Chapter 11

Hey guys sorry for the wait but like always this next chapter was a pain in the fucking ass.

The reason for that is becomes I just don't feel like I did Tyrion and I just keep rewriting and rewriting but just never fully grab it. So sorry for anyone who feels like I didn't do him justice.

To Brady420 I fully agree I was too obvious but in my defense do you really need to be complex with Robert. I don't think so.

To The Headless Samurai and yes we will see some changes to Robert but not as much as you may hope. I am however going to try to give him one more good showing before he pass away. Why becomes I like the guy lol.

TenguTie I know very little about metal making so if you can give me a list of strongest to weakest that would be so cool.

DahakStaz and arnix we will see the crossbow along with the longbow for the army. We have just not seen it yet.

To rahad we will see Lelouch fuck up some in the story but please just remember he is like a 32-year-old man in a 14/15-year-old body. He has had a lot of experience doing this and a long time to plan lol.

vampwalker709 don't really mean to make Cersei seem dumb. I like the crazy bitch and I have big plans for her in my next fanfiction after I am done with this one.

s.k.f.f.f the printing press came out in the mid 1400's and the first microscope that could see red blood cells was I think in the 1700. I may be wrong.

Ok someone I forgot who said I made Robb look weak and like a coward. When I look back ya I can see what you mean. He was a very smart guy and a wonderful tactician but where is the thing he was killed by the most likely people who would kill him. It was not some random thing or person that couldn't have been stop. No, it's the most likely asshole who would do it and he was dumb for getting himself killed that way. On that note my Robb is not so different from the old one. He is still brave, a great fighter and a wonderful tactician but here is were it changes. He has grown up with Lelouch a man how has very little in what the North would think of as honor. Becomes of that Robb is see the world as it really is and not some black and white world were men hold honor above everything else. In other words, he is willing to color outside the lines more. He is not willing to go as far as Lelouch is but ya he is willing to do some dishonorable things in exchange for victory.

This chapter had not been beta. Thank you for reading I hope you like this chapter.

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-King's Landing 297AC-

Sitting out in the garden drinking some wine Lelouch was playing a game of cyvasse by himself. Right now, there was little for him to do intel his meeting with the hand later on today. All the pieces were on the board and now all he had to do was wait for his opponents to start making their moves. If he had guessed right the master of coin would be the first to make a move. No doubt the man thought Lelouch was in the way of what ever it was he was trying to do but Petyr was also a smart man and wouldn't make a move here in the capital for fear of the spies that he knows are watching his every move. Well that was unless Lelouch had overestimated littlefinger.

Hearing a sound from across from him Lelouch looks up and sees the queen, her children and one of her brothers walking towards him. When they get closer Lelouch stands and greets the queen with a bow. "Your majesty good morning to you and your family."

Cersei had to fight hard to keep the look of distaste off her face at seeing Lelouch. This boy had shamed her at last night's feast, but he acted like nothing had happen at all. She would not forget this insult but for now she could play nice and wait. "Lord Stark what a pleasure it is to see you this morning. I hope you do not mind if we join you this fine morning seeing as my children just insisted that I let them come outside to fly their kites some more."

"Not at all your highness, I would be deeply honored if you would join me. My queen I must say I am truly happy that your children enjoy my gifts so much. There truly is nothing more joyful then seeing the smiles of happy children." Lelouch says with a smile that once more makes Cersei blush a bit.

"We love them Lord Stark. thank you once more for the wonderful gift." Tommen says with a wide smile as his sister nods her head happily as well.

Lelouch just smiles at the children as Cersei looks down at her son and daughter saying, "Why don't the both of you go play now while I keep Lord Stark entertained." She does not need to say any more as both children take off as fast as their feet will carry them.

With the children now gone Cersei looks at Lelouch and smiles. "Shall we sit and talk Lord Stark?"

"It would be my honor your highness but first I must introduce myself to your brother. You are Ser Jaime Lannister the kingslayer are you not." Lelouch asks.

Jaime who had been unusually quite sense Cersei and Lelouch started talking looks at the boy and answers him. "Indeed, I am Lord Stark. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He said this without the normal arrogant or sarcastic tone he usually uses. The reason being that from the moment they walked up to Lelouch he had been on guard. Call it instinct or paranoia but something deep down inside him told him to be on guard around this boy least he was to lose his life. The guards behind the boy didn't help this feeling any as well. They were station in such away that there was no blind spot from which one could use to attack Lelouch and even if there was one the guards where are ready on high alert from the way their hands laid on the hilt of their swords.

By contrast the guards around his sister were to lax. They were supposed to be protecting his sister the Queen yet they were not even somewhat on guard. Then there was the man standing right behind Lelouch. Jeremiah was his name if he recalled correctly and like his lord he made the hair on the back of his head stand on edge.

"Then it is truly an honor to finally meet you Ser Jaime." Lelouch gives a slight bow to him.

This throws both Jaime and Cersei off a bit seeing as both are used to people thinking badly of Jaime for the killing of Aerys II Targaryen. "An honor? I was under the impression your father didn't think very highly of me Lord Stark." Jaime says with a raised eyebrow.

"Indeed, he does not think well of you at all. In fact, he ranks you as one of the more dishonorable if not the most dishonorable man in the land." Lelouch says with a straight face.

Lelouch words cause Jaime's face to scrunch up in displeasure. "Then you will excuse me if I don't believe you when you say it's an honor to meet me then."

"No excuse needed Ser Jaime. It is completely understandable that you don't believe me but then I am not my father and don't see things the way he does." Lelouch says smoothly.

Lelouch goes back to sit down with both Cersei and Jaime setting across from him.

As soon as they are both seated Lelouch keeps going. "You see Ser Jaime unlike my father I don't judge people before I get all the facts and the fact of the matter is that you did Westeros a favor for killing Aerys Targaryen. Who knows what the mad king had planned at the end or how many more people would have died if he had lived just a bit longer. In fact, I believe down the road and as time passes you will be remembered as a man who tossed away honor in order to do what needed to be done and because of that you will most likely be remembered in the history books as a true hero."

At Lelouch's words Jaime sits a bit taller and inside feel somewhat better then he has in a long, long time. No one had ever asked him why he did what he did that night inside the Red Keep or even bothered to try and find out. They didn't want to hear his side of the story and they all just assume he did it on his father's orders or that he thought that after he killed the king he would become one himself. Here however was someone who didn't look at it the same way as everyone else but saw it as the act of someone who was just doing his duty as a knight who swore to protect the people.

"You here that dear brother. It looks like you have a admirer." They all hear a good-hearted chuckle coming from out side the pavilion they are setting in.

With her eyes narrowed in displeasure Cersei speaks to the newcomer. "Tyrion so good to see you this fine morning. You were missed last night at the feast. Too busy with your whores I take it."

With a fake smile on his lips Tyrion says to Cersei. "Yes, I am sorry for my absent last night dear sister, but I heard the calling of a fine lass I met last night that I just couldn't ignore."

Jaime laughs lightly at this as Lelouch just watches on with a look of indifference. After all it was no secret that the older sister and younger brother didn't get along well at all.

"Then I must say I am surprised you left the whores bed so soon." Cersei sneers out.

"And miss talking with the black wolf himself in person. I could not bring myself to not show up and talk with the young man who has single handedly change the face of the North and has over shadowed our own dear prince as the talk of the kingdom." The look Cersei gives him at the end of what he says makes getting out of bed this morning worth it. Still Tyrion has indeed been wanting to meet the young man. After all it was not everyday that someone like him came around or that someone got the best of his lord father in his own game.

So, turning to face Lelouch Tyrion gives the bow of a drunken man that can barely stand on his own to feet. "Lord Stark may I say it is a horror to make your acquaintance." Tyrion says in a half drunken way.

Lelouch's eye raises at that and then chuckles. "A horror Lord Lannister? I didn't think my reputation so bad that it would be so horrible to meet me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my words. "

Letting out a laugh Tyrion says. "Excuse me did I say horror? It must be the wine that is making me mistaken my words. I meant to say it is an honored to meet you Lord Stark." Tyrion then bows.

"Brother stop embarrassing our family." Cersei hisses out.

With a smile on his face Lelouch just stands and gives an elegant bow. "There is no need for forgiveness Lord Lannister and may I say it is a true honor to meet you as well."

Their eyes meet each other's and the world around them goes black as they start to brake down each other at a speed that many could not hope to match. What they see in each other impresses both of them highly. They could both tell that each of them wore a mask to cover who they really were under it.

To the outside world Tyrion may seem like a simple drunken dwarf who had a sharp tongue and quick wit when it came to jokes. Because of this most people foolishly thought he was no threat at all. Lelouch saw the truth however when he looked in to Tyrion's eyes. Here was a cunning sharp-witted man who if given a chance could be something truly great and dangerous at the same time. In fact, because of Lelouch's near obsessive need to know everything about everyone, he knew about Tyrion's work on the cisterns and drains at Casterly Rock. To many the job would be considered not only unimportant but down right insulting. Yet Tyrion did the job wonderfully and with little cost to his family. A long with this he did many other smaller jobs for his father and performed them with near perfection. Yet no one saw it that way, and even his own father refused to see what a great job he did on all his tasks.

"What a fool you are Tywin Lannister. To have such a man in your care and make no real use of him. What a fool indeed." Lelouch thinks to himself as he feels what little respect he had for Tywin go down to almost nothing.

Tyrion's mind ran along the same line as Lelouch's but with a different thought pattern. This was the boy that was giving his farther so much trouble and by extension his family. All his family's gold, worthless in the eyes of the North. Making trade with them next to impossible, which in turn made many of their vassal houses angry. Now if that anger was directed at them or the North was up for debate.

Then there was what he saw last night from Lelouch. No matter what people thought, he was indeed there last night at the feast hidden away so as not to be seen my Lelouch. The political manipulation he pulled off last night was so simple and easy that even the stupidest person in the room could have seen through it but then when dealing with someone like Robert you didn't needed to be clever. The question on his mind was why make it known to everyone that the North was planning to build a bridge just, so they could spite the Freys. The Freys wouldn't just sit still for this. The Freys may not be one of the great houses but they were still powerful with more than 4000 men they could call up and a big family as well. It didn't make any real sense to pick a fight with them unless the boy had bigger plans. What they could be however he had no idea.

His last thought was on the boy himself. Tyrion had met many men in his life time that had scared him, the top of the list being his own father and the Mountain. Now he wouldn't say Lelouch scared him by any means but there was something there behind the mask he had on. He knew the boy had one on because he himself wore one all the time to keep his true self from being seen. It was because he wore one all the time that he had gotten pretty good at seeing under another person's mask. What he saw under it put him on edge. He couldn't put words to the feeling he got when he looked under the mask but whatever it was he saw didn't bold well for him or his family.

All of these thoughts between them pass in the same amount of time it took for them to finish greeting each other.

It was when they finish greeting each other that Tyrion looks over and sees a cyvasse board on the table with some pieces already moved. Smiling at the site of the game he knew so well and seeing it as a opportunity to get to know more about the way Lelouch thinks Tyrion says "I see your in the middle of a game of cyvasse. May I ask who you are playing against?"

Looking at Tyrion with a smile on his face Lelouch answers him. "No one, just playing against myself."

"Couldn't find a friend to play against I take it." Tyrion jokes as he takes another sip of wine.

"No just can't find any competition. Sadly, I have yet to find an equal to play against in this wonderful game." Lelouch smiles, not the bit upset my Tyrion's joke.

The way Lelouch says that lets Tyrion know he is not just talking about cyvasse. "They maybe I can give it a shot. See if I am equal to the task."

"Yes, if there is anything my brother is good at other then the fucking of whores it would be cyvasse." James jokes.

"Well then if the rumors are true you should be more then equal to the task at hand." Lelouch jokes.

Tyrion laughs hard at this and Lelouch just smiles with an amused look on his face. Cersei does not look amused at all however and finds it disgraceful that both her brothers are making her family look bad.

"Then please let us have a game." Lelouch points to a chair for him to sit down at as he gets the board ready for them.

"I must say Lord Stark it was quite impressive what you did last night. If not just a bit too obvious if you ask me." Tyrion says as he takes his sit.

"And what is it that I did last night if I may ask?" Lelouch ask as he puts on a face of innocent.

Chuckling at the act of innocents Lelouch is putting on Tyrion makes the first move in their little game. "Come now Lord Stark no need to put on airs. Any body with any wit about them could tell what you were doing. The only question I have is why make it so obvious. I am sure you realize you have made more then a hand full of enemy's last night."

The smile on Lelouch's face never goes away as he answers him. "Tell me Lord Lannister can you guess what I find the to be the most boring thing in the world?"

"Can't say I can. Would you be so kind as to tell us?" Tyrion asks as he makes another move after Lelouch makes his.

"It really is quite a simple guess. Politics, politics are quite easy once one realizes that all you need is to have something someone else wants and exchange it for something you want." Lelouch says as he moves one of his pieces.

"That is a bit of a over simplification Lord Stark." Cersei says as she looks down on the boy.

"Not at all your highness. Take the great game for example, the most important and dangerous form of politics there is. Yet it is also the simplest of them all. Everyone who plays it wishes to be king one day or at the least put their child or grandchild in the right place to become one. People spend all their lives betraying one another all in the hopes of one day being remembered as a king, father of a king or grandfather of a king. Such a boring and unnecessary way of going about it if you ask me." Lelouch moves another piece but is paying less attention to the game now.

"You find the thought of being the king boring and unnecessary?" Tyrion can't believe what he is hearing and from the looks of it Cersei can't as well.

"Indeed, I do seeing as there are other ways of being remembered." Lelouch says with a smile.

Tyrion can't help but agree with that. No matter how you look at it this boy would be remembered long in to the future for the deeds he has done so far, and he was no king. Seven hells he wasn't even the lord of the North yet.

Cersei however does not agree at all. "I disagree Lord Stark. The king is always remembered over his subjects."

"You are half right my queen. Most of the time the king is remembered over his subjects and yet if you ask a common man who the sixth king of Westeros was he most likely couldn't tell you." Lelouch says as he moves his next piece with out looking at the board.

"You are right about that, but most lords and kings don't care if the smallfolk like them or remembers them." Tyrion says as he looks at the board trying to see what's the best move to make next.

Lelouch laughs lightly at this. "Then they are the biggest fools of them all. Those who don't care for their people or how they see them can't make use of them. If you can't make use of them then you can't accomplish anything and there forward can't be remembered. That is the reason why so many of the past kings are forgotten."

Tyrion can't argue with Lelouch's point. Whole kingdoms have been brought down and dynasties ended by the anger of the smallfolk. It was a lesson his sister and nephew didn't get or even understand. In many ways his own father didn't get that as well. It was not well known to many outsides the Westerlands but it was currently going through some unrest among its people. The lesser houses where complaining, border line demanding his lord father do something about the lack of trade between the North and the Westerlands. The smallfolk were worse in their complaining. At first their anger was directed at the North but then the rumors of his lord father having something to do with the fall of House Bolton and their plan to over throw the Starks started. Now their anger was directed at his own house and the only things saving them from outright rebellion was their fear of his father and the fact that they were far from poor. That would change however as the rest of the kingdom kept prospering because of the North and they were left behind. After all no one like to be left behind.

"You are very wise for one so young lord Stark. It would be a shame if something were to happen to you and deprive the kingdom of your wisdom." Cersei says with some venom at him. He is arrogant and clearly looking down on her and her son she thinks.

Lelouch moves one more piece and kills Tyrion's king. "No shame would come of it at all my queen. Even if I were to die today it would make little difference for my brothers and sisters would be more then up to the task of taking my place." Standing up Lelouch bows. "Now if you excuse me your highness I must be on my way. My soon to be good father should be arriving at kings landing today and it would be poor showing to not greet him."

With that Lelouch takes off from the scene leaving behind not only a very angry queen but a very worried Tyrion.

"He didn't even try. He could have beaten me at any time he had wished to." Tyrion thinks as he goes over the game in his head, realizing that there were more then a handful of times were Lelouch could have ended the game.

-A week later King's Landing training yard-

Disciplined and professionalism. Those were the only words that came to mind when Ser Barristan Selmy looked at the men of the Northern army. He had fought in many wars in the past, side by side with some of the bravest men he had ever known, and yet he had never seen men such as these. Whenever he saw them, be it at rest or on duty to their lord they showed nothing but discipline and professionalism. He had yet to see anyone of them drunk or rowdy. Nor had he seen one of them slacking in his duty, always standing tall and on guard like an attack could come at any time. By the seven they even slept with their swords by their sides and a hand on the hilt of a dagger.

You would think this would mean they were paranoid or easily startled but no they were just ready. Ready for anything and everything that could happen at a moment's notice. This was proven when the king came down to see the men in person. With him at the time was the young lord Stark, himself and several of the other king's guard. Right when the king had arrived one of the men had yelled out to the others "Attention the king is present." No sooner had those words been said then all the soldiers lined up, stood straight at attention, eyes forward and waited for their king to pass on by or give them orders.

King Robert was so surprised by this that he didn't' know what to say or do. Nor did any of the others including himself. They were acting like soldiers ready to go into battle by the way they stood up like that at attention. After a bit the king just laughed at this and then ask Lelouch why they didn't kneel. Lelouch's answer was simple "Because soldiers do not kneel on the battle field."

Barristan like the king understood the meaning of what Lelouch had said. Like the king he had read the law concerning the Northern army. By law the Northern army was to stay in the North at all times unless escorting a lord from the North or the king calls on them to serve the kingdom. When outside the North the men of the army were considered on the march and had to be ready for battle at all times and like lord Stark said men on the march do not kneel on the battle field. It was however still a surprise to see it in person.

The most interesting thing however was the training method used by these men. He had never seen anything like it before and had to ask the acting commander a man name Roland what they were doing. Roland had told him in high detail about the conditioning training they had to do in the army. To call their training difficult would be an understatement. From running leagues on end to doing what Roland called pushups for counts up to 100 if not more. They were truly in top shape. Sure, he still believed that he could on any given day best any of them but then these men were not trained for one on one fighting. They were trained to fight together and if there were ten of them facing one man they would surround him in a circle with shields raised and spears out and impale him.

Roland told him when he asked didn't he think that was dishonorable of them. He simply told him that the army believed in one thing and one thing only when it came to battle. Win at any cost, with minimum loss of life on both sides. This simple answer combined with their training and fighting methods told Ser Barristan all he needed to know. Don't go to war with the North for your chances of victory were low.

-Tower of the Hand-

In his office Jon Arryn waited for young Lelouch Stark to show up for a meeting the boy had ask to have in private. He didn't know what this meeting could be about seeing as all the plans for the bridge had been laid out and agreed to. It was agreed on that the crown would put up more then half of the overall cost of the bridge. He was very much against this seeing as Robert wanted to complete the bridge as soon as possible. A bridge on this scale could take decades to build but Robert wanted it done in less than five years. Lelouch had said they could do it in less then three. Petyr Baelish the Master of Coin had said to do something like that in that amount of time would cost anywhere from five to ten million dragons if not more. Robert however didn't care and said he would see this bridge done no matter what the cost.

Now Robert himself had surprised Jon with how much attention he was giving this. In all of the years of Roberts rule he had only showed up to a small council meeting a handful of times but for this project he had showed up for all of them. He didn't show up drunk or late and had even went so far as to have them all stay late into the night talking about it. Jon had not seen Robert this focused on something sense the Greyjoy Rebellion. In truth Jon couldn't be prouder of Robert at this, he just wished this was not what made Robert get his ass up and start ruling. The crown was already four million in debt, close to five really and could not afford something like this being added to it.

A knock at his door was heard. "Come in." Jon says as he takes a seat.

Right on time like always walks in Lelouch with the same look of indifference that Jon had gotten use to seeing on the boy over the past week. The boy showed no interest in anything. Even when his soon to be good father showed up earlier in the week he showed little care he was here. In fact, the two seem to not have a very good relationship.

"Lord Hand good day to you." Lelouch says as he bows to Jon.

"And to you as well Lord Stark." Jon stands and give a small bow out of respect. "So, what is it that I can do for you this fine morning?"

Taking a seat in front of him Lelouch says. "It is not really something you can do for me per say lord hand. It runs more along the lines of putting a concern of my fathers to rest."

Jon sits up straight and pays close attention. He knew his old ward to be a cautious man, and whatever it was that made Ned become concerned was something to pay attention to. "What is it that has your father concerned young Lelouch."

"Well milord when we were in the meeting you said the crown was in debt for about 4 million gold dragons is that correct?" Lelouch asks.

"That is correct lord Stark." Jon answers the young boy.

Lelouch rubs his nose in the way Jon has seen his old ward do many a times when he felt a headache coming on. "Then lord hand I must say that is what has my father so concerned. I am going to be honest my father had known about the crown being in a large debt and was worried that as soon as King Robert found out about what we were going to call the bridge he may become a bit passionate about it."

Jon sits back and nods his head at this. He understood what the boy was saying. Ned was a very honorable person with a high sense of duty. If he thought, he was going to bring trouble to his friend he would do anything in his power to stop it. He was however surprised to find out Ned knew about the debt, but he guessed he really shouldn't have been. With all the trouble his house had faced with both the plot on his family's life and the fall of House Bolton after it had planned to over throw them, well any man would start to become more cautious when it came to the world around them.

"Passionate is an understatement my boy and I am afraid there is nothing I can do to relive your father of his concern. As you yourself could see in those meetings Robert is dead set on building this bridge and there is nothing your father or I can say to stop him." Jon says with a sigh.

"I am a realist milord and understand there is nothing that can be done now but on behalf of my father is their any way we can convince the king to slow down the building of this bridge or at the least agree to let the North and the Riverlands pay for more of it." Lelouch ask of him.

"Sadly, I don't think so young Lelouch. Robert now sees this as a labor of his love for your aunt. I am truly just happy that I was able to convince him to only pay half for it instead of paying for it fully." Jon can right now feel his old age as he says that. Leaning back, he rubs his eyes in tiredness.

Giving a sigh Lelouch says. "I guess that 500,000 gold dragons we send in taxes don't' go as far as I thought. Do they my lord hand."

Jon's eyes open quickly at Lelouch's words. "Can you say that one more my boy. I didn't quite hear you."

Lelouch gives the Jon a puzzled look but then repeats what he said. "I said I guess that 500,000 gold dragons we sent in taxes didn't go that far."

Coldly Jon ask the Lelouch quickly. "Lord Lelouch are you sure the North sent 500,000 gold dragons last year?"

Looking right in Jon's eyes Lelouch can see that something is worrying him. "Of course, lord hand. As I said before the plan for the bridge was mine to begin with and before I take any of my plans to my father I check the Winterfell and Northern financial books. I even had our Maester go over the books with me and they clearly showed that the North sent a little over 500,000 gold dragons to the crown last year alone."

Jon's face becomes pale at this information.

"Milord are you ok. You're not looking well." Lelouch ask him.

Looking at Lelouch in Jon says. "The books from last year showed a total income of 1.5 million gold dragons last year over all."

Lelouch's eyes go wide at this. "My lord hand how can that be? Before I came to King's Landing to talk to the king I check with milord grandfather and he told me the Riverlands sent a bit over 1 million last year. I have heard of the kings excess behavioral but even from what I heard there is no way he could spend that much in a year. Unless." Lelouch stops and looks away like he does not wish to say more.

"Unless what boy? Speak." Jon commands of him.

Looking back at him Lelouch just says. "Unless someone is stealing from the crown milord."

Jon's face goes even more pale at Lelouch's words and doesn't know what to say to that. Even if you take in to account the amount of tournaments Robert held in a year the income from the North and the Riverland should be more than enough to cover them. When you add in the other five kingdoms to that you shouldn't be able to find the crown in debt.

"By the seven your right." Jon says realizing the Lelouch is right. Some one was stealing from the crown.

"Lord hand I have to say this but we both known there is only one man in the whole of the kingdom that can do such a thing and cover it up when it comes to this amount of money." Lelouch says.

"No, Lord Baelish has always been loyal." Jon says weakly. He does not say it in defense of Littlefinger but more out of a need to believe that he didn't over look that the man was stealing from the crown.

"And yet no matter how you look at it the crown should not be in debt. Even if the other kingdoms were sending only half of what the North is sending that is still over 1 million dragons a year. So, he is either stealing or is bad at his job. Both of which are bad for not only the crown but the kingdom as well." Lelouch says with a heavy tone.

He didn't want to admit it, but Jon knew the boy was right. There was no other way to explain why the crown was in such heavy debt. "I will have to ask to see the books. As it stands there is no proof of wrong doing no matter what the Northern or Riverland books say."

"True there is no proof of wrong doing and I am sure you will not find any. If the Lord Baelish is indeed stealing, then he will have had more then enough time to hide it, but I am sure it's just a case of gross incompetency which is no crime. None the less my lord hand we need to find out what is happening here. This one thing can affect the whole of the kingdom if we don't figure it out soon." Lelouch's says with a very serious voice.

"Agreed lord Stark and you can be assured I will look into this." Jon says with a grim face.

Standing up Lelouch bows to Jon and says, "Good luck lord hand and I truly hope this all comes to nothing."

With his last piece said Lelouch leaves the hands tower leaving a very worried Jon Arryn behind.

No sooner does Lelouch exit the room then he is surrounded by 3 men of the Northern army and one Jeremiah.

As they start their walk out the tower Jeremiah ask his lord in the Japanese language "Did everything go as plan milord?"

"Indeed, it did my old friend. How did things go on your end?" Lelouch ask as well in Japanese.

"It took some time, but Andre's spies came through in the end. All things have now been set in motion." Jeremiah says back to his lord.

"Good, Lord Baelish has out lived his usefulness. Its time to remove him from the board." Lelouch says with a frown.

"What happens if he decides to make a run for it?" Jeremiah asks.

"He won't, the man is to over confident for his own good and his sociopath minded is easy to read. Even when Lord Arryn ask him to see his books he will think he has covered his tracks too well to be found out. Sadly, for him that will not be the case." Lelouch says as a matter of fact.

Jeremiah looks at his lord and can't help but think he has not changed at all. No in fact he has gotten better. "As always my lord your ability to read people, even those you have never met before is frightening."

"Thank you, Jeremiah. I appreciate the compliment." With that said Lelouch walks on and goes to meet his soon to be good father.

-Three days later-

Walking through the gardens of the Red Keep Lord Petyr Baelish was feeling very angry. He was not angry about the fact that Jon Arryn had come to him asking to see his books three days ago or the fact that he knew it was the little Stark boy who put him up to it. He knew about the meeting and could guess what it was about, but he was not worried. That old fool Arryn could investigate the books all he liked but it wouldn't matter for he wouldn't find anything wrong with them.

No what had him angry was the lack of progress on eliminating Lelouch Stark from the game. His little birds had reported that the boy was never unguarded or without his fateful sworn shield Jeremiah Gottwald. At first Petyr didn't know what to make of the man. He dressed and acted like a noble man which led him to believe he was some noble from from Essos, but he was not sure. What he did know was that the man was highly trained and extremely dangerous. From the little bit of information that his birds could find out about the man he was also part of the Company of the Rose at one time. So, he had connections to a well-known sellswords company which was very beneficial to any lord. This knowledge begs the question why would a clearly dangerous, well to do sellsword from Essos come to Westeros just to serve a boy from the North.

Speaking of said boy, there he was once more sitting in a pavilion reading a book. Now that the meetings about the bridge were over with the boy could only ever be found in one of three places in the Red Keep. One was with the king talking about his family in the North, with his soon to be good father talking about who knows what, or here in the garden reading or playing cyvasse. It was a predictable pattern but one that left him highly guarded at all times. With the king he was protected by the king's guard and his own men. It was the same with his soon to be good father except he was surrounded by a mix of Martell guards, his own and a very angry Red Viper.

Because of this Petyr thought poising Lelouch was the only way to go but even there the boy was on guard. The only time the boy ever ate anything in public was when he was having a meal with the king and his family. He also ate the food randomly making predicting what he would eat impossible to tell. As for drinking, well he only ever drank the whiskey that he brought with him from the North and those bottles were kept with the Northern army under heavy watch. Truly the boy took no chances and left no openings for any would be assassins to take advantage of.

He had to find a weakness and soon before the boy returned to the North where he couldn't hope to get to him. So, Petyr decides to walk up and talk to the boy. If he can get close to him or at the very least use his friendship with his mother to convince the boy to meet him alone in a undisclosed location then he could have the boy killed there.

Once he is right in front of the boy Petyr makes himself know. "Hello and good day to you Lord Stark." Petyr says with his ever-fake smile.

"Good day to you as well Lord Baelish" Lelouch stands up and bows to the man with a bored smile. "Would you care to sit and join me? I was just about to enjoy a glass of whiskey and could use someone to keep me company." Lelouch offers.

"I be happy to join you Lord Stark but please no whiskey. I find the burning feeling it gives my throat most unpleasant." Littlefinger says as he sits down.

"That is understandable. I have heard from the merchants that unlike the North the people of the South don't really like the drink all that much do to that. It must be because of how hot it is down here compare to the cold North were the feeling is most welcome." Lelouch says as if he is trying to make small talk but in truth he knows something Petyr does not, and only wishes to keep him here.

"I have heard much the same and yet it still sells more then the wine from the Reach." Petyr says as he keeps up the small talk, so he can find the opening he needs so he can start to gain the boy's trust.

"So easy to read you are Petyr. Starting a seemly random conversation with me in hopes of moving the topic to something you can use to gain my trust." Lelouch thinks to himself.

"Indeed, it does sell more but I think that has more to do with the price then anything else. With how cheap it is to make the North can sell it for a lower price then any wine. Add in the fact that you can get drunk faster on whiskey then on wine and you have your recipe for success." Lelouch smiles proudly like he really cares about his success in cornering the market when it came to beverages.

"Then let me congratulate you on your success. After all there is not a person in all of Westeros that hasn't heard the name the black wolf Lelouch Stark." Petyr says once more with that fake smile on his face.

"You're to kind Lord Baelish but I must ask why you felt the need to speak with me. I cannot imagine that you sought me out to just congratulate me on my successes." Lelouch says back to him.

"Truly a sharp boy you are Lelouch Stark. In a few more years you would have made a truly great player in this game of ours but sadly I can't let you get that far." Littlefinger thinks to himself.

Putting on a serious look mixed with some concerned Petyr says. "Indeed, I didn't come here to make small talk but to help you as well."

With a now confused look on his face Lelouch responds. "Help me how? I didn't think I was in need of any."

"That is were you would be wrong my young friend and seeing as you are Cat's child I feel it is my duty to warn you that you have made more then a couple of enemy's in King's Landing." Petyr says like he is a friend trying to warn a friend.

"How so? With the North prospering as it is do to my accomplishments I would have thought that the whole of the kingdom would have been benefiting." Lelouch says with fake worry in his tone.

"Not everyone my young friend. The Lannisters for example are not benefiting at all from your accomplishments. Then there are the other houses like House Redwyne that have found their sales of wine go down do to the cheaper drinks the North is now making." Petyr explains to him.

"I didn't realize I had made so many enemy's do to my inventions." Lelouch keeps on putting the act up like he does not realize this. However, he can't help but feel a bit of disappointment that this fool because of his own arrogance can't see that someone like himself would have already known this.

"Indeed, you have young Lelouch. Look over there you see that child over there? That is one of Vary's little birds, that gardener there the queen's spies and that septa over there that is sitting down looking like she is reading is" Petyr doesn't get to finish what he is saying before Lelouch speaks up.

"One of yours I am guessing." Lelouch says.

"You catch on fast." Petyr says back.

"I had no idea there were so many spies around." Lelouch acts surprised.

"Yes, there are and many more as well." Petyr says then looks at Lelouch with a smile. "Young Lelouch your mother is a dear friend of mine. Let me help you navigate King's Landing." Petyr finishes thinking he is about to gain this boys trust.

"That is very kind of you Lord Baelish." Says Lelouch as he looks at Littlefinger and lets his mask of worry fall from his face. His eyes then turn cold as the winter snow and an evil smile makes its way on to his face which chills littlefinger to the bone. Lelouch decides it is time to bring this little act to an end. "Sadly, Lord Baelish you are no longer in any position to help anyone. Not even yourself."

Petyr pulls back and sits straight up in his chair and ask. "What do you mean boy."

"I mean this Lord Baelish." Lelouch raises his hand and makes three hand signs.

Petyr does not understand what Lelouch is doing till he sees something that turns his blood cold. His spy, the queen's and even Varys's stand up and start to walk away. He never sees the red circle in Varys's little bird.

"I must also congratulate you." Petyr looks back at Lelouch as he starts talking once more. "You did a wonderful job putting the crown in such heavy debt and that will help me immensely in my future plans but sadly you have out lived your usefulness to me. Word of advice if your ever born again, do a better job of hiding your real books."

Petyr for the first time in a long time feels himself over come with fear and starts to panic when he hears the clanging of metal making its way over to were they are. Looking over to the entrance of the gardens he sees Ser Barristan with a handful of other men walking towards him.

"You" Petyr starts to say before he is interrupted by the site of Lelouch's left eye turning to show a red bird in it and he hears him say.

"Now I Lelouch Stark command you, attack me with your dagger and make a show of it for the Kings Guard.

"Die Lelouch Stark!" Petyr yells as he draws his dagger and raises it to attack Lelouch.

No sooner does Littlefinger do this then the men of the Northern army strike at him by pulling out their own swords and impelling him with them.

The red circles around Littlefinger's eyes fade away and he coughs up some blood with some of it landing on Lelouch's face. Waking up from whatever has happened Petyr sees his dagger just inches away from Lelouch's face that was just stop by Jeremiah's hand. He understands right away what has happen and with his final breath he says only one word. "Monster." The light leaves his eyes and his body goes still as it falls to the ground.

Running up quickly to him and coming to a stop Ser Barristan says, "Lord Stark are you ok?"

Looking over to the man with blood still on his face Lelouch stands and takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his face. "I am just find Ser Barristan thank you for asking. We better go report this to his majesty. He will wish to know what has happen." Lelouch says coldly and starts to walk away towards the throne room.

-The Wall at the same time-

Once more there were men standing on the execution platform for braking their oaths to the Night's Watch. This made a total of 12 in just the last month alone. Supervising the execution once more was none other than ranger Roose Bolton the ex-lord of the now nonexistent Dreadfort. The men he was in charge of executing were those who had tried abandoning the Watch under cover of darkness. The punishment was to be hanged by their necks till death finds them. Roose raises his hand and lowers it giving the signal to commence with the execution. When their bodies drop out of the trap door that is under them and they start to hang by their necks, Rosse starts to think over the past couple of years.

It had been close to three years now sense the fall of his house and the loss of the title of Lord of the Dreadfort. To say he was not still sore about that would be a lie, but other concerns had taken priority over his own bitterness. When he had first arrived, he was greeted with little respect among the men of the wall. That quickly change when he showed the men exactly why he was so feared when he ruled his lands. Now some fools would have thought he would try to take over the wall and its men in some vain attempt at taking back his lands and in fact some of the more colorful men of the wall thought to bring this up by offering their help. It was safe to say he didn't take them up on their offer and even made sure those men didn't live to see another sunrise.

He was no fool, he knew as long as Lelouch Stark was alive there would be no hope of taking back the Dreadfort and even if the boy died for some reason it still wouldn't change the chances. That is why he didn't begrudge his son Domeric for giving up the rights of the land in exchange for the gold in the castle. It was the smart move and was really the only move Domeric could make. Rebuilding house Bolton's reputation and prestige after his betrayal would be next to impossible. Especially with the north experiencing such growth without them. No, the North had no need for House Bolton anymore and would not risk their prosperity for fear that his son may try to betray House Stark like he did.

So, what was left there for him to do but then to throw himself into being a good black brother and save what little honor he had left. Well he could always just sit there on the Wall and watch as the Night Watch decayed and disappeared in to history. Which would happen sooner or later when the Northern army took over the wall and replaced them.

That would have been most likely exactly what he would have done if it was not for the nightmare that happen out there beyond the wall. It had happened about 1 year after he had come and given his oath to the Watch. He had quickly been made a ranger shortly after he had joined, much to the ire Benjen Stark. After that it didn't take long for Lord Commander Mormont to send him out over the wall on patrol. No doubt hoping that he would have died over the wall for the old bear didn't like him much as well.

It was on one of these patrols that it had happen. The nightmare that still after all this time haunted his every dream and most likely would keep haunting him till the very end of his life.

He was out there beyond the Wall, him and four other men whose names he never bothered to learn. They were about a week out close to the Milkwater making camp for the night before they started heading back to the wall the following morning. For three of them however that morning would never come. It had all started with a sudden chill in the air, and then the scream of one of the men. Quickly he and the other men drew their swords turning on their feet ready to fight whatever it was that attack them. At first, he thought that it was just some wildlings that had snuck up on them hoping to slay them when their guard was down but when he turned around his eyes met the cold blue eyes of death. He looked at it, it looked at him, and then time slowed down. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours. Fear then took you into its cold embrace, for you knew you were going to die this night and there was no stopping it. That is how it felt when he looked into its eyes. The last thing that came was that sound of cracking ice which came from its mouth. What happen after it let out that sound only took a moment and before he knew it two of the three men he was with were dead by its hands with the last man being injured. He himself had taken an injury to the face before he made a run for it with the last man close behind him. They didn't think, and they didn't question what that thing was. No, they just to ran for their lives. It had taken them all night and most of the next day before they felt safe enough to stop running and rest for a bit, but they didn't stop for long before they took off running once more.

It was only when the Wall came in to view that they allowed themselves to fully stop running and that was only because both of them had passed out from exhaustion and dehydration. When he had awoken the first thing that he had been asked was what had happened, what had attacked him and the men that were with him. Before he answered them Roose asked what happen to the other survival. They told him he had died of his wounds before he could tell them anything. Hearing this Roose did the only thing that he could do, he lied to them.

Even with how weak and scared he was from what had happened, Roose was no fool. If he had told them what had really happen out there, they would have never believed him. They would have simply said he had gone mad or worse would have called him a liar who killed his own brothers of the watch. Lucky for him Lord Commander Mormont and Benjen Stark believed him when he told them that they were attack by cannibals. They saw his injury and the fact that he had not returned alone as proof that he was telling the truth. So, the matter was dropped at that.

It was later on that very night as he laid there on that bed in the dark, his heart filled with hate and fear that he had made a vow to the old gods. He would turn what little men the Night Watch had left into a decent fighting force, in till the truth came out and the North sent their new army to fight what he now knew was coming. His only hope was that the truth came out soon so that the North could be made ready. Ready to face the long night and the others that came with it.

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Hells yes, this chapter is done and that fucker Petyr is dead. I don't know if he died in the way you guys would have like to see him go but whatever he is dead and I am happy. So in the words of Bobby Boucher slap hand.

Moving on I hope you guys like what I did with Rosse. I am not so sure about it but its done and I have to deal with it.

Last thing I was hoping to make this chapter longer, but it didn't go that way and I felt it was a good play to end it. I mean I want to get out of King's Landing and move on with the story but I don't want to move so fast that I over look to much.

With that said like always leave a review I read them all. The good, the bad and the ugly. Any ideas you have or would like the tell me just PM me and I will get back to you.

Till next time peace.