Totally forgot to add the Reach families I had intended. Let's just pretend I introduced Olenna Tyrell, Mace Tyrell, Loras and Margeary Tyrell as well as Davos, as I was always having Davos, and call it even? I'll be as quick as I can with updates, but may take a while. Already began work on the Baelor chapter, skipped to it as I had some ideas, just the Aemon reveal so far, but happy with it's progress.
Some bits I'll be using book knowledge for, as I hate how the show skimped on lore, but for most of it, will be show accurate, so I'll be calling them the White Walkers, instead of the Others as the books do.
"So, what do we do now?" Robb Stark asked as Theon and Jaime were returned to their seats with grunts.
"I suppose, we watch this show, listen to what it tells us, and change the future?" Sam asked, looking around at the disbelieving looks on many faces, and trying to shy away from the scoffs of some of the more noble lords.
They all turned to the screen to show the Wall, and three Rangers riding beyond the Wall.
"That's Waymar Royce." Petyr supplied. "He joined the Watch as he stood no chance to inherit in his Father's lands."
"I recognise the other two." Ned stated. "They've been part of the Watch for a few years now."
"Why do we need to see the ranging of some thieves?" Stannis ground out.
"I wager whatever it is, it isn't going to be good news for us." Ser Davos replied.
The Rangers rode their horses out into the icy cold of the Haunted Forest, before it focuses on the youngest, dismounting his horse and sneaking up on a Wildling camp, only to see them all dead, many decapitated, their bodies spread out like a design.
"By the Gods, why would Wildlings do that to their own?" Robert asked, shocked at the sight. He didn't know much about the Wildlings, they weren't in his realm, but that was still a gruesome sight, even to a man who had fought in several wars and taken many lives.
"I'm not sure." Ned said. "I've never heard of Wildlings doing this."
"It does seem odd." Jon Arryn stated.
He rode back to inform the others, Waymar was dismissive, as the Ranger protested that Wildlings don't do this, the other one told them they should head back, they had found the Wildlings and that was that. Royce demanded they got back on their horses, or they could head South, and he would have them beheaded as deserters, if he didn't catch them himself.
"A good man, knows his place and his duty." Robert nodded.
"A bit too eager to see his sworn brothers betray their vows." Jon noted.
"That's the way of the world, boy." Oberyn scoffed. "Men hate one another, they lie and betray one another, their family, their friends, their King."
"Careful with the next word out of your mouth, Martell." Selmy warned him.
"I would treat lightly, Ser Barristan." Doran warned, speaking up. "Remember, we cannot harm one another here, we saw that with the Kingslayer and the Greyjoy boy. But you were also sworn to Aerys Targaryen, to serve him. You know they were traitors."
"Maybe, but now they rule, and my place, as it is with the rest of Westeros, is to serve the Iron Throne." Barristan simply replied.
"Can we all please get back on with this?" Mace Tyrell asked. "I, for one, are missing a very delicious meal for this."
"Figures." Jaime snorted under his breath, making sure only Cersei and Tyrion heard him. Cersei scowled as Tyrion grinned.
The three trekked back to the sight, just to set it clear, without a trace of blood.
"Now, we all know we saw that." Tywin's eyes widened. The man was no fool, if he saw it, it happened. What was going on in the North?
"Maybe the boy got addled, went to the wrong place?" Renly questioned.
"Perhaps, Lord Renly." Edmure Tully supplied.
Royce and the older ranger dismissed the younger to search further afield as they searched, the older found a bloody stump under the snow, as Royce demanded to know what it was, a large figure appeared behind him, his eyes glowing an icy blue. Royce turned as a sword flashed, the sound of slicing, and returning to the other sole ranger, a distant scream.
"What is that?!" Doran Martell asked, shock over his face.
"An unholy creature." Olenna Tyrell said, eyes glued to the images before her.
"Father, what is that?" Bran questioned Ned, who had a dark look over his face at the sight.
"That looks exactly like what the old tales call a White Walker." Ned grimly confirmed, the Southron Lords, having no clue of such things Beyond the Wall, all sat there, petrified at his words.
"How do we stop such things?" Robert asked, a gleam in his eyes as he thought back to past conquests, and how a war against such things would be the perfect thing to quell any possible unrest in his lands.
"The knowledge of how the First Men did it has been lost to the ages, beyond some folklore and tall tales, I know not." Ned admitted sadly.
"That must be what this is all for, showing us about the threat, and eventually how to stop it!" Samwell Tarly exclaimed.
"Who are you, again?" Jon Arryn asked him kindly.
"Samwell Tarly, eldest son of Lord Randall Tarly."
"Ah, a Tarly, eh?" Robert boomed, looking the fat boy over with a disbelieving gaze. "Aye, your father is a true warrior, a fighter to the last, the only man to ever best me in battle, although I'll deny that outside of here, but you, you look like a pig in a tunic!"
Most of the lords laughed as Sam curled into himself, Jon, Arya and Tyrion all looked somewhat disapproving of this, as did the Martells.
"So, how do we deal with this?" Daenerys asked timidly.
"Together, I suppose, young one." Davos told her kindly. "Together, Westeros can do anything."
The other two rangers caught up to one another, as the White Walker decapitated the eldest, and threw his head to the youngest, who fell to his knees, defeated as the screen cut to black, before reopening with the sounds of an approaching cavalry charge. It showed the Banners of House Stark as men on horseback surrounded the youngest Ranger, looking wild and dishevelled.
"The fate of all who break their oaths." Stannis said with a nod of approval. It was time for this man, no matter what he had seen, to face his due for abandoning his post.
The scene changed to show a rider approach Winterfell, as Bran fired an arrow and missed, before Jon told him to go again, that their Father was watching, as was Bran's mother.
"Boys." Ned said, warningly, as Robb and Jon looked down sadly.
"Sorry, Bran." They both chimed in.
"Ha, let them have it out, they're growing boys!" Robert told Ned.
"It isn't wise to foster resentment between siblings, Your Grace." Cat interjected.
"Nonsense, Cat!" Robert rebutted.
"Why do you say his mother?" Myrcella asked Jon.
"I'm a bastard, I'm not a Stark. Not truly." Jon said bitterly.
It showed Sansa and Arya stitching, Sansa being praised for her needlework by the Septa, as Arya listened to the sounds of the practise outside.
"Why don't you try harder, Arya?" Cat asked her youngest daughter gently, as Arya scoffed.
"I'd make a much better boy than a girl." Arya grumbled, crossing her arms.
"Women shouldn't be fighters." Mace Tyrell stated.
"You've never been to Dorne then." Oberyn laughed. "Many of our strongest warriors are women. You would be welcome to come and learn the craft of fighting sometime, little wolf." He smiled at Arya, who beamed back.
The screen changed to Bran missing again, Jon, Rickon and Robb laughing before Ned chastised them, as Jon and Robb gave him tips, the centre of the target was hit, showing Bran had still not fired his arrow. Looking over, he saw Arya, bow in hand, who gave a mock bow before Bran began to chase her around the courtyard.
"That was very impressive, Stark." Jaime nodded in respect as Arya grinned.
"Indeed, truly impressive." Barristan Selmy confirmed.
"Can't you stop showing off?" Bran asked Arya with a frown.
Ned turned as Rodrick Cassel approached, to tell him they had caught a Nights Watch deserter. Ned turned to Theon, stood with them, and told him to get his sons to saddle their horses. Cat asked if they had too, Ned and Rodrick told her that the law is the law.
"It's a dark business, but we do what we must." Jon Arryn turned to assure his sister-in-law. "I know Ned will make it quick for the lad, if it's any consolation."
"But what about the White Walkers?" Bran asked.
"I can only hope that he warns this version of me, and that I listen." Ned stated.
Ned then stated Bran was to come, and he wouldn't be a boy forever. Jon began to pack up the equipment, as Cat glared down at him, hatred in her face.
"Why do you hate Jon so much, mother?" Arya asked, crossing her arms.
"It's complicated, Arya." Jon said, trying to defuse tensions, as Cat glared at him even now.
"Because he's a constant reminder of your father betraying me." Cat spat.
The deserter was marched to a log, telling Ned he saw the White Walkers, and was sorry, before Ned passed the sentence and took off his head. Bran went to look away, before Jon made him look, telling him Ned would know if he didn't.
"You're a monster, making him watch that." Sansa told Jon, who looked down.
"You know he would make Bran watch, it isn't Jon's fault at all." Robb rebuked her.
As they rode back to Winterfell, they came across a dead Stag and a Direwolf, before finding Direwolf pups, deciding as the symbol of House Stark, it was a sign from the Old Gods, and to keep them. Theon gave Jon the runt, telling him it was the runt of the litter, like he was.
"Oi!" Robb glared at Theon, who raised his hands in surrender.
"I meant nothing by it, Stark, I'm sure." Theon replied.
"See that you don't." Ned told his ward sternly, who nodded, dipping his head.
Balon Greyjoy just stared with ill-concealed hate at how much of a greenlander his son had become.
The scene changed to Kings Landing, and the body of Jon Arryn lying in state.
Much of the room had a state of shock, seeing the old lord, so long a staple of Westerosi politics, lying dead on the table.
Jon Arryn himself simply sighed, nodded his head, and told them all to continue before Ned and Robert especially could work themselves up over the issue.
Cersei and Jaime were discussing his death, and how Jon may have exposed their secret, Jaime stating if Robert knew, they'd both be dead by now. Jaime then said Robert would choose someone else whilst he remained a fool.
"What secret?" Robert bellowed at his wife and his Kingsguard, who both looked in shock and fear at him.
"Robert, dearest, I have no idea." Cersei smoothly lied. Stannis, Ned and Jon pursed their lips at this, whilst Robert looked appeased, for the moment.
"You call the King a fool?" Renly chuckled. "You're a braver man than most, Ser Jaime."
"I don't believe His Grace is a fool." Jaime said, glowering at Renly as he spoke, wondering how he could slice up the King's annoying brother without blame returning to him. "My other self is clearly an idiot."
Cersei told Jaime he should be Hand, Jaime said he would rather not.
"Well, I can't fault that reasoning." Varys tittered as Baelish smirked. Nor could he, the Hand was usually incompetent, idiotic or both.
The scene moved back to Winterfell, with Cat carrying a letter to find Ned polishing Ice in the Godswood, telling him after all these years, she still felt like an outsider in the North.
"Cat, you're not an outsider." Ned told her gently as she scoffed.
"I feel like one still Ned. Our children may be of the North, but I still keep to the Southron Gods, the Northern ones, they feel strange and hostile to me."
"Perhaps you just need to give them a chance." Robb told her.
"The Old Gods and the New ones can both be there for you, you just need to let them be." Sansa told her mother. She was of the opinion herself that the New ones were the ones to worship, but she wouldn't abandon the Old Gods for no good reason herself.
Cat broke the news to Ned that Jon was dead, before telling him that the King was heading to Winterfell. Ned said there was only one thing the King wanted if he was heading all the way North.
"Yes, Dammit Ned, if Jon died, I want you as my Hand." Robert told him. "You better accept if I do go all the way to your Gods forsaken winter wasteland for it as well!"
"There are other options, closer to home, Your Grace." Varys piped up. "Lord Lannister would be capable, if not, Lord Stannis, perhaps?"
"I'll not have anyone other than Ned!" Robert cried.
"Jon isn't dead, and Gods willing, he won't be for a great many years still." Ned pointed out as Jon Arryn nodded gratefully to his former ward and close friend.
Jon asked why they had to be groomed for the King, Theon claiming it was probably for the Queen. Robb noted how he heard Joffrey was a right prick, with Theon saying to think of all the girls Joffrey gets to bed. They then toss Jon to the barber, telling him to shear him good, how Jon never met a girl he loves more than his own hair.
"Why do you not find any of the local girls attractive, Snow?" Theon teased him. "Not even all those brothel whores, like beautiful Ros?"
"I don't want to make a child suffer like I have in my childhood." Jon said quietly, yet was still heard by many. "I will never father a bastard."
Cat scoffed and Theon rolled his eyes, as the Stark children looked sadly at the young boy they all considered to be their full brother.
Ned just swallowed, hoping nobody was paying too much attention to Jon and anything he said. He felt sad for the boy, that he couldn't reveal the truth to him, but he swore to himself, one day, he would.
The Royal procession approaches Winterfell on screen, Bran, from the parapets, watches then climbs down all the walls, rushing to get there just in time. Cat catches him and makes him promise not to climb the walls again, which Bran, reluctantly does. Arya is then seen in a helmet, rushing to get to the others as the procession passes by, before Ned takes the helmet off of her and hands it to Rodrick, who puts it behind his back for the presentation.
"He won't keep that promise." Oberyn chuckled.
"You will, won't you, Bran?" Cat turned to her son sternly, as Bran gulped and nodded.
First a Kingsguard rides in, then Joffrey and Sandor Clegane, Sansa and Joffrey smiling at one another as they ride in. Robb looked at Sansa before glaring at Joffrey. Suddenly, everyone fell to a knee as Robert rode into the courtyard.
"Long live the King." Doran muttered dryly to his brother, who snorted to hide a laugh before smirking at Stannis, who he caught glaring at the two Martells.
Robert got off of his horse and gestured for Ned to rise, saying Ned had gotten fat. Ned cast a glance at Robert's gut with a look before the two men laughed and hugged, the rest of Winterfell rising to their feet. Robert then walked down the line, meeting the Stark kids, as Arya rattled off to Sansa who everyone was and asked where "The Imp" was.
"Ha! Never change, Ned!" Robert grinned at his oldest friend, who smiled back.
"I'm sorry, Lord Tyrion." Arya ground out, after being prodded by Sansa and Cat, addressing the youngest Lannister, who seemed wholly unaware of what Arya had said on screen.
"No offence taken, young Wolf." Tyrion said, after being informed. "I've been called a great deal worse from many much older than you."
Ned and Cat bowed to Cersei, before Robert demanded Ned accompany him to the crypts, so he could pay his respects. Arya asked again where the Imp was, as Cersei also asked Jaime.
"You will only torture yourself, Robert." Jon Arryn warned him as Robert sighed.
"I know."
Ned and Robert discussed Jon dying and their youths, spent raised at the Eyrie together. Robert said how Jon set him on the straight path, before telling Ned it wasn't Jon's fault he didn't listen to him. He then asked Ned to serve as his Hand, saying it wasn't an honour, he needed someone he could trust.
"You never did listen to anyone other than yourself, did you, Robert?" Jon Arryn asked him as Robert chuckled.
"Not your fault I didn't, Jon. You know that." He smiled at his father figure. "I do need people I can trust, I can't rule, not on my own, I need those around me I can rely on."
The scene changed to show Tyrion drinking in a brothel, discussing the Royal visit, as the whores teased him, saying much about rumours around Tyrion, before telling him they had been expecting his visit, as he grinned at them. Jaime then came in and told Tyrion to hurry up, they were needed, before telling the rest of the whorehouse to go into the room with Tyrion, Tyrion yelling at him to close the door.
"Ah, thank you, brother." Tyrion grinned at Jaime who grinned back, whilst Cersei glared at Tyrion and his debauchery.
"Whatever it takes to get you to the feast faster, brother." Jaime said with a wry grin.
The scene changed back to the crypt, as Robert paid his respects to Lyanna, telling Ned that he still loved her, yet he couldn't even remember her face now. Though he dreamt every night of the Battle of the Trident, of killing Rhaegar Targaryen, how it was never enough times. Ned told him how the Targaryens were gone, as Robert told him "Not all of them."
"What was Rhaegar like?" Dany asked suddenly, speaking up. "All I know is what Viserys told me over the years."
Ned noticed Rob was about to open his mouth, he could see the anger building in his old friend at the question, and went to head it off, when another voice spoke up.
"Rhaegar Targaryen, he was a complex man. He did some bad things, such as kidnapping Lyanna Stark, but he was a kind soul, beloved by the lords and small folk alike until the Rebellion, had he taken the Regency up, he would likely have been a very popular ruler." Barristan Selmy stated, as Tywin Lannister nodded at that. That sounded like the young Prince he had liked.
"He was a snake, he betrayed his wife, and his children, to run off with a Northern whore and ruin the Kingdoms." Oberyn sneered as Ned and Robert both rose to their feet, enraged.
"HOLD YOUR TONGUE, DORNISH SNAKES!" Robert boomed, as the Kingsguard also stood, looking warily at the two Martells.
"Apologise, or once we are out of here, you and I will cross blades." Ned snarled at Oberyn, who smiled before nodding his head.
"I apologise for my temper, Lord Stark." Oberyn eventually said, as Ned sat down warily, glaring at Oberyn still. Robert growled but also sat down, remembering he wouldn't be able to hurt the damn Dornish...yet.
"Are you satisfied with the answer, Princess?" Doran spoke quietly to Daenerys, who nodded, shocked. Robert's eyes darkened further, hearing the Targaryen addressed as Princess. Could he even rely on the Dornish, should her dragon-spawn brother try return?
The scene cut to show Daenerys on a balcony, before revealing they were in Pentos. She stared out at the Narrow Sea before being called, turning, she saw Viserys enter the room, greeting the bride to be, and offering her a tunic that Illyrio had given her.
"So, you're in Pentos, are you?" Robert grinned, thinking already of how the Seven Kingdoms united, the Free City wouldn't stand a chance, and he would say the last Dragons himself.
Dany said nothing, looking down in fear.
Viserys mentions he's a gracious host, Daenerys notes in over a year, he hasn't asked them for anything. Viserys tells her how he's no fool, when Viserys takes the Iron Throne, he won't forget Illyrio's generosity.
"That snake." Mace Tyrell growled, hoping to ingratiate himself to Robert, who nodded without looking to see who said it, too caught up in his own fury at Pentos harbouring the Targaryens.
"Does your brother genuinely believe he can win the Throne?" Jon Arryn asked Daenerys softly, who jerked her head into a nod.
"Magister Illyrio has been good to us, but he fills Viserys' head with promises and soothings, telling us we will be welcomed back with opens arms. Seeing the reaction of the room to me, I know they're all lies." Daenerys told him sadly.
Daenerys stood there in resignation as Viserys made her strip and fondled her, before stopping himself going too far. He asked her to be perfect for him that day, as she stood there silently, he threatened her, threatening to awake the Dragon.
"He's a filthy pig!" Arya called out, scandalised, as most of the men in the room also looked furious, for varying reasons.
"Has he ever touched you like that before?" Ned asked her, eyes understanding as she nodded.
"He has told me many times of our family history. If he had his way, he would be marrying me himself." Dany told them.
"Filthy dragon-spawn." Robert growled. "When we get out of here, I'll be taking my warhammer and finishing what I started all those years ago, before the boy can think to even piss in my direction!"
"The armies of Westeros will ensure he never sits on the Iron Throne." Several of the great Lords voiced their agreement, Viserys Targaryen, even in a few moments, was showing himself to have been cursed with his father's madness. They would never follow him.
"Please, don't kill my brother!" Dany begged, she saw what he was like on screen, that was just Viserys, how he had always been. She couldn't let these strange men plot to kill him, no matter her own personal misgivings with him.
Viserys told her when they write the history of his reign, they will say it began that day. Daenerys then climbed into a scalding hot bath, her handmaid saying it was too hot, as she entered, seemingly unaffected by the heat.
"How did that not burn you?" Sansa asked, shocked.
"I'm a Targaryen." Dany said simply, as if that answered everything.
"Of course!" Jon Arryn said, slapping his forehead as he just remembered. "There are legends, I guess this proves the truth, the blood of Old Valyria allows heightened resistance to heat. I would not be surprised if anyone closely related to the Targaryen's could withstand more heat."
Jon frowned at that, heat never seemed to affect him as much, was his mother related to the Targaryen's in some way?
Viserys and Daenerys then stood with Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos, Viserys asked where he was, and Illyrio told him the Dothraki were not known for being punctual.
"What are the Dothraki coming there for?" Tywin Lannister spoke up, not liking to not know the comings and goings of the world.
"I am to be wed to Khal Drogo." Dany told them as they gaped.
"I've heard of him before, he's a strong savage, has won many battles, if my memory serves." Baelish told them.
"Indeed, he has never been bested in battle." Varys informed everyone.
"The Targaryen spawn must be seeking an alliance." Stannis ground out, worrying many of the gathered Lords.
The Dothraki rode in as Illyrio introduced Viserys as the rightful King of Westeros, as Viserys told Daenerys that his hair was long, as Khal Drogo had never lost a battle and Daenerys would be his Queen. Suddenly, after inspecting Daenerys, the Dothraki turned and rode away. Viserys asked if they were disappointed by her, Illyrio assured him, if they were, they would know.
"So, they're marrying you off to him?" Arya asked the older girl, who nodded.
"Yes, it will be a great honour for my brother." Daenerys stated. It wasn't like she had much choice in the matter regardless, she may as well do what will make her brother happy.
Illyrio told Viserys before long he would cross the Narrow Sea and take back his fathers throne, that the people of Westeros drank quietly to his health, that he would have the peoples backing and love when he returned to Westeros.
"No, he doesn't." Dany said softly, having seen the reactions of those gathered in the room to her brother already. The Targaryen's had burnt their bridges in Westeros, she wasn't going to be welcomed back as their Queen, not by all of them. Viserys would come here, army at his back or not, and demand fealty, and he would die for it, she could tell now. These great men of Westeros, they would kill Viserys or die trying.
Viserys told Illyrio he knew how to play Drogo, he would give Drogo a Queen and Drogo would give Viserys an army. Daenerys finally spoke up, saying she didn't want to be his Queen. She just wanted to go home. Viserys told her they couldn't, not without the backing of Khal Drogo's army. He then told her that he would let Khal Drogo's entire army, all 40,000 men and their horses fuck her if that achieved it.
"He's as bad as his Father." Robert growled.
'He can't be allowed to ever sit the throne, if he would threaten his own sister like that, he would ruin the realm.' Varys thought to himself, frowning at the screen. It seemed Viserys was a dead rubber.
The scene changed back to Winterfell, and Sansa asking if Joffrey will like her, and that if she is to be betrothed to Joffrey, why should they wait to be married. Cat explained Ned hadn't said yes yet, but Sansa asked why wouldn't he, he would have power and make her happy to be the future Queen.
"You're really acting spoilt." Arya teased her sister.
"Shut up, Arya!" Sansa said, face turning red at the thought of all of these powerful people knowing about her feelings.
The scene changed to show the feast, Robert kissing a whore drunkenly, as Cersei sadly looked on, before changing to show Jon, practising alone in the courtyard, as Benjen Stark rode up, asking if he was dead yet, before Jon and Benjen embraced.
"Uncle Benjen is coming to visit?" The Stark kids and Jon asked excitedly. It had been a few years since they had seen their Uncle, and they all missed him.
"A good man, your brother." Robert told Ned. "Does his duty for the Realm, by defending the Wall. He's their chief recruiter, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's a Ranger and works for recruiting new men to the Watch." Ned stated.
Benjen said he was there so they didn't have to suffer the Lannister's alone, and asked why Jon wasn't at the feast. Jon explained how Cat thought seating a bastard at the table may upset the Royal family, before Benjen said Jon was always welcome on the Wall, they needed more men, and Jon asked him if he could join up with him then. Benjen said he didn't know what he would be giving up, and they would discuss it later, as he left to join the feast.
"An evening with my family is an honour to the Starks." Jaime said dryly, as Cersei smiled and Tywin frowned at his son's crass behaviour.
"Behave, boy." Tywin told Jaime quietly, who flushed at the rebuking.
"What does he mean, giving up?" Jon asked his father.
"Men at the Wall have no family, nothing. You would be throwing your entire life away, joining up at such a young age, without having lived and experienced any of the world first, he means."
Jon heard a question and turned to see Tyrion, Jon asked what he was doing, Tyrion said preparing for their family dinner and saying he always wanted to see the Wall. Jon said he was the Queen's brother, Tyrion dryly remarked it was his biggest achievement, and Jon was Ned Stark's Bastard.
"You're very blunt." Arya told Tyrion bluntly who laughed.
"I see I'm with a kindred spirit then here, young Wolf." He told her with a grin and a wink as Arya smiled back. He seemed nice, even if his relatives seemed a bit haughty.
He apologised for offending him, but told him not to be ashamed of it, it was what he was, use it as a suit of armour against the world, like he did with his dwarfism, if you make it apart of you, it could not be used to hurt you. Jon asked what he knew about it, Tyrion told him that all dwarves were bastards in their Father's eyes.
"You make a strong case, as weird as it is." Ned told Tyrion.
"In what way, Lord Stark?" Tyrion asked, intrigued as to what the older man thought he meant.
"The way you use what is at first glance your greatest disadvantage into a strength. It's something I agree that Jon should try and use."
"You think you're a bastard in your father's eyes?" Jon asked Tyrion softly.
"I know he sees me that way." Tyrion said, Tywin said nothing, merely furrowing his brow.
Benjen and Ned talked about the deserter, Ned dismissing the missing Rangers as a Wildling ambush, Benjen stated it may be, but with direwolves South of the Wall, talk of Walkers and Ned as Hand of the King, Winter was definitely coming.
"Well we know they're real now, and we will have to work out a way to stop them." Ned said, worried what would happen to his other self and the Kingdom, not knowing what was happening.
Cat spoke to Cersei, trying to distract her from watching Robert, as Sansa was presented to her, Cersei remarked how beautiful Sansa was, and how she would have to make poems and sing for the Queen in the future, as Sansa walked away, she glanced at Joffrey, who smiled at her.
"Ah, they'll have a happy reign together." Robert said, Ned felt uneasy.
Cersei simply glared from the area that the Lannisters had all gathered into. She remembered the prophecy all too well, she had to do something to derail this Stark girl before she cast Cersei down and took all she held dear from her.
Ned was then accosted by Jaime, who stated it would be good to fight Ned in a tourney, as the competition was stale, Ned responded he didn't fight in tournaments, when he fought, he didn't want his enemy to know what he could do beforehand. Jaime remarked it was well said, as the screen changed to Arya throwing food at Sansa before Robb grabbed Arya and marched her out of the hall.
"Thank you, Robb." Cat nodded to her eldest son.
"You think you could take me, Lannister?" Ned asked with a keen eye. He knew better than to rise to the challenge of the Kingslayer, Ned wasn't too bad with a sword, but he knew he wasn't the equal to Jaime. Only Barristan may stand a chance against him.
"Oh, I reckon I could take you, Stark." Jaime said. "I don't see a man alive who could stand against me in a melee."
"I'd take that wager." Oberyn Martell said with a wry grin. He would definitely be up for it.
Ned and Cat discussed the offer from Robert in bed, Ned saying he belonged in the North, Cat stating she would tell him off and keep Ned there. They were interrupted by Maester Luwin, telling them they had received a letter from the Eyrie, that Lysa had returned there as she feared for her life, stating the Lannisters had Jon Arryn killed.
"THEY HAD JON KILLED?!" Robert boomed. "I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD, LANNISTER!" He roared at Tywin, who merely raised an unconcerned eyebrow.
"If I had the Hand of the King killed, Your Grace, I would not allow it to be traced back to me. As for my children, I believe earlier in the video showed they didn't know how he died, merely stating that he had some future secret of theirs he took to the grave."
"We do have no proof about anything in these recordings so far, Your Grace." Jon Arryn counselled Robert. "It would be wise not to offend our subjects and allies."
"I guess." Robert grumbled, turning back to the screen. Jon Arryn offered an apologetic look to Tywin, who simply nodded.
Ned had said how she was mad with grief, Cat explained she wouldn't say it unless it were true, Luwin interjected if the Lannisters were plotting, Ned would be needed in the South, Cat tried to argue that the last time a Stark went South on a King's order, they died. Luwin told them it was a different time, a different King.
"A Targaryen King." Robert growled, glaring at Dany, who tried to sink into her seat.
The scene changed to Pentos again and Daenerys' wedding, Daenerys and Drogo were presented with gifts, watching the fighting and fucking of the wedding party, Viserys asked Illyrio when would he meet with Drogo to discuss their plans, Illyrio told him it would come soon enough. Viserys watched Illyrio clap a death, before being told a Dothraki wedding is considered dull without at least three deaths, as Viserys grinned.
"Bloodthirsty savages." Cersei raised her nose at it all as Jaime grinned.
"I'd like to see that." Arya called out, as Sansa shushed her.
As Daenerys watched, an Andal man approached with a gift of his own for the couple, introducing himself as Jorah Mormont, saying he served Aerys and Gods be good he would always serve the rightful King, nodding to Viserys, who nodded back.
"Who is that?" Daenerys asked, seeing the looks of disgust some of the Lords gave as she was greeted on the screen.
"Jorah Mormont." Ned spat after a moment. "He was the Lord of Bear Island, one of my Bannermen, and he fought against your father as a young man, but I caught him selling men as slaves and he fled before he could be executed for his crimes. I guess Pentos is where he's fled too."
"When I sail there to deal with them, we will drag him back to Westeros in chains." Robert promised Ned as Varys sweated in the background, Baelish noticing that with a keen eye and a smirk.
Illyrio then presented his gift, three dragon eggs, turned to stone by the ages, but pretty to look at still.
"They look amazing." Bran remarked as Dany smiled.
"Yeah, I think they look nice too."
Drogo then walked off, before presenting a white horse as his own gift to Daenerys for their wedding. She asked Jorah how to say thank you in Dothraki, as he explained there was no way to say it. The scene moves on to their wedding night, and how Drogo forcefully undresses Daenerys, even as she begs and cries.
"I don't want to marry him." Dany said, looking horrified at the sight of her future.
"You won't have too." Ned promised her. He had felt sorry for the girl after meeting her, and if he could help her out, he would.
Ned tells Robert he will take the position, as the procession begins to leave Winterfell for a hunt.
"Thank you, Ned, thank you." Robert told him with a smile.
Bran is seen climbing the towers again, until he hears moans in the window of the tower. Heading to it, he sees a man and a woman having sex. The man is Jaime Lannister. The woman is the Queen, Cersei Lannister, his sister.
"What. The. Fuck." Several voices rang out.
"KINGSLAYER!" Robert roared in rage, rising to his feet before being frozen in place.
Jaime and Cersei looked at one another then simply chose to glare at the others in the room, daring them to say something, anything.
Everyone just looked too shocked to say anything, horrified by the scene before them. The scene continued before anyone else could chime in, although they knew it would likely boil over before too long.
Cersei notices Bran and Jaime grabs the boy before he can escape, he asks Bran how old he is as Cersei panics. He then simply says "The things I do for love." before shoving Bran out of the window, the ground seems to come up to meet him, as the screen turns black.
"Bran!" All of the children in the room called out.
"I WILL KILL YOU!" Ned roared, flinging himself towards Jaime.
"STOP!" Bellowed a new voice, as the room froze Ned in place.
"YOU!"
Finally got this done! Huzzah! Please, don't ask about chapter two. The answer is someday.