House Icefyre
Pyke – 283 A.L.
Half an hour later…
Rickard was stood over the headless body of King Balon Greyjoy with Ice in one hand as his men rounded up the survivors including Victarion Greyjoy and Balon Greyjoy's surviving children Yara who was five and Theon who was two.
After watching the Pretender King of the Salt Throne kill his eldest child Rickard had flown into a rage engaging Balon Greyjoy in a swift, brutal battle which ended when he chopped the man's head off.
He turned around to see Ned kneeling next to Brandon's body with tears in his eyes as the new Overlord Jon "Greatjon" Umber who was 23 years of age standing at 7'0 tall with short black hair and a matching beard like his late Father had his hands on Ned's shoulders trying to comfort and reassure him.
After a few minutes Rickard moved over to his Son's body and knelt down next to him.
A wave of emotions washed through him but all he could do was wipe a few tears from his eyes.
"Goodbye Brandon… tell your Mother I love her when you see her" said Rickard softly.
He knew he wanted to say much more to Brandon but could not bring himself to do so.
He stood up and walked over to the three surviving Greyjoy's.
"Is this all of them?" said Rickard coldly.
Jorah Mormont who was guarding the three prisoners with Longclaw at Victarion Greyjoy's throat nodded.
The 30 year old Lord of Bear Island who assumed the position after his Father Jeor Mormont had joined the Nights Watch stood at 6'3 tall with short dark brown hair and was dressed in full dark steel plate armour.
"Yes Your Grace… Greyjoy's other Son was crushed when a tower fell on him… and his Brother Octavion died by my hand" said Jorah Mormont proudly.
Rickard nodded to him.
"Lord Umber!" shouted Rickard.
Greatjon Umber made his way over to him with one hand on the hilt of his large greatsword.
"Your Grace" said Greatjon Umber proudly.
Rickard glanced down at the dark brown haired Yara Greyjoy who was looking up at him with a mixture of anger and fear on her face.
"What is the girls name?" said Rickard sharply as he turned to Victarion Greyjoy.
The elder Greyjoy spat at the floor in front of Rickard's feet.
"Her name… is Yara, Daughter of King Balon" said Victarion spitefully.
"And the boy?" said Rickard.
"Theon… last surviving Son of King Balon" said Victarion spitefully.
Rickard nodded and turned back to Yara Greyjoy.
"The girl will come back to the North with us… to live at the Last Hearth as a hostage to ensure that you and your people never attack our coasts again… the boy too" said Rickard coldly.
He nodded to Paladin Mark Ryswell who pulled a now scared Yara to her feet and marched her over to Greatjon Umber.
"You cannot take her… she is only five!" shouted Victarion Greyjoy angrily while Theon Greyjoy looked upset and scared.
"I can and I will Greyjoy… and I will take her and the boy from here with a warning" said Rickard coldly.
He walked towards Victarion Greyjoy who spat at his feet.
"Does that make you feel good… taking a two year old boy and a five year old girl from their home?" spat Victarion Greyjoy angrily.
"Know this… if you even so much as whisper of attacking us or the Riverlands again… the children will suffer the consequences of your foolishness" said Rickard coldly as Paladin Rodrik Flint picked a screaming scared Theon up in one arm and carried him away from his Uncle.
Rickard turned around and walked away from the elder Greyjoy followed by Greatjon Umber who picked a screaming Yara up with one arm as if she were a rag doll and carried her away followed by Jorah Mormont.
"Gather our dead and load them onto the ships… then we can go home" said Rickard.
Two moons after the end of the battle on Pyke, Victarion Greyjoy was summoned to Winterfell by the King and forced to swear an oath of fealty to the Northern Kingdom which merged the Iron Islands into the Northern Kingdom. Victarion Greyjoy meanwhile was given the title of Lord of the Iron Islands though he now owed his fealty to the Winter Throne, being charged with keeping his people from reaving and raiding the North or Theon and Yara would be executed as a consequence.
Needless to say the Ironborn Lord kept his people in line following the threat against his Niece and Nephew's lives as Rickard Stark became King of the North and Iron Islands.
Barrowton – 287 A.L.
Four years later…
The now 6 year old Jon Stark sat alone on his bed in his chambers at Barrowton. He had neck length slightly curly dark brown hair and had a heartbroken look on his young face.
Jon and Barbray returned to Barrowton following Brandon's funeral at Winterfell a week after the battle on Pyke. Within days of their return Barbray had made Barrowton the permanent residence of her and Jon while Willam and Bethany Dustin were all too happy to have her and Jon at Barrowton with them.
Though being around her older Sister was not enough to heal Barbray of the grief she was suffering.
However the heartbroken look on Jon's face was because it had been two weeks since his Mother Barbray Stark succumbed to her month long battle fever at the age of 27 leaving him without both his Mother and his Father in the world.
Outside his door he could a few hear raised voices engaged in some sort of argument with each other.
"His Mother would want him to stay here" said the slightly angry voice of his Aunt Bethany Dustin.
"He is a Stark… he belongs at Winterfell" said the flat voice of his Uncle Prince Eddard Stark.
"With respect Prince Eddard… his Mother asked that he remain here under our care… we are his Aunt and Uncle" said the bitter voice of his Uncle Overlord Willam Dustin who had ruled over Barrowton since his Father's death on Great Wyk five years ago.
Silence ensued for several seconds.
"He is my Nephew just as much as he is yours… Brandon would have wanted him back at Winterfell… deep down you both know that is where he belongs" said the voice of Ned.
More silence ensued lasting even longer this time.
"Very well Prince Eddard… you can take him back to Winterfell" said the icy voice of Willam.
Jon wiped traces of tears from his eyes as he heard his door open.
He did not move as he heard footsteps walking towards him before he saw Ned kneel down in front of him with a sad look on his face.
"Oh Jon I am so sorry" said Ned placing his hand on Jon's cheek.
Jon did not react to him.
"Do you know who I am Jon?" said Ned softly as Willam and Bethany slowly walked into the doorway along with their Son Eldric and Daughter Sharra who had sad looks on their faces knowing that their Cousin would be leaving Barrowton.
Eldric was 7 years old and took after his Father in looks with short light brown hair while the 5 year old Sharra also took after her Father in looks with long light brown hair.
Ned sighed.
"The last time I saw you… you were so small I could hold you in one hand" said Ned softly.
Jon wiped more tears from his eyes.
"Are you my Uncle?" said Jon sounding a little scared.
Ned nodded.
"Yes… your Father was my older Brother… after he died your Mother asked me to stay away from the two of you so I respected her wishes… even though it hurt me greatly to do so" said Ned sadly.
Jon frowned.
"What will happen to me now?" said Jon sadly as Bethany wiped tears from her eyes.
Ned placed his hand on Jon's shoulder and glanced at the Dustin's who nodded to him.
"You will come to Winterfell with me… to live with your Father's family, my Son Robb is seven moons younger than you, and my ward Theon is three moons older than you… I am sure the three of you will become very close" said Ned softly.
Jon wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I do not want to go with you… I want to stay here" said Jon sadly.
Ned sighed and glanced at the Dustin's.
Bethany sighed.
"Let me speak to him alone" said Bethany.
Ned nodded before standing up and following Willam, Eldric and Sharra Dustin out of the room leaving Jon alone with Bethany.
She walked around the bed and wrapped him in a tight hug letting him cry into her stomach.
"Why do I have to go… I want to stay here with you Auntie" said Jon through his tears.
Bethany sighed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I know you do Little Wolf… but your Uncle wants you back at Winterfell" said Bethany sadly.
"Say no to him… tell him he cannot take me" said Jon sadly.
Bethany frowned.
"I wish I could Jon, I really do… but there is nothing me or your Uncle can do now… if Prince Eddard wants you to go with him then you have to go with him" said Bethany sadly.
She let Jon raise his head from her dress.
"Besides… it will not be a bad idea Jon… Winterfell is a beautiful castle, its where your Father grew up… and you have three Cousins there" said Bethany softly.
She stayed in the room convincing Jon for several minutes before opening the door once again.
She turned to Ned and nodded.
"He can go with you" said Bethany which caused Eldric and Sharra to run off with tears in their eyes.
Willam sighed.
"You can stay here and rest up tonight before setting off tomorrow afternoon" said Willam flatly.
Ned nodded and thanked him before walking into Jon's chambers eager to spend some more time with his Nephew.
The next day…
Jon who was sat on the back of the wagon containing a few chests and food for the eight day journey looked at the Dustin's with a sad pleading look on his face as though he was begging them to stop him from leaving.
Ned was on top of his horse in front of the wagon along with Paladin Rodrik Flint of the Wolfsguard, the long brown haired 21 year old Captain Of The Guard at Winterfell Paladin Jory Cassel and half a dozen Stark Riders while one of the Stark Guards was sat on the wagon to drive it.
The wagon set off a few minutes later where a sad Jon slowly waved goodbye to the family who helped raise him.
The Dustin's had sad looks on their faces as they watched him leave Barrowton.
The eight day journey to Winterfell was long and miserable and Ned would often try and talk to Jon and cheer him up whenever they made camp or spent the night at one of the other Northern castles.
In the end all of these talks with his Uncle made no difference with Jon as he was still upset about leaving Barrowton.
Winterfell – 287 A.L.
Eight days later…
Jon looked around the courtyard feeling awed at the sheer size of it all.
"This is so much bigger than Barrowton" thought Jon in awe as he watched Guards, Household Staff and other Guests moving around the courtyard, balcony's and castle walls.
He kept looking around the courtyard for several seconds before Ned lifted him down from the wagon.
"I will have the Guards take your things up to your chambers… you should meet your Cousins and my Ward first" said Ned softly.
Jon slowly nodded and allowed Ned to guide him around the wagon to where Jory Cassel's 19 year old Wife Bertha who served as Governess at Winterfell and had a soft freckled face and long dirty blonde hair.
She was stood next to Robb and Theon who were now 5 and 6 years old respectively, holding the hand of one young girl while holding the another younger girl in her arms.
As he got older and taller Robb was beginning to show more of his Tully side with his medium length red brown hair growing even more messy as he aged.
Theon had grown a good bit and now had short wavy sandy brown hair.
The eldest girl who was holding Bertha's hand was the 3 years old Princess Minisa Stark. Like her Mother she had dark copper red hair down her back like her Mother Catelyn while her 2 year old Sister Princess Sansa who was being held by Bertha Cassel had lighter copper red almost ginger coloured hair.
Also stood behind them was the new Commander of the Wolfsguard Paladin Mark Ryswell who was looking directly at Jon with a curious look on his face.
Paladin Ryswell had risen to the famed position following the war against the Iron Islands when the previous Commander Martyn Cassel had been killed by a crossbow to the throat when breaking down the gates at the breach of Pyke.
Jon looked down at the ground nervously as he reached his Cousins.
"Robb… Minisa… Sansa… this is Jon Stark… Son of your late Uncle Brandon Stark, he is your Cousin… and he will be living with us now" said Ned softly.
Jon slowly raised his head.
"Jon… meet your Cousins… Prince Robb, Princess Minisa and Princess Sansa… and this is my Ward Theon Greyjoy" said Ned as he gestured to each child in turn.
Jon mumbled a nervous "hello" before Ned glanced at Paladin Ryswell who nodded.
The children in front of Jon said "hello" to him before Ned placed both hands on Jon's shoulders.
"Paladin Ryswell will take you up to your chambers" said Ned softly looking down at Jon.
As Jon slowly and nervously moved towards Paladin Ryswell Ned glanced up at the balcony two stories above the courtyard.
The now 49 year old King Rickard Stark whose long brown hair and matching beard were starting to turn grey showing his age. He was looking down at the courtyard with a flat look on his face as he watched Paladin Ryswell lead Jon into the main keep followed by the Guards who were carrying two chests full of Jon's belongings.
After a few moments he turned and walked away from the balcony causing Ned to frown.
Ten minutes later…
Jon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking around at his room with a flat look on his face.
His chambers rather spacious with a large polished oak wardrobe, a dozen candles lighting the room, two matching chests, a large single bed, a small wash basin, a roaring lit hearth and a closed door that led out onto the small balcony overlooking the Godswood.
Stood by the door was Paladin Ryswell who had removed his helm and was looking at him in silence.
Several minutes passed as the Guards and Servants finished unpacking the chests Jon had brought with him from Barrowton before leaving the room.
"You look just like him you know" said Paladin Ryswell softly.
Jon turned to him.
"My Father?" said Jon curiously.
Paladin Ryswell nodded.
"Yes" said Paladin Ryswell taking a few steps towards the bed.
Jon managed a small smile.
"You knew my Father?" said Jon eagerly.
"Yes… I knew him well, he was a good man, many people including myself miss him very much" said Paladin Ryswell.
Jon fixed his eyes on him.
"Did you know my Mother as well?" said Jon eagerly.
Paladin Ryswell sighed with a sad look on his face.
"Yes… yes I knew her" said Paladin Ryswell with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Jon failed to notice this and instead leaned forwards eager to learn more.
Paladin Ryswell saw this and took a deep breath.
"Your Mother and I are-… were cousins, though she was eight years younger than me we were rather close before I took my place here on the Wolfsguard" said Paladin Ryswell solemnly.
Jon saw the sad look in his eyes and frowned.
"Sorry" said Jon sadly.
Paladin Ryswell sighed.
"Its alright… I just miss your Mother that is all" said Paladin Ryswell flatly.
He moved over to the bed and sat down next to Jon.
"What am I supposed to do now that I am here?" said Jon.
Paladin Ryswell managed a small smile and placed a supportive hand on Jon's shoulder.
"Your Uncle and I have agreed that after your ninth Name Day I would take you on as my Squire" said Paladin Ryswell.
"Can I be like you one day… to wear armour like yours?" said Jon eagerly.
Paladin Ryswell chuckled.
"If you want to serve on the Wolfsguard like I do… then you have a long way to go, and your entire young life to experience first" said Paladin Ryswell supportively.
Jon sighed and looked down at the floor once again.
"I heard Overlord Dustin had his Master At Arms teach you and your Cousin Eldric the basics of swordplay" said Paladin Ryswell with a small smile.
Jon nodded.
"I have only had an hour or two of practice" said Jon.
Paladin Ryswell nodded and squeezed Jon's shoulder gently.
"Whenever I have enough time away from my duties I will give you some lessons on swordplay" said Paladin Ryswell.
Jon's face lit up with excitement before Paladin Ryswell had to leave him to return to his duties.
Winterfell – 288 A.L
Six moons later…
Jon found himself stood in the magnificent torch lit Godswood next to Queen Lyanna Durrandon of Storms End along with her Son Gendry and Goodbrother Renly watching his Uncle Benjen and his soon to be Aunt Dacey Mormont get married under the Heart Tree.
Jon had come to love Winterfell since he had been here forming a close bond with his Cousin Robb and a civil relationship with Theon Greyjoy though there were two people who treated him with indifference or acted as if he was not there at times.
The first was his Grandfather Rickard who for reasons Jon could not understand never once looked him in the eye and would often either ignore him or refuse to be drawn into long conversations with him which would annoy or upset Ned.
The other person was Catelyn whose behaviour ranged from acting like he was invisible at the best of times and making harsh or downright nasty comments about his Parents at other times. What scared Jon slightly were her threats that if he told anyone about what she said or did to him then she would see to it that he was thrown out of the castle and sent to the Wall which made Jon quickly learn not to make her angry or displeased with him.
Jon glanced at Lyanna who looked down at him with a small smile before silently gesturing for him to turn his gaze back to the wedding.
The now 22 year old Lyanna who had risen to the Storm Throne alongside King Robert fourteen moons ago when King Steffon and Queen Cassana Durrandon died on their ship as it sailed through Shipbreaker Bay on their way back to Storms End from Volantis.
The tragic reason behind their deaths was that they had travelled to Volantis in search of Maester's and Healers who would help cure their Granddaughter Princess Shireen Durrandon of the Greyscale she had contracted as a baby though they were unable to find any such cure.
Thankfully the now 2 year old Princess Shireen would finally be cured of her Greyscale six moons later when her Father Prince Stannis Durrandon had finally found a Maester who could cure her though she was left with permanent scars on the left side of her face.
Lyanna's Son and Heir Prince Gendry Durrandon was 4 years old with short black hair and blue eyes while Prince Renly Durrandon was now 14 years old and stood at 5'8 tall with neat black hair and blue eyes of Durrandon heritage.
Jon glanced to his right where the Stark's minus Ned and Rickard were stood in the opposite crowd group including a five moon pregnant Catelyn. Ned meanwhile stood next to Benjen while Rickard was stood under the Heart Tree to officiate the wedding.
Stood to the side of Dacey was her Cousin Paladin Jorah Mormont who was to give her away to Benjen Stark.
Jon was meant to be stood with the Starks but Lyanna had insisted that he stand with her instead.
He looked towards the Heart Tree as Benjen and Dacey took each others hands and turned to face Rickard.
The High Prince Benjen Stark of Moat Cailin was now 20 years old and stood at 6'2 tall with long dark brown hair and matching stubble as he had recently trimmed his beard. He was dressed in a black House Stark tunic and breeches with a grey House Stark cloak tied around his shoulders.
His bride Dacey Mormont was 6'0 tall at 17 years of age with long light brown hair and a slightly muscular physique. She was dressed in a white northern wedding dress with dyed white bear fur stitched into the shoulders along with a brown House Mormont cloak loosely tied around her shoulders.
Rickard cleared his throat asking for silence.
Once the Godswood was silent he began to officiate the wedding.
Winterfell – 289 A.L
Fourteen moons later…
"Keep your shield up Prince Robb!" barked the Master At Arms at Winterfell Paladin Rodrik Cassel.
The younger Brother of the late Paladin Martyn Cassel was 39 years of age standing at 6'1 tall with long brown hair with hints of grey tied behind his head along with a matching goatee and sideburns. He was dressed in a dark grey tunic and breeches with a large black cloak and a grey wolf pelt around his shoulders.
The 7 year old Robb was stood in the large training yard dressed in a simple brown leather tunic and breeches holding onto a wooden training sword and small circular shield.
The 8 year old Jon was stood opposite him dressed in similar clothing also holding onto a wooden training sword and small shield as he and Robb fought each other.
Also stood in the courtyard was the 8 year old Theon Greyjoy along with several young Boys who had been sent to Winterfell to be raised alongside the Royal Family.
The tall, long black haired 11 year old Jon "Smalljon" Umber and his 8 year old short black haired Brother Mors Umber both of whom were the only Son's of Overlord Greatjon Umber. The short light brown haired 7 year old Eddard Karstark who was the youngest Son of Overlord Rickard Karstark along with his 13 year old wavy brown haired Cousin Jonothor Karstark. The 8 year old short dark brown haired Gared Mormont, Son of Jorah Mormont. The 9 year old neck length brown haired Walt Manderly who was the Grandson of Overlord Wyman Manderly. The last of the young boys was the 7 year old short black haired Jonothor Locke.
Robb glanced at Rodrik Cassel and raised his shield to block one of Jon's strikes before returning one of his own.
The two traded a few more blows back and forth before Jon knocked Robb to the ground.
Rodrik Cassel managed an approving nod before he looked up at the balcony with a flat look on his face.
He quickly glanced back at Jon for a moment before looking up at the balcony once again and nodding his head.
Jon and the other Boys looked up at the balcony.
Rickard was stood on the balcony looking down at them.
Jon let out a small gulp before he helped Robb to his feet.
As he did he saw Rickard send him a small brief nod before walking along the balcony out of sight.
Once he was gone Rodrik Cassel straightened up.
"Greyjoy… Locke, your next" said Rodrik Cassel sternly.
Jon and Robb walked back to the others as Theon and Jonothor Locke stepped out of the crowd to train.
They continued to train for the next hour before walking into the great hall as a group for lunch.
Five days later…
"I am scared Uncle… I do not want to be down here" said Jon sounding scared as he glanced around the dark stone Winterfell Crypts.
Ned squeezed his hand tightly as he lit their way with the flaming torch in his other hand while Paladin Rodrik Flint followed the pair of them.
"You have nothing to fear down here Jon" said Ned as he lit a few of the torches on the wall.
Jon kept glancing around in fear as Ned carried on leading him down the stairs and round the corners of the crypts.
After a few more minutes Ned brought them to a halt and lit a few of the torches around them illuminating the statue of Brandon Stark stood up with both hands on a sword which was pointed at the stone tomb in between his feet.
Jon looked up at the statue curiously as Ned used the torch to light a few candles around the statues feet though the large amount of dried up wax around the candles showed that they had been used several times before now.
"Who is that?" said Jon curiously as he looked the statue up and down.
Ned frowned slightly as he remained silent for several seconds.
"That's your Father" said Ned regretfully.
Jon turned around to look at Ned for several moments before turning back to the statue with a heartbroken look on his face.
"You are old enough to see this now… but you must never come down here on your own, not until you are older… if you want to come down here then you must have an escort" said Ned solemnly.
Jon nodded and kept his eyes on the statue with a wave of mixed emotions running through his body.
Half an hour later…
"Uncle… why am I not a Prince like Robb, was my Father not a Prince like you?" said Jon curiously.
Ned sighed and looked down at Jon as the two were walking back through the crypts.
"Your Father was a Prince yes… but he gave that title and his rights to Winterfell up when he married your Mother" said Ned solemnly.
"Why would he do that?" said Jon.
"Because he loved your Mother… he gave his title and claim up so he could live a more simple life with her" said Ned with a sigh.
Jon frowned.
"Would I be able to become a Prince like Robb?" said Jon eagerly.
Ned frowned and knelt down in front of Jon placing his hand on his shoulder.
"That decision would be up to the King… not me… but you do not need a title of Prince to make something of your life Jon… your Father might not have had much, but he and your Mother had their own castle near Barrowton while he held a position of advisor to Overlord Dustin" said Ned suppressing the bigger reason why he could not make Jon a Prince.
Jon frowned before Ned tilted his Nephew's chin up.
"You might not be a Prince Jon… but that does not mean you are any less important than Robb… titles do not make men Jon, actions make men" said Ned supportively.
Jon nodded as Ned stood up and took his hand once again before guiding him towards the exit of the crypts.
Winterfell – 291 A.L.
Two years later…
The now 11 year old Jon was sat on his bed in his chambers with several candles and his hearth illuminating the room reading a book titled "History Of The Wolfsguard" by Maester Garrick.
His curly dark brown hair now reached down to his shoulders and he was developing a slightly stocky build for his age thanks to the rigorous daily training he was receiving from Paladin Ryswell which started when he became the Man's Squire two days after his ninth Name Day.
As he read his book in silence he heard a single bell toll three times around Winterfell which could only mean one thing.
King Rickard Stark was dead.
The sickness which had kept him confined to his chambers for two weeks had finally claimed his life.
Now Ned would rise to the Winter Throne with Catelyn by his side.
Jon frowned feeling sad about his Grandfather's death despite the non-existent relationship the two had.
Winterfell – 291 A.L
One and a half weeks later…
Jon and the now 10 year old Theon were stood near the end of the hall away from the rest of the Starks at Catelyn's insistence as Ned and Catelyn walked arm in arm between two columns of Northerner Lords, Ladies and their children towards the Winter Throne.
Following close behind the two were the seven Wolfsguard led by Paladin Ryswell.
Paladin's Rodrik Flint, Wylis Manderly, Ethan Glover, Owen Norrey, Donnel Locke and Theo Wull.
Ned was dressed in a fancy brown leather tunic, breeches, a dark grey wolf pelt and black cloak while Catelyn was dressed in a dark green Northern style dress with a proud look on her face.
Also stood near Jon were the children of the Winterfell Household Staff including the Steward Vayon Poole's 7 year old Daughter Jeyne, Rodrik Cassel's 6 year old Daughter Beth, Jory Cassel's 4 year old Son Martyn and Barth the Brewer's 8 year old Daughter Walla.
Stood opposite them surrounded by a few House Umber Guards and Smalljon Umber was the now 13 year old Yara Greyjoy who was dressed in a dark grey tunic and breeches and had long dark brown hair with a chiselled face like her Father.
The rather displeased Ironborn girl had been betrothed to Smalljon Umber in an effort to keep her in the North permanently while Theon was permitted to return to the Iron Islands after his 18th Name Day where he would take up his Lordship.
As was expected of him the frosty looking Lord Victarion Greyjoy was stood near the back of the throne room as he was supposed to re-swear his fealty to Ned as part of the agreement signed with the late Rickard Stark.
The rest of the Winterfell Starks were stood in the same column as Jon though they were closer to the throne with proud happy looks on their faces.
The now 9 year old Prince Robb was stood closest to the Throne with his siblings at his side in order of age.
The now 7 year old Princess Minisa, 6 year old Princess Sansa, 4 year old, long brown haired Princess Arya and the 10 moon old, red brown haired Prince Brandon who was being held by Bertha Cassel.
Stood opposite the Stark children in the other column was the High Prince and High Princess Benjen and Dacey Stark of Moat Cailin along with their 2 year old long light brown haired Daughter Princess Melaro Stark.
Ned took a deep breath before sitting down on the Winter Throne with a serious look on his face as the Wolfsgaurd took up half circle formations around the throne.
He glanced up at the 36 year old, long brown haired Overlord Rickard Karstark briefly as he approached him with the Winter Crown in his hands.
As the Karstark Overlord placed the Winter Crown on Ned's head two Guards placed a chair beside it for Catelyn to use.
Once she was sat down Rickard Karstark placed the Queen's coronet on her head before stepping back into the crowd as Maester Othyl stepped out of the crowd and took up position in front of Paladin Ryswell to address the crowd.
"King Eddard and Queen Catelyn… the King and Queen of the North and the Iron Islands" said Maester Othyl proudly.
Jon and the others knelt down on one knee or bowed as several Lord's and members of their families drew their swords and pointed them at the floor.
"The King and Queen of the North!" were the words that rang out around the throne room.
After a few seconds Jon stood up with the rest of the Northerners while some pointed their swords in the air as they kept chanting "The King and Queen of the North".
Several moments later Ned held up his hand slightly to silence the chants and call for Oaths of Fealty from his Lords.