The Game Has Changed

by gdog1

Update 3/11/18: This is my first shoot at writing story on anything so take it easy. My story is about what would happen I Lelouch was reborn House Stark in the Game of thrones world and how he would change the fate of the Seven Kingdoms. I am now doing this story till the end and all chapter are being over look one more and will be updated. (this is now a harem)

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

What's up everyone. Sorry for the long wait but I had nothing but problems with this chapter. In truthI finished the rough draft 4 weeks ago and from there everything went downhill. Frist, I got sick for a week followed by my laptop crashing and losing a 3rd of the chapter. Then I found I hated half of this chapter and had to start over again. But good news it that it is now done.

Moving on arga101 if you have any ideas for the story are see a way to make it better pm me. That goes for all of you lol.

N2 daenerys is in the harem.

Speaking of with how do you guys feel about dropping Margaery and putting her in a paring with my OC Diana. iZuikaku was the one who said something about it in his review and it's a fun food for thought and wanted some opinions on that.

Meilinfan I have two beta right now but like with everything life gets in the way. I am happy you a fan however and if you feel you can help with that please pm me and I will send you the file.

Judedota in this chapter I am trying to add more Ned time and looking to get away from the great game. FYI unlike the show the war starts in 299AC and not 298AC. Reason, well lets face it with Lelouch plans need to be made my his enemy's on how to deal with him.

Oh and Shirley ya I totally agree I went overboard with her and am now trying to fix that. But what is done is done and fixing it completely would be a bitch so I have to fix it with in her character. Wish me luck.

The Man Sitting Under A Tree guns will not make a showing in the story till the very very very end. After all to much change is just as bad as to little. If Lelouch goes and starts make guns, electricity, radios, tv, list goes on and on. Will he most like would be killed my crazed smallfolk who don't know any better lol.

Never- enough7407 I am so happy you see what I am trying to do. I want to make it clear not everyone likes Lelouch. Hell most find him comfortable to be around. I know I would be if I knew someone like that.

Last thing and this is killing me but I have to do it. I am officially closing the door on Sayoko. I am sorry I love her but Lelouch already holds all the cards and I don't feel I need to add another to his deck.

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-Winterfell 297AC-

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."

"Milord did you say something?" Andre says as he walks into Lelouch's room/office.

Looking up from his desk at his spy master Lelouch says "It's nothing Andre. I was just thinking about life and its inevitable end. The roles we are born with and how we play them until our time on that grand stage we call the world comes to an end. Will we play it well and be cheered for are part in it, or will we play it poorly and be booed as we take our leave of it."

A lesser man would not understand what his lord was talking about but for Andre he understood perfectly what his lord was saying. He often wondered about his life and the way it was going. After all the things he had done and would do before this was all over what would the world think of him. Would he go down in history as a hero who had help his lord make the world a better place, or a villain who committed the worst atrocities for the dreams of a mad man. He didn't know the answer to that question, but it mattered little in the end. He had made his choice and one way our the other he would leave this world knowing that it was in better shape then when he lived in it.

Taking a seat Andre says to Lelouch. "It is unlike you milord to care what anyone thinks of you or question the actions you take."

Lelouch smiles and gives a light-hearted laugh at Andre. "Question my actions? No, my good friend I don't question them and your right I could care less about how history portrays me. It's just a philosophical thought that I ponder from time to time, but enough about this tell me what has been going on in my absence."

"Of course, milord." Andre says as he opens a book up. "Frist the finances. Shortly after you left for the capital we started shipping the new children's toys you had thought of. Now its only the early stages of selling but already I am getting reports from the merchants that they are selling fast do to the low cost of each toy. If things keep going this way, then we could be seeing a additional 25,000 gold dragons a year to the total income of the North."

Lelouch thinks on this a bit. "Is that including trade with the free city's or without?"

"Without milord. Once we start shipping to Essos we should see that number at the very least double in total." Andre answers.

"Very good, every little bit helps and with the selling of the new plow that should take off a good chuck of how much the bridge will cost on our side. How goes that by the way?" Lelouch ask him.

"It is going well so far milord. Shortly after your letter arrived your lord father had sent the word to all the houses of the North and the Riverlands. If things go as they should they will be braking ground by the end of the month if not sooner." Andre says.

"Then all the pieces are falling in to place. With littlefinger out of the way we don't have to worry about anyone trying to steal or slowdown the bridge and from what I have seen Prince Joffrey is taking this project very seriously on his end. He has already taken out a loan of some 1 million gold dragons from his grandfather to start off with." Lelouch says as he leans back in to his chair.

Andre is surprise by this information. "Really? I am surprised the old lion had given it to him. After all no matter what anyone says this bridge is clearly your idea and I don't think I need to tell you my lord how much he hates you."

Smiling at that Lelouch says. "He may hate me, but he hates looking weak even more. Which is exactly what he will look like if he refuses to give his own grandson a loan. Still it would be a good idea to stay on watch. I have no doubt he will try to strike back at me for what I did to his rabid dog. There are only so many times you can poke a sleeping lion before he tries to attack you."

"Yes milord, I will tell our spies to be on watch." Andre says back.

"On another note with littlefinger dead all his brothels and the ones he controlled without out right owning them are now up for grabs. Make sure she owns them before someone else grabs them up." Lelouch commands.

"I will make sure she sees it done milord." Andre can't help but laugh a bit at the women. She will be very happy to see her business grow even more. Last time that happen she throw a party for all of Wintertown with almost made Lord Stark call the guards in to end it.

"Anything more I need know about?" Lelouch asks.

Taking a bit to get his amusement under control Andre answers him. "Nothing much milord. You father has sent arms and armor to the Night's Watch but that was expected."

Giving a sigh Lelouch rubs his forehead. "I will never understand his desire to keep supporting a dying order such as the Night's Watch."

"It was once a respectful order milord and knowing Lord Stark as well as I do I am sure he is only doing what he thinks is honorable. Still I must agree with you. Sometimes it is best to let a dying dog lay down and die instead of holding out hope that it will be what it once was." Andre says coldly.

Lelouch does not even to say he agrees with that statement so he moves on. "How are things going up there anyways. Is Hardhome coming along will?"

Giving a sigh at the thought of that place Andre says. "As well as we could hope. After the first battle of what is now called The Battle for Hardhome things have somewhat settled. Of the 2000 wildlings that didn't take part in the battle about half decided to take up the offer of staying at Hardhome under the protection of the Northern army. Lieutenant commander Smalljon Umber has put them to work right away cutting trees and building a stone wall around Hardhome. However, I feel I most tell you that I don't think we should let him stay to long. Smalljon's hatred for the wildlings runs deep and it will only be a matter of time before he snaps and does something stupid."

Thinking it over a bit Lelouch nods his head at Andre's words. "I agree and will talk to my lord father about replacing him with some one more even-tempered as soon as the wall is built, and gate house put up. As short tempered as he is, he is also the best man to hold the Hardhome when it comes under attack."

Andre says notting at this seeing his lords' point. "There is one last thing milord. I have just received word that Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen have moved into the manse of one Illyrio Mopatis."

Lelouch raises a eyebrow at this news and asks. "Do we know anything about this man?"

"Not much I am afraid not much as of right now. We do know he is one of the wealthier magisters of Pentos and our merchants have had some dealing with him in the past." Andre answers feeling a bit ashamed he does not know more.

"Is it safe to assume he has some kind of connection with Varys?" Lelouch asks him.

Thinking it over a bit Andre nods his head. "I would say so milord. From what our spies tell us they lost track of the Targaryens for some time before they showed up at his manse. Only someone with Varys network and skill can pull that off."

"And he is the only one that would help them." Thinking a bit on what to do next Lelouch adds. "Find out as much as you can about this Illyrio Mopatis and his connection to Varys. As for the Targaryens leave them be for now. They still pose no threat to my overall plans."

"Yes milord. That would be all I have for you now." Andre says.

"Good, now go and see to everything before you leave for Braavos and once more Andre I apologize for not being able to make it to you wedding." Lelouch says and bows his head just a bit in respect to his spy master.

Standing back up Andre smiles at his lord. "No apologies are need milord. We most keep up appearances that we just barely know each other." He then takes off and leaves the room to make sure the next part of there plan is set before he leaves.

- Winter Town-

Looking out a glass window of the brothel known as The Roses of Winter sat Ros better know now a days as the Queen of Whores. It was a well eared moniker seeing as she controlled all the brothels from Riverlands all the way up to the Wall and with holding in the other kingdoms as well. In her territory it was safe to say she there was no whore in the Riverlands or the North that spred her legs without her say so and everyone from noble to smallfolk payed up or payed the price. Her power in the whoring trade was so great that she could even give littlefinger a run for his money before he died.

That power however was only possibly becoming she found out the previous owner was spying for littlefinger and she reported it. After he was taken care of she found herself being rewarded by being given ownership of the brothel. From there she built up her business with the help of Lord Lelouch Stark. With her lord's help she quickly took ownership of all the brothels in the North and all her lord ask for return was to make sure her girls kept their ears open for any useful information. She did this for him gladly seeing as it was only becoming of him that she could keep the girls that work for her somewhat safe from those who would abuse them.

Now 3 years later she found herself as once of the most powerful women in all the land and one of the highest rank spies in the North. She was so high rank that she was one of only a handful of people out side the lords of the North who know who the spy master of Winterfell was. With those two on her side she could now do what no one else would or cared to do and that was to protect the whores that work in her brothels.

She may have enjoyed what she did before she became the owner of her own brothel, but she was no fool. Like all the other girl's her life depended on her looks and how good she was in bed. One fuck up and a happy customer could turn in to a violent one that could turn a beautiful woman to an ugly ones without consequences becomes of the fact they were whores and easy to replace. With her in power that all changed. Her girls were taken care of be it getting them moon tea or making sure that those that tried to get ruff were taken care of in the most painful of ways.

Hearing a knock at her door Ros turns to see one of her girls pock her head in and say. "Mistress Lady Jon Andre is here to see you."

Ros can hardly keep herself from laughing at the poor girl. Even sense she rose to power she had an image of a hard women that was only ever soft to her customers. If you were not one, then crossing her was not something you wanted to do. "Will then show him in girl."

When Ros sees Andre walks in she takes in the handsome image the man cuts. Each stride he takes is full of confidence and power. She definitely wouldn't mind spending some time with him for free. Plus seeing him was a big relief seeing as she wouldn't have to deal with Lord Lelouch himself. Andre may have given off a feel of power and authority, but he was at the same time utterly charming. Lord Lelouch just gave off cold power that made you feel like you were choking. Whenever she was in his presents she felt noting but absolute fear and a what to be anywhere else but in the same room with him.

"John how wonderful it is to see you. Come to take me up on my offer about getting a little bit of practice before your wedding night." Ros winks at him.

Andre just laughs a bit at this. "I think I will pass Ros but like always thinks for the offer."

Giving a fake palt Ros says. "Will if you not here for pleasure then you most be here for business. So, tell me what can the Queen of Whores do for you?"

John laughs even more at her. "You know most women would consider that title to be insulting."

"Most women do little more to spred their legs for small free or for little gold. I run the biggest brothel business in all of Westeros with littlefinger now dead. If that is the title I get for my rise to power, then I wear it proudly." She smiles at him.

Taking a sit in one of the chairs Andre just nods his head at this. "And a will earn title it is Ros but let's talk about something else. As you said littlefinger is now dead with leaves ownership of his brothels in question. Our lord wishes for you to acquire them."

Taking a sit and pouring herself and Andre a drink she says. "I thought our lord wished for me to stay away from King's Landing."

"Indeed he did but with littlefinger dead he feels its safe enough for you to start building your presents there. The queen will not pay you any mind when you start buying up the brothels and the spider has no use for them. Anyone else is to weak to take but up a fight against you."

Taking of sip of wine Ros says back. "Still it would be best if I use a puppet to do the leg work for me. The capital is still running by the Lannister and if they think me an enemy there will be little you or our lord could do to save my pretty little neck."

"It maybe best if you also offer the king a big discount in these establishments you take over. Puppet or not it will not take long for the spider or queen long to find out who had taken over littlefinger's old brothels." Andre says to her.

"I agree. Tell our lord that I will take possession of them with in the next 6 months." Ros states to him confident that can make it happen.

Standing up Andre says "I will do that. Lady Ros." He then bows to her knowing she will get a kick out of it.

Standing up she bows as well. "Lord Andre."

They both start laughing in good heath as he takes his leave.

-Back Winterfell-

"Big brother!" The 5-name day Rickon yells out as he races out from his mothers' arms to his older brother Lelouch's as fast as his little feet can carry him.

Lelouch can't help but laugh in good joy as he brother races to him and once he reaches him he picks him up in his arms. "Hello, my dear little brother. Miss me, have you?" Lelouch says as he gives a smile that only his family as ever seen. One of true happiness and joy.

"Nope." Rickon says to Lelouch with a smile on his face.

Lelouch laughs once more at cheekiness. As looks around the room at his family. Everyone is present but his brothers Robb and Jon.

"Lulu its good to have you home." Sansa with a sweet smile on her face as she walks up to him.

"It is good to be home little dove." He kisses her on the cheek.

Soon her greeting is followed by Arya and Bran each of them hugging their brother happy to see him home.

"When did you get home my son?" Cat ask him with narrowed eyes knowing her most have come in last late last night without announcing himself as was proper.

Smiling at his mother he puts down Rickon and goes over to her greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. "Late last night mother. Would have waited till morning but there were things I need to take care of once I got back and thought it best to have a good night's sleep instead of sleeping outdoors other night."

Cat gleams at him a bit before saying. "I understand you busy my son, but you still should have at least come and tell you father and I you were home."

"I was going to mother but when I reach your room you were snoring so loudly I didn't think if father was not already awakened by you then what chanse did I have of waking you two." Lelouch says with a smile as his sibling start laughing in the back round at his joke much to his mother's annoyance but at the same time can't help but smile at her son.

Turning to look at his farther Lelouch give a small bow of his head. "Father it's good to see you well."

"Lelouch welcome back." Ned says coldly.

The relationship between Ned and Lelouch had became somewhat strained sense their little talk. After what Lelouch had told him he didn't really know now to act around his son. He just didn't know now to act around Lelouch after he told him the truth.

-Flashback-

"Tell me father do you be live in past lives or rebirth?" Lelouch ask of him.

Ned looks at his son with a confused face. "I can't say that I do son."

"Well I do father. In fact, I know it is true, but I wish more then anything it wasn't." Lelouch lets out a sigh as he sits down with a troubled look on his face.

"What are you talking about son?" Ned ask truly confused now.

Closing his eyes like he is thinking about how to say something Lelouch answers him. "Shortly after you went to war with the Iron Born father I was walking thought the Godswoods I heard a voice. A dark and cold voice speak to me. It told me things, things I would have prefer it not have."

"What did it tell you son?" Ned ask with worry in his tone. If someone else had told him he hear voices in the Godswoods he would just think them crazy, but this was his son and Lelouch was not one for playing games with him.

"It told me I was not who I thought I was. That I was the reborn Lelouch vi Britannia The Demon Emperor. The one who held the entire world in his hand. Then I was hit with images of that past life. Images of death, destruction and a war that saw the changing of the world I was once from." Lelouch says sadly.

Ned feels a chill run through his body and a cold grip take hold his heart. He didn't need to question if what his son was telling him the truth for he knew it was true. This feeling of fear and terror was proof enough. "That book you wrote that was about you wasn't it?"

"Yes." Is Lelouch simple answer.

Ned leans back and rubs the bridge of his nose. He had read that story and found it not to his liking. All that death, destruction, pain and sadness was just too much to read about. In his life Ned had suffer though such things so reading about them pointless. Add in the fact that the main character's crimes were worse then that of the mad king's and you could see why he didn't wish to read the book. The cold-blooded murder of his own half siblings, using the massacre of innocent people that he caused be it by accident and do many other crimes that would make even the mad king look tame was just plan evil. But then there was the sadness, the pain and suffering of a man doing all he could to protect his little sister from harm. The amount of love ones he lost the happies he gave up for the betterment of the world and finally the betrayal of his own mother who he saw as all the goodness of what a mother should be like. Lesser men would brake under half of that, yet he kept moving forward. It was truly a tell of pain and suffering with no true happy ending.

"What kind of evil is befalling our world that the gods would let you be reborn in this world?" Ned ask not to Lelouch with sorrow.

"I do not know father the voice didn't tell me what is going to happen only that something is going to happen that will end bring all of life to an end. What I do know is that as it stands the kingdom is in no why prepared for what is coming." Lelouch says to Ned.

Ned just sits there looking at Lelouch for a bit till he finally says, "And you will make it ready no matter the cost."

"For the safety of my new family yes I will do what ever is need to keep them safe. As for anyone who stands in my way of keeping my family safe. Will I don't need to tell you father what will happen to them." Lelouch's cold voice says with all the power of a winter storm.

-Flashback ends-

Later that night Ned had a dream of his family dead in the cold snow at his feet with him holding the sword. A dark voice called out to him in this dream telling him this would be the cost of him stopping Lelouch for the sake of his own honor. When he woke up in a fright he realized he had a chose. Let Lelouch do what need to be done and help him as much as he could. The cost would be his honor and the death of both the guilty and innocent alike or stop Lelouch keep his honor and be the executioner of his own family. No matter what he chose to do however he would be guilty of a crime

"Thank you father it is good to be home." Lelouch takes a sit.

"I heard what happen in King's Landing. You do realize that Tywin Lannister will not sit still for this insult." Ned says to his son.

"Of course, father I fully expect him to try something but even so there is noting the old lion can do that I will not see coming." Lelouch says as the picks up a glass of wine and sip at it.

Ned looks at his son with some disapproval feeling that his son is underestimating the old lion to much but makes up his mind to drop it for now.

"I hear you sent arms and armor to the Night's Watch father. A wonderful idea to carry favor with the other more traditional noble houses." Lelouch says with a smile.

Ned's eyes narrow at his son. "I did it becomes it was the honorable thing to do Lelouch. Not to carry favor for our vassals."

Lelouch chucks a bit and reposeds my saying. "Of course, father but regardless of way you did it showing that despite all the changes our house are bring we still care about the old traditions is not a bad thing."

Before Ned can say anything back Cat steps in to stop other argument between them. Something they have been doing a lot lately for some reason. "Ok that is enough you two. No fighting in front of the children."

Both look at the children and sees how comfortable they look at hearing them about to fight.

"I am sorry mother." Lelouch says with soft smile to so all is fine.

Ned does the same and says. "My apologies dear. How about we talk about something else."

The kids smile and run up to Lelouch to tell them all about what they have been up to when he was away. Lelouch just smiles at this and sits back to listen to them. Across from him Ned just looks on with his own small smile. No matter what he thinks of his son now at least he knows where heart is.

-Back in Dorne-

It had been a few weeks now sense Euphie, her sister and grandmother had arrived at Sunspear. Things had gone over quite well for the most part. Euphie and Margaery had gotten along well with the Martell family and their grandmother had for the most part mended bridges with them as well. Now Euphie found herself out with her sister and Princess Shirley heading towards one of the many orphanages that Shirley helped run.

When they had first met Euphie had thought Shirley a perverted and empty-headed woman who had no real higher thought process. Fun to be around and overall a harmless person. She would come to find out how truly wrong she was about that. Oh, she was still a pervert that was a given, but she was far from empty-headed or harmless. As the days passed Euphie found out that she had a passion for literature, art, the general welfare of her people, and the making of new and more often than not indecent clothing. On top of that she was also a deadly warrior who exceled at the use of the spear much like her father. Euphie would not deny the fact that more then once she had admired Shirley's athletic and flexible body when she saw it at the pools. A tone stomach, powerful legs and lean yet strong arms the only other woman she had seen her could maybe beat Shirley in a fight was her sister Obara who quite frankly scared her a bit.

Margaery herself had talk to her about how impressive Shirley really was and even went so far as to say she now understood what the black wolf saw in her. She had even asked Euphie if she thought that Shirley was just acting like a perverted fool in order to make those around her let down their guard. To that question Euphie had to say no. Shirley was just a very passionate person who lived by what her feelings told her. It was not the normal way to live one's life, but it was an appealing one none the less.

As they got closer to the orphanage the children outside playing in the yard saw them and cheered out loud. "Princess Shirley!"

Shirley's eyes widened in joy as she heard their cries and she started to bounce on her feet as the children bull rushed. As soon as they reached her they started hugging her with wide smiles and Shirley's laughter rang out in the open air. Which brought smiles to Euphie and Margaery's faces as well.

The children shout out how happy they are to see her, and Shirley says back. "I am happy to see you all again to and look I have brought new clothes and toys courtesy of my soon to be husband."

No sooner does she say that then the children turn to see the trunks her guards had brought with them on orders from Shirley herself. Rushing over to them the children open them and start pulling out the kites Lelouch had send to Shirley as a gift to give out to the orphanages she helped run. The children ask Shirley what they are and when she tells them what they are and how to play with them the look on their faces was priceless. Soon the sky was filled with kites of all manners of different shapes and colors.

Now finding themselves sitting down drinking some wine after playing with the kids for a bit Margaery says. "This was a truly wonderful thing your betrothed had done Shirley."

"I know he is such a wonderful man." Her eyes go dreamy like they always do when some one brings up Lelouch.

Both sisters shake their heads at her when she gets that look in her eyes. Euphie speaks up before Shirley can go off the deep end like she always does when Lelouch is talked about. "So, who is going to take over your work with the orphanages when you leave? I can't imagine you leaving them to fend for themselves after you put so much time and effort into building them up."

Looking over at Euphie Shirley answers. "My cousin Arianne will be taking over for me and my sisters have promise to help out as well."

"That is good but still it must have made the children sad to know that you will be leaving soon to get married." Euphie says.

"It was but when I told them that I would be coming back to Dorne often to visit my family and that I would make it a point to come see them as well they cheered up quickly." Shirley says back with a smile on her face.

That piece of information catches the twins off guard a bit and Margaery says. "Lord Stark has agreed to let you come visit your family whenever you want?" It was not unusual for the wife of a lord to go visit her family from time to time but to allow her to come and go as she pleases was.

"Oh yes Lulu made it a point from the very beginning that after we are married I should visit my family whenever possible. No doubt in hopes that it will make sure I don't drift apart from my family too much. As long as I stay close to my family he will have a guarantee that the relations between House Stark and House Martell stay strong." Shirley says with a straight face.

Euphie and Margaery are both surprised that Shirley had realized what they were both thinking. "And you're ok with your soon to be husband using you in this way?" Euphie asked her.

"Of course, I am. My Lulu is a kind and wonderful man, but I will not denied that he is a bit of a cold person and his thought process often reflects that. He sees people only by what talents they have and how best he can use those talents for his own end. If I had not agreed to marry him, he would have just married my cousin Arianne. She is smart, cunning and can be just as ruthless as any one but that would only last for so long before the marriage ended and ended badly. Lucky for my family he fell in love with me and I with him so any problems that would have arisen from a marriage between him and Arianne will not come to pass. In fact, I see him doing all in his power to guarantee that my family prospers just to make sure I am happy, and I will do much the same for him." Shirley says seriously with no hit of distaste towards Lelouch's way of thinking.

Euphie and Margaery do not know what to say to that. Once more Shirley just proved to them just how smart and dangerous she really was by not only realizing Lelouch's way of thinking but more or less stating she has no problem with him using her for his own ends. She was even willing to go so far as to help him in using her to maximum effect.

-A few days later-

The Tyrells had just left the throne room of the Tower of the Sun and like with all meetings between two noble houses good byes were said along with promises of friendship. Of course, in truth those promises meant little in reality. Shirley herself had promised to write as often as she could to her two new friends. Which in turn made them promise to do much the same. They did how ever make her promise not to send as many as she did to Lelouch.

Now standing on the balcony overlooking the gate that led to the road to Planky Town Shirley waved off her new friends with a big smile on her face hoping with all her heart that they would never become enemies.

"You look happier then I thought you would seeing as your new friends are leaving my dear niece." Doran says from behind her as he walks up to the balcony.

"And why would I not be happy my loving uncle? I had a grand time with them during their stay here and will never forget all the fun memories I made with them." Shirley says with a big smile on her face.

He just gives a thinking hum at that and then says. "Tell me dear niece what are your thoughts of them?

Shirley can see what her uncle is really asking her, so she answers. "They are lovely girls uncle. Margaery is from what I can tell a lot like her grandmother. I only had a hand full of conversations with Lady Olenna but they are a lot alike. She is cunning, has a sharp wit and is an opportunist who will wait to take advantage of a situation when she sees a weakness. Maybe a bit more forward thinking then her grandmother but not by much. And let's not forget shapely for a woman so young." Shirley gives a bit of a perverted chuckle at the end there.

Ignoring that last bit Doran takes her word for it seeing as he hadn't the time to get to know the Twin Roses of the Reach. "What about Lady Euphemia?" Doran asks her.

"Smarter then both of them." Is Shirley's simple answer.

Doran's eyebrow raises at that seeing as it is unlike Shirley to give such a straight and simple answer. "Care to elaborate my dear niece."

"Of course, uncle. She is smart, cunning, talented in the arts and has a completely different way of thinking then her sister or grandmother. Her sister and grandmother like I said are opportunist who are perfectly happy to wait around for something to happen that they can take advantage of, but Euphie is not the type to wait around for something to happen. If allowed she would go out and make something happen herself. Not to mention when we got the news of what happen to the so-called Mountain That Rides Olenna and Margaery were completely shock by the news, but she was not. It was like she had expected it to happen all along or at the very least thought something like it would happen." Shirley says seriously.

"If that is the case then she is a very dangerous woman indeed. Even if she only thought something like that would happen it still shows how far down the line she thinks and how good she is at reading someone she has never met before." Doran said with a straight face thinking maybe it would be best to offer a marriage alliance between Dorne and the Reach. Such a girl after all would do well in Dorne were her intelligence would be more welcome then in any of the other kingdoms. "Shirley what do you think would happen if I offered a marriage between Quentyn and Lady Euphemia?"

"Not going to happen uncle. Even if you get that fat fool Lord Tyrell to agree to it Euphie wouldn't and has even told me she would join the Silent Sisters before she let her father force her into a marriage she didn't agree on. She wishes to marry a great man who would strive to change the world for the better. As much as I love my cousin Quentyn that is just something he is not or will ever be." Shirley says to him.

Knowing Shirley does not mean it as an insult Doran does not take what she said about his son personally after all it was true. He was a good son, well behaved, and not easily angered but was sadly filled with doubts and insecurities. Shirley had helped with that for the most part like she did with her other cousins and sisters but sadly when it was announced that she would be leaving for the North to get married soon he had fallen back into his old habits of self-doubt. If Trystane was a bit older maybe, he could marry Lady Euphemia but as it stood for now he would have to heed his niece's words. The girl may act like a fool most times, but she was brilliant when it came to the understanding of a person.

"Hmm I wonder if Euphie would agree to become Lelouch's paramour. After all I wouldn't mind sharing him with her or her sister." Shirley gives a perverted chuckle.

Doran just shakes his head at that and thinks. "Maybe not that brilliant however."

-Summer Sea-

Jon stood on the deck of the frigate ship the Sea Wolf overlooking the Smoking Sea. Next to the Sea Wolf were the two brigs Little Bear and Sparrow. These three ships were the first war ships of Lelouch's designs to have ever been built and were also the first to have ever seen battle. The crew of these ships and their captains had work with each other from the very beginning hunting down pirates all along the Narrow Sea.

The brigs with their two square-rigged masts and many sails made them both fast and highly maneuverable. Under the hands of a skilled crew and captain it could turn on a spot and bring its cannons to bear on any ship that got behind it. The cannons on the ship were 10 18-pounder carronades and 2 chase cannons. When compared to the frigates they were lightly armed, and their hulls were thin but against any other ship on the sea they were beasts.

Now the Sea Wolf was the flag ship of this small fleet and its power. With its 44-cannons that were a mix between 24-pounder long guns, 32-pounder carronade and 24-pounder chasers. If the brigs were beasts of the sea, then these things were the monsters of it. You didn't fight these things you ran from them. If even just one of their guns hit your ship it would tear it to pieces and because of its heavy hulls it would take a shit load of ballista bolts to take one out. The only down side were that they were slow, expensive and took a long time to build. Even with all Lelouch's inventions there were still only about 5 made in total compared to the 30 or so brigs that were already built.

"Lord Stark the men are ready." A man from Jon's side says.

Looking over to his side Jon sees the captain of the Sea Wolf Commodore Lucamore Waterman brother of the Lord Waterman. A veteran of the Greyjoy Rebellion Jon could say he was honestly surprised that the man was still active at the age of 62 name days. He was over 30 years older then his lord father and should by all rights be retired by now, but good luck telling him that. Like all old men he was stubborn in his ways and had made it clear he would rather die then be put out to pasture. "Good the sooner we get this over with Commodore the happier I will be." Jon said to the man.

Nodding his head Lucamore says. "I am with you there milord. No matter how you put it this is a foolish mission we have been put on. Many men have tried to plunder Valyria in the past only to never be heard from again. We are just the latest fools to try if you ask me."

"That is why we are only going to spend a week here looking with the row boats and a handful of men. I have been put in charge of this mission and I am not about to sacrifice the men put under my command for nothing." Jon says with steel in his voice.

Lucamore nods his head at Jon once more. People had often called Robb and Jon Stark the lesser wolfs of Winterfell do to their brother's accomplishments but Lucamore knew this to be false. He didn't know young Robb but from his time spent with Jon on the ship he learned the young man was as hard as steel and as sharp as a sword. He was taught well and would become a great man in his own right as time passed. "I feel I have to advise once more milord that you don't join the men who are going on this expedition."

Jon starts to make his way to the brig Little Bear which was loaded with the row boats they would take into the Smoking Sea. "During a lesson on war my brother Lelouch told me that if the king does not lead, how can he expect his subordinates to follow? These men are risking their lives on a quest that I myself think is foolish there forward I can't in good conscience not lead them."

Lucamore had nothing to say to that. What could he say that wouldn't make him look like a fool. He himself commanded with that same way of thinking. If he did not lead his men in to battle, why would they obey his commands. "Then all I have left to say milord is may the Old Gods keep you safe."

"Thank you Lucamore." Jon says before he crosses over the plank of wood that connects the Sea Wolf to the Little Bear. Once on board the Little Bear Jon takes in the site of the men who have volunteered to do this mission and with a commanding voice says. "Listen up I am only going to say this once. The mission you have volunteered for is highly dangerous and foolish. But as foolish as it is if we succeed we will have not only achieved something that no one else ever has but we will have also help bring the northern houses closer together than ever before. Something that will immortalize us in the history books for all times."

A cheer goes out among the small group of men who volunteered for this. It showed that they were ready and willing if need be to die for their homeland.

Jon moves over to a box and opens it and tosses some type of odd clothing at one of the men. Holding up another Jon says. "This is called a hazmat suit and all of you will be wearing it for this mission. Now I know what you are all thinking they look odd and offer little in the way of protection but that is not the case. These suits have been designed by my brother and a handful of other men at the Academy of Knowledge and Discovery to protect us from the poison they believe is in the air surrounding this place."

One of the men asks Jon worriedly. "Milord how is this going to protect us from poison?"

Looking at the man Jon answers. "To tell you the truth I am not fully sure. All I do know is the suits are made out of something my brother calls rubber. It is highly expensive and each suit cost over 100 gold dragons to make. So, you can be damn hells sure they didn't make these if they didn't think they wouldn't work."

The men calm down at that knowledge feeling a little bit better about their chances of coming out of this alive. After all no one would spend so much on something like this if they didn't think it would work.

"Any more questions?" Jon asks the men. When none of them says anything, he moves on. "Good, now get dress we leave when all of you are done."

-A couple of hours later-

Finding himself now deep into the Smoke Sea with about 16 men in two row boats Jon couldn't help feeling a bit scared. It most likely had to do with the fact that he was wearing an uncomfortable suit of rubber, was hot and couldn't see more then 10 feet in front of him. He didn't show he was scared but that didn't mean he wasn't. They had no idea what they would find in here or if they would return alive.

"Son of a whore." One of the men says in a quiet voice.

Looking back at the man Jon asks. "What is it?"

"The water my lord it is boiling. It is even peeling the paint off the fucking boat." Answers the man in a worried voice.

"Fear not these boats were made of iron wood. We will be fine." Jon says but feels unsure of that himself.

A man name Igon Rivers who was leading the second rowboat spoke up in a low voice. "Milord I can make out a shore up a head."

Nodding his head at Igon Jon says. "Good man take us in slowly and keep the sound down. If there is anything living in here let's not let it know we are here." It may sound more then a bit over cautious, but the last thing Jon wanted was to get all his men killed becomes they hit some rocks or were attack by some unknown creature becomes they didn't keep quiet.

Igon just nods his head and moves his row boat in front of Jon's and leads the way slowly. It was a good thing he did to because as they got closer to the shore they started to spot sharp rocks all over the place. Igon raised his fist up to signal a full stop. Looking over at Jon he shakes his head. "There is no way through milord. If we go any further, we will run the risk of losing the boats."

"Shit." Is all that Jon can say. He was really hoping this would be easy but it would seem that was not to be the case. "Ok Igon we go around slowly till we find a way into shore."

Nodding his head at Jon Igon then turns his head back around and uses his hands to signal a turn towards the left. Keeping a slow pace, they follow the rocks looking for a better path in to shore. They have no luck in this however as each time they think they have found away into shore it turns out to be a dead end. Jon is about ready to call it a day seeing as he can't tell what time it is from inside this place and does not wish to get stuck out on the water at night.

"Seven hells." Igon says suddenly.

"What is it Igon?" Jon calls out to him.

"It's a ship milord." Igon says fearfully as he points his finger at the ship.

Standing up Jon looks towards were Igon is pointing and sees a shipwreck off the port side. From the size and shape Jon can tell it's a war galley and a old one at that. "Bring us closer." Jon orders Igon.

With a nod of his head Igon leads them closer to it. As they got closer Igon was the first to make out a faded tear sigil of a lion along with a equally faded name. "By the old gods I think we have found the Laughing Lion." Igon says out loud.

The men in the boat just looked at the shipwreck with a feeling of melancholy. There were few men who sail the seas that didn't know of the tail of Gerion Lannister and his doomed quest into Valyria. None of the men in the boats had any love for the Lannisters but to be the ones to find their lost ship filled them with sadness at the fate of the men that were on it. After all it could have and still could be them suffer the same fate.

Jon takes in the site of the ship and feel the same way as the rest of the men. "Take us in Igon we are going to go check it out."

"Yes milord." Igon does not like the order and if he was not wearing the mask his face would have shown as much but knowing better then disobey Jon's orders he takes them in slowly.

Once they are at the side of the ship Jon is the first to climb up it. He knows he has to show his willingness to go up first if he wants his men to obey him. When he makes it to the top deck he takes a look around and what he sees is nothing short of a horror story. Everywhere there are skeletons of men laying around the deck.

"Old gods bless us. Look at them they don't even have their weapons drawn." Says Igon as he was the second man to see what Jon was looking at.

"That's because nothing attacked them. Look at their armor not a scratch on them. Whatever was in the air that Lord Lelouch feared most have gotten them." Says one man from the side as he bends down to look at one of the skeletons.

"Aye poor bastards. They must not have even known what happening to them till it was too late." Says other man his hand holding his mask like a life line fearful of what would happen if he lost it.

Igon speaks up and says. "No, they knew what was happing. The ship ram head first in to the rocks, there was no damage to its sides. The captain must have noticed what was happing and tried to get them out but they were dying already and panicked running into the rocks become of it."

The other men don't say anything as they take in the site knowing that this could have been them if Lord Lelouch had not made them these suits.

"Doesn't matter why or how they died. All that matter is that no man deserves to be left like this after he dies. Back into the boats men we are going back to the Sea Wolf. Tomorrow we'll come back for their bones and take them home where they belong so they can be put to rest properly." Jon says as he heads back to the row boats.

The men follow their lord back to the boats in quietness.

-Winterfell Lelouch office/room-

It had been a long three-month journey home for Jon after his journey into Valyria. It was a sobering experience to say the least for him and his men. To see the once great city of a once great empire reduce to noting more then rubble was a wake-up call. It was a reminder of what Lelouch and his father had been telling him and his siblings from the time they could understand words. All things had to end someday. Empires, kingdoms, life, happies, sadness, even love had to come to an end one day. There was no exception to this rule.

But then Lelouch would tell them that it had only ended for them and that it had just began for those they left behind. "Should we not do all in our power, so as to protect their future happiest." Was something Lelouch always said to them.

Looking at Lelouch who sitting across from him looking over the ships log Jon knew his brother regretted that he had to strip his siblings of their childhood at such a young age. But with plot to poison his family back doing the Greyjoy's Rebellion and the plan betrayal of exhouse Bolton left Lelouch little choose. It was because of those reasons that Jon had long sense forgiven Lelouch for it. Now he just hopes that when he had children of his own he wouldn't have to do the same.

"I see here that doing your journey into Valyria you came across the Laughing Lion and its crew. Tell me what you did you do with the bodies?" Lelouch ask Jon.

Jon just looks at his brother with a raised eyebrow. "Don't pretend that you don't already know what I did with the bodies brother."

Lelouch give a small laugh at this. "Yes, indeed I do my dear little brother. I must say taking the bodies to King's Landing and returning them to the Queen, so she can send them back to the Westerlands for burial was great political maneuver. Good show Jon."

Jon rolls his eyes at his brother's praise. "I didn't do it for some political maneuver brother. I did it because it was the right thing to do."

"Oh, and is that way you gave the king a Valyrian steel war hammer?" Lelouch raises his own eyebrow at Jon. When Jon does not answer right away Lelouch give a light laugh. "Say what you will little brother, but you have become quite the politician whether you like it or not. When you add that you have just done what no one with any will proof has done before well you have just put the whole world on notice. What they can't do the North can do. You are now one of the most famous people in the world brother congratulations."

"I would prefer to have those three men that I had lost in that hellish place back among the living than fame brother." Jon says with a depressed look on his face.

"Some sacrifices must be made for the greater whole. You know this Jon so don't disgrace your men's memories by being depressed about it." Lelouch says to Jon.

"Yes, brother sorry. So, what is our next step." Jon asks still feeling depressed at the men he lost but he would move on so as to honor their memories.

"We build on what you have started Jon." Lelouch says to him.

The look of confusion on Jon's face shows he does not know what Lelouch means. So Lelouch explains it to him.

"By giving the king that Valyrian war hammer and not asking for anything in return you have sent a message to the hole of the kingdom. That message being that House Stark can now afford to give them away to those we call friend." Lelouch says with a smirk on his face.

"But we didn't find that many." Jon says to him.

"No, no you didn't but you found just enough to give one to each of our vassal houses little brother and still have a couple left over. The harvest feast for this year is coming up and we will invite all the lords of the North to come down for it. During the feast father will give one Valyrian weapon to each of our loyal vassals. A truly tremendous gift wouldn't you agree." Lelouch smiles at Jon.

Jon is starting to understand Lelouch's plan. Lelouch had already given the houses of the North riches and a better quality of life. Now he was going to give them weapons that no matter how much gold you had you couldn't buy. By doing so and not asking for anything in return for them Lelouch will have forced them to be loyal to the Starks least they look ungrateful. An act that would spell doom for any house. It was such a subtle manipulation that if you were not smart enough or paranoid enough you would never see it.

"Jon, I have a new task for you and its one father has agreed on." Lelouch says waking up Jon from his thoughts.

"What is it brother?" Jon asks.

"You are to go to the Vale and build up our relations there with the lords. After that you will be traveling to the other kingdoms save the Westerlands doing the same thing." Lelouch tells him.

"Brother I am honored that you and father would trust me to be our house's emissary but I feel I must say that in many people's eyes I am still nothing more than a bastard. They may be unwilling to talk with me and may even consider it an insult that I was sent to talk with them." Jon rolls his eyes at that. He has long sense gotten over his birth and could care little what others think of him.

Lelouch gives a dry laugh at that. "A bastard who has done more than those useless waste of space nobles. They will deal with you are run the risk of losing any deals with the North they may have. Something none of them will dare risk. Now if your excuse me baby brother I must send a letter to the king." Lelouch says as he waves him off.

"To the king?" Jon says as he gets up from his seat.

"Yes, Jon to the king. I think it's time we make peace with the Lannisters." Lelouch gives an evil smile.

-Casterly Rock a month later-

A slam of hands on a wooden desk could be heard coming from the office of one Tywin Lannister Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. He was not the type of person to give outward signs of anger but nor had he been the type of person that someone insulted time after time without facing repercussions. And all of those insults were coming from that damn black wolf in the North. Frist it was the raising of prices on their goods to such an amount that none of his lords could afford to pay for them. Something his lords and people blame him for now instead of the North that rose the prices. Then there were all the accidents happening at the mines all over the Westerlands. Each month at least 100 men would lose their lives in mining accidents and he knew it was the black wolf's doing. After that he went and crippled his best knight during an official tournament. The once mighty Mountain That Rides was now little more than an invalid. No matter what the maesters tried it was no use Gregor Clegane would never be able to feed himself none the less fight again.

And now, now was this a letter from the king telling him that the North wish to reestablish fair trade deals. Fair being that the whole of the Westerlands had to pay twice the amount that the current highest paying kingdom had to. It was easily affordable for the houses of the Westerlands but that was not the point. It was the fact that Lelouch Stark was not giving him a choice but to except their offer. On the surface it looked like the North had finally given up the grudge they were holding against him seeing that they could not win and the amount of wealth they were losing from not trading with them. That image was help by their offer which was the same the Westerlands was paying to the rest of the lands anyways for things such as food or wine. But only a fool would fall for such an obvious lie.

Everything was a perfectly designed plan to undermined him. By raising the prices on their goods, the Starks had shown that the North had no need for Lannister gold. By sabotaging their mines, the North had shown that he was incapable of protecting his main source of income. Even the laying low of the mountain was a show of power on their part. It said we can attack your men at any time we wish and have no fear of retribution. Now the black wolf went for the finish by having returned his brothers body to him for proper burial and then sending a letter to the king asking Robert to let him know they wished to end their feud. If he refused, he would look petty and ungrateful for the return of his brethren's body. On the other had if he accepted their offer he would look weak. It sent the message that anyone could attack his house with impunity and get away with it. No matter what he did he lost and there was nothing to be done about it.

If he attacks them openly with his army he would be seen as a rebel and quickly be put to death and his house with him. And assassination had proven to be useless seeing as he had been trying for years now with no success. He had already tried to hire a faceless man to do the job for him but oddly they had refused him.

Grabbing some paper Lord Tywin started to write a letter to the king agreeing to what the North offered. "Fine black wolf you have won this little battle, but you will soon learn a Lannister always pays his debts." Tywin says to himself as he writes.

-298AC Winterfell-

Lelouch sat down at his desk overlooking the updates on the bridge. The construction was going far better than even he had thought it would, but when you have a labor force of over 10,000 men working day and night in shifts of 3 for 8 hours a day you would get that. The constructions site and the quarry where they got the white stone for the bridge had turned into small cities that never slept. Their use of opus caementicium or Roman concrete from Lelouch's old world had made the construction go even faster. It may have been expensive to make but once it dried it was strong and held in place better than anything else this world had to offer. Lelouch could still recall how the king reacted at their using of it and couldn't help but laugh a bit. It took hours to explain why they were using it over just making the bridge fully of white stone. But when Lelouch told him to think of the concrete as the armor that helps to protect it he somewhat understood.

Speaking of the king he was the biggest surprise of all. Robert was completely hands on right from the start with was not really a surprise, but it was the way in which he was hands on. In the first few months of construction he visited the site at least 8 times and a total of about 51 in total over the last 7 months. He offered bonuses to the work crew who moved the fastest, but all so did the work better than the others as well. Robert was even seen more than once working on the bridge himself and the last time Lelouch saw him showed it by how much weight he had lost. He would never be the man he was, but he looked healthier than he did. Which was good seeing as the longer Robert lived, the longer Lelouch had to consolidate power.

Not all things were going well however. Like with all major construction projects there were delays. One such delay was the marble statues that were going to line the bridge. King Robert inspected each statue himself and if he didn't like it he would have it tossed out, which so happen to be most of them. It would take 38 statues in all to line the full length of the bridge with an additional 12 that would make up the roof that covered it. Most of the statues were going to depict his aunt Lyanna in some way or the other so any imperfection Robert saw had to go. As of right now only 4 of them had been approved.

Sadly, Robert's complaints didn't end with the statues. After taking another look at the plans for the inside of the keeps that would act more like entranceways he had called them to plane and boring. He wanted the inside of the keeps to be just as inspiring and grand just as much as the outside. To please him Lelouch had added in a Sistine Chapel design to it. To accomplish this Lelouch had to rework the whole interior of the keeps which would add on several yeas. It would have been fine with him if he was not the one that had to deal with it. The good news was that Robert was not overly concerned with what was painted so long as it had no depictions of dragons or those he called dragon spawn. The bad news was that while the sculptors were good enough to do the work on the statues the painters were lacking in talent. Really most of them were not even Low Renaissance when it came to painting. Luckily, he was about to marry a woman whose talent was High Renaissance. In her last letter Shirley had promised to start working on some paintings right away to show the king who had agreed to come to their wedding in a few short months.

Just thinking of his upcoming wedding caused a headache for Lelouch. Every lord of the North, the Riverlands and Dorne were coming. There was even a good number of lords coming from the other kingdoms as well. Lelouch was not really surprise by that considering how prosperous the North was. Every lord in the land was looking to get on their good side and just because Lelouch was getting married didn't mean there weren't other Stark children that could be married off. That was not much of a problem however seeing as most of them would have little luck convincing his father to agree to any marriage proposals. No, the real problem came down to where to put them all. Where would they stay, were would they be seated, who were friends, who were enemies. It was a headache he had gladly pushed on to his mother and sister Sansa who took great joy in planning it.

This freed up Lelouch to deal with more important tasks. One of which was quickly coming to its conclusion.

-The Twins-

Walder Frey could honestly say he hated House Stark more than he did House Tully at this point in his life. Something he thought wouldn't have ever been possible. With how Hoster Tully had shamed him by calling him the Late Lord Frey after the Rebellion. But even he didn't have the gall to try something so bold as to strip his house of its power. Which was exactly what that fucking black wolf Lelouch Stark was trying to do. Did the boy honestly think he wouldn't find out about how he had insulted him in front of the king and his court or that he would allow such an insult to pass without consequences.

He would stop this bridge from being completed no matter the cost and he knew exactly how to do it. A direct attack on the bridge would never work and if he tried to hold up the delivery of the materials at the twins he could expect Robert to come down on him like a hammer. So, he needed to find another way to do it and after spending a small fortune to get the information he needed he believed he had found it. The information he had received was the date and time of when the next shipment of gold would be leaving King's Landing to the construction site. The plan he had come up with from this information was high risk, but the gains were to great to pass up.

Normally the gold would be guarded by the troops of the Northern army in heavy numbers making an attack all but impossible, but over the last couple of months the amount of guards had become smaller. What had once been more than 500 guards had become less than 100. An easy number to overcome for men on horseback. He had to be careful however about how he planned this. If what he was about to do got found out there would be no place in the world he could hide from Roberts fury. At first, he had thought to pay some bandits to do the job but tossed that idea out as soon as he had it. There was just too much gold for the taking to not expect a double cross. One million gold dragons were just too tempting to not try and take for themselves. That meant he had to use his own men to do this and that was a high risk, but it was a risk he had to take. The cost of not acting would be the loss of not only his house's power but his own as well.

-Two weeks later-

Setting on his horse waiting for the caravan that was holding the gold was Ser Stevron Frey, his son Ser Ryman Frey, his 2nd son Jeyne Lydden, a handful of cousins and bastard born relatives. With them were 300 men of House Frey waiting and willing to attack the caravan once they saw it. The place chosen for the attack was right between the Crossroads Inn and Seagard just past Palisade Village but far away enough that no one would see the attack happen. It was a good plan and with their 300 men against the less than 100 guards of the caravan it should all go well. So, why was it Stevron didn't have a good feeling about this attack.

Was it the fact that he knew what would happen if they failed in this attack or something else? Stevron understood the need for this attack but still he thought it was a bad idea to go through with it. The risk was to high and if they were found out it would spell the end of House Frey. That wasn't the only thing that had him worried however. Less than 100 men to guard a shipment of 1 million gold dragons. It didn't feel right and made absolutely no sense. It was like tossing meat in front of a pack of hungry wolfs. It was too good an opportunity to pass up no matter the reputation of the king or the men who were guarding the gold. He had told his father that, but it fell on deaf ears.

Well it matters little now because there was the caravan now. Drawing his sword Stevron calls out. "Attack!"

The 300 men on horseback and foot charge right at the men of the Northern army that are guarding the gold. It is a complete slaughter. Men cried out in pain, some tossed down their weapons hoping to be spared and most of the others tried to make a hopeless run for it. In short order it was all over with all the men from the Northern army dead at their feet.

"Ha these are the men of the so-called Northern army? How pathetic, did you see most of them looked like they were about the shit themselves." Ryman Frey says before he takes a deep breath through his nose. "In fact, I think they did." He waves his hand in front of his face as the men around him start to laugh.

His father Stevron is not one of them however. "How many men did we lose. "He quickly asks feeling this was way too easy.

"I don't think we lost any father." Ryman says still laughing like a fool. "I don't think anyone was even injured. So much for the might of the North."

Looking around Stevron sees his son is right. All of the men are accounted for and none of them look even a bit hurt, but that is not right. Even if the men they had killed were weak and green some of them should have at least been able to hurt some of his men. Then something from the side of his eye catches his attention. Getting down off his horse he walks over to the dead body of a Northern soldier. Bending down next to the body he picks up the spear that was still in the dead man's hand and looks at it. His eyes go wide as he starts to panic. "This spear is dull and this armor it looks it, but it's not wolf steel!"

Standing up quickly Stevron shouts out. "Everyone back on your horses! The rest of you run for it, its a." He does not get to finish what he was saying before the sound of an arrow is heard and strikes him right in his shoulder.

Falling to the ground after being shot Stevron can only watch as more arrow strike down his men as riders on horseback come from all sides. They are trapped, and he knows it. Now it's his men's turn to panic and try to make a run for it. One of which is his own son Ryman who gets a spare in his back for his troubles. "My the seven there must be 500 or more of them. Where did they hide them all?" He wonders as he lays there on the ground with his hand on his shoulder trying to slow the bleeding.

Soon just like with his men earlier it is over, but this time it is Frey men who are laying dead at the feet of their attackers. A rider on a horse comes up to him and gets off it. When the man bends down and takes off his helmet Stevron is greeted with the cold eyes. Stevron recognizes the young man from his auburn hair. "Robb Stark."

"Ser Stevron Frey." Robb says back to the down man.

"Quite cruel of you to use your own men as bait." Stevron says in honest surprise that a Stark would do such a thing.

Robb looks around him at the men who died from before his attack. "Who? Those men who are wearing the fake wolf steel. No those were not ours. They were just some bandits we captured sometime back and used as bait for your men."

Stevron starts to laugh now understanding what has happen clearly. "The black wolf he knew my father would try something like this."

"That's right he did." A lesser man would have gloated or rub salt in to the wound of a defeated enemy, but Robb was not a lesser man. "Patch him up and half of you stay behind and get rid of the bandit's bodies. The rest of you, we make for King's Landing."

After he is patched up Stevron is put on a horse and led to the capital. As he is led there one thought is on his mind. "Father what have you done to our house?"

-King's Landing-

A loud bang can be heard inside the throne room of the Red Keep after Robert heard Ser Stevron Frey's confession. If he thought he had felt fury at what Littlefinger had done, then he didn't know what he was feeling now. All he knew was that son of a whore Frey had openly attacked the bridge, Lyanna's bridge. "Jon send a letter to Commander Karstark at the Moat and tell him to muster the Northern army! It's time to show their worth! Ser Selmy gather the king's guard and every man that can be spared we ride for the Twins! I want that fucker Lord Freys head on a spike!"

Each man bows his head in submission and runs off to go do as they king has order them to do, knowing better then to argue with Robert right now. What could any of them have said anyways. No matter how you look at it the Freys had gone too far this time and would be made to pay with their lives.

Seeing that his orders were being carried out without protest Robert turns to look at Robb. "Robb Stark, I thank you for what you have done for me and the kingdom. I am sure Ned would be proud of your actions. Now I ask will you do him even prouder by riding with me to the Twins?"

Robb bows his head in respect and answers. "My king it would be my honor to ride with you to battle."

Robert just nods his head back and walks off to get ready without another word. His anger taking his voice away from him.

"He looks better than last I heard. Not nearly as fat as people said he was." Robb thinks to himself as he starts to walk off to get his men ready.

"I must say Lord Stark I find it peculiar that so many traitors are showing up all of a sudden." Varys says as he walks up to Robb. "Even more so that it is the North who seems to be the ones finding them all."

Looking at the one his brother calls Andres lesser counterpart Robb answers the unasked question. "Yes, it seems my family has a hidden talent at weeding out traitors to the crown. I do hope any more would be traitors learn a lesson from the ones who came before them." Robb says then walks.

Varys watches on as the boy walks off finally understanding the reason for the bridge. Millions of gold dragons poured in to a construction project for the so reason of removing the Frey from power. There was still more to it though and he knew it. What that was he was not sure, but he needed to start moving things ahead before the Starks became too powerful to fight against.

Varys would never realize till it was too late that any hope of winning against the North had long sense passed.

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Hey guys think for reading this chapter. Tell me what you think about it.

How did you all feel about what I did with Ros. I always felt she kind of got a bad ending and wanted to give her a good role in my story.

I want to stop the questions before they are ask right here. Ned does not hate Lelouch. Its more like he is afraid of him. Not from a thought that he would hurt him or his family but from the what the fuck are the gods doing sending a sociopathic demon of destruction to his word. Still loves him like a son but shit that is a lot to take in.

Next chapter we will be picking up from the end of this chapter with the Frey Rebellion with lets face it will not last long at all. Then we move on to Lelouch wedding with Shirley. After with we move on to 299AC were once more in my story the war starts in.

One last thing I need someone to write me a lemon on Lelouch and Shirley's wedding night. One that will not get my story kick off the site would be nice. If anyone can help me with that please send it to me.

Thank you and in till next time bye.