Chapter 4: The King is Coming!

Winterfell was very busy. Busier than ever before, and definitely busier than William had ever seen it before. Usually the servants would take leisurely strolls through the castles walls, carrying fresh bedsheets or food to wherever they needed to be, but now they were runing through the halls making sure every little detail of the castle was immaculate.

William was helping out in the dining hall, pulling up the massive chandeliers which had just been refilled with new candles, and it was only him doing it single-handedly, the rest of them taking two or three men to successfully pull the chandeliers up back to their original positions as quickly as possible. Eventually he could see Lady Catelyn marching past him, with Maester Luwin by her side. Will could hear her talking about one Tyrion Lannister, and how he needed lots of ale, or wine to keep him entertained for his time at Winterfell, before they stopped beside William.

"Maester Luwin, this is William, Winterfell's new soldier, and part-time decorator."

"Only for today, Lady Catelyn. It is nice to finally meet you, Maester Lwin."

"It is nice to meet someone who is from somewhere that isn't from somewhere I haven't heard of, Sir William."

Lady Catelyn was dressed in her finest robes, a sea blue dress with a small wolf pelt arond the back of her neck and shoulders. Maester Lwin was in his regular grey woolen robes, albeit slightly more cleaner, his chains shiny and rattling around as he walked out the hall with Lady Catelyn.

The king is coming, and the last time I was with a king he ended up dying...

He ended up wandering Drangleic Castle not long after he actually began wandering around the kingdom of Drangleic. The massive beasts around there had inconvinienced him obviously, especially The Rotten and the Duke's Freja, but when William had finally slain them, they weren't causing anymore problems. One problem however, was Vendrick.

Vendrick had been possibly the worst fight of his life, possibly even worse than the battle against the Soul of Cinder. To see such a great man, the likes of which would never be seen again, crawling around in such ruins almost brought a tear to the eye of William, although the tears were postponed when the hollowed Vendrick almost brought his greatsword down on William's head.

Fighting him was worse. While William was busy swinging both swords against Vendrick, he realised that they were always blocked by Vendrick's sword, or they actually did hit him and they just didn't affect him in anyway. The battle lasted for hours, the great hall they were in was obscured by the darkness, so all Vendrick and William could see was each other.

When William finally wore Vendrick down to the point where he was kneeling. William could only look at the ruined king's eyes and the grey depthes which held the recesses of Vendrick's consciousness. Vendrick looked at William with the largest look of sadness he could muster, and gave the biggest sigh of relief when William finally ended his pain.

I can't believe I am even thinking of Vendrick, I am now a member of House Stark, I am loyal to Lord Eddard, I am no longer who I once was, that was in the past...

"Sir William, the chandelier..."

"What? What do you want?"

"It is not going any higher, Sir."

"Oh, I am sorry."

Thinking of Vendrick had put William in a dour mood, even worse than the usual mood he was in when he thought about before he was a loyal soldier to House Stark. Killing such a great man was not one of William's greatest moments. However, he felt he had redeemed himself when the evil bitch Nashandra had made her presence, and evil intent, known to William, before trying to kill him with her bone scythe.

Needless to say, it did not end well for Nashandra.

"Will, come here!"

Robb had shouted over to Will, his bare torso exposed to all of the serving staff, with Jon and Theon dressed similarly behind him. The barber was showing no mercy to Theon, cutting off every single hair to make him look somewhat presentable.

"I am busy, Lord Robb!"

"I'm no Lord, and you need to get a cut before the King gets here, Father's orders!"

Fucks sake...

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After finally finishing off the dining hall for the feast later, and having his head sheared like a sheep, William was not in the best of moods again. He liked his hair long, and it was easier to sort out by just simply tying anything that was loose back, and the tied back hair looked better with a small beard, it gave William a more masculine, yet handsome look.

Lady Catelyn had gathered the Stark family and the some others, like Vayon Poole, Jory and Rodrik Cassel, and lectured them on looking the best for King Robert and The Royal Family. She specifically lectured Ser Rodrik with his outstanding beard, ordering him to tie it up to look somewhat neat.

Other than beards, and other things that William didn't need to worry about, everything else seemed fine. Obviously, William was going to be dressed in his finest robes, although what he lacked in fine robes, he was knee-deep in ornate and well-made armour. It was a matter of what light armor that looked like fine robes could be worn without making it look like William was asking for a fight.

William hated robes, they made him feel weak, undefended, vulnerable. He felt safe in armour, while he was walking around in a massive set of steel, chain and plating, he felt invincible, but that would be until a crystal lizard rolled him and smacked him with its tail.

My Drakeblood Armor, ornate, yet it looks like it could be worn at small and private events...

The Drakeblood set was one of his most untouched sets of armour, it was a personal trait of William's, that if anything piqued his interest and he could take it, he would, but he would never use it if he risked harming its potential value.

He looked at himself in his armour, and he couldn't help but feel proud to see himself in a proper set of armour once again. It made him feel whole, and if he could wear his armour and swing his swords, he felt like a living weapon, and nothing could stop him. The Drakeblood Armour shone in the looking glass, and it made Will feel like he could smile with pride. He wore Anri's straightsword on his hip in honour of his friend, and it reminded him of his heritage, as a knight of Astora, and a Champion of Ash.

"Sir William! Sir William!"

"What is it?" Will yelled back in response to the voice outside his room.

"The King! His honour guard has been spotted! He will be here in a few minutes!"