Brandon, Lyanna, or Benjen's son," Harry said his eyes going wide.

"Jon Arryn was telling you about James Wild, I believe, and he was a great man like the other man who was unjustly killed by Robert, who was the father of my son, though James was close to all four of us," Ned said letting Harry fill in the holes himself.

"So, wait, he is the half brother of the niece of the father of the Sands, I am the son of the Wilds who is the grandson of the Egg, but also the actual heir, not his uncle, fuck… Robert still wants all Dragonseed killed should Jon and I leave before the King arrives and head to the Wall?" Harry asked making connections quickly.

"No, I will send Jon after we leave, I want you to be able to come to Lord Arryn's Memorial Service and to act as a guard for my daughters, and to teach them, namely since I know of the sword you have been having Mikken forge for Arya, from Valyrian Steel I hear," Ned said with a smile.

"Well part Valyrian Steel, part regular steel, from the blade which I broke of the Exiled Prince, the Dothraki kept most of the steel, but gave me the strongest piece to keep even though I was being exiled," Harry said calmly, pausing at the end.

"And you remembered that Mikken knew how to work with Valyrian Steel, I am grateful, though I will seek for her an instructor if she comes with us to Kings Landing, though I truly do not wish to go," Ned said as Catelyn walked into the wood.

"You can always say no, Ned," Catelyn said calmly.

"No, if I were to say no, then who would be the hand? Peytr? Tywin? Gods are hateful the Grand Septon?" Ned asked coldly.

"Ned, Robert would choose who would do the best for the realm, though I still struggle with your hatred for the Grand Septon, perhaps it is like my discomfort here in the home of the old gods," Catelyn said simply.

"Your Gods have too many rules and have killed too many innocents of my people simply for their beliefs. Now we should prepare for the arrival of the King," Ned said sadly before standing up with Catelyn and Harry following him out from the wood.

AN: Another Chapter up and a few more written. Two questions for my readers, first for fans of ASOIAF, should Aegon(Young Griff) be in this story Poll is up on my profile. Second should I break this story up into more books, I currently have up until shortly after the end of season one written, should I close book one there or continue onward.