The Rise Of A Dynasty
Winterfell – 300 A.C
Half an hour later...
Ned sighed as he glanced to Robert who was sat next to him at the high table.
Robert glanced at him and gruffly nodded before standing up and getting the attention of everyone in the hall.
"My Lords and Ladies… I have two very important announcements to make" said Robert as he waited for Eddard Karstark, Smalljon and Walla Umber to take their seats after walking into the hall.
Robert cleared his throat and raised his glass of wine.
"Firstly… I name Lord Eddard Stark as Hand Of The King" said Robert gruffly.
Cheers resonated from around the hall mostly from the Northerners who were sat in one corner of the hall.
Robert waited for the hall to to fall silent again before downing his wine.
"Secondly… I am proud to announce the betrothal of my Son and Heir, Edric of the House Baratheon, to Lord Eddard Stark's niece Lyarra Snow, or should I say Lyarra Stark, true born Daughter of Brandon Stark" said Robert as the hall fell silent in shock.
"Its about time we had some stern Northern blood in the capitol" shouted Eddard Karstark after several seconds.
"Hear hear" shouted Daryn Hornwood.
Eventually a gentle applause broke out around the hall though Ned could see that most of the King's court specifically his Daughters looked on in shock and insult.
Ned stood up as Robert sat down and called for quiet once more.
"House Stark also has a great announcement to make… that my Daughter Elia of the House Stark will wed Gawen of the House Glover once she is of age, after which the two will take up residence at the new harbour on the Stony Shore" said Ned.
Cheers and applause broke out from the Northerners while the Kings Court still sat there in shock at the previous betrothal agreement.
As Ned took his seat and took a swig of his ale Catelyn turned to Robert with an angry look on her face.
"What have you done?" said Catelyn icily from next to Robert.
Robert glared at her.
"I have secured the throne for my Son… and the future of House Baratheon, Baratheon and Stark will rule side by side once again, as it should have all those years ago" said Robert bitterly.
Catelyn growled.
"You made a stupid mistake is what you did" said Catelyn causing Ned and Ashara to feel uneasy.
"So you accepted the position then?" said Ashara.
Ned turned to her and nodded.
"I did, he needs me in the capitol, I have to help him" said Ned.
Ashara nodded.
"I doubt it has changed much since I was last there… but it would be nice to see certain things again, perhaps I should invite Jasline, Nysla and Myria to the capitol, I have not seen any of them since our wedding… there were more of us back then but" said Ashara before she cut herself off with a sad sigh.
Ned took her hand in his and squeezed.
Ashara sighed.
"Baela Wyl and Leyla Hightower were at Dragonstone with Queen Rhaella when the war ended, I never found out what really happened to them, only that they were found on the beach, but rumour has it that they were thrown from the war room when Stannis Baratheon landed at Dragonstone" said Ashara sadly managing to fight back the tears.
Ned squeezed her hand and held it into his chest.
"Try not to think about it" said Ned softly.
Ashara straightened up.
"Perhaps I should write to the girls… invite them to Kings Landing as my guests" said Ashara.
Ned smiled and brought his hands up to her lips kissing her knuckles.
"Write to them, it has been so long since you last spoke to any of them" said Ned.
Ashara smiled.
"I will" said Ashara.
Meanwhile…
Margaery made her way across the hall towards one of the tables near the corner of the hall with a cup of water in her hands.
Alys Hornwood nee Karstark, Walla Umber and Melessa Cerwyn nee Mazin were sat at the table drinking and talking to each other.
"Ladies" said Margaery politely as she sat down with them.
"Lady Stark" said Alys Hornwood softly.
"Margaery" said Walla Umber softly.
Melessa Cerwyn bowed her head to Margaery.
"Thank you… for coming to Winterfell" said Margaery.
The three Girls nodded.
"I have invited you to stay here as my honoured guests for when Lord and Lady Stark leave for the south, and my Husband is happy that the boys will be staying on at Winterfell when his Parents leave" said Margaery gracefully.
"I am sure he will" said Alys Hornwood jokingly.
"I bet the boys will relish the chance to get blind drunk… and no doubt your Brother will be frequenting the brothel while he is here Alys" said Melessa teasingly.
Alys Hornwood rolled her eyes.
"Please do not remind me… Father is already angry at him over his refusal to take a Wife, says Edd needs to leave the whores and settle down with a Wife, Jonothor is not much different to be honest" said Alys Hornwood.
Margaery chuckled slightly.
"I am sure they will grow out of that one day My Lady" said Margaery sweetly.
"Maybe" said Alys Hornwood in an unconvincing tone.
"It is a shame you cannot enjoy this wine with us My Lady… it is exquisite" said Melessa taking a sip of her Dornish Red.
Margaery smiled and stroked her stomach.
"Yes well… this little one right here is not fond of wine" said Margaery softly.
"I bet your Husband is pleased" said Alys Hornwood.
"He is… though he feels disappointed that Lord and Lady Stark will not be here for the birth… and that Beric, Arya and Bran are going south leaving us alone with Theon" said Margaery softly.
"No doubt Theon Greyjoy will be spending a lot of time with your Brother Alys… I heard he has a similar taste for the whores" said Walla Umber teasingly.
Alys Hornwood sighed.
"Perhaps they should marry each other… and spend the wedding night in said brothel" said Alys Hornwood causing the others to laugh.
"Not funny Little Sister" growled Eddard Karstark as he sat down with a mug of ale in his hand before pulling a giggling Serving Girl into his lap causing some of the wine from her pitcher to splash out onto the floor.
Alys Hornwood mock glared at him.
"Then perhaps you should do as Father says and take a wife" said Alys Hornwood mockingly.
Eddard Karstark scoffed.
"Take a wife… and spend the rest of my life hitched to one woman, not a chance" said Eddard Karstark mockingly before slapping the serving girls arse causing her to giggle.
Margaery sighed and turned to the serving girl with a stern gaze.
"I am sure you are needed elsewhere Ayla… I think some of our guests could do with a refill" said Margaery sternly.
"Yes Lady Stark" said Ayla the Serving Girl before she stood up.
Eddard Karstark smirked and squeezed her arse before she could walk away.
"I will find you later" said Eddard Karstark cheekily.
He leaned back and sipped his ale as the smirking Serving Girl walked away from the table before he whistled.
"She will be walking bow legged in the morning" said Eddard Karstark with a smirk.
"When someone other than you has his wicked way with her Karstark" said Daryn Hornwood mockingly as he sat down next to Alys Hornwood pulling her into him.
Eddard Karstark glared at him.
"Careful Hornwood… you might be married to my Sister but that does not mean I have to be kind to you" said Eddard Karstark bitterly as Daryn Hornwood smirked and lowered his hand to Alys Hornwood's stomach.
Alys Hornwood smirked at her Brother.
"Now now Edd… you should be kind to my Husband, even if he teases you so" said Alys Hornwood teasingly.
Eddard Karstark rolled his eyes before standing up and leaving the table with his ale.
Smalljon Umber smirked as Eddard Karstark pushed past him.
"What are you fucked off about this time Karstark?" shouted Smalljon Umber teasingly.
He sat down at the table with them along with Martyn Glover and Karl Cerwyn.
"He could not take being teased by his Little Sister" said Daryn Hornwood mockingly.
Margaery smirked before excusing herself and standing up.
She made her way over to where Edric Baratheon had just stood up with Lyarra.
Edric Baratheon turned to face her.
"My Lady" said Edric Baratheon dutifully.
Margaery nodded to him before turning to Lyarra.
"Congratulations darling… may the Gods bless you and your future Husband" said Margaery softly.
Lyarra smiled and gave Margaery a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you Margaery… it is just a shame that we will miss the birth of your child" said Lyarra softly.
Margaery kissed her cheek.
"You will be the first to receive word of our child's birth I promise you" said Margaery softly.
"Congratulations Lady Stark" said Edric Baratheon dutifully.
Margaery smiled and nodded to him.
"Thank you Your Grace" said Margaery gracefully.
Meanwhile…
"Now that all of this business is taken care off… how long do you intend for us to stay up here?" said Robert gruffly.
Ned sighed.
"You have been here for two days Robert, perhaps we should remain here for another week at least" said Ned.
"The realm does not run itself Ned… and Gods know what mess those fools on my Small Council are making of it while I am gone" said Robert flatly.
"Still… this will be the last time I see Winterfell for some time, surely you cannot deny me the chance to spend a little more time here before I leave" said Ned.
Robert scoffed.
"Fine… we will leave in a weeks time, but no longer than that" said Robert flatly.
Ned nodded.
"Of course Your Grace" said Ned.
Robert nodded before standing up.
Ned stood up a few minutes later and walked down from the high table towards where Benjen Stark had just entered the hall.
Suddenly Jamie Lannister stepped in front of him.
"I hear you will be joining us in the capitol Lord Stark" said Jamie Lannister cockily.
Ned sighed.
"I go where my King commands" said Ned flatly.
Jamie Lannister fixed him with a curious stare.
"We should have a tournament to welcome you… so the people can see what Northmen can do" said Jamie Lannister.
Ned chuckled slightly.
"I do not fight in tournaments" said Ned stiffly.
Jamie Lannister shrugged his shoulders.
"Getting a little old for it?" said Jamie Lannister in a slightly mocking voice.
Ned smirked.
"I do not fight in tournaments… because when I meet a man on the battlefield, I do not want him to know what I can do" said Ned.
Jamie Lannister sarcastically smiled.
"Good man" said Jamie Lannister in a teasing voice.
"Excuse me" said Ned icily before walking past Jamie Lannister towards Benjen who had just poured a mug of ale for himself.
"Hand Of The King now I hear, whose brilliant idea was that?" said Benjen in a slightly teasing voice.
Ned chuckled and clapped his hand on Benjen's shoulder while the young man did the same.
"The King rode here to make me his Hand… probably does not trust anyone else to do it" said Ned.
Benjen sighed.
"Are you sure you want to go back there… after all this time?" said Benjen solemnly.
Ned sighed.
"It was a different time back then… a different King" said Ned solemnly.
Benjen nodded and let go of Ned.
"Is she here?" said Benjen.
Ned nodded.
"She is in her chambers" said Ned.
Benjen sighed.
"Well I best go and see her… after I meet my Nephew's Son of course" said Benjen.
Ned nodded.
"Margaery will take you up to him" said Ned flatly.
Suddenly Benjen felt a large hand clap him on the back.
"Gods lad… you did not look that old the last time I saw you" said Robert in a booming voice.
Benjen chuckled and gave Robert a handshake.
"Your Grace" said Benjen bowing his head to him.
"At least you do not look as glum as this fucker right here" said Robert glancing at Ned who chuckled.
Benjen smirked.
"As you know Your Grace… my Brother has perfected the art of brooding over the years, he even called his old horse Brooding" said Benjen.
Robert laughed.
"That he has… even back when we were kids he always looked as glum as he does now" said Robert amusedly.
Ned sighed.
"I have had a lot on my mind these last few weeks Robert" said Ned solemnly.
Robert turned to him and nodded.
"It was hard on me too… watching our Second Father die like that, weak and half mad in his bed, not a nice way to go" said Robert solemnly.
Benjen excused himself and walked towards where Margaery was sat with Lyra and Arya.
"It still feels strange… that I am coming south with you after all of these years to take the position that was once his" said Ned solemnly.
Robert sighed.
"Your the only one I trust to do this Ned… and your family is coming with you at least, maybe your youngest can be a squire for some knight or other, he is old enough now surely" said Robert.
Ned nodded.
"Nine… and his Mother was hoping he could squire for one of the Kingsguard" said Ned.
Robert nodded.
"All of the Kingsguards have squires already" said Robert gruffly.
Ned nodded.
"I am sure there will be other knights for him to squire for" said Ned flatly.
"There will be, but there is one more thing… those damn wolves will not come to the capitol with you" said Robert sternly.
"Of course… a Direwolf has no place in the south" said Ned.
Robert nodded.
"Good… still surprised you let your children keep them as pets, they are wild animals not pets" said Robert gruffly.
"The Direwolf is the sigil of House Stark Robert… the old Kings Of The North used to breed Direwolves as guardians thousands of years ago" said Ned.
"And they died out in the end… now you only find them north of the Wall" said Robert gruffly.
Ned took a swig of his ale.
"That you do… something made their Mother come south of the Wall, she got gored by a stag she killed" said Ned.
Robert snorted.
"A mighty Direwolf… killed by a bloody stag, what next?" said Robert amusedly.
Ned let out a small chuckle.
"A lion getting gored by a boar" said Ned amusedly.
Robert laughed.
"Hopefully it would be my Brother's frightful Wife getting gored by that boar" said Robert jokingly.
Ned felt unsure of how to answer.
"I have no idea how my Brother puts up with that wicked woman, let alone had four children with her… she spends more time perfecting that fake fucking smile of hers, then again Stannis does have the personality of a horse's arse" said Robert amusedly.
"Maybe he loves her" said Ned quickly causing Robert to laugh.
"Stannis does not love anything… except maybe his own children, even his murdering cunt of a Son" said Robert amusedly.
Ned sighed.
"Stannis is a good man, he is a fine commander… and he is your Brother" said Ned.
Robert sighed.
"We were never that close when we were younger… something that bothered our Father a great deal" said Robert flatly.
"I bet it did… I miss Brandon every day, how would you feel if something bad happened to Stannis or Renly?" said Ned.
Robert sighed.
"You and Brandon were different to me and my Brothers" said Robert gruffly.
Ned sighed before finishing his ale.
"Families do tend to be complicated sometimes" said Ned.
"Mine certainly is… I have not fucked that frigid bitch of a Wife of mine for so long, my Daughters barely talk to me or my Son, and that fool Renly hates the sight of blood" said Robert distastefully.
Ned refilled his ale from a pitcher on the nearest table.
"He threw up during the melee at your Nieces wedding tournament… just because some knight had his eye hanging out of its socket" said Robert amusedly.
"Ouch" said Ned wincing slightly.
Robert chuckled.
"The fool got what he deserved… strutting around that arena like a rooster, even when he has never seen an arrow come his way in a real battle" said Robert amusedly.
Ned chuckled and sipped his ale.
"We will have a tournament to celebrate your appointment when we arrive in Kings Landing" said Robert drinking his wine.
"That will not be necessary Robert" said Ned.
"Of course it is necessary Ned… besides it gives us old war horses a chance to see something similar to a battle once again" said Robert.
Ned rolled his eyes.
"I am only 39 Robert" said Ned flatly.
"I would say your getting slightly old then… Gods I miss being young, feels like a lifetime ago" said Robert.
"We had chances to be young, I certainly had a few chances" said Ned.
Robert sighed.
"Me too, even if we had to spend over a year living in tents surrounded by soldiers" said Robert glumly.
Ned sighed.
"We did what we had to do" said Ned solemnly.
Robert frowned.
"You fought to avenge your Father and Brother… and I was powerless to stop a fat Reach Cunt from laying siege to my home" said Robert solemnly.
"It was a difficult time Robert, you had your way of dealing with all of it" said Ned.
Robert chuckled.
"Aye… thank the Gods for Meryl, followed our camp all the way to Kings Landing she did, along with a few others, including that one who was a little keen on you" said Robert amusedly.
Ned sighed.
"I liked my Wife, and I missed her greatly, I had no desire to jump into bed with whores" said Ned flatly.
"You missed being inside her you mean, mind you what sane man would not miss being inside that Dornish beauty of yours?" said Robert amusedly.
Ned chuckled.
"True" said Ned sipping his ale.
Robert laughed and downed his wine.
Two hours later…
Ashara sighed as she signed the raven scroll.
Myria
As you might be aware of by now my Husband Eddard Stark has been named as Hand Of The King and will be returning to the Capitol with the King. I am hoping you will join us in Kings Landing at my invitation since I have not seen you since my wedding all those years ago.
Ashara Stark
She rolled it up and sealed it before she felt Ned rubbing her shoulders causing her to sigh and smile.
"Finished?" said Ned softly.
"I am now" said Ashara softly.
Ned gently pulled her back into his chest.
"Are you coming to bed?" said Ned.
Ashara stood up and turned around to face Ned.
She slowly unclasped her dress letting it fall to the floor without a word.
Ned looked her up and down with a hungry gaze as he got undressed.
(Smut begins)
"I see I can still render you speechless at my age" said Ashara cheekily as she slowly stepped towards him.
"Your still as beautiful as the day we first met" said Ned softly.
Ashara smiled and placed her arms on his shoulders before kissing him.
"I was 18 when we first met… now I am 41, and a Mother of six" said Ashara softly before letting out a sigh as she felt Ned grasp her arse.
"I still love you" said Ned as he started to pull her back towards the bed.
Ashara smiled and kissed him before reaching down and grasping his manhood.
"Let me be on top this time my love?" said Ashara in a sultry voice as they dropped onto the bed.
Ned chuckled and moved his hands around to her hips.
"Get mounted" said Ned cheekily.
Ashara smirked and raised herself up lining up his manhood with her before sinking down onto it with a groan.
"Gods" groaned Ashara rocking back and forth slightly as their hips joined together.
Ned groaned and lifted himself up to her chest attacking her breasts with his mouth.
Ashara moaned and wrapped her hands around his head.
"Perhaps I should take you down to Chataya's… they have excellent beds, with the finest silk sheets, perfect for lewd behaviour" moaned Ashara as she started to ride him.
Ned growled before he lifted his head from her breasts.
"You want the people of Kings Landing to hear how loud you are when your Husband fucks you" said Ned huskily.
Ashara moaned and clenched tightly around his manhood.
"Who cares how loud I am… it shows that my Husband is exceptional in bed" moaned Ashara.
Ned growled and lowered his hands to her arse rubbing and squeezing it.
"Your a dirty little minx" growled Ned as he started to thrust up into her.
Ashara laughed.
"I am a dirty little minx… now, are you going to put me in my place?" said Ashara jokingly.
"Do not tempt me Woman" growled Ned.
(Smut ends)
The next day…
Ashara walked over to Maester Lewin who was sat in the library reading one of the older books.
She had three raven scrolls in her hand as she approached the Maester who looked up at her.
"My Lady" said Maester Lewin.
Ashara smiled and bowed her head to him.
"Maester… would you be so kind as to send these to Hellholt, Kingsgrave and the Salt Shore please?" said Ashara handing him the scrolls as she said the names of the castles.
"Of course My Lady" said Maester Lewin bowing his head to her.
Ashara nodded and sat down across from him.
"Is there anything you require Maester?" said Ashara.
"There is My Lady… who will be accompanying you and Lord Stark to Kings Landing?" said Maester Lewin as he closed his book.
"Beric, Arya and Brandon… my Brother, Oswell Whent, Jory Cassel, Vayon Poole, eight members of our household staff and fifty of our Guards" said Ashara.
Maester Lewin nodded.
"We will have to find people to replace the ones accompanying you and Lord Stark to Kings Landing, to fill the important positions" said Maester Lewin.
Ashara nodded.
"I shall leave such decisions to my Son and his Wife… with your guidance of course" said Ashara.
Maester Lewin bowed his head.
Half an hour later…
"You wanted to see me Lord Stark?" said Theon flatly.
Ned nodded from his seat.
"Sit" said Ned gesturing his head to the seat in front of his desk.
Theon slowly sat down keeping his eyes on Ned as he unrolled a scroll and placed it in front of Theon.
"Your Father has asked for your return to the Iron Islands" said Ned.
Theon picked the scroll up and started to read it.
Lord Eddard Stark
As you are aware it has been eight years since you took my last Son Theon as your hostage following our defeat at Pyke. As he is a man grown now I ask that you have him returned to his real family on Pyke so he can take his place as my rightful Heir.
My Daughter Yara will sail to Deepwood Motte in three weeks to collect Theon and return him to the Iron Islands.
I expect that she will find her Brother waiting for her at that time. While your King may not be so fond of the idea of surrendering your hostage I am asking that you give me my last Son back. As an honourable man would.
Balon Greyjoy
Lord Of The Iron Islands
Theon rolled the scroll up and handed it back to Ned.
"I expect you wish for me to remain here?" said Theon flatly.
Ned sighed.
"The King wishes for you to remain here… but you are a man grown now, the choice is yours" said Ned flatly.
Theon nodded.
"And what would become of me if I were to remain here?" said Theon warily.
"There are a number of abandoned holdfasts on our land… including one in the Wolfswood a few hours ride from Winterfell" said Ned.
Theon leaned forwards slightly.
"Is that all?" said Theon.
Ned sighed.
"No… if you were to rule over a keep you would need a suitable wife, and I may have one in mind for you" said Ned.
Theon scoffed slightly.
"What self respecting Northern Lord would marry his Daughter to me, I am a Greyjoy" said Theon in an annoyed tone.
Ned sighed.
"Nestor Royce of the Bloody Gate has a Daughter who was widowed nearly four years ago… he seems to be unable to find her a suitable Husband and is willing to have her marry you" said Ned.
"Myranda Royce?" said Theon in slight shock.
Ned nodded.
"Yes… the two of you have history if I am correct" said Ned.
Theon snorted.
"Of sorts" said Theon.
Ned nodded.
"The other alternative is that I will permit you to return to the Iron Islands, provided your Father does not start another rebellion" said Ned solemnly.
Theon sighed.
"It is your choice Theon, only you can make it" said Ned.
Theon sighed and looked down at the ground for several moments in silence.
"My Father wants me to go home… but the Iron Islands do not feel like home any more" said Theon flatly.
Ned nodded.
"Winterfell has been my home for 8 years… it feels more like home here than Pyke" said Theon flatly.
"So you wish to remain here then?" said Ned.
Theon nodded.
"I do" said Theon.
Ned nodded.
"Very well… I will meet with the Royce's in Kings Landing to finalise your betrothal, once that is done Myranda Royce will travel to Winterfell for your wedding" said Ned solemnly.
"Thank you… Lord Stark" said Theon.
"The two of you will take up residence in your keep after your wedding, servants and Guards have been provided for you" said Ned.
Theon bowed his head before standing up.
"That letter said that my Sister will be sailing to Deepwood Motte to collect me?" said Theon.
"She is" said Ned solemnly.
"I wish to see her at Deepwood Motte… if only to tell her that I will be staying in the North" said Theon warily.
Ned slowly nodded.
"You are free to do so" said Ned.
"Is there anything else you require Lord Stark?" said Theon.
Ned sighed and shook his head.
"You can go" said Ned solemnly as he looked back down at his desk preparing to write a raven scroll.
Theon turned and left the Solar.
As the door shut Ned started to write a raven scroll.
Lord Royce
I invite you to Kings Landing to discuss the possible betrothal between my Ward Theon Greyjoy and your Daughter Myranda Royce in more detail. Once these discussions are finalised Myranda will be escorted to Winterfell for her wedding.
Eddard Stark, Lord Of Winterfell and Warden Of The North
Ned finished writing and rolled and sealed the scroll.
Six days later…
Ned strapped a longsword to his horse as they got ready to leave.
"You will ride with me at the front" said Robert gruffly as he walked towards Ned.
Ned sighed and nodded.
"Very well Your Grace" said Ned.
Robert sighed.
"I'm glad your coming with me… I need you" said Robert solemnly.
Ned stiffly nodded to him before mounting his horse.
Robert walked away from Ned as Beric and Arya rode towards him.
"Ride with your Brother you two" said Ned sternly glancing at Bran as Jory Cassel helped him up onto his horse.
"Yes Father" said Beric bowing his head slightly.
Ned nodded to both of them.
"Good… be ready to leave" said Ned.
The two turned their horses and rode towards Bran as Ned turned to where Jon and Margaery were stood holding onto Leila Snow and Torrhen respectively.
Maester Lewin, Theon, Smalljon and Walla Umber, Daryn and Alys Hornwood, Eddard Karstark, Martyn Glover, Karl and Melessa Cerwyn were stood with them watching as the convoy prepared to leave Winterfell.
Ned nodded to Jon who nodded back before Ned turned to look at Ashara as she helped Lyarra into the wheelhouse.
Ashara met his gaze and smiled for a few moments before sitting down in the wheelhouse.
Ned turned his horse and rode towards Robert as he mounted his horse with the aid of a crate.
Robert nodded to him before the two led the convoy out of the gates.
Later that night…
(Smut begins)
"Does it feel strange?" sighed Margaery.
She was lying on her back on the bed with one leg on Jon's shoulder as he slowly stroked it.
"Does what feel strange?" said Jon softly kissing her thigh.
Margaery rubbed his manhood with her other foot.
"Being the Lord Of Winterfell?" said Margaery softly.
Jon traced his hand down her thigh before gently brushing her womanhood.
"Does it feel strange that you are now the Lady Of Winterfell?" said Jon softly.
Margaery smirked.
"I was prepared for it when I married you" said Margaery.
Jon smirked.
"Good… because you have a duty to fulfil right now" said Jon cheekily.
"And what duty is that My Lord?" said Margaery softly.
Jon chuckled and glanced down at his manhood as Margaery continued to stroke it with her foot.
Margaery smirked before removing her foot.
"You want me to warm you up?" said Margaery teasingly.
"It is a little cold right now, it needs to be warmed up a little before you can have it where you want it" said Jon huskily.
Margaery pouted slightly.
"But you are busy stroking my thighs" said Margaery softly.
Jon smirked before leaning down and kissing her womanhood causing Margaery to moan.
"Do a good job and I will make it up to you ten times over" said Jon huskily as he kissed her womanhood again.
Margaery sighed before moving over to him as he stood up in front of her.
She sat on the side of the bed looking up at him with a cheeky smile before slowly wrapping her mouth around the tip of his manhood.
Jon groaned as he felt her mouth move down his manhood with her lips tightening around it as it moved into her throat.
"Suck my cock… and swallow what I give you" said Jon huskily as Margaery started to move her head up and down his manhood.
Margaery looked up at him and winked.
Jon pushed a few stray strands of her hair out of her face.
"I love seeing you like this… you look so beautiful with those hot lips of yours wrapped around my cock" said Jon huskily as he traced his finger on her cheek.
Margaery smirked around his manhood before swiftly increasing the speed of her sucking.
Jon groaned as Margaery traced her hand on his balls.
"Mmmm, do you want what's in there… do you want me to pump my seed into your hot, eager mouth" grunted Jon as Margaery tried to bring his peak closer.
She glanced up at him and smirked around his manhood.
He fisted his free hand into her hair as she spent the next two minutes vigorously sucking him off.
"Oh fuck" groaned Jon as he exploded inside her mouth.
Margaery groaned and greedily sucked as his manhood pumped seed into her mouth.
"Lie down" groaned Jon as Margaery slowly released his manhood before swallowing.
Margaery smirked and slowly dropped onto her back before opening her legs to him.
"I'm waiting" said Margaery teasingly as she stretched her legs in front of him.
Jon smirked and knelt down in front of her.
"Mmmm… you smell incredible" said Jon huskily as he kissed her thighs before placing them on his shoulders.
Margaery moaned.
"And what do I smell like?" moaned Margaery.
Jon chuckled and slowly pulled her towards his face.
"Like a woman" growled Jon.
Margaery smirked.
"Like the smell of a woman do you?" said Margaery cheekily before moaning as she felt his tongue tracing her folds.
Jon slowly slid a finger into her.
"I love your smell… but your taste is far better" said Jon huskily as he traced his tongue over her sensitive spot.
Margaery moaned and wrapped her thighs around his head.
"Mmmm… come on Jon, eat me like a good Husband" groaned Margaery.
Jon growled into her womanhood as Margaery tightened her grip on his head.
"Gladly" growled Jon as he slid his tongue into her tracing it up her inner folds.
(Smut ends)
The Crossroads Inn – 300 A.C
Three weeks later…
Lyarra was walking along the river a few minutes walk from the Crossroad Inn located along the Kings Road in the Riverlands.
She was walking with her new Ladies In Waiting Jeyne Poole, Eddara Tallhart and Talia Forrester while Oswell Whent followed them.
Talia Forrester turned to Lyarra with a wide smile on her soft face.
She was 13 years old with a slim figure and long light brown hair as opposed to her twin Brother Ethan Forrester's dark brown almost black hair.
"I cannot wait to get to Kings Landing… Mother said it is a wonderful place" said Talia Forrester.
"Except for the fact that it is said to smell like shit" said Eddara Tallhart with slight disgust.
"Hopefully it will not be as bad as that" said Lyarra as they continued their walk along the path next to the river.
"Hopefully… I would hate to live in a place that smelled like shit" said Eddara Tallhart.
"I doubt the Red Keep smells like that… but there is so much to do in Kings Landing" said Talia Forrester excitedly.
Lyarra nodded.
"I heard the King will be staging a tournament… to honour my Uncle's new position as Hand Of The King" said Lyarra.
"I bet there will be lots of knights there" said Jeyne Poole excitedly.
"I expect so… fancy boys who prance around like deer even though they have not seen a real battle" said Eddara Tallhart.
"What gave you that idea?" said Talia Forrester in slight disbelief.
"Father said that most of those southern knights are the same, just fancy boys in fancy armour" said Eddara Tallhart.
Lyarra sighed.
"I am sure it will be exciting anyway girls" said Lyarra.
They carried on walking along the path for the next several minutes before Oswell Whent informed them that they had to return to the village.
Deepwood Motte – 300 A.C
One week later…
"Are you sure you want to do this?" said Jon turning to Theon.
He and Theon were stood on the waters edge along with Lyanna, Robb, Smalljon Umber, Galbart and Robbett Glover, Ethan Forrester and Rodrik Cassel along with two dozen House Glover and House Stark Guards.
"I have to" said Theon with a sigh.
Jon nodded before turning to face the front again.
They watched in silence as a row boat made its way from an Ironborn Longship anchored quarter of a mile away towards the shore with half a dozen Ironborn Sailors and a woman in her early 20's in it.
"That your Sister Boy?" said Galbart Glover gruffly.
Theon nodded.
As they got closer to the shore the Woman known as Yara Greyjoy curtly nodded to Theon who nodded in return.
The row boat moored at the shore and the Ironborn climbed out with Yara walking towards them.
She was at least 24 years old and stood at 5'9 tall with a slightly muscular figure and long brown hair down past her shoulders. Like all of her Men she was dressed in a dark grey tunic, breeches and a floor length coat with a bastard sword and a small axe strapped to her hip.
"Theon" said Yara flatly.
Theon nodded.
"Yara" said Theon.
She took a step towards him before glancing at the others with wary eyes.
"Come on then" said Yara turning around to walk back to the row boat.
She turned back to Theon when he did not move.
"Come on Theon… I doubt these Northmen want us here any longer than necessary" said Yara glancing at Jon and the others with a wary look on her face.
"I am staying" said Theon flatly.
Yara laughed as did all of the other Ironborn.
"Get in the boat Theon" said Yara amusedly.
"I am not going back with you… I am staying here" said Theon.
Yara scowled and glared at him as he pulled a scroll out of his pocket holding it out towards her.
"Your my Brother, you are Ironborn just like me… your blood is salt and stone, and now you refuse to come home with me" said Yara bitterly.
Theon sighed and looked down at his feet before Yara scowled and took the scroll from him.
"The Starks have made you theirs… and now I have to tell Father that you would rather be with them than your real family" said Yara bitterly.
Theon straightened up.
"This is my home now" said Theon.
Yara spat at his feet.
"Then you have made your choice… now live with it, your not Theon Greyjoy… you look like him, but your not him any more, Father will be disappointed" said Yara bitterly.
She turned around and pushed the row boat back into the water along with her men.
Jon sighed and placed his hand on Theon's shoulder supportively.
"Come on… lets go and have a drink" said Jon flatly.
Theon turned and turned around before walking back up towards the castle with Jon and the others.
Kings Landing – 300 A.C
Eight days later…
"What am I doing back here" thought Ned as they rode towards the gate leading to the market.
As far as Ned could tell Kings Landing had not changed as the familiar smell of shit was still there and the roads were muddy and in poor condition.
Arya rode up alongside him with a look of distaste on her face.
"Why did I have to come here?" said Arya bitterly.
Ned sighed.
"Because your Mother thought it would be good for you" said Ned sternly.
Arya groaned.
"It stinks here" said Arya.
Ned sighed in frustration.
"I know… but the smell does not reach the Red Keep" said Ned.
"Good… can I see the dragon skulls when we get there?" said Arya hopefully.
"After you have unpacked" said Ned sternly.
Arya nodded.
They rode through the gates into the city before arriving outside the Red Keep half an hour later.
Ned dismounted his horse and turned to Jory Cassel and Vayon Poole.
"Take our belongings up to the Tower Of The Hand" said Ned.
The two men bowed their heads to him and walked towards the wheelhouse and wagons as a young brown haired Messenger walked towards Ned.
"Lord Stark… your presence is required in the Small Council chambers, Grand Maester Pycelle has called a meeting" said the Messenger bowing his head.
Ned nodded.
"Take me there" said Ned.
The Messenger looked Ned up and down.
"Perhaps you would like to change into something more appropriate My Lord Hand" said the Messenger glancing at Ned's furs and cloak with a distasteful look.
Ned had a stony look on his face as he slowly removed his gloves.
The Messenger straightened up.
"This way Lord Stark" said the Messenger.
Ned nodded and followed the Messenger into the Red Keep.
After a few minutes they arrived in the Throne Room where Ned caught sight of Jamie Lannister sat on the steps leading up to the throne dressed in his Kingsguard armour and white cloak minus his helm.
"About time you joined us in the Capitol Lord Stark… finally some stern Northern blood at our Kings side" said Jamie Lannister in a slightly mocking voice.
"Glad to see your protecting the throne" said Ned flatly as he walked towards Jamie Lannister.
Jamie Lannister stood up and glanced back at the throne.
"Strange old thing is it not… how many Kings arses have polished it I wonder… what is that saying, the King shits… and the Hand wipes?" said Jamie Lannister walking towards Ned as the Messenger carried on walking before coming to a halt a few feet away from the steps leading to the throne.
Ned glanced at Jamie Lannister's chest plate.
"Very handsome armour… not a scratch on it" said Ned frostily.
"I know… people have been swinging at me for years and they keep missing" said Jamie Lannister amusedly.
"You have chosen your opponents wisely then?" said Ned in a mocking voice.
"I have a knack for it" said Jamie Lannister amusedly.
The two stood there in silence for several tense moments.
"It must feel strange for you… being in this room" said Jamie Lannister glancing around the throne room.
Ned did not react.
"I remember that day well… I was standing right here when it happened" said Jamie Lannister.
Ned straightened up slightly and sent Jamie Lannister a small glare.
"He was a brave man your Father, very brave, your Brother too… they did not deserve to die like that, no one deserves to die like that" said Jamie Lannister with a hint of remorse.
"And you just stood there and watched" said Ned icily.
"500 men just stood there and watched, all the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms, do you think any of them lifted a finger when your Father was burned alive, and your Brother strangled himself trying to save him?" said Jamie Lannister.
Jamie Lannister shook his head slightly.
"No Lord Stark… 500 men stood silent as a crypt watching as your Father and Brother died, the entire room was silent… except for the screams of course, and the Mad King laughing" said Jamie Lannister flatly.
Ned just stood there looking at him with the same frosty look on his face.
"And then later… when I killed the Mad King, I remembered how he laughed as your Father burned, and… it felt like justice" said Jamie Lannister.
Ned remained silent for several seconds.
"Is that what you tell yourself at night… that your a servant of justice, that you were avenging my Father when you stabbed your sword through Aerys Targaryan's back?" said Ned frostily.
Jamie Lannister sighed.
"Tell me… if I stabbed the Mad King in the belly, would you have admired me more?" said Jamie Lannister.
Ned scoffed slightly.
"You served your King well… when serving was safe" said Ned frostily.
He walked past Jamie Lannister before the man could reply to him and followed the Messenger towards the Small Council chambers.
The Small Council chambers were contained in an adjacent chamber containing a large rectangular table with several fine wood and cushioned chairs around it.
There were five other people in the room waiting for them.
Renly Baratheon, Varys, Grand Maester Pycelle, Ser Brynden Tully and Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish.
Varys immediately stood up and made his way over to him shaking Ned's hand with both hands as greetings of "Lord Stark" could be heard from the others as they stood up except for Grand Maester Pycelle who remained seated.
"Lord Stark, I do not believe we have ever met" said Varys.
"Lord Varys" said Ned nodding his head to Varys.
Ned let go of Varys's hands and walked past him towards Renly Baratheon.
"Renly… your looking well" said Ned with a fond smile on his face giving the man a hug.
Renly Baratheon chuckled.
"And you look tired from the road" said Renly Baratheon.
Ned let out a small sigh and let go of Renly Baratheon.
"Being back here brings back a lot of memories, none of which are good" said Ned solemnly.
"I imagine not, most of us were surprised when we heard that you had accepted this position" said Brynden Tully dryly.
Ned walked towards him and shook his hand.
"Ser Brynden, I was not aware you were in the Capitol" said Ned.
"I serve as Master Of War for His Grace… not that I have had much to do in this position for years, not since the Ironborn Rebellion" said Brynden Tully dryly.
"The realm has been at peace since then, hopefully that peace will continue" said Ned.
Brynden Tully nodded and sat down.
"I humbly beg your pardon Lord Stark" said Grand Maester Pycelle.
Ned walked towards Grand Maester Pycelle.
"Grand Maester" said Ned.
Grand Maester Pycelle managed a small smile.
"How many years has it been… you were just a young man then" said Pycelle.
"And you served another King" said Ned in a slightly frosty tone.
Grand Maester Pycelle fumbled slightly before pulling something out of his robe pocket.
"Before I forget, this is for you" said Pycelle as he held out a small pin towards Ned.
It was bronze with an iron gloved fist encased in a circle attached to a large pin extending downwards forming a sharp point.
Ned slowly took it from him and looked it over in his hands.
"Just to think… the last person who wore that pin was your old mentor" said Littlefinger.
Ned looked up to see said man leaning against one of the pillars with a strange look and smile on his face.
Littlefinger straightened up.
"We have never met Lord Stark, but I have heard a few things about you" said Littlefinger.
"Lord Baelish, I understand you knew my Brother Brandon long ago" said Ned.
"And I still have the scar to prove it… from naval to collarbone" said Littlefinger tracing his finger from his naval up to his collarbone as he spoke the words.
"Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with" said Ned amusedly.
"It was not the man I chose, it was the woman, Her Grace Catelyn Tully, a fine young woman, your Brother was a very lucky man" said Littlefinger with a strange tone of voice as he sat down.
"Perhaps we should begin My Lords" said Brynden Tully glancing at Littlefinger with annoyance.
Ned slowly sat down between Renly Baratheon and Brynden Tully and looked around the table.
"Without the King?" said Ned in surprise.
"Winter may be coming but I'm afraid the same cannot be said for my Brother" said Renly Baratheon.
"His Graces trusts some small matters to us" said Varys.
"We are the Lords of small matters" said Littlefinger.
Ned slowly nodded.
"Very well… what business do we have to discuss?" said Ned as he attached the Hand Of The King pin to his tunic.
Renly Baratheon pulled a rolled up scroll out of his pocket and handed it to Ned who unrolled it.
"My Brother wants us to stage a tournament… to celebrate Lord Starks new position as Hand Of The King" said Renly Baratheon as Ned started to read the scroll with a look of slight frustration on his face.
"Mmm, how much?" said Littlefinger.
"40,000 Gold Dragons to the champion, 20,000 to the runner up, 10,000 to the winning archer, 10,000 to the winner of the melee" said Ned.
"Can the Crown spare so much coin Lord Baelish?" said Renly Baratheon.
"I'll have to ask the Lannisters once again, and hope Tywin Lannister agrees to lend us the Gold, we already owe him one million Gold Dragons, what's another 80,000" said Littlefinger.
"Are you telling me the Crown is one million in debt?" said Ned in shock and disbelief.
"I'm telling you the Crown is three million in debt" said Littlefinger with a trace of amusement in his voice.
"How could you let this happen?" said Ned in disbelief.
"Traditionally the Master Of Coin finds the money, the King and his Hand spend it" said Littlefinger.
"I will not believe Jon Arryn would have allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm" said Ned in a frosty voice.
"Lord Arryn, always gave wise advice… but I fear His Grace does not always listen, especially when it came to Gold" said Pycelle.
"Counting coffers is what he calls it" said Renly Baratheon in frustration.
Ned rolled up the scroll and handed it back to Renly Baratheon.
"This tournament is an extravagance we cannot afford, I will speak to the King about this on the morrow" said Ned sighing.
"The King asked us to plan this tournament My Lord Hand… regardless of whether we can afford it or not" said Varys.
"There will be no plans… until I speak to Robert" said Ned in a frustrated and stern voice.
The others looked at him in surprise as he rubbed his forehead in his hands.
"I'm sorry My Lords, I have not had much sleep for the last few days" said Ned in a slightly defeated voice.
"If there is nothing else to discuss then we should leave it there for the day" said Renly Baratheon.
Ned nodded before standing up and leaving the Small Council chambers.