The Falcon Knight

by hob3

Artos Arryn, wasn't really fond of his father or his blood line. As high as Honour, to him meant thinking you were better than everyone else, and it meant he had no place within it, all he wanted was a peaceful land, and to be with his love Kendra Stone the Bastard wolf cub of Brandon Stark and Ashara Dayne. His life changes when he receives a letter from his father Jon

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

He read the letter again in its entirety sitting in his chamber, hoping for more warmth, and less formality. But there was none.

Lord Artos, you will be spending some time fostering in the North after you visit Riverrun. The contract will be for 2 years, so that oyu can learn the ways of the North with the most honourable man in the seven kingdoms. Learn from him, observe his children, build ties. The Bolton heir will be travelling with you and an accompany of men at arms of oyur choice.

Treat your grandfather Hoster with the respect and honour he desrves but do not linger long. The castellan, and Lord Royce will act as regency for me in your stead and Ser Vardis will ensure the eerie.

Your mother and brother remain unchanged.

Leave before moons end.

Lord Jon Arryn, Hand of the King, warden of the east and lord paramount of the vale of Arryn.

Well at least he would let him call on his own escort. Always honorable old father, had Artos really greived him so with his vices, choice of friends and what he would argue common sense. Honour meant nothing if there was nothing gained in return. Artos placed the letter back on the desk and crawled back into his bed, trying har dnot to disturb the sleeping beauty there. Kendra Stone, was truly a beauty and he loved her, not just for looks, her purple eyes and silver hair, her perfect figure. But for her trusting and kind personality. They had grown up together and she was always a source of love, of a different sort. One his father had denied him. When she comforted him when they grew older they had moved in a physicla direction, stealing kisses and glances. One night after a particulalry fowl argument, he had found his way into her chambers and slept alongside her, not realising till the morning she was naked and heaving chest abound as she looked at him wantingly.

They had made love that night, and several others and Artos was happy. Of course they could never marry, "Honour" wouldn't allow it. And Artos had little of it anyway despite it being in his blood and on his fathers banners, his banners one day.. Unfortunately this was his vice now too. He loved Kendra, truly, but a pretty face always led him astray. He had once thought to talk about it to Kendra, until he realised how utterly selfish he was not considering her needs her happiness. Lost in thought he hant realised she had moved up onto him resting her head on his chest. He smiled. Arguably the most honourable thing Artos had done in his life was to beseech his father to do right by her. Find her a noble loving husband, raise her to nobility. Despite her never asking or wanting, his father agreed once Artos confessed he had taken he rhonour and her maidenhood. Jon was duty bound to help, and had promised on her 18th name day she would be given a new house name, and married to a lordling who would inherit, most likely a sisterman or someone on the paps, out of view of his sons dishonourable lifestyle.

"good morning my love" Kendra said sleepily as she started to wake. Artos kissed her forehead "morning my sweet dream" she smiled at that her eyes still closed. "you always call me that, but you never have me at night" He smirked. "Of course, I do; I dream of you everynight, even if I only take you in the day" It was a foolish nickname but they enjoyed it. "I have bad news my sweet" she became more attentative, looking up "A raven was dropped off from my father my Maester coleman while you slept" "Is all ok in kingslanding?" Kendra asked cautiously, "yes theyre fine, but I will be leaving the vale for 2 years to be fostered by my uncle Lord Stark." It was quick and clean to tell kendra like this, they would spend the rest of the day together to talk through what would be done, and he would leave in a week. It would be the longest they would be away from each other. "I see..." Kendra mind was racing he saw, and then she said something that surprised him. "how many women do you think you will bed?" without thinking he replied "2 years is a long time to be away from you, so most likely a few wenches, why?" "because whatever number yo think, double it for me" He laughed at that. It was known that she had only had him, she loved him and only him she said, but they both knew despite being eachothers first, Artos wouldn't be kendras last, and Artos had had wenches and whores in his time. "i love you kendra, now and always" "I know" she started to climb on top of him. "anything I can do to make you smile a smuch as you have made me, I would try to do everything I could to make it happen."

"There's something I want but, on your return, will you promise it to me?" Artos grabbed her hips with one arm and with his free hand, he lifted her chin. "Yes" He didn't acquire to what it was. He didn't need to know. She had once refused to elope, even after he had horses saddled and ready. It could be anything, a choice of husband, a place of her own. He would make it happen. She leant down and kissed him and they started to kiss deeper and deeper before she became wet on his member and he entered her.

They stayed in that room making love for a while longer before Artos and Kendra readied for the day, him to do his lordly duties and her to practice her womanly duties. HE strolled into the throne room, where he saw maester coleman, lord Royce and Ser Vardis waiting. "Greetings my lord, Ser vardis, Maester" "M'lord" they replied in unison. He smiled at them and they smiled back. One thing Artos did love about honour, it was easy to befirend good men, good people. "Before we begin today I received a letter of import from my father, please know it has been my pleasure to have you raise me in his absence. I consider myself the luckiest man to have had 4 honourable fathers." He saw the worry in their faces. "M'lord? Dark wings dark words?" Asked ser Vardis. "not in anysense that would be true; I am leaving the vale, Lord Royce, you are leaving the eerie for your seat. For 2 years or until commanded otherwise by my lord father, you shall be acting in his and my stead as regent for the vale, Ser Vardis the Eery is yous with the good maester to assist you, until my return" At this point he gave the letter to lord Royce sitting in the middle for him to read, as he passed it on to Ser Vardis "I am saddened to see you go my lord, it has been our honour to serve" the maester said. "thankyou good maester."

Lord Royce spoke next. "Forgive me my lord, your father says nothing of my leaving the eerie? Is this your order or his?" "mine my lord. I had you as a father for 3 years, I return you to your other sons, your wife and daughters, there is nothing that says you cant regent in your own home. I fully trust you three will be in constant contact with eachother regardless of position. You will all make House Arryn proud".

"Thank you my lord" Bronze yohn replied smiling, no doubt keen to see his family again. "Dont thank me just yet one of your sons will be in my escort for the month or so travel." "yes I noticed that, you are to go by way of Riverrun not Gulltown?" Measter Coleman queried.

"yes I assume to keep me away from the mountain clans, whilst also strenthening our peace with my grandfather and the riverlands. I suspect I will have to stop at castle Darry and the twins so a relatively large escort up." Artos couldn't fault his father for always thinking like the hand of the king. Visiting his grandfather would be great, but he cant linger as he should be spending more time on the road, visiting the houses he had seen as lesser, or traitourous to the king. Darry having fought against him in his rebellion, and the late lord frey as his name suggests late for it.

Ser Vardis spoke next "how large my lord? Will 50 men suffice?" "100 I think, Lord Bolton is heading home too, he deserves his banner to be flown by a large contingent of 30 of our men, honour demands it, I would think my uncle Edmure would try to add more as I plan to bring the blackfish so he shall have 20 to prevent that, although I hope to exchange them for tully men and leave blackfish there, not that hed have it"

"that seems futile, he will take the chance to see his Cat" Ser vardis said, "ill assemble our best men by your leave" as ser vardis moved to stand, Artos stood as well, forcing the others to rise. "not our best ser, I will be in no danger, the strength of the vale stays in the vale with you. I know you will do grand in my stead ser." Ser vardis hard exterior crumbled a bit with that. "our strength leaves with you my lord.

Artos went and hugged the man. "you will be busy this week, lean on the maester for the letters, and know I am but a raven away, not that you need it." Ser vardis was an excellent man but he knew his strength and it was in leading men to fight, not to rule. It was time he became more well-rounded, as per his fathers plan to grant him land. He would not get Kendra though, he was too old, nor Mya Stone Roberts bastard for that matter. But a wife and castle was in his early retirement.

"Lord Royce, if I can keep you here for one week more? I have good byes to give and affairs to set in order, I would hope oyu could regent from today." "of course my lord" he held out his hand to the young lordling, 17 not being that young except compared to men full grown like the bronze yohn. Artos grabbed his arm, and embraced him.

You both have your work cut out, we can catch up in later unless there was any pressing matters? Then Maester attend me as I see to the petitioners, and a word in private if I may first" The knight and lord bowed and departed to their duties.

"Good Maester do you perchance have time for a favour of mine?" Artos softly said. "of course, my lord." bowing his head. "honestly coleman, you can call me Artos in private at least, you are my tutor and friend, as much a father as the other 2, it wasn't praise meant to honor for the sake of it" "I know, I do it for respect today, not obligation, you have grown into fine young man." Artos smiled at the ageing grandfather figure.

"I want you to design a new sigil, for a new house for kendra. I know its her right to choose her own, but I hope to give her something to show my... care for her" "you care for her well" They exchanged ideas and Artos gave his consent for a mock up to be made.

The week passed quickly, for his honour guard Artos had selected Lord Royce's son Wendall, Roland Waynwood, Mychael Redfort and Ser Brynden Blackfish. HE had 100 men at arms squires and lesser nights assembled waiting at the gate of the moon, with the black fish and rest of the entourage. He would be with them tomorrow as he worked his way down the eeryie with Mya.

The servants and house hold were gathered to see him off. " my noble friends and guests, and helpers, I depart to the north for 2 years, I know you will all be fine without me, but I shall miss you all terribly, except you jeor!" He pointed to small stable boy, giving a wink and elicited a smile from the lad. Jeyne, no more sneaking wine, or ill have Lysa chase you through the moon door" the people laughed. "Please continue to do your duties diligently, 2 years might seem like a long time, but I will be chasing you maidens in no time again, and jousting with you squires and letting you win, like I did with elmar." anther laugh as elmar beat him every time. "finally I have left an instruction that after I leave Ser Vardis is 2 throw a feast for you all with abonus stipend as thanks for making the vale my most favourite place." Excitement went through the crowd then. " HOuse ARRyn! Artos!" he hushed them. "you are house ARRyn" He smiled, "dismissed"

Kendra watched as the elder servants walked over and clasped hands and bid farewell to their young lord. Artos seemed to gift Dickon the blacksmith a nice woolen cloak, as he was due to retire within the 2 years artos was away. For all his talk of hating honour, he was himself an honourable loving man. Nothing like his mother who only had love for sweet Robin, or his father who conflated honour with duty.

He finally had only her to see. "walk with me to the gate?" He said at he had his horse's reigns in his hand? "Mya will you please take my horse and slowly start leading them down. I shall catch up shortly" winking at her, biting his lip.

The girl blushed and walked off. "Thats 2 for me tomorrow then" Kendra said laughing at how lustful this man was.

"i got you a gift, I very much hope you will like" he said snapped out of his lust for the thick chested baratheon bastard. From his side the maester appeared and passed him a small package. It was wrapped in a blue cloth.

As she unwrapped it slowly sh saw a silver necklace with a nest centre. In the bird nest was 3 small egg shaped stones, a garnet, emerald and small saphire. It was beautiful. She had never really wanted much, she had been cared for respectfully, but this was beautiful. "I ...I.. I can't accept this. Its much too nice for a bastard girl like me." "You better accept it, as its yours. You're worth everything and more, I wish you knew that" She kissed him there and then, with an audience she thinks but it wa sinnocent enoughh to not make a scene. "thank you, truly", "im surprised your happy about the smaller part" he said as he placed the necklace round her neck. "smaller part?" he nodded down to her hands, where the blue cloth was. She saw then. "is this?" "yes, if you so choose, I asked the maester to help but if youll have them, when your name day occurs, this could be your sigil, Kendra Nest..." The cloth was a small banner, A silver bird nest on a blue and purple quarter checked background, with a white outline. It was a loud sigil. "nest?" she finally said "i see the theme of the gifts compared to eachother now but why?" Artos gave her a quick peck of a kiss. "this falcon has found his home in you" the blue and white are my colours, mixed with your eye colour and silver hair. So that you will know whatever your fate, who ever your husband, or future loves, I found my home in you. I love you. Write me often and I will do the same for you my sweet dream" They walked to the gate. "enjoy your time, I will miss you my love" and with that Kendra kissed him once more and Artos left his home.

Chapter 2

Mya had blushed when Artos had given her that look. Foolish she thought, he doesn't love me. He'll have his fun, but im not even his favorite play thing. That had hurt her. But she still hoped for a knight. A loving caring man that could see her how Artos saw Kendra. Not just lust. Even though the lust was good.

"Mya," Artos alerted her to his presence, "so same spot?" She blushed again, "yes my lord, we are 10 minutes out." She knew that he would most like try to have her one last time as he left, so she had prepared their secret spot on the trail that only they knew of. "I wish it was different between us you know" she said despite herself. "that I wouldn't be cast aside". "I know, and im sorry, we don't have to, but KI will take care of you regardless. I love you, truly youre a great friend" And she was "but you know its that. I had hoped that we were on the same page."

Mya shifted uncomfortably. "I'll always be your friend, and im glad for our relationship, but a girl can dream of love". "youll have it one day I know it. Young Mychel seems to care for you, he is a good man to be". She knew that Artos was attempting to find her someone she could marry, but not that he was actively seeking someone she could love. "and besides, your love will be for your children" "if I have any". They had reached the spot, their little cove on the trail that was only reachable with a small climb off the beaten path.

Regardless of everything, when they were in their, he was always hers. The whole world melted she climbed up. Artos' eyes wandered to her behind, she had an amazing arse and legs from the years of climbing this trail. He loved to take her from behind as a result, often. Today, he would give her what she needed though, and would make love to her.

She reached for his hand to pull him up and as she did, he immediately went in for a kiss. It was pasisonate but soft. The kind she liked, the want was there, but he was giving her the right kind of treatment.

They stood there and kissed slowly, his hands running up and down her back, until one reached for her behind, as if by instinct she raised her leg to his hips where his other hand went. She was already moist. She went to take off his top, raising it above his head. He lifted he up andtook her down to the make shift bed they had. Ususally her top would be off by now too, but today Artos started to kiss down her body to her midriff and he made a move to remove her riding trousers.

She was already starting to pant as he kissed further down until his face was between her legs, and he started to kiss her opening and licking it up and down. He was tasting her she knew, and he loved it. Her hands ran through his blonde short hair.

He wasn't the most handsome man, but Artos was shapely. He was 6-foot-tall, so taller than most men, but not as tall as Ser Duncan the tall or the mountain. His physique matched that of any man raised by the sword, but his member was big. She wanted it, but was quite happy to wait as his tongue licked her up and down. "I'm close" she moaned and so he started to insert his finger. He shifted up to kiss her and fondle her breast through her top. She moved to remove it, exposing her firm breasts, which is mouth went straight to kissing and softly biting her nipple. Two fingers were in her now moving quicker. And she exploded. "Fuck me" she started to say. And he obliged. Eventually. Kissing her all over first, for a long time. Fingering her and making her feel pure joy. When he finally inserted it did not take long for his seed to release into her. She knew she was tight and wet around him, and he never lasted long.

He took her twice more. She would him him. Miss this. But she knew he would miss Kendra more. "I want you so hard Mya" he said into her neck. They stayed entwined for a while before washing off in the water Mya had prepared and carried on down to the gates of the moon. They talked for hours about the starks, his journey, his mission along the way. She knew he trusted him with everything there was no lies between them.

"the Freys may not put you up" Mya said, "your house words spit in their face", Artos nodded "another man slighted by honour and perception" he said. "ill treat him with respect, and will be flying a tully banner too as the blackfish will be with me." I think I will take one of his sons as a squire too. I may not be a knight, but when I am, Lord Frey would know that I could do the same for his".

"smart" Mya said. "if you get in" "not long till the bottom now" "ill start to head back up then" said Mya. "oh? Why? You could say hello to Mychel..." "not straight after this, not if I can sya bye to you now and have you kiss me hard before others are here."

Artos repsponded by dismounting, and kissing her strongly. Grabbing her arse again. She pulled away. "I'll drink the moon tea tonight" she said "Mya stone, always responsible" he smiled. "no or I wouldn't let you finish in me; I think I'd be thrown out of the vale if I sired you a bastard." "only if it's before a trueborn son, I'd be grateful if you bore me a child one day. But It won't happen, as you'll be in love with Mychal before then" He kissed her once more and watched her donkey ride back up. That girl deserves happiness from a better man than him, he thought. He did believe it, but it was just another example of the honour he didn't have. Artos hated being an Arryn, the expectation, the danger. He often thought it would be better to have been born a commoner. A simple life, he could marry Kendra, maybe be a merchant or simply live on a farm. Thanks to the black fish, the man knew how to use a bow, better than most, perhaps he could have been a woods man or a hunter in service to a lesser lord or knight. If the skill carried over. But he was born heir to Jon Arryn, related to the Tully's and Starks of old. A lineage of 6000 years ending with a weak boy who shouldn't have survived child birth, and a man whore with responsibility beyond him.

Artos knew he was a nice enough person, he didn't hate, he rarely got angry. Unless arguing with his parents. But his heart was full of love for people. And unfortunately, so were his loins. Truthfully, he was surprised he hadn't had a bastard yet. He wasn't carful in his lust. Maybe he even had, from his visits to brothels in kings landing, random tavern wenches in his travels. But if he had and they ever turned up in the vale, he would know. They would be taken care of in some way. Jon took in Ned Starks older brothers bastard girl kendra. The result of the tourney of harrenhal, and Ashara Dayne. Kept her away from Ned and his children, to prevent any sort of questions on succession. Not that it mattered as lord Stark took his own base born bastard home. Jon took her in as honour demanded it, but there was again no lover from his father for that child either. Lost in his thoughts, Artos didn't realise that he had reached the gate.

Before him was the bloody Gate, named as such because no one in 6000 years was able to break it. men fell in the thousands before it, to the point of legend that a river of blood flowed down hill from it. It always made him feel safe. His mother had drilled into him that the errie was impregnable. Well if that was the case, the vale itself was too. Thanks to this place. Thanks to its commander more. Artos eyes glanced round at the men assembling for the trip East and North. His eyes were darting round for his friends, but more than anyone he was searching for "Nephew!" a massive thud on his back. "how kind of you to grace us with your presence on this trip out of the gate, thank god we havent been waiting long"

He turned to face the black fish his great uncle. "you should be glad for the Honour black fish" he scowled. Both men stared eachother down a silence eminating from around them. Artos cracked first he smiled, and they both began to laugh. "its great to see you nuncle!" as they embraced. "how fare you? Are you excited to see Cat and Edmure again?" Avoiding mention of lord Hoster to not annoy his uncle. Seems honour had caused more than one rift in his family before him.

"I will admit it will be good to see the Riverrun again, and Edmure the fool. But I fear at my age I migh t not even make it to Cat" he egged on his old man impression his voice getting weaker on the last words.

"nonsense nuncle, and besides, there wa sno order for you to take me all the way north..." "Bugger that!" he replied. "a chance to see my family is always welcome." Artos smiled at that. "Family, duty, honour" Artos laughed, "they got the order right" the black fish laughed back.

"are the men ready to depart? Are all accounted for?" Artos enquired. "Are your friends here you mean" blackfish nodded to the men in the courtyard. "100 strong the majority from us, some form your friends' houses, but lord Redfort is delayed. They should have been here yesterday. You were supposed to be the last to arrive." That worried Artos. "Clansmen?" Blackfish was now walking over to a table to sit on a chair. "not sure, no reports, ive sent out riders with Edmund Waxley to check, they'll be here shortly hopefully escorting your last friend and the bolton boy."

"speaking of friends" a third voice added from behind Artos. He turned and saw there his friend Roland Waynwood smiling at him. His crest was a broken a black wheel on a field of green. A shorter man but older than Artos by a year. To his left was a man who he recognised well, his other friend, Yohn's son Wendell Royce. "brothers!" Artos replied. "How have you been?" as he stood to greet them. "Wendell, you've filled out, a man fully grown. And Rolly, you've shaved your stubble" gesturing to the man's clean shaven face. "I took your advice to heart my lord, better to not look like im uncomfortable to kiss to my betrothed." "My congratulations again, I hear lady Lipps is breathtaking and kind. She will make oyu happy." Atros turned to Wendell, "and you Wendell? Any news on your future ball and chain?" "Nothing yet, but dont let anyone know or I may leave the Twins with one!" They laughed.

They caught up for the next hour, being introduced to some of the escort, and mapping out the journey. They planned to go by way of Castle Darry to meet with Lord Raymun, they'll avoid the brackens and black woods to avoid any perceived slight by visiting one and not the other. From Darry Lands they will reach River run lands. Still avoiding Bracken (North of Riverrun) they will travel north west to the coast to Seagard, then to the twins. Past that; its straight up the king's road to Winterfell with maybe a stop at the castle Cerwyn.

"Riders approaching!" one of the men yelled. "our missing Bolton id wager" said Wendell. "No" Replied Roland, "they're at full gallop, no banners" Blackfish was the next to speak "TO ARMS! FORM UP" Artos wasn't sure what was happening, but he recognized some of the riders approaching, as they got closer a banner was raised. It was the redfort banner. They were being chased.

The chase stopped before any violence had ensued, seeing the 100 or so men galloping toward them. Blackfish started to chase them in fact riding them down with the men. Artos and a small contingent stayed with the redfort riders.

"lord Artos!" it was Edmund Waxley, "Mundy? What happened" "Clansmen, a larger force than ive encountered before, with their own horses as you've seen. We have wounded" "Mychal? Domeric?" Artos asked glancing at the men before him, searching. "Domeric chased with the blackfish, Mychal took a wound early on... alive still. We need your help"

Chapter 3

After all was said and done, Artos left the vale with 60 men and his friends. The men with Waxley and the Redfort men were left behin plus a few more to ensure the wounded were seen to and to enjoy the revenge of hunting the clansmen. Mychal was left behind too injured to continue. He would not leave the gate for a moon's turn to recover. Artos was just glad it wasn't mortal. Not the best start to his journey, half his men left behind, an injured friend, a stoic mood. He almost ordered blackfish to stay behind to help Royce and Vardis finally end the clansmen threat, but knew he would refuse and didn't want the argument. He trusted them to get it done besides.

Artos was armored now. Banners raised, to avoid any potential breach of custom as they travelled. His armour matched his station, and was a gift on his 16th name day. From the King no less, as well. He looked like something out of a fable from the age of heros, the winged knight reborn. Minus his greeness. Vardis did his best to make him more than average, but what he really hoped for was some lessons from the blackfish on this journey.

Artos was at the front of the column. Riding in threes. Lord Domeric rode up to him. "Domeric how are feeling? Mychal always told me of his pink brother playing with his Red ones." "well thankyou my lord" "artos; he will be fine, Redforts are resilient, I wish he were with us, but he will be fine". Domeric was silent for a moment. "have you ever killed before?" Domeric had asked him. "no thank the gods, but I would kill the man who injured Mychal without a second thought. Was today your first?" "yes, and second, the first had injured Mychal, the second attempted to stop me getting him on my horse. I left me horseless and wounded to get him to safety." He looked sullen at that. "then you have my thank I am in your debt. For saving who we both consider a brother."

The trip to Riverrun was easy easy enough, eventual the stoicism was replaced when Blackfish had started to regale them with anecdotes from his past in the riverlands and Artos started to relax along with his companions.

They had spent a night in Darry and continued on, Blackfish and Artos trying their best to show Lord Darry their thanks and admiration. It was hard to read men, whose loyalty was changed for them. It would be easier to work on his son Lyman, offering to put in a word for lord hoster to foster him. Keeping him close to the people he will one day serve. The Darry's to him were an example of why the game was broken. Kings landing was the ultimate example. But the Darry's kept one oath over the other, and lost, they now have barely anything to their name.

As Riverrun approached Artos surrendered the head of the column to Blackfish and made the first banner the Tully fish followed by the Vale banners. They approached the courtyard where a man was awaiting in the midst of the busy courtyard. He was a slender man with that signature Tully look, blue eyes and firey auburn hair. "Edmure, how are you lad?" the blackfish said after he gave his horse to the stable boy. Going to embrace him. "Well thanks uncle, it is good to see you again" "you've grown a beard, it suits you" The black fish said. Roland leaned in to lowly speak "looks like not everyone follows your advice on looks Artos, I wager you'll have a beard before long and claim that's what women like most" Artos nudged his friend slightly. Black fish spoke up slightly to draw attention back "... and allow me the privelidge of introducing you to your Nephew Artos Arryn." Artos bowed low, "greetings my lord, thank you for hosting me and my men, we are in your debt, it is my pleasure to meet you" "rise nephew welcome to your home, your mother grew up here and it is my honour to have you hear." Artos spoke; "forgive me my lord, but I expected Lord Hoster to greet me perhaps you can take me to him whilst my men settle and are accomodated." Edmure did a quick glance around to see numbers. "of course nephew I shall take you to father, forgive me I should have mentioned he is feeling unwell of late. Uncle would you be so kind to find suitable places for the men with our steward Uthredes Wayne" he turned to the crowd "there will be afeast tonight and you are all welcome please accept my hospitality in the name of my father Lord Hoster Tully". It was a sweet move from his uncle. Blackfish often belittled him but he seemed like a good man to Artos. "riverrun is truly beautiful my lord" "please Edmure in private Artos, yes it is, it's a shame you havent visited sooner. How fares your mother?"

"Well my lo- Edmure, She's in Kingslanding with my brother and father, I don't receive many ravens, but the one that instructed me to visit here from father mentioned they were well, and asked me to send on their love to you and Lord Hoster. My father hopes that Robin might one day foster here" This was a lie of course, Robin will most likely be fostererd with Stannis BAratheon but Artos felt it would be nice for his uncle to hear. He was correct. "that warms my heart, we've been distant since she left with your father, its nice to know she thinks of us fondly." "the Blackfish too, he speaks well of you" Edmure snorted. "that lie was one too far Artos, but you have my thanks al the same" Seems edmure was quick enough then. " I swear it uncle, we were attacked by clansmen before we departed, I was to order Blackfish to lead the men to bring them to justice" -revenge- "but decided against it as just before the attack he was saying he wouldn't miss a chance to see his family – of course he then mocked your house words" That made Edmure laugh despite himself. "you seem like a nice sort Artos, thank you for your words. Let me offer you some advice, don't mention Brynden to my lord father, unless you want him in a foul mood." they climbed the tallest tower in the keep and approached a guarded room. One of the guards knocked on the door, "Lord Edmure and Lord Arryn to see you my lord". There was a loud cough followed by the word enter.

As Artos followed Edmure in to the room, he notice a strong man weakened in Bed. "Grandson! Hello' he coughed' come and give your grandfather a hug. Its so nice to see you." Artos obliged. "hello my lord, nice to see you again too." Artos had met his grandfather once or twice before when he was younger and had a fond memory of his first wooden sword being gifter, and his laugh, but not much else from memory. He looked the same but paler, and weaker. "Are you well grandfather? Do you need a measter?" Hoster Smiled, "no no this is but a cough and fever, when youre old you take longer to heal, im not bed bound yet, Im sorry I did not greet you, but I knew Edmure would do his duty. How is Lysa, how is Sweet Robin?" It deeply pleased and bemuddled Artos that the tullys seemed to truly care for his family, for his mother who was only cold to him, that there was so much love in this family that seems to have given him the weakest link in Lysa. She was the real black fish from what he saw. "They are well, my father's last letter sent on their love to you-" "but no letter from your mother?" Hoster was shrewder than Edmure it seems. "Alas she does not send letters often ~ (at all) ~ with Sweet robin being as sickly as he is." That placated him by the looks of it. "i see, I prayer for your brother daily though less often in the sept, in my condition." -another cough, Edmure passed his father some water. "thank you, and what news of the Vale Artos?" "we were set upon by clansmen before we left, lost some good men, my Friend Mychal Redfort was wounded though not greivously, saved by his father's ward domeric Bolton. Lord Yohn rules as regent in my father's place, and ser Vardis guards the Eerie."

Hoster had nodded at the announcements of postions "tell me more of this attack" Artos obliged in truth the hill clans were growing bolder of late, they would have to be dealt with soon, it couldn't wait for him or his father. "it seemed like an average raid, but they had horses and the way Domeric tells and Edmund Waxley tell it they were better armed and organised if only a little. They had horses too which worries me." "any prisoners?" "none, the blackfish rode them down and delivered justice, im going to ask him to knight Domeric for saving my friend on 2 accounts" Hoster had seemed to change at that, Edmureglanced at Artos and spoke, "that sounds grave nephew let us speak of more pleasant things, how do you find the riverlands, im told the val-" "and how is my brother? Is he still a stubborn fool? Does he obey your orders?" Ah. His stupid mistake, to mention it almost straight away. "forgive me grandfather, I did not mean to cause upset, Your brother fares well, he has ridden with me to escort me to winterfell and visit you daughter and spend time with you and your son" "he is here then?" he looked to Edmure in a short tempered way. "yes father, I have done my duty and offered him our protection" a cool response, Artos would have to apologise in short order. "so, it would seem, well fear not grandson, there is nothing to forgive. Come tell me of your time with the darrys, does command of the vale suit you? Let us catch up. Edmure be a good man and fetch for some food and wine. I have fine arbor gold for us to sup on" he said turning to Artos.

Artos and Hoster talked and when Edmure returned with a servant shortly after the three discuessed, river run, the vale, the state of the realm, his mother's past and stories of the rebellion. "a toast to the Arryns of the vale" edmure offered. "to the tullys of riverrun" artos replied, "to family" edmure finished.

Chapter 4

"my Lords, and honoured guests from the Vale, before I start this feast, I have some duty to attend to" Edmure boomed out to the hall. "LORD BRYNDEN" "forgive me my lord" said Blackfish as he stood, "but I belive as my brothers son, this is your duty and honour" An appeasement that Artos was thankful for.

"very well, DOMERIC BOLTON approach me." Artos smiled. As the heir to the dreadfort approached. "kneel" Edmure said kindly. "this man risked his life to save the life on one noble born Mychal Redfort son of one of my good brothers bannermen. At the recommendation of Lord Artos Arryn and with the witnesses agreement, I would argue that his actions that they were knigtly." a cheer of agreement went out. "In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women..." The crowd cheered as Edmure finished and Domeric arose as Ser Domeeric Bolton of the bloody pass.

Artos had awoken the next morning with his first hangover, this was his first feast outside of the vale, so he had attempted to take it easy. To his relief he woke up alone he didn't want to give a bad impression to his tully relatives.

As he groggily made his way to the wash basin, there was a knock at the door. "Enter!" Artos gave, as he splashed his face. "here to do the bed milord" a reasonably attractive chambermaid said, wasting no time going about her tasks. Arto's began to gather his things, making ready to depart, as he was told not to linger. Another knock, but the door opened before he could respond. In walk uncle Edmure. "Artos, you look well all things considered" Edmure smirked. "Greetings Uncle, I forgot how little alcohol i usually drink, but one does what one must eh? And how are you feeling?" "Well enough, I came to inform you Lord Hoster wishes your presence before you depart... Artos are you betrothed to anyone?" That was out of nowhere. "No my lord uncle, is that what Lord Tully wants to see me about? As I imagine he would need to talk to my father for any proposals?" Edmure started to laugh, "no no, just some friendly advice, when you reach the twins, Lord Frey will offer, so best come up with an excuse, hes been hounding me for years."

"Noted, thanks Uncle, It truly was a pleasur emeeting you, I think your fathe rowuld be proud of how you've hosted us." Artos went to embrace his uncle. "Come I'll walk you to my father. It was my pleasure, not just yours. You're mother has done a great job, shes raised a fine trout, even if its in the mouth of a falcon." Artos Chuckled loudly. "sounds like a new sigil I can wear" they both chuckled. Making there way to Lord Hosters room.

"Enter" Lord Hoster bellowed once the guard knocked. "Grandfather, how fare you? You look better than yesterday". "Thank you, grandson, it appears the cough has subsided this morning, I'll be out of this bed in no time. Edmure my boy, will you go see off everyone in my name, I'd a word with our guest." Edmure bowed, and departed.

"Please be seated grandson." Hoster waited for his grandson to pull a chair to his side before he continued. "tell me true, no matter how ugly it is, what do you think of your mother?" "i love her" Artos replied with no hesitation. "Thats good, but I mean tell me of her character, her likes and dislikes through your eyes." Artos thought about it, what was his grandfather after? "Lord Tully, on your word of honour, will this be kept between us?" Hoster nodded. "Well my lord, shes... different, than what she was. More distant to me, she coddles my brother, she never had any love for my father but she seems to hold him in disdain more recently. Shes stopped sending letters to me altogether, so I only hear from my lord father in kingslanding anymore. And that is more about duty, so information about my brother and mother is scarce."

Hoster sighed "yes that is my fault I imagine. When Roberts rebellion began, Lysa never forgave me for marrying her off to your father." Hoster gabbed Artos' hand. "there have been rumours that she has rekindled her friendship with a Petry Baelish who is master of coin. One of your fathers bannermen, do you know of him?" "Yes my lord father says, no loyalty and pure genius walking on legs, but my mother used to tell me she was his best friend and loyal to her. Always had something to prove."

Hoster squeezed Artos' hand tighter. "Now its your turn to swear on your honour." Artos nodded in consent. "I wanted to see if you were your fathers son... And not Baelishes" Artos snapped his hand back "Grandfather what a terrible.. "HEAR ME BOY" Hoster yelled, stunning Artos into a silence. Hoster sighed and took a deep breath. "i havent told a soul this. But when Baelish fostered here, he had sullied your mother honour. And a baby was concieved..." Artos looked shocked. Did he have a bastard half sibling somewhere? "... I made her take the moon tea for which she never forgave me, she loved him she said." "Why tell me this? Why think I'm not my fathers" "because of this ;letter I received before your arrival" Hoster handed him a letter bearing the Arryn seal. "A rider came, un marked, said his name was Hugh or something of the like." "my Fathers squire, loyal beyond question, truth be told I always suspected him my fathers bastard" Artos let slip. "take your time reading that, read whats there, but see what isnt."

Artos looked at the letter:

Hoster, I hope you are well ...Already Artos was taken aback by how informal this was... I've sent my heir up to Ned, to finish his training for adulthood. He's a good lad, if not a great warrior, the small folk love him. He isnt honorable... that sounds like his father alright he lays with any woman with a smile, Mya Robs bastard, Brandons bastard, most of the serving girls, and I think some of my bannermens girls too. Hes not like me at all. He seems more Tully than Arryn. Sometimes I worry hes not for the Arryn duty. His brothers worse. I want him with Stannis, but your daughter.. Not fathers wife.. Keeps resisting, shes still breast feeding him Hoster. I need you to see her son for yourself... Things are afoot in kings landing, I need to know the vale is secure. Your friend Jon.

Artos read it once more. "it sounds like the ravings of a mad man; my mother is still breastfeeding?" Hoster leaned in, read the rest though what do you see. "...he doubts my parentage?" Artos was worried, he took after the black fish in his looks he was told, and didn't see much Arryn in him, but to be someone elses child?

"you're his alright, don't worry asbout that. You might look like my brother, but you share your father's personality, you're honorable" "no I'm not, I've never been. Honor is not something I care for." "ha, do you rape? Do you murder? In the eerye have you ever passed judgment on criminals, not justly? The test was so that I had something to judge your brother by. He calls you his heir, first. He suspects little finger is having an affair with my daughter, I was to go and investigate, as he was busy with some intrigue or the other, but he knows not I'm bed bound." Hoster sighed loudly. "I'm sorry you had to be told all this, but i need you to find out. You need a wife soon, you need to secure the lineage, its your duty to your family. So whichever way the wind blows there is more than one Arryn."

"This is a lot to take in" "theres more" Hoster smiled softly at his grandson. "you're on you way to the freys" Artos quickly replied "I don't want to marry a frey." Hoster came into laughter "good my boy good!, nor should you, but know he'll not let you leave until you do, unless you have a betrothal already."

Artos thought on it, "who would you suggest?" Hoster's face went serious. "Your father I think wants you to have a Tyrel, from the Reach. I'd recommend your cousin Sansa, you have old blood in your veins, some Northern blood would suit your line too. That or House Hightower, who are older than all our lines combined. But ultimately the choice is your fathers. You have 2 years with the starks, and no responsibility like you had in the vale. Use those years wisely, yes learn to be a man, but start writing letters, to potential betrothals. Artos left his Grandfather's solar after a while still in shock, and dazed, by all he has heard, and has to think of.

Chapter 5 Domeric

After they left Rivrerun a moons past and through the Mallister lands, Artos seemed distant even to his friends, let alone Domeric. It could be he was still worried about Mychal, but it seemed more than that. It had been three days since he was able to send a letter to Mychal Redfort. He missed him dearly. It felt like he was losing a brother, he didn't notice Artos had dropped back to talk to him.

"How is knighthood treating you Ser domeric?" Artos spoke, still looking alloof. "Im truly honoured, though my father might be displeased that I risked my life for some foolish glory he'll say" "well, if it wasn't my brother you saved, id agree most like, although I wager, he was just as much your own brother" Domeric nodded, "I've been with mychal and his brothers for so long, I want that, my father has a bastard I will seek out, so I can take the lessons I learnt and forma brotherly love"

"And is family important to you? Is lineage?" Artos was staring at domeric now. "Would you marry anyone your father wanted to?" Domeric pondered this "I would follow my fathers orders yes, whatever they may be, unless it went against my family, which is why I will seek out my brother."

"word of advice ser? Family is what you make of it, blood is overrated. Look around you, all these that ride with us, are my family, by choice, I love them, they love me, like brothers should. I never really got love from my parents, especially my father, he was too concerned with honour and.. Blood. They never had time for the person I was. If you want brothers Ser domeric, you already have one in Mychal, it shows your love how much you have worried for him. I would be your second, as would many here who saw your actions with the hill clansmen. Come visit me in Winterfell and we can check on Mychal together."

Domeric smiled, it was sound advice actually, and they did seem like good people, but he wanted a closer feeling that friends. "I'll consider it my lord, thank you." Artos nodded, "We're not long to the Freys, I think after you see what they do, you might think harder. Come lets get this over with, I imagine after so long away, you're keen to get bacck north." Artos started a slow gallop and Domeric followed, what did he mean by the freys being an example?

Chapter 6

"Well, well, the high lord from atop the mountain has seen fit to come down to the real world" the old grotesque man said between bites of his lordly meal. Artos bowed, "Greetings lord Frey, thank you for hosting us for the night, my men and I have been travelling for a while with much further to go, so we very much appreciate your generosity. Artos felt unease being eyed up and down by the 'lord' and his hundreds or so offspring.

"No Black fish with you? The insolence of that family" "Father, that is the relation of Lord Arryn" one of the older frey spawn said, mabye the oldest, a man full grown with a long white beard. "it would be unseemly to..." "dont interupt me boy, be silent,there and wait for me to die, before you act like a lord" Frey turned to Artos. "Unruly familys eh?" "Lord Frey my apologies, it was by my order black fish isnt here, I asked him to assist as head of my guard to help settle my riders, can we fetch for him?"

"No don't bother let him be the late blackfish, that will urk his brother. Yo uknow he calls me the late lord Frey? Well I'll show him, my line will out live his, I will be there when he goes from this world. I wont be late for that!" Artos was surprised at how openly disrespectufl Walder Frey was to his leige lord, no wonder he had to be here, to ensure the loyalty of this house too. There would be no point starting an argument so Artos just changed the subject. And to change tact. "my lord you'll have to forgive me but may I be so bold as to ask, are all of these people oyure afore mentioned line? I am impressed, you mus thave been busy form the time you were 14!"

Lord Frey seems taken aback by that. "I hadnt taken the son of an honnorable house to care about my cock, how nice" Frey grinned at himself, Artos noticed Edmund Waxley grumbled something to Roland Waynwood, there was discontent amongst his friends at that. Artos started to laugh. "my lord, im interested in anything that can give me an edge, if it's your cock so be it. I've been promised to a girl by my father, but I also want a strong line, and some fun along the way. How many have your sired?" Frey seemed to laugh at that. "more than I can count sometimes. Well let's get our lordly duties out of the way then shall we, be welcome in my halls, you are under my roof and therefore my protection, no harm will come to you. I'll have food fetched for your men. Join us and eat."

The food wasn't as lavish as the previous feast in Seaguard, but it seemed to be it was getting rowdier. Artos danced with every one of Frey's daughters and granddaughters that he could, making sure to end on one of the most attractive. "hello mu lady, may I have this dance?" the Frey girl blushed nervously, "of course my lord" it would be fun to make this one blush further on in the night. Artos took the girl by the hand and led her to the central part of the hall where others were dancing. As he looked around, he saw Lord Walder eyeing him with a smirk, no doubt sure of Artos' intentions, and hopes he could find him besmirch the girls honour so that they could force marriage. He saw Domeric talking to Edmund Waxley, seeming to bond over something, and Wendall Royce and Roland Waynwood conversing with some Frey's. Perhaps those were the Frey's that they shared some blood with.

"How have you enjoyed your night my lady...?" "Roslin, my lord" the girl smiled, she was gripping Artos tightly as she appeared ot be focusing on her dancing. "Roslin, that's a beautiful name, it suits you, seeing how you are the most beautiful girl here." Luckily she was holding on to Artos, as her feet seemed to completely fall under her at that point. "my Lord, thank you... but... well that is..." she was nervous, very cute. "please call me Artos Lady Roslin. I hope that we can converse more after this dance, but for now, I'd see how you move that beautiful figure of yours"

The dance ended, quickly, and Artos bowed to lady roslin. It was quite a shock to see that lord Frey had made a woman like this, considering the rest of the family mainly looked like weasels. "tell me my lady, how are you related to lord walder? Are you his granddaughter?" Roslin, still blushing, had replied "He is my father, my lord, my mother was lady rosby, before she passed away giving me my third sibling" That made sense, the Rosbys were always fair, he had only to look ser Giles Rosby who had visited the Eeryie. "It must be hard to know all your siblings? I have one and I struggle sometimes, but we don't live together, whereas you live with hundreds? Must be overwhelming?" Roslin looked sad at that. "well my lord, there's an unwritten rule in the twins that you only trust your full blood relatives, so I'm close with them, but in truth I've only ever known the twins, my life has been in these walls, so I know nothing else but the family members."

"I could have you sent to the Rosby's? I'm sure there are several places you would be welcome, a woman of your beauty, and demeanour. Forgive me for being so bold my lady but your virtue is quite a strength the way you arent use to being told sweet things."

Roslin looked around slightly in the room. "Forgive me my lord, I admire your boldness, but I seem to be flustered. Perhaps you could escort me outside to get some air?" Artos smiled, and took her hand. As they walked out to the bridge, Artos could feel the brisk fresh air on his face it was always refreshing walking out on the eeryie's several balconies, and appeared to be no different at the twins' bridge.

"I never realized how deep this river was, in truth this is the furthest ive come from home, I don't see many rivers in the Vale" he leaned on the bridge side. "I guess everything looks different to how you imagine it would be. At least you're not dissapointed with that you found" Artos rushed in and stole a kiss. Her mouth not moving through shock. "you are more correct then you know" Roslin had frozen completely, the colour form her face gone completely. "ah, my lady forgive me, it must have been the drink, I beg your forgiveness. Shall I walk you back to the feast?" Roslin nodded, "please... im sorry... its just, im flattered, but im not ready for anything like that, I .." Artos cut her off, "no its my fault, I know we wouldn't end up wed or anything like, I would have besmirched your honour and innocence. You are an amazing girl Roslin, you must bring your father immense pride." As soon as they had got close enough to the gates of the hall, Roslin curtsied and walke doff as quickly as she could.

Artos hated rejection. Not for himself, but more for the fear he had hurt the girls who rebuffed him. Too often Artos thought he was undeniable, he needed to change his ways, stick to whores, and his love Kendra. Artos took his seat again, poored another drink and started to mope in his cups. He would go to his room, sleep it off, leave, and try to apologise to her.

"struck out with my daughter then? That or youre quicker that a green boy whos never seen a woman" Lord Frey had said to him as Artos approached to thank him again as they departed. He had offered her hand, and Artos had politely explained to write to his father, but that it was likely he would be betrohed to his Stark cousin to gain credibility with the hill clansmen. Artos quite liked that last lie, thought he was being clever. It would be a good 2 weeks till he arrived in winterfell his new home for the next 2 years. It would be interesting to see how much he could learn from his aunt and uncle, meet his cousins, see the north and relax from the pressure of his father to become an honorable man.

Chapter 8 Ned

He was watching his sons from the walkway, they were down in the yard practising their swords with Sir Roderick the master at arms. Robb was always the better swords man of the three, with Jon always biting at his heels. Theon could hold his own, but it was the bow he was made for. They were facing off in a melee, each taking turns to gang up on one another, to turn on eachother at the last minute. They were quickly becoming men before his own eyes. The maester had approached, a warm man who had been with him in winterfell for as long as he had any children. "Greetings Maester luwin" Ned gave. "greetings my lord, a raven has arrived for you bearing the hand of the kings seal" "a letter from Jon?" "yes my lord, I went to your chambers first so it is waiting for you in there" Luwin looked over the boys. "I wish they took their lessons with me with as much vigor as they do their lessons with Ser Roderick."

As Ned began to move off the ledge, he gave the boys one last look, "They'll never be interested until they do see the horrors of war, but I know they will be good lords. What do you think Jon wants?" Dark wings dark words. "honestly my lord its hard to tell, there hasn't been anything since the greyjoy war, maybe one of the other houses has rebelled?"

"well lets go see" They walked to Neds Solar and ned found the ltter neatly place on his desk.

Ned, forgive me as I have broken custom, but I have set in to motion some events that will affect you. First please know I am well, and I hope the same for you, Cat and your children. I've sent my son Artos to Riverrun to meet his uncle,and grandfather and spot check some of the lords whose loyalty is questionable. After he is heading North to you. He'll be with you if all has gone well in a week. I've told him you are to foster him for 2 years. I'm sorry i couldn't ask you first, but it needed to be done quickly. Look after him, keep him safe. Teach him honour. Hes a good lad but he lacks all honour and any responsibility beyond governance. He's an Age of your eldest, so hopefully they can become friends. Katrina does well, although Artos got to her. Be well Son.

Katrina, Ned thought warmly, she should be in winterfell too. Brandons bastard had a claim to winterfell, Asharas daughter, with him, with her family. Ned passed the note to the maester. "It seems we'll have another ward in winterfell. Maester what do you know of Artos Arryn?" "hmm" Luwin paused to reflect. "well maester Coleman cares for the boy, if I knew nothing else about him, that would be enough, but he is said to be kind, and good at governance in his fathers place, although heavily supervised. A womaniser too from what I hear" Ned sat and reflected in his chair, why did Jon need to mention to keep him safe unless he was in some sort of trouble maybe? "Maester, will you gather my family in the hall for me, Theon and Jon as well. (although he hated having to make that distinction, but he had to be clear he meant his whole family) Then please talker to Vaynon Poole, and get a room set up for Artos. "yes My lord"

The boys were the first in the hall due to the closeness of the training yard, they all greeted him respectfully, and Ned beckoned for them to be seated, his wife joined next, Rickon in her arms and brandon follwing behind his mothers skirts. "Ned is everything ok?" "of course, my sweet, please be seated, were just waiting for Septa Mordane to bring the girls." once they had arrived, Ned began. "there has been a letter from kings landing today." pausing to look around to his gathered family. "WaR? " questioned Cat, Theon Robb and jon tensed at this in anticipation. "no, the letter wa sinforming us that we will be having a guest, your cousin Artos Arryn will be staying with us as a ward." The kids started whispering around. Trying to recall what they know of him. Brandon asked how old was he. "hes just shy of Rob and Jons age" Bran saddened at that, no doubt hoping to have someone his age. Arya seemed uninterested. Sansa spoke next, "When is he due father?" "within the week" Robb looked at his father then, "so he has been travelling here for months already?" "yes Robb, it was a surprise to me, the raven only arrived." Theon then spoke. "what would you have of us my lord" "to be yourselves, get to know your cousin, teach him our ways, hopefully befriend him. His father raised me and it was a great honour, I hope that we can all repay the favour to show him our hospitality." "My sister adored the child, I'm sure he will be a fine young man, but he must be nervous to meet you all, being so far from home, and his parents, for so long, to now be even further away."

The family talked for a bit more and then were dismissed to their previous activities. Bran asking to be told the story of the falcon knight, to Jon, Arya following trying to escape going back to her sewing lessons no doubt. Ned beckoned Robb and Cat to remain. "the letter mentioned that he may be in danger. Watch him closely, ensure he is never alone."

Chapter 9 Catelyn.

For the last week Catelyn had been busy with preparations for a feast to welcome her nephew, she was quite excited to hear tales from him of her sister, and her courtly life. Her excitement bristled when she was told that riders were approaching with several banners, the Falcon of Arryn, leading the Bolton's banner no doubt Rooses son from the vale, several vale banners and... the Tully trout of river run. Would it be that her brother or Father has come to visit too to get the boy to safety. Ned had shown her the letter that explained he went to river run first. She would love to see them. They had gathered outside the main keep, to greet him, she saw he rchildren lined up, behind Ned, her by his side, With old nan holding Rickon off to the side. The first rider to come into the courtyard was donned in a blue cape, with a winged full helm. He looked every bit a southern knight. This must be Artos no doubt, she didn't see him tyake of fhis helm as she was still searching the crowd of other horse men. "CAT!" she knew the voice immediately, and depsite what was expected of her, she had run past her husband and into ther uncles Embrace. "uncle Brynden, it is so great to see you. You look amazing, what are you doing here?" "well it only seemed right to come visit my family, and get this one safe to you." motioning for the boy to step forward. By this point NEd had come up to her side now. "Lord Brynden" ned greeted with a warm smile. They both clasped hands and embraced. "Ned you dog, how are ya. If I may, I have the pleasure of introducing Lord Artos Arryn of the vale. The young lord Bowed. "My lord, my LAdy, my parents spoke of you both, often. Thank you for welcoming me into your home." "Arise nephew, the pleasure is ours" Ned gave, "Your father raised me, we became great friends, I hope to repay that son."

Cat Turned to them both, please come meet your family. One by one the children were introduced to her nephew and uncle. Brynden had hugged them all, whereas Artos seemed more formal, shaking hands, and bowing to kiss Sansa' which had impressed her greatly. Arya had been far less impressed, and had thrown a scoured face. Artos picked up on this it seems, for he apologised, and asked how he should have greeted her. She punched him on the arm. Cat was just about to scold her rebellious daughter, but Artos had chuckled and simply replied "noted cousin" hitting her back softly. He shook hands with Theon and seemed to be looking around. Before realising he had not said anything. "i've brought gifts for you all, if I can be shown to my room I'll present them later onc ei have unpacked. In the meantime, My lord and lady can I introduce you to my escort, and friends, and of course Ser Domeric Bolton you bannermens son."

"Of course" Ned replied "Ser Domeric you mentioned?" "yes my lord, we were attacked when we left the vale and Ser Domeric showed his valour protecting a man I consider my brother." "indeed, Ser Domeric step forward" the young man did and bowed down. "Well done Ser, you've done well, and have honoured your father and indeed the north. You are welcome, here, as are you all. We will feast tonight. And after before you set off back to the vale and the riverlands, you are welcome to rest and recover for as long as you need." Cat knew she would be busy, but she truly hoped to steal some time with the boy. But more importantly her uncle. She was glad he made the trip and hoped they would be staying for a while.

Chapter 10 Robb.

Robb had quickly defeated Ser Domeric in the first round, and second, but in the third it was as if the flayed man has found his skin. Robb deflected blow after blow, as many as he saw. Domeric thought smart he realised now, being observed for weaknesses and laziness in Robbs form and not missing a single beat. This round was his. It was Robbs favourite time when visitors came to winterfell, who he could challenge in duels. by this point Theon had stopped being a challenge, and Jon could keep pace, but he always worried his skill was waning. He clasped Domerics hand and cleared the way for the next two combatants; Wendall Royce and Roland Waynwood. He watched and decided that Royce was the better fighter, although Waynewood to the untrained eye was keeping up pace. Jon had approached with Theon. "so, what do you make of him? Your falcon cousin" Theon asked. "he seems nice enough, although I'm keen to see how he fights, he's up next. He glanced over and saw Domeric talking to his cousin and the waxley lad. They seemed close but the kind of closeness that was new, built on the road most like.

"He got Domeric Bolton knighted, for saving his friend from the attack. That was good of him." Jon had looked on at the fight without considering Artos. Near him. It pained Robb that Jon wasn't introduced with him earlier in the day. Robb would have to fix that at the earliest opportunity. Jon was Robbs brother make no mistake, but his mother thought that it might be an insult to Artos and his mother Lysa, his mother's own sister. Robb would judge him on that, more than on his swordsmanship.

The fight between the 2 vale lords ended with Wendall Royce taking a win. Patting each other on the back, that made Robb smile, it seems there was no malice between the vale lording's. Joking around and having the bravado, but giving pointers of how they won. "Hes up" Jon stated matter of factly. Robb watched on as the fight started. Artos didn't move, taking a defensive stance. Letting Waxley approach. Waxley threw a feint that worked forcing Artos to sloppily parry the real strike. Now he truly was on the defensive, as Waxley seized the early lead striking repeatedly. Artos was defending giving it his all, but he seemed to be missing opportunities to counter quite often. Looks like he wouldn't be the falcon knight reborn then. "Yield" "FIRST ROUND TO Edmund Waxley" Rodric Cassell, bellowed.

"looks like you might stand a chance Theon" Jon teased. Robb let out a small laugh. "Shove it bastard" Theon spat out.

"did you notice he didn't counter?" Robb said, looking at artos have a drink of water before they went again. "A ruse perhaps? Like domeric against you?" Jon was observant too, there was a reason he could stand toe to toe against Robb. "Hmmm, no I think he cant act, and he doesn't think steps ahead, but takes each one as it comes."

Robb noticed that domeric had walked round into Artos' vision before round 2 started. There was a slight nod from Artos to him. "ROUND 2 begin!" Almost quicker than before Edmund attacked again, witgh a feint. This time Artos also charged but moving to the left, to avoid the feint. He countered and smacked Waxley in the guy with the hilt of his sword. He winded Waxley. And struck again on his back. "Ye... Yield" Waxley coughed out.

"Quick, he learned from his mistake" Theon said, Artos was helping Waxley to his rfeet, clapping him on the back, Domeric seemed to approve of Artos' last move. This one will decide it. They both took a defensive stance, but Artos called out "Ed, don't forget your feet position when you take a low guard." Waxley corrected. "and don't you forget to counter!"

It was Artos who moved first testing Waxleys defensive stance. They jabbed back and forth, testing eachothers defence. Just then, Artos swung low. That was a mistake as he had to bend forward. It was completely the wrong time to try a low strike, and edmund made him pay for it with as swift hit to the neck. Artos fell down, there was worry from the side lines, as he fell hard. "CEASE" yelled Rodrick rushing in, but Edmund had already backed off. In shock. Cassell Turned him over, and Artos had started to murmer in pain. "Yield" Artos dazingly mumble dout. Cassel laughed at that. A strike like that and oyu wouldn't getg to yeild lad. Help me get him up" Robb walked forward to help but Waxley had beat him to it.

"Im so sorry Arty... My lord I didn't mean to put a lot of force into that" Artos had been helped over to where Jon had cleared some space on the bench. "dont apologise for doing well. Ever." Artos gave him a meek smile. "I'm glad you're going to be my bannermen, not my enemy" "Thank you my lord" "Arty" Atros gave a smile. "So, Robb, what do you make of your cousin then?" Artos had turned to him. "I think you are an amazing swordsman; I look forward to you teaching me how to beat all these Vale lords so when I come back home" giving Edmund a playful glance.

"You have potential, and you're quick, but you make rookie mistakes. The low attack should be used when you already have the advantage. Don't worry we'll show you some northern techniques" Robb gave his cousin a sympahy grin. "Aye your right, I get in my own head, trying to think 4 or 5 moves ahead when I can't master the first one." The fighting had resumed with most returning their attention to the next bout. "what do you think...Jon is it?" Jon had taken aback "you know me?" "I took a guess, it was Jon or 'Robb Starks coat' how close you seem to be to him." That made Robb laugh. "well it seems to me, that mayhaps you shouldn't bother thinking 4 or 5 moves ahead, focus on wining the fight on your next strike. Its riskier, but its smarter too. In a real battle, you may not get 4 more swings."

Robb swelled with pride at that. It was very astute from his brother. "is that how you fight me Jon?" Jon turned, "no I let you tire yourself out with your air of superiority style attacks and then counter." Artos laughed at that, "oh yes I eagerly await these lessons. Im done for the day I think, I'll need to find the maester to send some ravens, iif one of you would show me the way, and then I think I'll retire to my room and unpack." Rob started to walk ahead, "of course cousin"

Chapter 11 Artos

As they walked up to the rookerie, artos was taking in all that he saw, winterfell was bigger than the eerie by about double from what he saw. When he rode through the gates, he was taken aback at the size of it all. The place was old, as if it was around since the beginning of time. Artos love the Eeryie, not just a sit was his, but because of slight things he had noticed throught the years, weaknesses in the defences, which he had had repaired, secret rooms, and passageways within the mountain itself, the enhanced pullysystem of which supplies were brought up. That was his next project. To improve the supply structure. But winterfell. Winterfell was an enormous mystery; the gods only know what these walls had seen.

"Robb this place is incredible. How many people can it support? What interesting things are there? Where's your favorite place?" Artos was more excited despite himself. "Well My father once told me in a siege we could hold Winterfell with 30 men for as many moons. But the maximum fighting men we can hold is 10,000" "10,000! The eerie can hold only half as many" "It is crazy how big it is, tis true, my favourit eplace is probably the Godswood, or the library, I hope to read every book in there one day."

"an educated lord? In the seven kingdoms? Careful or they might name you Robb the reader in the history books" Robb laughed, "there are worse things, Mad king, Aegon the unworthy, Brandon the burner, what about you? Artos the average swordsman?" "haha no I'll be the lusty falcon, or the low Arryn I think as I have no honour in me." "You warned Edmund Waxley about his weak guard postion. And didn't hold the win against him." Artos smiled at that.

"well in truth that's as I see my friends more like brothers. My family is different toyours Robb, Im envious of the relationships you seem to have with your siblings and parents. It's not the same in the secluded Eerie." Artos had gone beyond feeling melancholy and stated it matter of factly. "well you have family here. Im sure we'll become great friends." Robb offered. "thank you, cousin, I'd like that" They walked on until they reached the rookerie, and Robb left Artos with directions to his room, and an offer to check back before the feast if he'd prefer the to not wander around aimlessly.

"Maester?" the old man wearing the maester robes looked up, "ah greetings my lord, you've found your way up here quicker than I'd have thought. I took the liberty of writing your father to inform you had arrived safely, I wa sjust about to send it, but forgive me please call me Luwin"

"thank you maester Luwin, if you can spare the paper, I've a few letters to write." "of course, my lord" Luwin went out of veiw to a shelf and produced some sealing wax, a quill and ink and several sheets of parchment. "tell me Luwin, how many birds do you have for the eerie?" "one for the gate of the moon, and two for the eerie itself." "I plan to write to the Eerie, kings landing, the Redfort, Highgarden, Riverrun, Seaguard, the Twins, castle darry, and the high tower."

"quite a list" The maester enquired. "mostly of thnaks for the hospitality on the way up. We rode through the Riverland's rather than take a boat from gull town." Artos began to write brief thank yous to sea guard and Darry. Keeping it simple, thanking them for their hospitality and warmth.

"and the others?" "letting my family know I'm safe, and permission to write to some of the daughters, it seems I need to star knowing who I should be betrothed to."

Lord Frey, I wanted to thank you once more for your hospitality, in opening up your home to me and mine. Look after your cock, ill be back for a second chance at some of your daughters. You've made a friend in the Vale. Artos Arryn.

That will please the old lord, Artos thought to himself, just enough groveling, just enough crassness, just enough truth. "You father is looking to betroth you already?" "Not necessarily, but there has been talk of it, I figured I would get a head start. Next, he wrote to the high tower, high garden and some other minor houses asking permission to write to some of the daughters, and seeking portraits to be sent. It was Artos' hope that this wasn't over stepping his bounds, and that as the son of a high lord, he could be pickier with his potential prospects than most. In truth he was also not beyond having people receive it with and killing the chance of the betrothal, maybe he could marry Kendra Stone.

Lord Hoster, Grandfather, thank you so much for your hospitality and your words of wisdom, I have taken action to follow your advice, Family and duty. Please send my best to Edmure it was very nice to meet him. I will let my father take the next steps, but rest assured, it has been noted. Please feel better, write me if you can, Lady Catelyn sends her love to you both. As do I. Artos.

Lord Redfort, it grieves me that as a result of me Mychal was injured, please accept my humblest apologies. I pray he recovers swiftly, as does Domeric. We arrived today, And I had to write to apologise to you both. Mychal, thank you for the risk you took, get well soon, I look forward to seeing you again brother. Humbly yours Artos Arryn, heir to the Eryie.

Miranda, I've arrived, I miss you so much, how are you coping? Made any numbers? Have you made a choice on the gift I gave, was it a good idea? Yours, Arty.

Lord Royce, I've arrived, your son has impressed in the training yard, how is your family? I hope you are enjoying your time back home. Please take all available steps to make safe the roads, did you find out how they got horses? Please update me on anything. We're making arrangements for Wendal and the others to come by ship to the fingers, then down to gull town. Signed Artos Arryn, Heir to the Vale.

Artos continued to write letters leaving the most difficult for last.

Father, I have arrived in Winterfell. It is amazing. Ned stark seems like an honorable man who truly loves his family. It looks like he even loves his bastard. I also have nothing but good words to say about Hoster, we talked about everything, family, duty, honour. I think I come from good strong lineages. Send my love to mother and her Robin. Atros Arryn.

If you were to look at that letter, to the common interpretation think you would see a note, explaining the joy of meeting long lost relatives. But Artos knew his father would read the vitriule, and scorn. The defence of him being his true born son and that Hoster told him everything.

Artos heated the wax and pushed his sigil ring into. "Thank you maester, that's the last of them." Luwin looked up from his desk again. "of course, my lord, I'll send them right away"

"if you could remind me, how do I get to my chamber?" As the maester started selecting the birds required for each letter, he replied warmly "make your way done to the first floor, and then along the hall, when you reach the end, you can go through the kitchen and into the hall, then there's a door at the end , go up one set of stairs, and your room is second on the left". Luwin looked over and smiled.

Artos started the journey taking in the views from the windows, seeing nothing but fields for miles, the intricate masonry of the halls and art on the walls. He walked through the kitchen, and introduced himself to some of the staff, just to say hello. They would be serving him his food for the next two years so it was only right that he was on good terms with them, besides Artos was always looking for young maids in the serving girls. He took a bit of meat that was slowly cooking on a spit. When he made it to the room he walked in, and saw his belongings had already been brought in. He didn't have too much, 3 saddle bags filled with clothes, his armor, a few mementos, and a book on the north. Then there were the gifts. For Lady Stark, Artos had prepared a selection of peppercorn, herbs and spices from the vale, and the riverlands, in an embossed box with her Tully Crest, in the hopes that she would like the thought of some southern food. He also had a letter to her from her father Hoster and brother Edmure. It felt wrong to withhold the letter till dinner, but he hoped she would appreciate the formality. For Lord Stark, he got something pracital, and stylish, it was a small thin blade that was still fine quality, but was unique in that it had small circular holes going through the length of the blade and handle. Artos had been working on small things like that his whole life, playing with basic ideas. He wouldn't be the next brandon the builder, but there were little things that he seemed to notice, that no one else had. That was why he had been good at strengthening the defenses of the Eeriye.

Artos' mind began to drift as he was unpacking, he was just about to unpack the rest of the gifts, but then he heard a knock. "Hello?" In walked Ned Stark. "my lord" Artos bowed. "Please Atros, unlce or Ned when we're alone. There was a warmth there, which was appreciated despite the stern face.

"How can I help uncle?" "You took a hard hit, I wanted to check you were alright. And check that you have started to settle in" Artos smiled. "thank you, uncle, I'm fine, everyone has been nice, I look forward to meeting with your family more, and learning swordsmanship form my cousins, they are very good."

Ned Smiled at that. "i think you'll fit in here Artos, you seem a good sort. I'll get someone to bring up some water if oyu want a wash, the feast will begin in about an hour" Ned turned to leave. "Uncle, before you go, I have a gift for you, as thanks for taking me in to your home." Artos went over to his bed. "I thought you meant for the children; you don't owe me anything"

Artos picked up the Knife and turned. "i do, but It didn't seem right not to get on for you and aunt Catelyn. Please take this Lord Stark, I hope you like it." Ned took the Knife and examined it, carefully. "This is... quite a unique make, what do the holes represent?" "they don't represent anything. My father onc etold me the North had no room for grandeur, well I designed this blade to use less metal than one of similar size but without losing any strength. The saved metal could be used elsewhere. It should also be lighter and therefore easier to wield" NEd examined it again, "And youre sure it doesn't lose strength?" Artos nodded. "Thats very clever, can this method be used on swords?" "no, I havent figured that out, blades are too long. Maester coleman and our blacksmith thought on it but couldn't figure out a way to do it."

"Im impressed, you should talk to our black smith Mikken and see if we can produce these en masse and for different blade types." Artos smiled a bit. "I've also been working on ways to do it for farming equipment, but it's still early days, there's a reason your knife looks eloquently made. It was my first prototype." Ned smiled again. "Thank you Artos. If we can perfect it, you gifted me the best gift, a gift for my people."

Chapter 12 Catelyn

Catelyn was escorted into the hall by Artos as the guest of honor, was a tall boy, taller than Robb, but she didn't know what to make of him. Ned had shown her his gift, so he had done his homework, but it was still too early to tell if he would fit in. Nether the less she was determined to keep him safe for her sister Lysa. What trouble was he in? What enemies had Lysa and her husband made? Artos led her to the head dais, as people bowed whilst they passed. She was excited for tonight, as she got to sit next to her uncle. She would be so glad to catch up with him, tell her about her life, her children, his hopes for the future.

After her, followed Robb escorting Sansa, Brandon and Arya, and Rickon. Ned walked in last, walked to the throne, sat and beckoned for everyone else to sit. At Ned's signal the food was brought out. Fish, deer, boar, assorted vegetables all cooked in an assortment of oils and vinegars. Each dish brought out was given to a guest Artos receiving the first, and then uncle, followed by Ser Domeric Bolton (Catelyn amused that there is an honorable Bolton) and the vale lords. Ned rose at that point, "my lords please enjoy yourselves; our hospitality is yours."

"My lady" Artos was off to her side, "i hope you don't find the timing off, but I had a gift for you, more than one in fact." Artos was carrying a wooden box, and presented it to her. She took it and smiled "Thank you nephew, that was thoughtful of you" "well It pasles incompariosn to the next one im afraid, I was tasked with giving you this letter from you father and one form your brother as well. Apologies I wasn't able to give them to you sooner." Artos produced two letters bearing the Tully sigil in wax. Artos was right, she was very eager to read those letters. Bless the young man, for the odd position he was in. She Smiled and took the letters, but placed them to the side. The box Artos had given was beautiful, engraved with the Tully sigil and house words. This would be a beautiful box to store her trinkets and mementos in. She opened the box and saw a selection of coriander, garlic, fennel, mint, sugar and nutmeg. It was an expensive little surplus. "I figured you might have missed some of the tastes of home" Artos looked sheepish, the thought of the gift was definitely nice for someone who didn't really know much about Cat other than her station. She assumed her sister wasn't one to talk about their childhood. "this is great Artos, truly" she smiled warmly at him. "I will give the herbs to the chef, and ask him to cook us something tomorrow. Perhaps we can lunch together?" "that would be great, Please enjoy your meal, and the company of the black fish, I've a couple more gifts to give out. My lady" Artos Bowed.

Uncle Brynden nodded as Artos walked over to her children. "Hes a good lad. Im very proud of him" Brynden was often not one to lavish praise. Except of course to herself. "It pleases me that he has your approva Uncle, in truth im surprised he was fostered here in such a rush, especially as Kingslanding could have had him, or his father could have organised a fostering with Lord Tywin as an example."

"I'm not sure of his motive in truth, at first I thought it might be to get better at the sword. Which is why I came, to help. Ive rarely had time to spar with him. But form what I saw today Robb will have it in hand" Catelyn was proud of her son in that moment. "But then I thought it might be about his honour. Jon Arryn is too much like Hoster in that regard. And Artos despite being competent and good, does have his vices. Chasing maidens, the main one. But then I thought it might just be to strengthen ties between the vale and the north. We're too spread out after all. But we're at peace, unless he knows something the rest of the realm doesn't." That did make sense to Catelyn as Jon Arryn basically ran the kingdom as hand. "His fostering was very short notice for us. In truth the letter demanding it seemed to imply he was in danger. Was this due to the mountain clans?" Brynden, mused at that. "Hmm possible, they have been getting bolder, and have seem to recently got better arms. But if that was the case, Artos should be there leading the lords." "despite his swordsmanship skills?" Brynden smiled and grabbed Cats hand. He gave it a kiss. "ah Cat the north suits you, but not every commander leads form the front. Artos is a far better strategist from what I've seen. But it's his skill at inspiring loyalty. People will die for him."

Cat thought of her children, of Robb. She glanced over at him chatting with Artos, who was listening intently at Robbs story. There was a leader of men in him, she knew that. Would men die for him? Would men fight against him? "Well if he is in danger, he will be safe here at least. But enough of that uncle, tell me about you. Tell me everything."

They talked for the rest of the night mostly. Catching up on his life, and how she was, her children, his reluctance to have any. It was only after the lords started to retire, that Ned had got up to leave, Catelyn hugged her Uncle and went to follow her husband.

When they reached their chamber, she stripped out of her dress and into her night gown. She was still good looking, she knew her figure was good for bearing 5 children, she could probably still bare another. And she loved Ned, she loved when he took her.

"did you have fun with your uncle?" Ned had crawled into bed, beckoning her over. She slipped in to bed and hugged him, "yes I did it's so nice to see family. I wish he had got a family; he deserves the happiness we have." They stayed warm together until they slowly drifted off in each other's arms.

The next morning Cat read the letters from her father and her brother. There was worry about her sister, from her father, which had confirmed her worries for Artos as well. Her father had been bed bound but was recovering. Edmure was finally taking up his duties and was doing well from the sound of it. It wa snice to hear about the goings on in Riverrun, Edmure would need to find a bride soon. But she was happy that he was doing well. Ned had already awoken, and there was food waing for her on a tray on the bedside table. Ned must have let her sleep in. Artos' gift had also been brought up. She would dress, eat and continue with the running of the estate as was her duty now.

Chapter 13 – Artos

Artos was accustom to waking up in different beds, when he travelled to kings landing or around the vale. But as he woke, he felt it weird to think he would be waking in this room for the next 2 years. He had been here for a week or so now, and still he hadn't had the chance to talk to everyone. It should be easier now that his friends and uncle had left back for the vale, along with his uncle and ser Domeric.

"Be well Artos, remember to write us" those were the words of most of his friends as they departed for white harbour, but it was what Edmund Waxley had said to him that almost made him cry. "Arty, you've been a brother to us all, maybe not by blood, but you were always there with us through good times and bad, you've always been the solid support we have needed. It will be our honor to serve you when you return. We'll take care of Mychal for you, and be ready when we take on the clans."

Artos thought better than to ride to white harbour with them, better to have a short good bye, try and remain strong for his brothers. He excpected letters from them all, for when they reached home, and he knew blackfish would see the escort back. Ser Domeric left the day after after promising to visit and write Artos, at his behest. Already playing the game of thrones Artos hoped that Domeric and Robb would grow close. Not just for Robbs sake, but so that the vale would have some influence in the north too.

Artos had broken his fast on some ham and 2 eggs, and had dressed for the day. Now that he was settled in, he would be starting his lessons properly. Today he would be in the yard with Robb Theon and Jon, the day after Maester Luwin would be his tutor, and then he would attend Lord stark after that. Artos had asked to spend a day with the staff, such as Mikken the black smith and Vayon Poole, to see if there was anything he could do to help with the running of day to day jobs, and then he would be back in the yard once done with them. Culminating with a final day in the yard. That would be his regiment with the sixth day a personal day where he could hunt, focus on admin and most likely whore.

Being the son of a lord paramount allowed him to pick and choose where he would learn, and so he wanted to focus on spending time with Robb and uncle Ned. Before he went to the yard, Artos quickly collected the last of the gifts, and headed outside hoping he could find the others on the way, through the great hall. Robb and Jon would receive theirs today, Theon he hadn't accounted for. A foolish mistake, but one he could fix after he saw Mikken. Rickons and Brans gift he would most likely give to aunt Cat. They were simple toys dire wolves made of wood, for them to play with.

He walked through the great hall and saw Lady Cat, it was easy to give Rickon and Bran their gifts, considering they were both present also. If ever money had bought someone, it was safe to say both the boys now readily accepted him. They seemed like good lads, the second and third sons. Nothing like sweet Robin. He asked them what they would be doing today, and asked them if they had any interesting stories to give him for dinner tonight, as Artos hadn't learnt many Northern stories yet. Both eagerly responded saying they would tell Artos their favourite stories of Brandon the builder and Cregan Stark.

Artos left them with their mother and had started to walk to the yard. He had found on his way Sansa Stark. She was beautiful. The 16-year-old first daughter, with Tully hair, and an air of regality. She was a month younger than Artos. "Lady Stark" Artos had smiled fondly at her, "I'm glad I had run into you, I have a gift for you" "Lord Arryn, thank you that is kind" It was obvious she would like Artos just for the fact he was a southern lord, and it was easy to imagine outside of her family, there wasn't much in the North that would swoon a young impressionable lady. "Where are you heading this morning my lady? I was off to tilt with Robb, mayhaps if we are heading in the same direction, I could escort you?" Sansa smiled and nodded. "I'm off to the sept, I would be glad for your escort. I imagine you havent seen all of the castle yet?" Artos chuckled, "In truth my lady I wasn't even aware winterfell had a sept, that's good news for me then as I did wonder how I would do my prayers to the mother and maiden."

Artos extended his hand out for Sansa to rest hers on. She obliged, blushing slightly, and they started to walk. "Yes my lord father built it for my mother when she came North, I follow the seven too like her." "a beautfiul southern young lady hiding in the North, Winterfell has its pleasant surprises" Sansa again blushed. "And who do you pray to mostly?" "I try to pray to all seven equally my lord, you mentioned the mother and maiden?" "Yes its probably silly of me to admit, but I live for women, if I were to be a knight, and when I take th eplace of my father, I hope to improve the lot of women. I think they are the fairest thing in all the world. Kind, smart and loving" Sansa seemed to put more weight on Artos' hand "you are a truly good person my lord. I will be glad to get to know you better."

As they walked through Winterfell, Sansa pointed out small facts about their surroundings. When they reached the sept, in truth Artos was underwhelmed. For such a massive and ancient castle, the sept was tiny and pout of place. Nevertheless, it would be where he prayed on his personal day. "will you come and pray with me my lord?" "It truly is my wish that we can spend more time together. Also, I have my gift for you, please allow me to present it once we are done".

They entered the sept and Artos Kneeled he prayed to the warrior that day to help him learn from Robb to be better equipped to fight. And as always, the mother to protect his subjects in the vale, and the maiden for Kendra, Mya and all the girls who have been with him.

Artos waited for Sansa to finish her prayers and when she rose, Artos presented Sansa with a small pendant, it was again with the theme of the other gifts and was a blue silver rose. "It's said your aunt was a northern rose, who was so beautiful that men went to war for her. I see now that in front of me is the most beautiful Stark who has ever lived. Will you allow me to place this on you?" "At this point Artos was worried that he may have been too heavy handed as Sansa was redder than the sun. She moved her hair to the side as she turner, and Artos placed the pendant round her neck and did the clasp.

"My lord you are so very kind. Thank you for your words." Artos grabbed her hand, "please know, this may have started as a formailty, but im glad we will get to know eachother." If you will excuse me my lady, I have to meet Robb, and give his gift... tell me, I've notice Arya seems quite different to you, I think I may have gotten her gift wrong. Is it safe to say shes not quite lady like yet?"

"not a bit, you shouldn't waste your time with her my lord." that peaked Artos interest, perhaps there was a bit of discontent oin the façade he had seen so far. "Thank you, my lady, and please call me Artos, at least until you have thought of a nickname for me" Sansa giggled and curtsied.

Chapter 14 – Jon Arryn

Artos was smart, that was for sure, he had said it all in his letter and said nothing. But Jon knew his...he knew Artos. He burned it as was custom to avoid others reading it b ut he had no illusion of doubt that it came to him first. Spies were everywhere in kingslanding, and now he barely trusts his own household. "Hugh, fetch quill, and after that bring food, I'll need you both before the council meeting. "yes m'lord" Hugh hurried out.

It didn't take long for quill to knock on the door. "Enter" Both Hugh and quill walked in. Quill had been a good steward for Jon for basically his whole life, he was competent, and loyal. Which is a valuable thing to have in kingslanding. Hugh was a boy that turned up to his household care of his mother, a serving wench, Jon once tumbled. How did it all come to this. It was obvious Hugh had arryn looks, but could he say the same for the other two. Artos at least was honorable. Minus making the mistakes that Jon had.

It was part of why they argued often. Jon never forgve himself for his failings, and to see those in his son, who might not even be his son, the lust for women, the adultress wife. How did it all come to this. Well he would fix it if he could. Hosters letter had eased his suspicion, and he would find out from Ned too. In truth he had no doubt as the dates didn't match up for Artos to be Baelishs, but there could have been others, some servant in the vale, some minor squire when they first came to kingslanding.

"Both, Artos has arrived in Winterfell, and Lord Manderly has informed us the escort has set sail. Quill anything from Lord Royce?" "Yes, my lord, he's sending out sorties to track down where the clans are. He's awaiting instruction on what to do with them when we find them." "Hmmm" Jon mused. "Our priority is to find out how they are getting equipped before we go to war. I would have us well prepared."

Artos rose from his desk, "and the other incident?" There was a silence in the room. "My lord," Hugh started, "We, that is to say I think," Quill cut him off "my lord youre asking us to out play Petyr Baelish, a man who from our research is bribing half of kings landing. Wouldn't it be simpler just to dismiss him from his position?"

"No, I fear that if lord Baelish is sent back to the Vale, Lysa will follow, and then I assume some scheme will follow. Better to keep him in place until we can act. Let him have comfort, comfort breeds complacency" Jon looked at both the men. "And that is why, the game must be played. If we do nothing, he has nothing to combat, and his plans will more easily come into fruition. So, I ask again, what of the other incident?"

"I will go to the brothel, and hope for special treatment. And see what Baelish does. How often he visits and whether it would be easy to storm the place." Quill had beocme more resolute it seems. "Thank you quill, and where will you be Hugh?" "Stuck to Sweet Robin. Under the guise of attempting to sneak in training for the lad, but really to gage what Lysa does and cause public out bursts form her" Atros closed his eyes and nodded slowly. "thank you both for your loyalty. I assure you this will not be forgotten." And in truth he wouldn't, he had hoped the little finger lands could go to Hugh once knighted and Baelish gone. And Quill would be raised to nobility, and allowed lands of his choosing.

"My lord, there's one more thing, Lord Stannis has asked to meet with you, on what he claims is a matter of most import." Quill had added whilst beginning to rise. "Do send for him Quill" No doubt Stannis would be here about something Robert had ignored, or some unseen slight. In truth, Jon Pitied Stannis, he was a dutiful second son, that seems to have been searching for, mayhaps not love, but recognition.

As he waited for Stannis, his mind drifted again to family. He would write to Ned again. He would just find Robin, a wife, marry him matrilineally, to an old house with a daughter for an heir. He was thinking of old Lord Royce Coldwater. High enough to not raise suspicion, low enough to not have dreams of grandeur. He would have to figure out when best to do it though. It all seems to come back to Lysa. She loved sweet Robin, but despised him he knew. He treated her right, and despite being older by a good 20 years, he was never cruel, never raped her, afforded her a lot of freedom that some wives don't get.

It wasn't always like this mind, she loved Artos in the beginning, but as he grew older, and started to require her less, love went to apathy and apathy hate. But not with sweet Robin, not with Baelish's possible child. She had grown ever reliant on him, to the point of embarrassment. And Robin had never left his mother's side. He should be a page boy by now but is still suckling at his mother's teet.

So lost in his thoughts, Jon barely registered the knock on his door. "Lord Stannis to see you my lord" from one of the guardsmen outside. "Lord Stannis, come" Jon stood from his desk as the coarse man strode into his solar. "Lord Arryn" Stannis said gruffly. There was no small talk with this man, no need to ask after his daughter Shireen, just straight to business. "Lord Baratheon. How can I help?" Stannis paused. "We need to talk in private" Jon walked over to the window. "You have a place? For privacy is rare even here."

Stannis and Jon had made it to the docks, where they boarded one of the ships in Stannis' care. Clever he thought, as it could just be talking about the master of ships role. Stannis was surprisingly good at this. As he started to point out improvements he could make to the ships, he raised his voice; "See there, this is why we need to think of a new way to secure the life ropes. It gets in the way of the..." Stannis rattled on pointing to various parts of this old ship. Jon playing along, asking about costs. "how easy of a change is that to make to all our ships? What would the timeline be to do it? Safety first whilst we are at peace" And so on, until they reached the captains quarter. Ser Davos Seaworth was on guard outside, a reliable man Jon thought.

"So, my lord what troubles you." Stannis had held his tongue for a slight pause, obviously thinking it over in his head. "I'm told you have had dealings with some of my brother's bastards here in the city?" Jon looked confused, "Yes a couple of the olde rones, I have had placed in households, found them professions. of course Edric Storm I sent to Storms end. Why?" "I need to meet some of them." Jon still couldn't make a connection. "Forgive me Lord Stannis but why? Is this a succession issue, Lady Shireen would surely not need to marry a bastard cousin? I'd even offer up Lord Robin if I didn't know you would reject it."

"I fear not, I just need to confirm something. Tommen Baratheon's birth has made me ponder certain things of late. I need to fulfill my duty" ...

Chapter 15 – Jon

He had spotted Artos, talking to Mikken, no doubt to talk about the work they would be doing. Jon hadn't known what to think of Artos yet. If he had disdain for Jon, it wasn't obvious, and Robb seemed to like him. No doubt Theon would see him as a threat, if they grew closer. Time would tell if he fits in, it's easy to bring gifts, and be treated with respect, but the north Is for wolves and giants, not falcons, weak men don't last.

Robb and Theon were already at the racks, as Jon walked over. Catching the end of their conversation ".. well if you ask me, its an odd move to take, and further still, it should have been confirmed with your father as lord." Theon was complaining. "True enough, but it's not something father would have refused, his hands would have been tied. I still say its positive, if only at the least to get someone else in the yard with us." Robb looked over to Artos, and instinctively to fill in Jon gave the reason for the talk. "Jon, Theon thinks Artos has overstepped his bounds by inviting Ser Domeric to visit him here, and come to tilts. But he didn't ask fathers permission first. A mis step. Now of course father has had to accept it as Domeric is the son and heir of the second strongest house. To refuse would cause resentment and be a slight. Butwe disagree on whether he should be punished, warned or forgiven." "Punihsed for over stepping his bounds." Theon called for, "Not to be thrown in a cell or anything like that but he should be given additional duties, sharpen every sword within the week or the like. Something useful"

Jon Pondered briefly, Robb was fair in his description and to be fair to Theon, it was a good idea of a punishment, get the lords hands dirty. If he wasn't already asking for that kind of work anyway, as he had for Poole and Mikken. "I believe I'm with Theon on this one" both looked at him in surprise. "The punishment would be to nip this behaviour in the bud. You forget Robb, he comes to us as being an acting lord for his father, he has run a household for most his life what with his father being hand of the king. But now he is a servant to Lord Stark, he needs to be put in his place, too gentle and he may revert." Robb pondered, "the punishment then? He's already going to be working with Mikken and Veynon Poole" looking at Theon to see if he heard the correction for his friend on that point. Robb was good at taking sound advice at least, a good quality for the future lord paramount. Theon however...

"Well the issue is, he still is a lord paramount, so you can't have him muck out the stables or something like that. I'd have him look at something like strengthening Wintertown or rebuilding the ruined tower. Give him a purpose but the punishment being tie his hands behind his back so that everything goes through You or Lord Stark. Force him to think."

"You almost had a good idea there Snow, agreeing with me but you had to go ruin it. There's honor to be found in strengthening the North. That should be Robb's duty or mine even, but not as a punishment, not to an outsider." Robb spoke up. "You were an outsider once too Theon, don't forget that" Harsh but true Jon mused and it did shut Theon up. Jon tried to lighten the mood.

"Well theres the ultimate answer then. Robb, ask Ned to let Theon begin the task of rebuilding the first keep, and have Artos work under him. Theon gets the recognition, the authority and respect, Artos is punished by having to work for Theon." Robb laughed and Theon beside his hate for Jon laughed muttering "I'll get you to work under me too bastard"

It was then the laughter died slowly as he saw that Artos had managed to walk up with Ser Rodrick. "Good thing none of you are Lords yet" Ser Rodrick chastised, this man -not boy- is you honoured guest, Robb he's your cousin... "Forgive me Ser, the fault is mine" Jon spoke. "I had made the joke of my better, Sr Rodrick, Lord Artos please I beg your forgiveness" Jon bowed his head. "Nice try Jon, but no, all three hold of you hold blame. Since you were to discuss punishment for others, Lord Arryn would oyu like to decide any punishment for these three for besmirching you?"

All three had looked sheepish at that point, wondering what he had heard, mucking out the stables Jon had mentioned, that could be fitting for Jon the bastard. "Ser Cassell... I thank you truly for defending my honor, but I'm not worthy, I'm not all that honorable in truth. Ultimately, I think they speak true, I have come here to learn, from your tutelage and Lord Starks, but also from the three before us. I've noticed in my short time here that all three are bright young men, I can blame them for thinking forward. Besides, this was all caused by my mistake of not going to Lord Stark first, it would be ill thought to start dishing out punishments now too."

"Very well, lets see if that changes after each of these bright boys kicks you to the dirt by the end of the day" Ser Cassell had chortled out. "Robb, I think it's time I give you your gift, on that note." Artos presented Robb with a beautifully polished shoulder paldron. It looked good quality, and had a beautiful design. It was the snarling head of a direwolf, atop a sturdier piece of metal. "The Wolf isn't just decoration, the angles on it should help deflect blows from arrows and sword away from your face. Wear this when you think you need it in battle against me, after the 2 years I reckon." Artos gave Robb a friendly pat on the back. "And Theon, forgive me but I didn't know enough of you to figure out what gift to buy you." This had shocked Theon visibly. "For me?" "Yes, well I knew you were a ward here, but I didn't know what sort of relationship you truly had, forgive my boldness but you're basically a Stark in all but name correct?" "N-" "Of Course" Robb had cut Theon off. "Right, so that answers my question of is the gift to be decorated with wolves or not." Arto Smiled at Theon. "Right that's me done, Ser Cassell, thank you for the delay."

Cassell took the reins again and began instructed them, pairing them off, one versus one, two versus two, Robb Versus all and so on. Robb seemed to be going hard against Artos at the beginning of the day, but had cooled off and was instructing him more. Jon knew why, it was because there was no acknowledgement of him, no gift for the bastard. Jon loved his brother, for always defending him. He wished he weren't a bastard, he wished he had a future here, less ammo for Theon to argue on with him. But he wasn't. The day ended with a final bout between Jon and Artos. He knew it would be quick, he would win. Artos hadn't won a single duel all day. He came close once against Theon but Artos was still thinking too much. In truth it was probably expected of Jon to lose, but he wouldn't, he would fight as well as was needed.

Artos had taken a good stance, a defensive one. Jon took an aggressive one. "BEGIN" Cassell yelled. Artos surprisingly and quickly made a large swing forward aiming at Johns shoulder, Jon barely had time to move out the way. Moving slowly round to Artos' left. He wouldn't give in and tried to bring the blade around but Jon had now parried it. There was more force behind it than Jon was expecting, but he held off the brunt of it. He disengaged and went on the offense, Artos was good at giving ground, better than he had been at first. He managed even to counter once, but Jon finished him off with a strike to his stomach. Winding him and making him go down. There was no malice in it, but it was obvious he had struck hard to blow him.

"Ugh Jon, go easy on me next time." Jon reached his arm out to help him up. "You're still in your own mind. But that first attack was good. Glad to see you're trying to end the fight on your first swing. Next time work on making every swing like that." Artos who was still hunched over slightly spoke, "Thanks Jon, maybe you can spar with me on the free day. Go over the basics." Jon nodded, "Also... " Artos spoke in a hushed voice, "...I brought you a gift, it's in my room, will you come by later and collect it? I'm sorry, but I hope you understand, this has to be secretive, for the honor of my aunt Lady Stark."

Ah, that made Jon sad, almost a Stark, worthy of a gift, but not quite. "I can tell by the look on your face, I've insulted you, my apologies. It's just there's some protocol to maintain. Trust me, I don't think less of you or anything like that. I truly think you'll like your gift. I'll see you after I've washed up"

Jon had put his sword away and gone up to his room. It was further away from his siblings then he'd have liked, and in a less prestigious place, but it afforded him more privacy, he was at the end of a hall with only one entry, a repurposed store room. It was fine for him in that he had everything he needed in it, but there was not much he owned. He had clothes, food and books from the library, a couple of gifts from his previous birthdays.

He walked over to Artos' room, a better room purely for the more light that comes in. And that it was set up to actually be a room. He knocked on the door, and walked in after he was given permission. Artos had unpacked, and surprisingly, he had not much more than Jon in his room on display. There was the Arryn banner he rode in with, his armor, which was an amazing set, and some documents on his desk. He had packed light it seems.

"Jon thank you for coming to see me." Artos gave a warm smile, "unless of course you came to finish me off." As Artos who threw up his hands in defence. They were roughly the same age, but Jon could tell they would be different men. Jon was more stoic than that. "I just wanted to say, thank you for considering me for a gift, im sorry if I had looked annoyed." Artos rushed over and hugged Jon. "listen, Jon, I think we're both in bad postions over this. It's my fault, but I want you to know I like you. Whatever your situation, you can talk to me, I swear I don't think less of you for your name or anything of the sort. That's why I even got the gift, I assumed that you were family for the fact you lived here alone. I think I can count on 1 hand how many people actually raise all their children."

Jon had appreciated it, truly, but couldn't admit to why he was annoyed by it, considering the link between them was Catelyn Tully. She was the one who had made Winterfell an awful place to be for him. "Thank you Artos."

"Thank you jon" he warmly added, "now allow me to present you this as thanks for allowing me into your home and your tutelidge." Artos walked over to a drawer set and produced from within a pauldron. It was simpler than Robbs in shape he saw. But as it was brought closer, he saw it was still exquisitely made. Artos handed it to him "In the south, we allow for bastards to wear the sigil of their parents with the colours reversed. So, I figured make your gift the most Stark I could." On the pauldron was an inlay of a direwolf made of what appeared to be white gold. With a small ruby in the place of an eye. "I hope you like it. I figured whatever your future holds, you'll be as protected as Robb...white wolf"

Jon looked up and smiled "I like that, Jon the white wolf, I almost sound like a southron knight" "Hahaha well teach me to wield a sword half as good as you and Robb and ill knight you myself! Now one more thing Jon. How close are you to Arya? I had a gift for her but I don't think it's fitting."

"Is it a sword?" Jon asked "...no it's a pendant" Jon smirked. "You'd have maybe been better swapping our gifts then, as Arya wants nothing more than to not be a lady."

Chapter 16 Artos

Artos awoke to the sound of his door creaking shut. One of the serving girls, he tumbled her often, but she never stayed around to be found out. It had been almost a year since he arrived at Winterfell, but he had made it his home. It hadn't always been easy mind, juggling his responsibilities here, keeping in contact with his father and the vale. He was increasingly worried about the vale, there had been no luck in finding out how the clansmen were getting more and more organised. Lord Royce, Ser Vardis and blackfish were doing an admirable job, taking the fight to them at every turn, but they disappeared as quickly as they show up to raid. His last letter to the lords was to start checking if they were missing anything from their stores. There had to be a weak link somewhere, that he just wasn't seeing. Blackfish suggested gathering men and going keep to keep, but if he didn't trust his lords, they wouldn't trust him. Besides, it would be imprudent to start accusing people without proof. He must mention this to lord stark and Rob, get their opinions.

He lazily made his way over to the wash basin and splashed his face, today was his day with Theon working on the repairs. It had turned into a bit of a competition in fact. As Robb was also given a duty to oversee him and Jon in the repairs, of the first keep and Wintertown. It worked well that Robb was overseer, as he would be the next Lord, and that both Theon and Jon were given the duty of repairs with Artos as advisor. Artos suggested to avoid the competition getting too riled, all would be responsible for every part, not one son to the keep one son to the tower one son to Winterfell. It seemed to be working in the sense that Jon and Theon could seem to stand each other more. Less cruel japes between them.

Robb's decision was the ultimate goal of the repairs would be for preservation in Winter as opposed to defence, so both winters town and the first keep were being built sturdier and more permanent to house people and supplies as opposed to fend off attackers. The first few months were a difficult pace, and the total time would take longer than Artos would be here, but they had settled into a good stride. Mikken and Veyon Poole had become teachers of sorts to the boys, but had taken on more apprentices to deal with the extra workload. Stone was coming in from the Rills, lumber from the wolfs wood. In fact, Lord Stark had instructed that his bannermen should look to their lands where possible, as he suspected the next winter would be longer than ever.

A lot had changed round Winterfell in a year as a result, there was more small folk for one, but Robb had taken on more leadership roles, sitting in judgement under his father's direction. Theon was more Stark than ever, he seemed to have a different sort of pride when he walked around. Even Jon, the bastard in the shadows was slowly becoming more visible to inhabitants of Winterfell. Artos didn't know Robbs plans for Jon when he became lord, truthfully Artos didn't even know what Jon had wanted. But Artos assumed a lordship, perhaps Moat Cailin would be in order. They would often reconvene, and Artos would give Robb advice on ruling, and the four of them would take turns to offer suggestions to a proposed problem. Each one would then have to argue and persuade for their choice. This was also an excellent exercise for Robb, Artos had mused, as too easy was it for a Lord to make a decision, and expect it to be followed out. There was diplomacy needed too. There was often times the need to make people passionate about the things you were passionate about.

It wasn't even just the lording's that were changing, Sansa was helping her mother more, Arya was following Artos, and Jon around ho had been secretly giving her martial training here and there. And artos himself? He pondered how much he had changed. He was busier than he thought he would be. That is for sure. He had started to realise he had become a part of this loving family, but he truly missed his brothers. They often wrote to him, explaining their lives, and their adventures, how they would route out some clansmen or that they were knighted for winning a minor tourney. Mychal Redfort was becoming more of a lady's man, showing off his scars. Domeric Bolton would oft visit, and school them all in the tilts. Artos had started to gain a bit more muscle, and his swordsmanship was improving. Early on it was decided he would fight better with sword and shield than a bastard sword. It had seemed to do the trick, he still couldn't beat rob, but he could now stand toe to toe with Jon and Theon.

With everything going on, throughout it all however, Artos missed Kendra the most. He wrote her as often as he could. But Ravens couldn't carry the lengthiest of letters. He had tried to send riders as well. Even then though he wished she oculd visit her, hold her...love her. She hads written back too, telling him of some stable boy who was catching her eye, or a villager she had met. But also, how much she loved him. He would have to buy get her something for her name day soon. Artos felt he was uniquely good at gifts. If it was the thought that counted, he had definitely put in the time for that. His brothers, his lovers, his small folk even. but gods know what to get her this time, maybe Sansa could help.

He had washed and dressed lost in his musings and would soon head down to work, but first he would break his fast. He wandered out of his room after dressing in some rough spun workman clothes ready for the day ahead. When he made it into the great hall he made his way upto the dais. "Lord Stark, my Lady" as he bowed to his aunt. He winked at Arya as he went to sit down. "How are we all this morning?" He had sat next to Arya and the boys, ruffling Rickon's hair. "Artos" It was Lord Stark, he looked troubled. "Will you come to my solar after you've eaten, I have something to talk to you about" He gave a smile and stood up to leave, Aunt Catelyn followed. "that's odd, father usually tries to eat with us every day, he hadn't even begun yet." Artos wondered what it was that he would be called up for, but he was still hungry so he had decided to keep them waiting for a bit. Artos decided to eat heartily so he put onto his plate 4 rashes of bacon 3 sausages and 2 boiled eggs. It wasn't long before Jon and Robb joined. "morning all" Robb had given. Sitting next to Jon, they started filling their plates. "Whats on your plan today everyone" Jon had said. "I'll be with Theon working on the east wall today, Arya, will you be joining me?"

"Arya should be with the septa today" Sansa said as she walked in. Artos rose, which annoyed Arya to no end, and amused Robb and Jon. "I'd rather be anywhere else, even if it's with the dumb falcon knight!" Arya had yelled. Atros laughed. "I love you too cousin" he let laugh, before they could argue further Artos went to change the conversation. "speaking of people who dislike the stupid southern knight, wheres Theon?"

"Most likely in winterstown... inspecting the smallfolk, like Ros" Robb laughed. It occurred to Artos that he hadn't seen either of them within 4 feet of a woman. Most like they were too honourable. Not Theon though, he shared some of Atos' sensibilities in that regard.

"If you see him, will you tell him I'll be delayed, your father wanted to see me." Robb nodded. They all chatted for a while as they ate. Arots cautious not to keep Lord and Lady Stark waiting too long, ate quickly. "right, I'll see everyone shortly, fare well. Arya, Bran come find me after your lessons with the Septa and we'll practice more with the bow" Artos got up to leave, and ruffled Rickon's hair once more.

Artos walked up the stairs to his uncle sSolar, he had done it many times now, for lessons, punishment, advice, information. It felt odd to be summoned for both his aunt and uncle to be present. When he reached the door he knocked and waited for the summons. There were no guards at the door today.

"Enter Artos" He opened the door and bowed, "My lord, my lady, how may I be of service" Catelyn walked over and hugged him tightly. "Please it is just Catelyn and Ned" Ned also stood, "Artos please have a seat. They all sat.

"Artos, my dear nephew, first I want you to know how proud we both are of you. You came to us as a man in your own right, rough round the edges but good. You've not disrespected us or yourself in your time here, you've taught my children, and I think learned a great deal as well. It grieves me to be the bearer of bad news but a raven came yesterday..." Dark wings dark words "..and a rider came last night. I'm so sorry my lad, but its your father Jon"

Artos froze. Catelyn grabbed his hand. "The raven was written by the king. Your father has passed. I'm so sorry, know you do not grieve alone, Jon was like a father to me, he saved my life and waged war for me as well. I loved him, and I have since loved you."

Artos still frozen, filled with emotion, didn't know what to say. His father was dead, Artos was a lord paramount, was he sad? Should he be angry? When would he depart for kingslanding to stand vigil over his father? Will he leave Winterfell and never return. How did he die?

"How did he die?" "We don't know for sure, but the raven said it was old age" Catelyn had replied. "I'll have to leave for Kings landing then, to stand vigil. I'll have to let Robb know how Theon and Jon were progressing. I'll need to say bye to them all, but I'll leave soon. I.. thank you for everything both, but I must..." Artos started to stand. Catelyn had held on to his hand tears filling her eyes. "Artos, theres more, you can't leave." she said holding back emotion. "The king comes North and has asked you to stay here for his arrival. "Ned has said. "He is due in two moons turn. You can stand vigil here in the sept. I'll let the others know your duties are to be taken on by everyone else. We'll help you through this. When you're ready we'll be here for whatever you need."

Artos paused for a moment, squeezing Catelyns hand back. "How are my mother and brother? Will they come with the king?" Ned looked off to the window, returned his gaze, and smiled sullenly. "They've gone to the vale"

"What? Why? They should be with my father, what did the raven say?" "Most like shes gone home in grief, she'll run the Vale in your stead as regent and you will be Lord paramount upon your return. You'll be with her soon, and I'm sure your brother will want to be with you as well"

"No, with the hill clansmen ill need a regent of war, I'd actually hope to find your advice, on the matter before, but well. My lord, Ned, I'll need use of your ravens again I'll need to inform his, well my bannermen."

Life would change for Artos now, he knew it would happen one day, but he was still in shock. His mind raced to all he would have to do. In truth he wasn't even thinking of his father. The man he would never see again. Should he be crying? Why wasn't he more emotional, seven hells his father thought Artos might not even be his, but that didn't matter now. He needed to go to the sept, and pray, and contemplate. He would ensure today he would send all the letters he needs to, and then he would go to the sept.

"Take your time Artos, we'll be here when you're ready, we all will." Catelyn hugged him once more. "Listen, don't tell the others, I'm not ready yet I need to be alone, but that shouldn't mean they should be distracted because of me." Artos rose and sadly smiled at them both. "of course son" Ned gave, a warm smile "but when you're ready we should talk again. Theres more you should know."

Artos made his way to the maester's tower. Luwin was not to be seen, most like as Ned knew this was where Artos would go first, and Luwin most like would have seen the letter. He knew he would have to write all the lords, as they would be expected to swear now to him, and he would keep Bronze Yohn as his regent whilst away. Blackfish will have to be replacing ser Vardis to keep his mother at bay with a bit more authority, but Lysa would rule the Eryie , he knew she wouldn't be grieving after the fact she left Jon's bones in kingslanding.

Ok First one to Bronze Yohn, officially naming him Regent, for the Vale informing him to spread the word of his father's death, and to have them ready to travel to the Eryie for a commemoration feast. Then to the blackfish, instructing him to return to the Eyrie and take Ser Vardis' place. To his mother next, sending his love, and condolences. And one to his brother. He would write one to all his lords, and his uncle and grandfather.

No doubt the news would spread fast, some would mourn, some would cheer, some would move on and forget. It was a long day of writing for him, he was morose, and still not as emotional as he thought he should have been. At this point in fac the was more bitter of the fact he was a suspected bastard in his father's eyes. Hopefully this was his tightest kept secret. If that got out, it would mean either he would be replace be Robin, a more likely bastard, or it would be a life time of strife and hard rulership.

His feet carried him to the sept, and he knelt before the altar, a drawing on the walls of each of the seven circled around him. He prayed to the crone first, and went clockwise round the rest. As he finished praying, he stood by the alter and would not move from this spot eight hours. As his mind drifted, he wondered what would have happened if it were, he who died, or if it was Ned and how his children would have responded. He was jealous of that, angry even. He loved his cousins, they had welcomed him for sure, and he had built up relationships with them. But they were an example of everything he wasn't. He would emulate them, with his children and future wife. If he had bastards, he would raise them like Ned had Jon. Get them legitimised to be the heirs of Kendra, or given lands and knighthoods. So lost in his thoughts, he did not realise Sansa had come into the sept.

"My Lord" Sansa smiled at him. He smiled back if only meekly, "are you ok Artos? What did father talk to you about? are you in trouble?" Artos hugged her, which of course made Sansa blush as she was caught unawares. "it's nothing, ill just be in my room for a while. But thank you for always asking after me" Sansa smiled and more bold than usual hugge dhim back and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "always" she said. "will you escort me after I'm done?" She asked. " I'm afraid not, I'll be here most of the day, then Ill be going to my room. Your welcome there of course, but I don't think ill be much fun" "Are you sure you don't want to talk Artos?" "I'll find you when I do, I promise" Sansa continued her prayers. As she got up to leave, she gave one last look over her should to Artos kneeling at the Alter and left.

Chapter 17 Ned

"Focus on your breathing Bran and keep your arm straight" Jon was telling Bran as they were at the archery targets. Ned looked on and was impressed with his sons, teaching each other and forming brotherly bonds.

Bran arched the string back, shot and was very far wide. The boys laughed. "And which of you was a good shot at his age?" Ned chimed in with a scolding voice. "Go Bran try again" He offered warmly. Encouraging the young boy. He went to draw again, lined up the shot and... Thwak! A bullseye. Ned was just about to yell out a congratulatory roar, when he looked at bran and say he still had the arrow attached to his bow. Everyone looked around and saw Arya behind him holding a bow. She had the biggest smile and bowed low multiple times until Bran had given chase to her. That made Ned laugh. He loved his family dearly. He must reign in Arya though, If Cat had anything to do with it, she wouldn't know what a bow even is. Artos hadn't helped in that regard by gifting her one. Poor Artos, he had been in his room for a few days now. Ned made sure food was brought to him and space was given to him to grieve.

He had brought some useful enthusiasm to the North; some clever ideas and Ned would be sad to see him go. But he's sadder still that Jon Arryn had died. If the Lannister's murdered him like Artos' mother suggested he would see justice done. He owed Jon that much, at least.