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)

16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

This chapter as not be beta.

Ok first off I am going to say I am sorry to all my fans for my long absence. And I am not going to lie after the last season of Game of Thrones I was just so disappointed in it that I lost all interest in writing this story. I literally couldn't get back into this one or my other story but I force to get back to it because like all of you guys I hate it when a story just get abandoned half way.

Which that said let's get to the Q&A.

ElDaniWar you really didn't ask a question but ya I am stupid. I mean that wasn't the first time my laptop crashed and you thank I learn but clearly I didn't lol.

Reichenfaust I really want to show Lelouch more physical ability but just can't find away to do it. Its like its right there looking me in the face but I can't grab it or something like that. That said I am hoping to show something in the war.

chimera629 I think I did rush in with informing Shirley. As for Euphie in till sometime during the war. I have a idea for that but still working on the outline.

InfinityMask I have to agree I did make him a bit to whipped didn't I. My bad.

the metaphysical god of heroes there are moments where I just can't help myself lol.

Janne Rolfe Jalandoni sorry no muskets but I am thinking about something else that revolutionized both warfare and farming. Can you guess it?

MightyFiredemon I can't see away of pulling off the pre-recorded scene, which by the way was like the best part of that show.

Moving on from Q&A now.

Ok a heads up this next chapter has Homosexuality references along with what we would call underage sex. Now I do not, and I mean do not support underage sex in anyway, shape of form. And I am a supporter of the LGBT community. I am sorry if anyone has a problem with that and sorry if I lose any of my longtime fans, but I made the choice and that is that. For the rest of you I hope you enjoy the chapter it was not my best work but I did my best even though a lot of my motivation was lost.

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-Winterfell 299AC-

It was another boring day so far for one Sansa Stark as she walked down the hallways of Winterfell in a black tunic, matching breeches and boots. Her hair was done up in a high ponytail, and she was not wearing any of the cosmetics that she normally wore on her face. On most days you wouldn't catch her looking like this seeing as she loved to dress beautifully, but then most days she had something to do to pass the time away. Today however she had nothing to do seeing as she finished working on all the dresses that the noble ladies of the North had ordered from her, and her father didn't need any help with his paperwork today as well. The royal family was coming up north soon but like with everything else she was already done with her preparations for that. Of course, she could have gone and joined her mother in a sewing circle, but she was in no mood for the idle gossip of the noble lady's today. So with nothing better to do she had made up her mind to go to the training yard and work on her water dancing skills with her sister.

Ever since she was old enough to pick up a sword, Sansa was trained by Lelouch and her brothers on how to defend herself. In a world where the weak were often prayed upon by the strong, a woman needed to know how to defend herself, is what Lelouch had often told her. At the time he told her that for the first time she really didn't understand the need to learn sword fighting but as she grew older, she slowly started to understand. It helped that Lelouch had hammered this point in when he took her and her brothers to that village whose inhabitants were slaughtered down to the last man, woman, and child. The look of fear in the eyes of the brother and sister who held on to each other for dear life still haunted her dreams to this day. She hated Lelouch for a small amount of time after that, but it was also what woke her up to the harsh realities of life and had also given her the motivation to take all her training seriously. She was determined to never be the victim of someone else's cruelty or a burden to her family.

Now after all these years she like to think that she had become quite good with the sword. She may not have been as good as her brothers or her good-sister for that matter but according to Lord Andre who was her main teacher she was better than the average soldier or knight. She was definitely better than Arya however and took great pleasure in reminding her little sister of that little fact. But even she could tell that would not last for much longer. Her skills and talents always ran along the lines of the more feminine things in life and her good-sister had told her more then once that her silver tongue was coming along nicely. Arya however was a natural when it came to the sword and was improving by leaps and bounds. It wouldn't be long before Arya overtook her in skill so she had to get her kicks in while she could.

Sansa walks into the training yard and sees her sister sparring with her handmaiden Wylla Manderly. Both are going at it fiercely looking to best the other one. It is quite the display of ferociousness, but both clearly lack the skill that is necessary to truly take on an opponent who can remain calm doing a fight.

Making up her mind to play a little prank on her sister Sansa yells out, "Arya mother has been looking for you for the past hour!"

Without thinking Arya looks over at her sister when she hears her voice and, in that moment, Wylla capitalizes on Arya's destruction and disarms her then points her practice sword at her throat.

"Looks like it's my win milady." Wylla mocks with a wide grin.

Arya's face that was at first shocked by her loss quickly turns to anger and slaps the practice sword away and yells, "That doesn't count. Sansa distracted me."

"So, what. A loss is a loss, learn to take it with at least some dignity."Wylla mocks.

Seeing that a fight was about to start between the two Sansa steps in and says "Now horseface don't blame Wylla for failing to pay attention to your opponent."

"What the fuck did you call me." Arya yells in anger at her sister.

"You heard me dear sister." Sansa says as she walks into the training circle with the grace of a true lady. "Brother Lelouch, Lord Andre and Lady Diana have all told you that you have to learn to control your temper and not get distracted by the smallest of things." Picking up a practice sword she swings it around to get a feel for it then says. "Come sister let me teach you a thing or two."

The mocking smile on her sister's lips pisses Arya off so much that she forgets how superior her sister really is at sword play. So, picking up her practice sword Arya makes ready to teach her sister the cost of making fun of her.

Once Arya is ready, she rushes forward, and swings her sword as fast as she can at Sansa , but her sister just parries it with ease. Not to be undone so quickly Arya takes several more swings at Sansa then lunges forward but is met with the tip of Sensa's blade at her throat.

"Your anger makes you to predictable sister dearest. Try again." Sansa says and moves her blade away from her sister's throat.

The ease in which Sansa beats her makes Arya angrier but she takes a couple of deep breaths and quickly calms down. She had forgotten her sister had two years of experience on her when it came to the sword. So, it was truly foolish of her to think she could beat her so easily. Now taking her time Arya attacks again but she switches up her technique adding in faints here and there trying to get past her sister's guard. At the very moment she thinks she sees an opening she pounces but at the last moment her Sensa side steps and trips her with of her foot making Arya crash to the ground.

Arya hits the ground with her fist as she hears Sansa say. "Better but you have to watch your foot work sister and don't forget if an opening is obvious then it is most likely a trap."

Before Arya can get up and say anything back a joyful voice calls out. "Well, well looks like my student has now become the master."

Turning around Sansa sees one of her sword instructors and close friend Diana walking up to them. With a wide smile on her lips Sansa says "Diana welcome home. I didn't know you were due back."

"I wasn't but I was missing the North and all its beauty. So, I decided to come back for a little visit." Diana says with a smirk and looks Sansa up and down.

Seeing and catching Diana's meaning Sansa just rolls her eyes at her friend. It was well known how much of a flirt Diana was but still Sansa does blush a little bit at her words.

"Hi Diana." Arya says once she is back on her feet.

"Hello little shewolf. How are you doing?" Diana asks as she smiles at Arya.

"I am doing well. So, what do you think am I getting better at my water dancing?" Arya asks her sometimes teacher.

"You have improved a lot little shewolf. Soon you will be superior to your sister in the way of the sword. Something I am sure she is dreading." Diana says with a wide smile.

Arya beams at Diana's words but before she can say thank you to her sometimes teacher Sansa says. "Not if she doesn't fix that atrocious foot work of hers first."

"Go to hell Sansa ." Arya says to her sister in anger.

Before more can be said Diana says in a teasing voice. "Now Sensa don't be jealous just becomes Arya is better than you ever were at her age."

Arya puffs out her flat chest at Diana's words as Sensa just gives Diana a hateful look.

Turning back to the young shewolf Diana says "Arya why don't you and Wylla get back to training. I need to speak to your sister in private."

Arya doesn't look happy at this seeing as she wanted to spend some time training with Diana. "Aw can't that wait. I been waiting for to come back and teach me some more." Arya says to Diana.

"I well teach you some more later but if you like you can join us in our girl talk." Diana says with a teasing smile knowing how much Arya hates those kinds of talks.

Arya's face takes on one of disgust and dislike at the invite and says, "No thank you. Come on Wylla lets leave these flowers to themselves."

Wylla doesn't need to be told twice to come along. She has never been one of such talks herself.

Leaving the girls to their training Diana walks up to Sansa and says "Milady may I have the pleasure of your company." Diana then holds her elbow out like a man would.

Sansa just rolls her eyes again but takes the offered arm and says, "Sure why not." Then starts to walk back into the castle with Diana.

-A couple of hours later-

Laying on top of Diana's naked breasts in her bed with her back exposed to the open air Sansa wonders how this relationship with her close friend and sometimes lover started. If she thought about it long enough, she could come up with a couple of different reasons. It could have been when she first saw that painting her good-sister sent of herself half naked to Lelouch. After all that was the day, she realized that she had more than a slight appreciation for the female form. Or it could have been the fact that growing up she never really had any strong female role models to look up to and when Diana came along, she fit that role well.

Sansa loved her mother, she really did but as she grew up, she had come to realized how closed minded her mother really was. Like her views on bastard born people. Her mother despite some what accepting Jon and his legitimacy as one of her father's sons, still looked down on all other bastards. That way of thinking was just something she couldn't get behind. Lelouch had once told her that you can't control who your born to and really when you looked at it closely it really just came down to a matter of luck that they were born into a noble family. There was no divine hand in it, no fate, you were just plain lucky to be born into a noble house and that was all there was to it. Then there was her mother's way of thinking on how a lady should act. Her mother may have accepted that she and Arya had to learn how to defend themselves but never truly agreed with it. In Sensa's mind that just meant that her mother thought that if Arya and she were attacked then they should just let themselves be raped without defending themselves. What woman would allow such a thing to happen with out fighting back.

Maybe that was being too hard on her mother, but such shallow thinking didn't fit with her own way of thinking. She guessed that was why she was so entranced by Diana when she first met her. She was everything her brother had taught her a woman should be. Strong, intelligent, determined, cunning and independent. Diana was everything Sansa wanted to be and had for many years tried to be like her. Sadly, she had failed in that regard and had to learn that no matter how hard you tried you couldn't be someone else becomes deep down you would still be you.

When she realized that she could never be like Diana Sansa still spent much of her time with her and even learned how to act from Diana. With Diana's help Sansa had learned how to play a number of roles. Be it acting flirting, shallow, innocent, naive or seductive Sensa could play them all. It was the seductive role however that Sansa loved to play the most. And that was pretty much how she ended up being taken to bed by Diana.

Shortly after Sansa had turned 13, she had started to develop an active interest in the art of seduction and had wondered if she could seduce people at will. It was a question she was determined to find out and had set out to see if she could do so. But Sansa was smart enough to realize that if she was going to try her hand at this, she had to avoid seducing men for the time being. As a woman of noble birth, she was expected to remain a virgin till the day she was married, which she found completely hypocritical seeing as men could fuck whoever they felt like without worry. So, to avoid any unnecessary trouble down the road she had made up her mind to just stick with seducing women if she could do so at all.

For a start Sansa had chosen the most convenient target she could find, and that being her best friend Jeyne Poole. Now she had many lessons with Diana on the art of seducing both men and women but had found out quickly that it was much harder to do in real life as opposed to the simple lessons she was taught. However, over time she had limited success with Jeyne over time by using a combination of sweet words and light touches. This inevitably led to her convincing Jeyne to practice kissing with her so as to prepare for their future husbands. Sadly, that is where it ended as well for, she had pushed Jeyne to far too fast when she got a bit to physical. They did remain best friends after words however and had even grown closer to each other, but they never did anything like that again. Though Sensa never passed up an opportunity to tease Jeyne by remining her who owned her first kiss.

After Jeyne, Sansa took what she had learned and had moved on to some of the handmaidens of the castle and had great success with them, though she never took any of them to bed. Say what you want but she was still very much a romantic at heart and wanted her first time to mean something even though she knew that most likely wouldn't be the case. None the less with her successes Sansa believed she was ready for a bigger target and took aim at Diana. Looking back now she was clearly overconfident and paid for it by being embarrassed to the point of wanting to die. From the get-go her attempt at seducing Diana was doomed to meet with disaster. For seven days she had tried her luck with the same technique she had used on Jeyne and the handmaidens but Diana either didn't pay her any attention or played it off like her touches met nothing. Finally, in a last-ditch effort Sansa tried to be a bit more forward with Diana only to be met with laughter. By the new gods and the old she was embarrassed when Diana started laughing at her and it was made even worse by what Diana told her once she stopped laughing.

"A couple of words of advice milady. If you are going to go after full grown women instead of young girls, you must find a balance between being forward and subtle in your seductions. You have to learn about your target before you make a play at them. What are their likes, their dislikes and are they even into women at all? These are questions you must have at least a vague answer to before you attempt to bed them. Oh, and by the way if you're going to make me your target I would suggest showing more of your growing bosom." Then she walked away laughing, it was without a doubt the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Strangely enough however shortly after that little incident, after her brother's wedding she would find herself in the arms of Diana for a night that she would never forget. If you were to ask her or Diana how that happen well, she honestly didn't think either one of them could tell you. All she could recall was having a couple of glasses of wine and talking to Diana about some small insignificant things. Next thing she knew Diana had her pin against her bedroom door kissing her and tearing off the dress she had on that night. After that wonderful night of love making, they had spent the better part of the following week in each other's arms. And though she couldn't say she was in love with Diana she did know she had at least strong feelings for her.

Feeling a hand roaming up and down her back Sansa hears Diana's voice, "What's on your mind Little Dove?"

Looking up into her lovers' eyes Sansa says, "What makes you think I am thinking about anything."

"Because normally after we are done making love you fall asleep." Diana says as she traces her finger across Sansa's lips recalling how nice they are to kiss.

Giving out a low groan Sansa knows she should have known better then to think she could have gotten anything past Diana. She was not one of the North's top spies for no reason. So, she answers her, "I was just thinking about our first time with each other and what my family would say if they found out about our little affair."

Shifting her body, a bit Diana says, "Well we can be sure that your good sister knows or at the very least suspects something is going on between us."

"Now do you guess." Sansa asks her a bit worried about her Shirley knowing.

"She asked how my new lover likes my serpent's tongue." Diana answers flatly.

"Oh gods." Sansa says in complete embarrassment. "You don't think she has told Lelouch yet do you?"

"I don't believe so but then it doesn't matter if she did or didn't. There is nothing that happens in Winterfell that he doesn't know about." Diana answers.

It's a cold fact but a fact that Sansa knew was true. "Why do you think he hasn't said anything?"

"Well if I had to guess it is most likely that he doesn't care about what we do with each other. I think its best we just take Lord Lelouch's silence as him giving us his blessing." Diana says with a hit of amusement in her voice.

"Yes, well we may have my brother's blessing to do as we like but not my father's or mother's. If possible, I would like nothing more then to keep the knowledge of this little affair away from them." Sansa says with a sigh knowing full well that her mother would throw a fit if she found out, and as for her father well she didn't really know how he would react but was also in no rush to fine out.

Diana gives Sensa a smirk and then says, "You know if your so worried about them finding out we could always run away together."

Sansa just rolls her eyes and sits up on top of Diana giving her a clear view of her still growing body. It is a view Diana clearly likes seeing as her eyes have yet to look back up at her face and never fails to fill Sansa with a sense of pride that she can grab Diana's attention so well. "That Diana would first require you to be in love with me."

"Oh, and how do you know I am not in love with you right now little dove?" Diana says with a smirk on her face.

Raising one of her eyebrows Sansa gives Diana a look that says really. Then rolls off of Diana and goes to sit at the nightstand that she had designed herself.

Diana just laughs at the face Sansa just gave her as she also admires her young lovers body. She was sure Sansa would grow to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. She may not have been in love with the young girl, but she would be lying if she said she was not jealous of the man who would one day call her his own. "You got me, but let's say for fun that I was in love with you. Would you be willing to run away with me?" She asks as she pops up on her elbow and just looks at her current lover.

Looking at her from the mirror Sansa admires Diana's mature body and says, "Well if that was the case then I would have to say no."

The flatness in Sansa's voice makes Diana hiss, "Ow that is cold little dove." She says as she puts on a hurt face.

Sansa just laughs at the clearly fake look on Diana's face and says, "Please Diana we both know what this relationship is. We have a good time when we are together, but I am not in love with you anymore then you are with me. Plus, name a place in the world we could go were my family couldn't find us."

What Sansa said was not the full truth. If she was honest with herself, she really didn't know how she felt about Diana but knowing full well that nothing could come of their affair any ways she didn't think about it too much.

"That is true, Lord Lelouch does cast a big shadow." Diana says with a small hint of fear and admiration in her voice for her lord.

Saying that Lord Lelouch casted a big shadow was the biggest understatement of them all. House Stark held holdings in every major city in Westeros and Essos. To what extent she didn't know, but she did know that there were only 3 people in the world who did and those were her brother, her good sister and Jeremiah Gottwald. She liked to believe that Lord Stark himself knew as well but she was not so naïve as to believe that Lord Lelouch would share such information with him. After all some of those holdings had the power to influence the game in some parts of Essos, and you don't gain that type of power in such a short amount of time without leaving a trail of dead bodies in your wake. Lord Stark she doubted could live with himself if he knew the amount of people that died for it, seven hells she doubted she could either.

Shaking her head to get rid of these unpleasant thoughts from her head. Diana moves the conversation in a different direction, "So tell me are you ready to play the lovesick girl for the prince?"

An unhappy grown comes from Sansa mouth. "Please don't remind me of that. It's bad enough that I have to act like some lovesick brainless little girl but the fact that I have to do it for that little prick makes it even worse."

"Harsh words little dove. Do you have no wish to be queen one day?" Diana asks her.

"Seeing as the price I would have to pay to be queen would be marriage to a mad man, then no I don't wish to be queen. I have no wish to end up like Queen Rhaella." Sansa says to Diana with some heat in her voice.

Diana gives a hiss like she has just been burned by Sansa's words. Even before the fall of House Targaryen the abuse Queen Rhaella Targaryen suffered at the hands of the Mad King were well known to even the common people and by the info they were getting about Prince Joffrey he was shaping up to be just like the Mad King.

"Plus, I want a husband who values my opinion and not ignore it because it came from a woman." Sansa adds in.

"Then you are looking for a diamond in the rough little dove. For those types of men are truly hard to find." Diana says with a voice that speaks from experience. She had after all traveled to many different places and met all matter of men and the one thing they seemed to share was their complete disregard for a women's opinion.

Giving a sad sigh Sansa says "I know but I can hope."

Not liking to see Sansa unhappy Diana gets up and places a hand on her young lover's shoulder and says "Well just look on the bright side. Even if Lord Lelouch is right and the king does ask your father to betrothed you to his son it would not last long."

Placing her hand on top of Diana's Sansa gives a small smile and says, "Indeed, winter is coming, and the lion will be no friend of ours when the stag dies."

-Riverlands Winter Rose Bridge-

Standing at the end of the incomplete walkway of the bridge he was building for the love of his life Robert thought about his life and what could have been. What would it have been like if he had gotten to marry Lyanna, what would their children have been like, and could he have made her happy? She didn't know it and in truth no one did but in secret he had bought her the strongest and fastest mare he could find because he knew she loved to ride. He had so many plans for them after their marriage, so many things he wanted to do for her and yet deep in his heart he feared he could never have made her happy. He knew she didn't like his drinking or whoring and though he promised himself that after they were married, he would stop, he was not so sure he could have. That is why he was building the bridge. To prove to himself if no one else that he loved her so much that he could have done anything.

Those thoughts however were not the ones he was having right now. No, he was thinking of someone he had not thought of in a very long time. During the rebellion Robert loved to sit with his men by the fires at night telling stories and drinking till they passed out. In a sad way it was the happiest time of his life. When things were still straight forward and not so overly complicated. And the man he loved to talk with the most was a man that everyone called Old Tristan.

What a character that old man was. Well into his 60's the old man had a slight bend in his back and his hair had long sense turn white with age, yet his arms were still as thick as tree trunks. Robert could have sworn that if the man was but 20 years younger, he could have beat him in a contest of fisticuffs. And the stories he had to tell were the ones that Robert loved to hear the best. The old man had fought in the War of the Ninepenny Kings along with his lord father and grandfather. So, when he told a story it was always about the lands of Essos, the battles he had fought in, and the women he had fuck there. Those stories always made Robert want to toss aside his titles and go to Essos himself to become a sellsword.

Now however as he stood at the end of the bridge, he was thinking only of the last time he saw the man alive. It was the night before the Battle of the Trident. Robert was preparing the men for the battle when he spotted Old Tristan sitting by a fire by himself, something that was unusual for the old man seeing as he was always surrounded by his fellow soldiers. Robert despite knowing Rhaegar was on the other side of the crossing was in a good mood that night. So, he went over to Old Tristan to hear one of his many stories. That night however the old man that always had a story to tell was not there, and in his place, sat a man who looked like he was making himself ready to face his death.

When Robert told him to tell him a story what he got was one that he did his best to forget about. Old Tristan told him of a man from the War of the Ninepenny Kings that everyone called Chrestan of The Bow. He was according to Old Tristan the greatest bowman to never be known and could hit a fly from 100 paces away. Even though Robert had little care for archery he understood how amazing such a feat was and expected Tristan to tell him of some impossible shot the man made during the war but instead he was told of the last words Chrestan had told him be he had died.

An old soldier could feel when his time was up, and like Chrestan his was. Of course, Robert had called it all none sense at the time and got up to leave but as he walked away, Old Tristan said goodbye to him. It was something Old Tristan never did for he believed that once you said goodbye it meant you would never see that person again. Robert looked back at Tristan when he said those words to him and when he did, he felt a cold shiver run up his back. Of course, Robert being who he was shook off the feeling and left to go drink with someone else.

It was not until the end of the battle that Robert would learn that the old man did indeed die that day. According to the men that use to drink with Old Tristan it took 6 men fighting him all at once to take him down. They called Robert the Demon of the Trident but from what he had learn the same six men who had attack Old Tristan had all died by his hand as well. Something that any man could respect.

When he had learned of his death Robert for a moment had thought about what the old man said that night but only for a moment. He was too happy at the death of Rhaegar to think of anything else but of the joy he felt at the knowledge of killing the fucker. He had forgotten about it so much that it was not till just recently that he remembered the old man. That same cold feeling he felt that night around Old Tristan was back but this time he felt it around himself. Was it death beckoning him to his grave? He didn't know but lately he felt like he was not going to see this bridge completed. It mattered little however for one way or the other it would be and if death was coming for him let it try and take him. Like Old Tristan he would not go without a fight.

-Essos-

It had taken far longer than he would have like but he had found her. In reality it didn't take that long at all to find her seeing as there were only so many places she could have gone after her husband's death. But then he wasn't really known for his patience and it took every ounce of his being to not let himself be known to her right now. He had his orders however and had no desire to disobey them. So, for now he would watch and wait till the moment came to let himself be known to her. After that the only question left would be, was she worth the trouble of helping? He sure hoped so, for her sake.

Daenerys had just been allowed into the city of Qarth after it looked like she was going to be turned away. It was after she passed the gate and was taking in the sites of the city that she spotted a lone figure on top of a building looking down on her. The person was too high up to make out any outlining features that would tell her if it was a man or a woman and the hood covering their head was pulled down to far for her to tell that way either. She looks back down at the people around her to see if anyone else has spotted the person. Seeing that no one else is looking up she turns her head back up to confirm what she had seen before informing anyone, but when she does, she sees no one there. A confused look crosses her face for a moment before she just shakes her head and moves on.

Down in an alley the same person Daenerys saw disappears into a crowd with no one the wiser.

-Back at Winterfell-

Taking a deep breath from the air around him Robb stands at the top of the walls of Winterfell enjoying the cold chill it brought with it. The chill meant he was home and by the old gods did he miss it. No matter how long he spent in the Riverlands he could never see himself calling it home. His father, mother, brothers and sisters were all here and even if he had children of his own in Riverrun, he knew deep down inside this would always be home.

"Happy to be home baby brother?" A voice calls out to him.

Robb turns his head to see his insufferable twin brother and gives a small smile. "Indeed, I am Lulu. There is just something about the Northern air that is so clean and pure that it makes me want to stop and just take it in."

Lelouch smiles at his brother. "I know what you mean baby brother. Even as Wintertown keeps growing I take steps to keep it that way. The last thing I want is for our home to end up like the cesspools in the South."

Robb nods his head at this. Lelouch and him have never had a lot in common like most people say twins do but their dislike of the South was one of the things they did have in common. The South and its games were not to their liking and even though Lelouch was good at them he hated them with just as much passion as he did. The North was simpler than the South and was so clean cut and dry that you always knew who your enemies were. In the South however everyone could be called your enemy for even your best friend could and would turn on you at the drop of a coin.

"I am happy to hear that. When I am alone and thinking about my future children brother, I often wish uncle Edmure had not met his end at the Twins so I could have raised them here in the North were the Starks belong." Robb says with some sadness in his voice.

"Thinking of children already little brother? Don't tell me you have already met the woman who will one day be my good sister." Lelouch teases him.

Robb does not need to look at his brother to know he has a smile on his face. "Like you don't know who it is already."

Lelouch laughs a bit then says, "You know me so well little brother."

"It's hard not to seeing as I grew up with you." Robb says in a hard tone not liking the fact that he knows his own brother is spying on him.

"Some would say I grew faster, smarter and better looking." Lelouch says in a joking matter.

"Yes well at least I grew taller in all the places that counted." Robb says with confidence.

Lelouch does not miss the hidden meaning of Robb's joke however and just laughs a bit at the crude joke, "Lets agree to disagree on that little brother. Now tell me about this Lady Talisa Maegyr who has captured your heart."

A smile makes its way to his face at the mention of his loves name, "She is an extraordinary women brother. A healer if you can believe it who had come all the way from Volantis to practice the healing arts."

"Yes, and think the gods you met her when you did or that poor young man you were training would have lost a limb." Lelouch says letting Robb know that he knew about the accident he caused.

Robb growls at this and is about to say something till Lelouch adds in, "Well I hope to meet her soon baby brother. Any woman who catches your eye must be something special."

Robb's anger quickly dissipates, and a smile comes to his face once more, "I sent a letter to mother telling her about Talisa and my wish to marry her. Mother said that I should remember I am not free to love who I wish and that I should marry the daughter of one of my bannerman so as to secure my position."

"Mother is not wrong but then she is not right either. You are a wolf, not a fish and they know it and don't like it. However, the fact that you're my brother is reason enough for them to accept your decision on who you wish to marry." Lelouch says knowing that the river lords are not so dumb as to bite the hand that feeds them.

Robb just nods his head at this. He wished that with or without his brother's backing his bannermen wouldn't question him but that was most likely asking too much seeing as he was in their eyes a foreigner. So, moving things along Robb asks the question that has been on his mind sense he arrived in Winterfell. "Brother, I think you for your support but maybe you should move things along and tell me why you ask me to come to Winterfell. I know it was not just so I could meet the king."

Lelouch says nothing for a time then says, "Jon sent me a letter not too long ago and I wanted you to be here, so you wouldn't overreact when the news made its way to you."

"I find it insulting brother that you would think that I would overreact to anything Jon has to tell me." Robb says with anger in his voice. "What did the letter say?" He asks after calming himself down a bit.

"A large camp of wildlings has been found in the Haunted Forest." Lelouch says to his brother.

Knowing how well fortified Hardhome is Robb asks calmly, "How big are we talking? A couple of thousand?"

"More like tens of thousands brother. In fact, Jon believes they may number over 50,000." Lelouch says.

Robb's eyes go wide at this information and he quickly says, "Brother we must send help to Jon at once. Give me 1 month and I can have the hole of the Riverlands ready to march."

A small smile makes its way to Lelouch's lips. Knowing how much Robb cares for his siblings always warms his heart. "I hate to say this brother but sadly we can't do that."

"And why not Lelouch? If those wildings march on Hardhome then their small garrison of 5000 will most likely be overrun within a day." Robb says some heat in his voice. Lelouch maybe his older brother but if he does not give him a good answer as to why they can't muster the men to go help Jon then he will just ignore him and call his bannermen anyways.

"The reason we can't brother is because the political situation of the kingdom has changed. Stannis Baratheon has returned to Dragonstone and has taken with him the whole of the royal fleet." Lelouch informs his brother.

Hearing this news Robb's mind quickly reach's a natural conclusion, "You don't think he is planning a rebellion against his own brother do you."

The sound of Robb's voice makes it clear that such a thought is still unbelievable even after all that Lelouch has taught him. That was fine however with Lelouch, seeing as it was that naivety that made Robb who he was.

"I don't believe he would but there are many things going on behind the curtain that even I am not aware of. For starters did you know each one of my spies on Dragonstone are now dead." Lelouch says with a look of displeasure.

This news shocks Robb to the bone. Ever sense Lelouch had started his spy network no one had been able to stop his spies from going or hearing anything they wished. So, to hear that someone had been able to put a stop to them now was shocking. "How is that possible brother? Did Prince Stannis figure out your coded messages?"

"Of course not. There are only a handful of people in the kingdom who could figure out my messages and he is not one of them. No, I suspect it had something to do with the red woman he had taken in." Lelouch says.

"I had heard that Stannis Baratheon had converted to this red god and that there was a red priestess on Dragonstone that could do magic there. But I hardly gave it any thought." Robb says to Lelouch showing that though he does not know as much about what is happening in the Seven Kingdoms as he does, he still knows somethings.

A feeling of pride rushes through Lelouch. To think his brother would know even that much had shown how far he had come in playing the game and though like him he hated it, it still made him proud to know Robb has grown. "That is right brother and I think this red woman had something to do with this."

"Brother you don't believe this woman actually has magical powers, do you?" Robb asks skeptically.

"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth brother." Lelouch says to him.

Most people would be confused by his brother's words, but Robb has been around Lelouch long enough to know what he means. Lelouch may not wish to believe in magic but nor was he willing to disregard it. Which in turn meant that he most likely eliminated all the other possibilities.

"Is there nothing we can do to help Jon?" Robb asks Lelouch in hopes of being told that there was.

"No, with father soon going into the vipers' nest, Stannis Baratheon secluding himself and Tywin Lannister sending his scouts into the Riverlands under the false pretense of chasing down bandits there is little we can do right now." Lelouch answers with a face that shows how much he hates that he can't help Jon right now.

Slamming his fist into the stone wall Robb just says, "Damn."

-The Moat-

Tyrion loved to travel, to learn, and to see new things like the Winter Rose Bridge he had just seen. And though it was not complete he could see what it would one day become and could see it being thought of as one of the wonders of the world. Just the walkway was double the size of the Twins and if what he was led to believe was true so would be the keeps. But that was nothing compared to what he was seeing right now. He had heard the Moat was nothing more than a shadow of what it once was but clearly that was old information for right in front of him was the Moat rebuilt.

Half of its twenty towers that at one time stood above the moat during its glory days were rebuilt. The high walls and heavy gates that he heard were in disrepair were now in fine condition as well. Seeing the great keep almost back to its former glory was glorious, intimidating and worrisome all at the same time. The simple thought of attacking this place was frightening. Even if it was undermanned Tyrion honestly couldn't see it being taken without an army numbering in the tens of thousands and even then, he had this doubts that it could be taken. Sadly, for any fool who decided to attack this place it wasn't undermanned for in front of him was 20,000 Northern soldiers all lined up in military formation as Robert walk down the lines inspecting them.

Not a single man was out of place nor did any of them move a muscle as there king look them over. They faced forward, spears or bows at their side and fully dressed in their black armor. It was a cold day today and Tyrion along with his family had to wear heavy furs just keep the chill at bay and even then, they shivered but these men didn't show even the slightest discomfort. They just stood there like a wall as Commander Harrion Karstark and Lieutenant commander Jon Umber talk with Robert about the Army.

Tyrion knew his father was planning to go to war with the North as soon as Robert passed away. The Black Wolf had insulted and belittled his father too much for him to just let it go but now after seeing these men Tyrion felt like his father shouldn't pick a fight with the North. These men were nothing like the Southern knights or the common foot soldier. These men from what little of their training he had seen were meant for battle and any fool could see that. Even his own brother who always acted confident and self-assured was not smiling his normal cocky smile as he watch these men.

"About-face!" Jon Umber yells out and every man turns facing the opposite direction as one.

"Fall Out!" Jon Umber yells out once again as the men start to march off going their separate ways yet in an orderly fashion.

The ground literally shakes as the men of the Northern Army marches off. It hammers in the point to Tyrion that above anything a war with the Starks needed to be avoided at all cost least House Lannister faces complete destuction.

-Hardhome-

Sitting under a tree Sam kept tossing a rock up into the air and then letting it fall to the ground. Ever sense he had come North and had the chance to go to the Academy of Knowledge and Discovery he wanted nothing more than to prove he belonged. Sadly, he couldn't figure out a way to do that seeing as everyone was ahead of him in terms of knowledge. How was he going to prove himself among those learned men when he had no idea how to go about making a discovery? But then it hit him or more like he fell into a question that truly had him wondering about the world around him and how it worked.

On the very same day he had arrived in Hardhome he had a bit of a accident. When he was disembarking, he had tripped and fell on his face, much to the amusement of everyone around him. It didn't bother him that everyone laughed at him. He was used to making a fool of himself. What did bother him was the question that popped in his head the very moment he hit the ground.

Why did he fall to the ground? Why didn't he float? Why didn't he just keep tumbling in the air forever?

The obvious answer was that his weight made him fall to the ground but what did weight have to do with him falling to the ground. Snow fell to the ground and so did rain, both of which were lighter than him. So why did they not float in the air. So, what was it that pulled them down?So many questions and yet as far as he knew there was no answer.

"Sam there you are. I have been looking for you." A voice calls out to him.

Looking up Sam sees the new Governor of Hardhome and his friend Jon Stark. It was an odd friendship, that started in much the same way as his friendship with Euphie and that was with a love of books. For someone who look more like a warrior then a book reader it had honestly surprised Sam that Jon loved to read.

"Lord Stark." Sam says as he stands and bows to Jon.

A smile makes its way to his face and Jon says, "Sam I told you when we are in private feel free to just call me Jon."

Sam gives a nervous laugh and says, "Sorry Jon. It's just a bit hard to get use to calling the Lord of Hardhome by his first name."

"And I have told you I am not the lord of anything. Just the Governor who is in charge of this place and making sure the planks are delivered to White Harbor and Bear Island on time." Jon says back with a smile.

Nodding his head at this Sam thinks about one of the greatest unknown inventions of the world. The lumber mills they had built here were truly a revolutionary innovation the likes of which have never been seen before. Due to its unique design one mill here could do the work of several of the ones they had down south of the Wall. Which in turn made it easier to make planks for the ships the North was building. It was no wonder they could build up their fleet of ships so quickly.

"So why were you looking for me?" Sam asks Jon.

"Dr. Blackwell needs your help in the infirmary. A couple of our scouts had a run in with some wildings in the forest and got injured." The grim look on Jon's face makes it clear that the men had suffered heavy injuries.

Standing up Sam asks, "Was anyone killed?"

"No but one of our men was stab deeply in the side and the other lost an eye. They will both live but will not be back on their feet for some time." Jon says with an unhappy look on his face.

"Did they get attack while scouting the wildlings camp that was found just a couple of months ago?" Sam asks in worry. Ever sense the wildling camp was discovered things had surprisingly remained largely peaceful for the most part. The only thing they had done so far was get a little to close to the camp and steal some steel from the mills that were farther into the woods then the others. But if this was a attack on their scouts then that meant they were getting bolder in their actions.

"They did." Jon pauses for a bit then continues, "I talked with 5000-man commander Arthur Rivers about this and he thinks they are feeling us out looking for an opportunity to attack."

Sam thinks on this for a bit. He didn't know much about strategy or anything that had to do with the army but that didn't sound right to him. "Is it normal for wildlings to do that?"

"No, it is not. Hardhome had been attacked a total of three times by different groups of wildlings so far and not once have they ever done something like this before. All they did was attack the wall straight away without thinking." Jon states to him.

"What do you think that means Jon?" Sam asks with a worried tone in his voice.

"It means a competent man has become King-Beyond-the-Wall. It would be best if you don't go anywhere even inside Hardhome by yourself Sam." Jon says in a cold voice as he keeps making his way towards the infirmary with Sam by his side.

- Winterfell-

Hatred, jealousy, envy, if there was a negative emotion Cersei could feel right now, she felt it as she rode in her wheelhouse through Winter Town. She had always seen the North as a barbaric land that wasn't even worth a second thought but ever sense they had passed the Neck such a thought was no longer possible. The Moat was rebuilt, and the king's road paved over with the same type of material that damned bridge was made of and now here in Winter Town there were houses built with glass windows. Such things should only have been built for those of noble birth and yet the houses she was seeing right now were for the smallfolk who were also dressed in clothes that were also of higher quality then what they should have been allowed to have. It was insulting, infuriating even to her to see the smallfolk treated better than some of the lesser nobles she knew.

Joffrey felt much the same way as his mother, but his siblings were not of the same opinion. Like Robert both Myrcella and Tommen were both amazed at what they were seeing around them. They had never seen so much glass or snow before in their lives and it was all so new to them. Myrcella had even seen a dress shop earlier that had such pretty dresses in the windows that she begged her mother if they could stop and go inside. Of course, her mother had told her no but still the image of the shop stayed with her. As for Tommen he had somehow gotten a hold of something called a newspaper and was reading it. The newspaper had all types of different information in it. Like what was going on in the North, what jobs were available for the smallfolk, and even had an article on the front page that let people know that the royal family was here in the North. Unlike his children however Robert was only paying attention to the brothels and pretty women they passed by.

It takes a few more minutes till they all enter the courtyard of Winterfell and when they do a feeling of both joy and sorrow makes its way into Robert's heart. That is until he sees the man he thinks of as more like a brother with his children, wife and a gigantic wolf with a pink bow around its neck.

Robert snaps his head to the side and looks at the wolf and thinks, "What in the seven hells?"

Robert had seen many things in his life, but a wolf wearing a pink bow was a new site. Who in their right mind would even think of putting a bow on a wolf who's jaw look like it could fit a grown man's head in it and crush it like a berry? Getting off his horse without any help Robert walks up to Ned without taking his eyes off the wolf and waves his hand for Ned and his family to get up off their knees then asks, "Ned what the fuck is up with that?"

Ned gives out a sigh knowing that any attempt at keeping proper etiquette had already gone out the window and just says, "That is Fenrir. He used to belong to my son till he gave him to his wife as a gift. She is the one that put that on him."

"That is wrong in so many ways Ned." Robert says flatly to his old friend.

"Agreed." Ned says back as they both look at the big wolf who is currently scratching himself.

-Later Great Hall -

People could say what they wanted about Shirley, but the girl really did know how to break the ice. For most people if you see a normal wolf you would be cautious around it and if you had a weapon you most likely try to kill it. However, Fenrir was anything but a normal wolf seeing as he was about the same size of a snow bear and twice as fast. So, when people saw him their first thought was to run for it, no matter if they had a weapon or not. But once Shirley put a pretty pink bow on said wolf and had it play dead in front of everyone as she rubbed its belly, well the thoughts of the wolf being dangerous simply went away. It was truly amazing how little it took to put people at ease. The only exceptions were those people who were smart enough to realize that it was still a wolf and becomes of its size was extremely dangerous. Surprisingly enough the Queen was one of those people. Lelouch didn't think it had anything to do with her intelligence as so much as her own fear of him that made her cautious but she had demand that Fenrir was to be kept far away from her and her children. This demand did upset Shirley but Lelouch didn't see a reason to create a conflict over nothing, so he just ordered Fenrir to go play with his siblings which the wolf gladly did.

Now everyone was in the Great Hall having a feast in the king's honor and to celebrate Ned's appointment as Hand of the King. Lelouch had already known that once Lord Arryn step down his father would be next in line to be Hand, but none the less he would have preferred if Robert had picked his good-father instead for the position. No matter how he looked at it his father just didn't belong in King's Landing with all its snakes, but sadly he had no say in Robert's choice. He was just thankful that he had enough spies in the Red Keep to keep his father somewhat well informed during his stay there and that Alphonse Corbet controlled most of Flea Bottom. This wouldn't keep his father fully safe, but it would at the very least keep the dregs of society from being a problem. Those snakes just loved to hire the scum from the slums to do their dirty work.

Anyways it was best not to worry about what could happen to his father in King's Landing. Lelouch had other things to worry about right now. For instance, his wife and the Queen were currently trading vailed insults with each other and Sansa looked about ready to stab the prince. Shirley was both passionate and lived by her emotions, but she knew how to hold her temper. As for his sister well, she could deal with it for now or at least he hoped so. The Queen however was another story.

Cersei Baratheon or Cersei Lannister was a woman that in Lelouch's opinion was highly dangerous to those around her and to herself. From what his spies had told him about her and from what he had learned from talking to the woman Lelouch more or less had her personality down. She was a vain, impatient, shortsighted, obsessed with power, and thought herself wiser than she really was. She also hated anything and everything that was not Lannister and hated to be looked down upon because she was a woman to an almost violent degree. These negative personality traits led Lelouch to believe that predicting what Cersei's actions would be when Robert died would be hard to do. And sadly, he was dying.

In a world where medical knowledge was still in its infancy, things like STD's and cancer was relatively unknown. Sure, they had some knowledge about different types of diseases, but this world hasn't even entered the Renaissance yet. So, any hope of diagnosing throat cancer, which Robert in all likely hood had was unlikely and curing him was impossible. It was sad in away; all that drinking had finally caught up to Robert and the poor man didn't even know anything was wrong. Lelouch only knew what was happening to the man because his spies had reported that Robert had gone to that fool Grand Maester Pycelle about an itching in his throat. What the old fool had found was a lump in Robert's throat that he dismissed as nothing more than a simple blister and gave Robert only the most basic of medicine to help with the itch. That was 6 months ago, and the lump had not gone away, and Robert had even started to cough hard at random times. There was no blood yet and though Lelouch was not 100% sure, he was reasonably sure it was cancer.

The only thing Lelouch really had to wonder about was how long did the king really have left. It could be a year, or it could be a couple of months. Lelouch was no doctor and his knowledge on throat cancer was limited to what he had read in a book some 20 years ago. Back when he was still in his old world were things like chemotherapy were available for things like this.

Giving a small unnoticed sigh Lelouch stands and makes his way outside the Great Hall to get some fresh air. Once outside he notices someone, he has not seen sense the king's party arrived in Winterfell.

"Lord Tyrion, what a pleasure it is to see you again." Lelouch nods to the man.

Looking up from where he was sitting Tyrion puts down the book he was reading and looks up at the Black Wolf of the North with a smile that is not altogether fake. "The same to you Lord Lelouch."

"I must say I find it surprising that you are not inside enjoying the feast. I would think someone with your reputation would be drinking the night away with everyone else." Lelouch says in good humor.

"Most would think the same thing my young lord and while I do enjoy partaking in the consumption of wine and other fine drinks, feasts have never been my thing. I much prefer a jug of good wine and a fine lass to warm my bed over the company of other drunks." Tyrion says back to Lelouch with a smile. For some reason when Lelouch looks at him Tyrion does not feel any animosity or disdain towards his person. It was a welcoming feeling and it made it easy to talk with the young man.

Lelouch nods his head at this. "Then I am sure you will find the brothels in Winter Town much to your liking."

"Oh, indeed I did. I especially like the Winter Rose and the shower they had. Never had I experienced fucking a woman under a hot waterfall." Tyrion smiles widely remembering it.

Lelouch gives a light laugh at this for he was not the only one to tell him that. His good-father had told him much the same and of course his beloved wife often insisted he take her in the shower. It was too bad both of them hated everything related to the Lannisters, Lelouch truly felt like he had found his good-father's kindred spirit.

"I see tonight however your taste have gone in a different direction. May I see what you were reading." Lelouch holds out his hand.

Tyrion shrugs his shoulders and hands over the book to Lelouch, "Of course, after all it is one of your books."

"So, you found the Winterfell library, have you?" Lelouch says with a smile and looks at the title of the book.

"Indeed, I have, and I have to say I didn't know you wrote so much. It looked like a good amount of them had your name as the author on them." Tyrion says to him.

"Writing a book helps to pass the time. Hmmm the Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus." Lelouch says as he looks at one of the first books he copied from his old world.

"Yes, I found the title interesting and thought I read it and find out what it was about. Needless to say, it was quite the story." Tyrion says.

Lelouch gives a ghost of a smile. "Was it now? Tell me what are your thoughts on the book?"

Tyrion takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he answers Lelouch's question. It is not often that he gets to have an intelligent conversation with someone, so he does not wish to come off like a drunken fool. "Well in my opinion it speaks on the arrogance of man and what thinking to highly of yourself can get you. This character Faustus showed that in the most spectacular of fashions. He was an arrogant, and greedy man who had to show everyone around him that he was better than them. In his quest to prove that, he did things that he would later regret but by the time he realized this it was too late for he had already damned himself."

Lelouch nods his head at this and looks at Tyrion with cold dead eyes and asks a question. "And tell me Lord Lannister do you think there is a lesson to be learned from my book?"

Tyrion feels a cold chill run up his back as he answers. "That we all have to pay the price for the things we do."

"That is right Lord Lannister. I guess that is where me and your father differ. He thinks that he is untouchable and that somehow in some way he will not pay for the things he has done. When that illusion breaks, he will pay the debts he owes. Even the one he owes you for the things he did to you so long ago." Lelouch says as he looks at Tyrion.

Tyrion knows he is talking about his first wife and is not surprised that Lelouch knows about it. But those cold eyes of Lelouch's makes it seem like he can see right past the armor he has put on around his heart for all those years.

When Lelouch starts to walk away Tyrion asks him one more question before he leaves. "Lord Stark do you believe in the Seven Hells?"

Stopping for a moment Lelouch turns back and faces Tyrion and looks at him with eyes that are full of sorrow. "Lord Lannister if there is one thing, I am sure of it is that there is a hell and I am going there. Take that book to your lord father and give it to him and tell him I told you that if he wishes to beat me, he will need to accept that he is going to the same place as me after he dies"

Turning back around Lelouch makes his exit back into the Great Hall leaving a very worried Tyrion. How do you beat a man who already thought himself damned to suffer for all times after he passed away? Shaking his head Tyrion grabs the wine skin on his belt and takes a bit gup of it, hoping that it will make him forget this conversation with the black wolf.

-Lelouch's Office-

After spending some more time at the feast and dancing with his wife Lelouch had excused himself from it. When ask why he was leaving Lelouch had simply said that he had work concerning the bridge to do in the morning. Robert was far too gone in his cups to really care and the queen didn't care if he was here or not. As for his family well, they knew he hated these kinds of events to begin with so were not surprised that he was leaving early. Shirley however was not happy for she wanted to dance some more with him but didn't make too big a deal about it seeing as she didn't lack for dance partners.

Once in his office Lelouch immediately notices that someone else was in the room with him. "Jeremiah welcome home."

Walking forward and taking a knee Jeremiah says, "My lord I apologize for my lateness."

Lelouch waves him off as he takes a seat. "No need to apologize my knight. I had assumed that you would run in to some problems Beyond the Wall to begin with."

"And that I did my lord. I ran in to our true enemy during my little visit there." Jeremiah states to his lord.

Lelouch's eyes narrow and commands, "Tell me about it."

"Yes, my lord." Jeremiah says.

-Flashback-

As Jeremiah locks swords with the white walker he can't help but be shock by its incredible strength. Ever sense Jeremiah had come to this world and found that he had kept his physical enhancements from his old world he had yet to find anyone who could go toe to toe with him when it came to pure power. Yet this thing was doing just that.

With a great push Jeremiah flings the white walker back. When the white walker lands it immediately gets back up taking a guarded stance and looks at Jeremiah with a shock look on its ghastly face. In its mind no human of his size should be able to do what Jeremiah had just done. It is not the only one that is surprised, however. Jeremiah had expected this thing to get back up and immediately charge right at him, but instead it took a perfect guard stance and waited to make its next move.

They both start to circle around each other looking for an opening to attack. And like they had both agreed on it they rush at each other and strike. Sparks fly out as they slash, parry and thrust their swords at each other with incredible speed. To the untrained eye it would look like both were evenly matched, but they would be wrong.

In a burst of speed and strength, Jeremiah knock the white walker's sword aside then slashes downwards with enough power to carve a man in armor in half. The white walker shatters in an explosion of ice leaving nothing behind.

Standing still for a bit Jeremiah looks down at what remains of his opponent with sweat running down his face. Though he had won the battle with some ease, to be pushed to the point where he would sweat was unexpected.

Hearing a roar from the tree line Jeremiah looks over and sees several more blue eyes appear in the darkness. Narrowing his eyes Jeremiah quickly sheaths his blade and makes his retreat. He had already gotten what he needed from this battle so there was little point in continuing to fight.

-Flashback end-

Lelouch pays close attention to everything his knight says to him and once he is done, he says. "So now we have confirmation on who are real enemy is. I can't say I am pleased by this new knowledge."

In the Art of War, it says know thy enemy, and now that Lelouch knew who his real enemy was, well he couldn't have asked for a worst opponent. An enemy from over 8,000 years ago who had little credible information about was the worst enemy of all. The only information he did have on them was from a book his uncle Benjen had copied for him from the vaults in Castle Black. The book did give much detail but he had learned that the white walkers were weak to Dragonglass, better known as obsidian to him, and something called dragonsteel which he had no knowledge about seeing as no such steel as far as he knew existed. The logical answer would be that it was Valyrian steel but that was unlikely seeing as the Valyrians didn't come over till Aegon I Targaryen conquered Westeros or at least that was according to what records he was able to find about the Valyrian Freehold. Not much was left after their fall so Lelouch had no way of knowing for sure if they had come over or not.

"Indeed, my lord. A worse enemy could not have been pick for us to battle. Just in terms of skill with a sword there are few in Westeros that can match these things and when you add in their speed and strengthen, well let's just say I can only name a few who could maybe best them." Jeremiah says truthfully.

The number of people who could match a white walker was indeed low. Chief amongst that number was Syrio Forel the First Sword of Braavos and Barristan the Bold who as far as Jeremiah was concerned were the greatest swordsmen in all the known world. Other than those two he could only think of a few people like Jaime Lannister, Oberyn Nymeros Martell if he could stop fooling around long enough to take a fight seriously, Robb, Jon and maybe Theon. Sandor Clegane could maybe win in a fight against a white walker but like his dead older brother he depended on raw power way too much for that to be assured.

"That is bad news." Lelouch knew how fast Jeremiah was and if these things could keep up with him then it didn't bold well for his army. He didn't know how many white walkers there were out there but if their numbers ranged in the 1000's then his men would stand little chance of winning.

"So, what do we do?" Jeremiah asks.

Lelouch thinks on that question for a bit before giving a sigh. "There is little we can do. Now that we know white walkers are real, we can assume that their ability to reanimate the dead to a point is real as well. That could be potentially millions of dead bodies attacking us at once."

"And with each kill they make that is one more body to add to their army. This couldn't get any worse." Jeremiah says in a somber tone.

"Indeed. If this was a story, we would win against overwhelming odds in a poorly constructed plot that in no way made any real sense. Sadly, this is not a story and we are on our own for the time being my knight. No one is going to believe us if we tell them the white walkers are back." Lelouch says to him in disappointed voice.

"It looks like you may have to accelerate your plan once again my lord." Jeremiah says.

"It does look that way but for now we wait. The removal of such an important piece from the board takes time and planning. It can't be rush." Lelouch says to him.

"Of course, my lord. Then I shell leave you for the night." Jeremiah bows to Lelouch then exits the room. Leaving Lelouch to his own thoughts.

-A Week later-

The time had come to say goodbye to the king and his lord father. It had been a trying week to say the least for Lelouch. What with his wife and the queen taking shots at each other when ever they were in the same room with each other. But other than that, things had gone well, and no unforeseeable things had happened. That was not a surprise however seeing as the Queen and the crown prince were smart enough to not start anything in a place where, they had no real power.

"Lady Shirley thank you for teaching me how to swim." Young prince Tommen said to her with a blush on his face.

"Your very welcome my prince but remember you promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone about me teaching you how to high dive. It's our little secret so don't forget." She whispers into his ear and gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Tommen blushes and nods his head at Shirley. Then turns to his sister who is standing by Shirley's side. "Be well sister. I am going to miss you." He says with tears in his eyes.

Tommen was not really shock when it was announced that Joffrey was to marry Sansa because he had heard his father talk about it many a times but he was when his father announced that along with that union Myrcella was to marry Bran and that Myrcella would be staying in the North for the foreseeable future. It was a blow that young Tommen was not ready to take and if his mother's attitude was anything to go by, she was not ready for it as well. The thought of not seeing his sister for a long time hurt badly but it helped to know that she was going to be among friends and not strangers. It especially helped when Lady Shirley promised to watch over his sister personally. Despite the fact that his mother and Lady Shirley clearly didn't get along well she was still the sweetest, kindest and most beautiful person he had ever met.

"I'll miss you to." Myrcella says in a sad voice.

Like her brother Myrcella was sad to have to say goodbye to her younger brother. She had begged her mother to do something, to convince her father to change his mind or at least wait to send her here when she was older but to no avail. Her father had made up his mind and despite her mother's anger there was nothing she could do about it. The only good thing about staying was that she would get to spend more time with her new friend Shirley. Just like her brother she thought Shirley was like a bright sun on a gloomy day and always had a game to play. Unlike her husband who Myrcella was kind of afraid of, but her betrothed Bran was a sweet and kind boy. Once the announcement of their betrothed was known he had done everything he could to make her feel better about the match. Bran had even gone so far as to promised to teach her how to speak several of the languages he knew, which she had an interest in. Her mother had told her that the North was a barbaric land with little culture but that was clearly not so seeing as they had things that even King's Landing didn't have and that all the Stark children could speak at least 2 different languages.

"I trust your well take care of my child Lord Lelouch." Cersei says to Lelouch with some bitterness in her voice. She knew it was him who had convinced Robert to marry off Myrcella to his younger brother. After all Lord Stark was not smart enough to make such a move.

Looking at the Queen with those same cold eyes that never fail to make her feel a hint of fear towards him Lelouch says "Not to steal a saying from my wife's homeland but I don't hurt children."

With that Cersei takes her leave after giving a small nod of her head to Lelouch and Lelouch a bow to her in return.

Once she is gone Ned walks up to his son and stops. They both look at each other not saying a word to each other for a time till Ned finally says, "Lelouch make sure to take care of our family while I'm away."

"You can trust me father I have no attention of letting any harm come to them. Just come home safely to us. My eyes reach many places but even my eyes don't reach everything in King's Landing." Lelouch says to him in a serious voice.

Ned just nods his head at Lelouch. He knew his son hidden many things from him. Things in truth he didn't even want to know but when Lelouch told him that even his eyes didn't see everything in King's Landing he knew it was Lelouch's way of telling him that he couldn't protect him there.

"Winter is Coming." Is all that Ned says to his son before he turns around and walks away.

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And end.

I hope you all enjoyed that chapter. Now I know a lot of people are going to be upset by it so in a attempt to cut off any of the questions let me answer a few things.

Frist off I know I changed a lot of things out of the chapter like when Robert and Ned go in to the tombs. Let me just say that nothing was really going to change in there so I saw no point in putting it in

Then there is the whole Bran falling off the broken tower scene. In my story that happing didn't make a whole lot of sense. For 2 reasons and I will point them out now. Frist that tower was rebuilt and turn in to Lelouch's bedroom/office, so Cersei and Jaime getting in there to have sex is just not going to happen. 2nd reason, there is nothing and I mean nothing that happens in the North none the less in Winterfell that Lelouch does not know about. Even if Cersei and Jaime found another high place to fuck and push Bran off of, does anyone believe that Lelouch would let them leaving the North alive. I don't.

Last I know I spent a lot of time on Sansa in this chapter. In fact it was more then I would have like seeing as I didn't like her character at all in the show. I still can't understand how she lived to through most of the show and became Queen in the North. But with that said I had to spend a lot of time on her to completely overhaul her character or what I plan to put in the next chapter wouldn't make any sense.

Once again, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I hope to do better next time.