Fun fact, i based his desire to make a sewage system on Tyrion's positon as head of Cisterns and Drains of Casterly Rock. I forgot, geuinely, that they ended up make a real sewage system after the series which improved the health of the people...

Things will change, Minor and Major depending on certain events and the influence of Arryn.

Unpopular opinion- Ned Stark was almost a villan and people like him are why the Mad King Flourished for so Long

Also keep in mind that this is only in Arryn's perspective all events are shown as he reacts to them not from the perspective of those involved like Dany etc


"You are always welcome in Our Home." Caitlyn's warm arms wrapped around the young Prince, feeling the boy's sharp muscular frame and cold skin even through her cloaked body. "As long as I am alive, as long as my son lives, you will have a friend and an ally in me." She ignored the slight gasp of the Queen, choosing to focus solely on the boy she embraced. Pulling back, she could not help but smile at the slight flush and almost embarrassed smile on Arryn's face. "Though you are young you" She turned and gave an equally warm smile to Tommen and Myrcella." And the two of you, have done me and my Bran a great service, one far beyond keeping me company. You kept me afloat during this dark time and ensured that my son will still be able to fulfill his duties and embrace all that life has taken from him. Neither I, nor the rest of my family, ever forget that."

"It was my pleasure, my Lady. An honor I was glad to convey."

They shared a moment, smiling at each other for a moment before Caitlyn released the boy and stepped back to stand by Robb. Her son looked at her, proud and surprised, clearly not seeing her shaking hands.

"I am glad that you have come out of Bran's room, I thought you would never leave." He whispered, soft and sweet, in her ears. His eyes filled with concern and hope, hope that she would not cut herself off to the world as she already had done.

The thought filled her with shame, only years of training and experience with keeping a strong front held back her flush. "Had the Royal Siblings not spoken to me, I do not doubt that I would still be hold up there. I had forgotten myself, and in doing so I almost missed my daughters and husband leaving." She held herself tall, looking for her Sansa and finding her with the Eldest Prince, holding on his arm softly while giving him the most adorable lovers eyes. 'I pray he is a good man. Her loving nature will make her easily taken advantage of if he is not.'

She did not bother to walk to her daughter, knowing fully that she would appreciate any gesture, not while she was so focused on the Prince. Arya however, standing with her father, would and so Caitlyn walked to her daughter, kneeling to embrace her fully. Arya buried her face into Caitlyn's neck and squeezed her tight.

"Be good for your Father, he is going to be very busy in the Capital. Can you do that for me?"

Arya snorted but nodded. "I'll try."

"That is all I ask. I love you, Arya."

"I love you too. I'm going to miss you." She squeezed tighter, desperate to hold her daughter and never let her go. After Bran, she couldn't bear the idea of losing another child. Even if that was merely leaving for the Capital for a few months.

When she had to let go, it took all she had to not flee back to Bran's room and hide herself from the world. The realization of her daughters' departure hit harder then she ever expected. She could only pray to the Mother that their time in the South was happy and helpful, that they fulfilled all of the dreams the could grasp...

"Up you go!" Myrcella giggled loudly as he lifted her, her tiny legs kicking until she threw them over his horse Lilac. "Hold tight and be careful." As he tossed himself up onto the horse, he fought a grimance as familiar agony shot through him, sticking in his joints and making the motion difficult. Still he managed to land behind his sister, pulling her flush against his body with one hand, holding onto the reigns with the other.

All would have been well, however within seconds he saw he mother walking towards his horse with her usual sense of entitled urgency. Talk and bonding or no, his mother could be quite annoying even before she spoke.

"Myrcella, why are you on that horse instead of in the carriage?" Though mellow and soft, her normal disinterested but false tone she used to convey a sense of power and dignity, there was an edge of control to their mother's tone. An expectation of command, one all Lannister's knew all too well.

His little sister actually cringed for a moment before sighing and turning to their mother. "The carriage axel broke more then thirteen times on the trip here. The Roads are too wild and rocky for it to hold us all safely. Isn't wiser if we rode? I haven't rode a horse in so long Mother and it has been a long time since Arryn has been this comfortable and strong. I want to enjoy while I still can." Her lip wiggled, her eyes wide with false tears. Myrcella looked the image of innocence and begging.

Even their stone cold mother could not hold up against it, she sighed loudly and looked at him. The look wasn't her normal private love, shallow and commanding. This was intimate and powerful, a look forged from recent understanding and a depth of value. He understood it well, he felt the same way after their discussion earlier that day.

"Please keep her safe, if she is so much as bruised she will be riding in the carriage for the entire month. Are we understood?" Both siblings nodded, and she let out another sigh. "Be careful, both of you." Her façade broke at their combined smiles, she was unable to hide her own smile even as she walked away.

Leaning in, her whispered softly in his little sister's ears. "You could charm the Mad king into a tea party, you know that right."

Her sweet, soft laughter echoed across the courtyard.

Yes, yes she most definitely did know that.


"... But Walder Frey has nearly a hundred living descendants. The Green Fork is a vital position in crossing, the tolls they extort from all that cross it are why they moved from a weak vassal house into a powerful force." Cersei's voice echoed from within her room on the tavern they were staying at, disgust clear in her tone. Jaime was all too familiar with the sound, so familiar in fact that her next words were almost impossible to understand. "They would be a good family to marry into, Uncle Keven's wife is a Frey and she gave him five children."

"Including poor Lancel. Who's idea was it to make Him Robert's squire."

With the addition of Arryn's voice, Jaime all but fell over in shock. 'She hates the idea of marrying our children off. In nine years she battled over forty different offers of marriage for Joeffery alone. Twelve for Myrcella and four for Tommen...and yet here she is, discussing marriage offers for Arryn. What could have changed?'

A little desperate and more then a little confused, Jaime walked through the tent entrance, taking in his beautiful sister and second eldest son looking over a map of Westeros, both with equal looks of concentration in their eyes. It took a soft cough for both to look up, and once again their looks were equally powerful. Cersei's of love and devotion, Arryn's of happiness and determination.

It warmed the cockles of his heart.

Approaching his sister, as close as could be socially acceptable, Jaime was surprised when Cersei's hand grasped the outside of his armor, turning to give him a nervous but determined stare. "Jaime...he... he knows." The words were all but whispered but their impact was almost equal to a swarm of raging dragons. His eyes burned into his son, who nodded softly.

"We can discuss that later, where there are less ears about... but for now, Mother and I are discussing my future marriage possibilities." His son chuckled. " A daunting task, I confess. I was sick for so long few people know anything about me and many would see me as a poor match. Mother and I are trying to change that, I hope to convince Robert to allow me audience with or a position on the Small Council. Give power to my name outside of Baratheon or Lannister. However since we cannot do much on that front here, we are considering what families I could marry into. Joeffery is marrying Sansa Stark, and I have gained them as allies independently...so we were thinking of where I could gain a foothold for out family where we do not already have one, or at the very least strengthen our foothold where it may be weak. So far we have considered Frey who has a large number of daughters and granddaughters is our weakest option, he has control over the Fork and a variety of vassals that would also owe me at least some loyalty, this would also create a stronger connection to the Tully's since they are the leigelords of the Freys. Tarth through Lady Brienne, who has been through three engagements according to mother, that would give me connections to a Baratheon vassal and an entry point on the Narrow Sea. Also Lady Brienne is apparently a fierce fighter so I would physically safe with her, always a wonderful facet I do believe. Lastly my cousin Shireen. We all know Renly will never have an heir and Stannis only has a daughter, so if I marry her then I would have control over Stormsend and Dragonstone as well as a large number of Vassals. Really she is the best option I have at the moment."

It took the Kingslayer a moment to digest all he just heard, but slowly his mind began to shift through the information until something useful managed to slip out.

"That would work... I have never met Brienne of Tarth but I know her father dotes on her, I am not sure he would allow a marriage after her others failed so miserably. Stannis might be hard to work with, I do not think he would agree to the match but I do know Walder Frey would jump at the chance to marry one of his children to you. Miserly old man is desperate for a taste of real power, always has been."

Both Queen and Prince nodded, equal consideration in their eyes.

Cersei spoke first, leaning forward on the map, her fingers dancing across the map. "I cannot think of any worthy Freys. Most are ugly, greedy creatures like their Lord. Dull creatures, boring... if we are to arrange this we must find a worthy child. Then you can give me many grandchildren." Twinkling and bright, Cersei's eyes almost lit up the room and once again Jaime was reminded of why he loved her so fiercely. She could be cruel, yes but so often she was fierce and beautiful and beyond compare.

Laughing softly, Arryn shook his head. " I hope that I can give you grandchildren." His eyes focused on Jaime as well, causing an equal swelling of pride to fill Jaime's chest knowing that not only did his son acknowledge him but that he would be given grandchildren who would love and cherish him fiercely. "I admit mother, I never thought I would get the chance to have children. It is a strange but wonderful thought... sigh... but first we have to make me worthy. My Illness will make many matches impossible and others would outright consider it an insult. Stannis' poor luck with producing male heirs and the sickly nature of his daughter might make me seem like an insult... sigh politics are exhausting."

"Agreed." Though she said those words, Cersei leaned against her son with a warm smile.

It was a moment to remember...and then Jeoffery charged into the room, throwing himself in the closest chair, screaming in rage. " THAT LITTLE BITCH ATTACKED ME, I WANT HER HEAD!"

Peaceful moment shattered, all three of the other Lannisters charged Jeoffery assessing his injuries. Jaime knew instantly that his Eldest was barely hurt, the injury would barely scar with the most effortless of treatment. It took all he had not to slap his son upside the head, to scold him for being such a little cunt over such a pitiful injury.

His mother did not have this ability, screeching sharply. " What happened to you?" Almost as quick as he assessed his son's injury, Cersei began to break down, pushing Joff's sleeve up, eyes wide with rage. " What happened?"

"That little bitch, she attacked me, her and her little butcher's boy. They beat me with clubs then set her wolf on me."

Vomit rose to Jaime's throat. 'How could a squirt of my seed create such a pathetic little cunt. There are no bruises, welts, red marks or any kind of defensive injury. The bite marks are less then half an inch deep on a fleshy part of the arm. I doubt it even hurt that much.

"Lying is unbecoming, Brother." Arryn somehow broke the tension, and the rest of the Lannister's turned towards him. "You have not a single bruise on you, nor do you have a single red mark aside from the bite. I would bet anything that either the Butcher's boy or Arya have some sort of mark on them and if we asked them they would call you a liar."

Joff actually growled. "You can't talk to me like that! They attacked me I want their heads."

" She's a Stark and the daughter of Robert's closest ally, his brother in all but blood. You will never be able to spin this in any way that makes you look good." Soft and strong the words were the literal antithesis of Jofferey's anger. " If you want to keep any allies in the future, dear brother, for no one is loyal simply because of your name... you need to learn to lie, the control the situation... It would be wiser to either not say anything or at the least not make a production of it. Give no quarter, make no enemies... no more then you already have. Placating father, gaining his admiration like you so crave will never happen if you create any rift between him and Lord Stark."

Much to the amazement of Jaime, anger actually drained from Joffrey's face and in it's place was an odd calm. One that usually only his mother could invoke, quiet but rare contemplation.

"What should I do then? Let her get away for attacking me, let her wolf get away with nearly tearing off my arm?"

'What will you say now, Arryn?' He was curious, almost bewilderingly so. Years of isolation and illness has, much to Jaime's shame, made his son almost a stranger to him. He had no idea how the boy would react or how he would advise his temperamental shithead of a brother.

Reaching forward, Arryn grasped the boy's arm. "What actually happened? If I am to advise you it is best if I know the entire truth. Let nothing out, Brother."

"Does it matter? The girl and the Wolf attacked him, a treasonous act." Cersei's voice and face were filled with venom reserved only for Tyrion and those that attacked her family. "A punishment need to be met out."

"Mother, weather we like it or not, Father loves Lord Stark and holds most others in contempt. If we play against Lord Stark in this we are the ones who will lose. Every time. I have never even the man happy until we came to the North. If Joff is going to keep any good will with our father we have to play in favor of Lord Stark and his daughters. I don't like it either but we have to do it." Turning back to his brother, ignoring his still raging mother, Arryn nodded. "What happened?"

And so Joff told the tale of his confrontation with Arya Stark, a tale that proved his son's cowardly nature, cruelty and general stupidity. The bile returned to Jaime's throat, the urge to beat his son became almost impossible to ignore.

From the look in Arryn's face, though it lasted for but a moment, he felt something similar.

"Alright... Say... say it was a training gone wrong... that you did not realize that Arya was going to train with the Butchers boy. You genuinely thought that he was trying to hurt her and thought to educate him on the futility of his actions but in doing so infuriated the Wolf who did it's duty and protected it's mistress. You, you are going to admit that you shamed yourself and say that you will do better. Be better, apologize to Stark girl and to Lord Stark... then have her Wolf sent back to the North, both wolves, that way they are out of our hair."

Wide eyed and infuriated, Joffrey all but screamed. "But they attacked me! I am the Prince!"

"And Father is the king and if you show him humility, you will ensure that Arya looks the part of the bratty child whilst you are the mature adult. Cutting her off at the knees entirely and making yourself look noble in the niave eyes of the northerners. None value concepts like nobility and honor then the Stark family, everyone knows that."

Slowly Joffrey actually began to nod, seemingly understanding his brother's wisdom. "Cut her off at the knees... I can do that." His cruel smile returned for a moment and Jaime knew that by the days end, though the Stark girl would live, someone was going to die.

For that look was all too similar to the Mad Kings before Jaime rammed his sword through his stomach.

The look in Cersei's told him Arryn's wise advice had gone unheeded.


The look on Eddard Stark's face brought a rare feeling of true fear in Arryn's heart. The man, a warrior of rare skill, was staring down at the world with a wrath that once helped win a war. Though he had never seen him fight, it was impossibly clear from every motion the man made that he was highly trained. He was someone to fear, and with the power that the North had backing him...

Yet it was not the look of a warrior that scared Arryn so but the look of a father, desparate and afraid and worried for his child. The man broke through his mother's obnoxious guards leaning down to watch over his terrified daughter. Poor Arya, having been found by his mother's guards, was pale and shaking. There was no sign of her wolf, her clothes were dirty and ruffled and she seemed ready to run.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She all but begged as her father grabbed her face.

"You hurt?"

"No."

"It's alright." He pulled her close, clear relief in both Starks. "What is the meaning of this? Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?" His words echoed with pain and the familiarity of a warrior, a dangerous combination that only added to Arryn's fear.

Without hesitating he placed a hand on his mother's back, pressing lightly in a desperate attempt too keep her calm. He prayed, though he knew there was no gods to hear it, that for once she would not let her obsession with Joffrey overtake her logic.

"How dare you talk to your King in that manner" Her words held no real power, only her typical anger.

Robert all but sighed as he spoke. " Quiet woman." Dismissive and disrespectful, it was any wonder he still had a head with the hatred all but pouring from his mother in the moment. "Sorry Ned. Never meant to frighten the girl. But we need to get this business done quickly."

"Your girl and that butchers boy attacked my son. That animal of hers nearly tore his arm off."

Arya yelled out. "That's not true!"

In that instant, Arryn knew he had lost in this attempt to keep the peace. He knew that no matter what else happened, his Arya would never realign with him. His mother had burned that bridge in an instant, and with her usual level of care.

Sighing, he removed his hand, disgusted with his mother and filled with guilt. He turned and stared at Arya, who actually looked back at him. He tried, desperately, to convey his apologies to the girl. He wanted to pull her towards him, to hold her and offer every sympathy he could managed to scrounge up, but saw nothing but disdain and pain in her eyes.

Without care, he whispered softly. "I am sorry."

She saw it, and much to his surprise, actually seemed to understand or at the very least accept his apologies.

"She just bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah." The Butcher's boy's name came up quickly, and with it a feeling of regret and worry.

'Please, please do not hurt him Mother... or Joff, please do not let your egos result in the death of a child. We have enough blood on our hands as it is.' He cursed his complacency, his stupidity. 'I cannot believe I forgot about him, I should have had a guard protect the boy or had him hidden at the least...'

In his mourning, in his struggle to hide his tears and pain, Arryn missed a great deal. He knew that several minutes had passed during his attempt to calm himself but not a word entered his ears... so, when he opened his eyes and saw Sansa, terrified and all but crying, he knew that his family, that his mother had destroyed any love the Starks had for the Lannisters.

"It all happened so fast." Sansa lie was the final straw, the last spark that set within him fully the fires of shame and hate.

His heart turned hallow and without waiting for a dismissal, Arryn turned on heel and marched away unable to handle his first real and true failure. Thankfully, for him, no one noticed him, too caught up in the heat and anger of the situation. He was grateful for that, even as he ran from the tavern and into the woods. The path, though rough, was precise enough that even in the moonlight he did not fall.

He made it quite a distance, closer into the town when he saw exactaly what he feared.

Arryn never felt the urge to slaughter another person more then he had in that exact moment, watching the Hound carrying the dead body of an innocent child over the back of his horse. His hands shook and it took more strength then even the Gods could manage to stop from thrusting his sword into the smug, arrogant Hound's stomach.

"Why? Why would you do this?" His voice croaked, cracking under the weight of his pain, the shame of his family's actions. He looked into the Hound's face, desperate and all but praying to see a silver of remorse in the man's eyes. "He was a child? You know Joff was lying about the attack, you've seen what he is capable of."

All the Hound did was shrug. "I do as I'm told, same as any actual knight would have." Mockingly cruel, the man lead his horse past Arryn, the boy's body actually brushing up against him.

Arryn fell to his knees as the pain of the situation hit him...

'Is this really what my family is? My mother, my brother... my weak adopted father... are they all like this? There is no way that Robert could not tell Joff is lying, his cruelty is known by all.'

He had no idea how long he sat upon his knees, but eventually he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, jerking him into the real world. He did not need to look around, he knew who it was. The Scent of Lavender Oils made it effortlessly clear.

"Why, Mother... why would you condemn to death a child? Why would you promote my brother's madness? Did you at least spare the wolves?" He whispered, knowing despite his pain to be quiet even on the road. You never know who was listening.

With more strength then he expected, his mother pulled him off of the ground and pulled him into her chest. "It is a mother's duty to protect her children, that is what I did. And no, one escaped but the other was slain. Lady I believe she was called."

"Even from the consequences of his own actions?"

"Especially then."

" I was so focused in stopping my brother's evil that I forgot about yours." Yanking himself out of his mother's grasp, he put all of his pain and hate into his eyes. " I wonder, mother dear, if this is why Joff is such a monster. If maybe you bothered to be a parent instead of coddling him, then perhaps Westeros would actually have hope for the future. Congratulations on raising the next mad king. I hope your happy."

His heart burned with familiar agony as he remembered, despite her recent kindness just how much he had loathed his mother before this.

'How could I have forgotten her evil? She ignored his abusing Tommen, she ignored his slaughter of that pregnant cat... until recently I could count the conversations I had with my mother on one hand. Damn it, I let myself get caught up in my own happiness. I am a fool indeed... I will never forget this mother... I will never forget what you did. I will not forget what you really are again...'

As her son walked away, Cersei felt her heart breaking in equal measure to the rage building in her heart. 'How dare he speak to me like that! Joff is not the mad king he's... cruel, sadistic and enjoys hurting others. Sigh, I pray that he's wrong.'

Not a fool, Cersei followed her son and returned to the Tavern, ignoring the looks of hate and distrust in the eyes of the Stark men that she passed by. Her skin crawled, feeling the danger of her situation.

'He's right... I destroyed any alliance we once had with them... they will have to die along side Lord Stark.'

Within her heart, within her mind, she envisioned the smug bastards face as his head rolled on the ground. His wild beast of a girl would follow suit for daring to touch her son.

'There is no way Sansa would stay engaged to Joffrey if her father and sister died by our hands. She would live to kill Joffrey just as I plan to kill Robert and I cannot allow that.'

The guards in front of Lord Stark's room gave a near sickening look to Arryn, sickening him. It was a reminder of his failure to stop his mother's bloodlust, a reminder he would keep close to his heart. "Please, I would like to speak to Lord Stark."

"Lord Stark is having no visitors, your Grace."

Sighing, he focused fully on the men. "I figured as much but it is important. I would rather not invoke my father's name but this important."

His words had the impact he had hoped for, the guards shared a look before one went inside the man's doors. Less then a minute passed before he returned. "Lord Stark will see you now."

Striding past the man, Jory he believed his name was, Arryn found himself of a very tired looking Ned Stark, holding Arya and Sansa close to him. The man's eyes were red, clearly he had either been crying or was exhasuted. Guilt filled his very bones at the knowledge that his mother had caused such pain.

"I know it might not mean much... but I did try to reason with my mother, before you were brought forth. I suggested that they send the Wolves to the North, back to Winterfell. I know the truth well, Arya... my mother... there is no excuse for her bloodlust. I am sorry... For what little is worth, I will be paying for Mycah to have a full funeral. What the Hound did was unforgivable...truthfully." Sighing he approached the girls, kneeling in front of them both, grabbing their hands. "I do not ask you to forgive my mother, or my brother... I am not if I can do that now. What I can promise you, is that I am not like them nor is Tyrion, Myrcella or Tommen. None of us would or done that."

There was a pause, where no one spoke... then Arya turned to him and tossed herself into his chest, crying softly as she mourned the loss of three important figures in her life. He didn't speak further, just held the girl and rubbed her back.

There was no darker intentions here. It wasn't for an alliance... it was an apology... it was a mourning...

It was a lesson and one he would never forget.

'Mother cannot be trusted... if I am to accomplish anything, I have to ensure that my power is out of her control entirely.' Sighing, he turned inwards. 'A month ago, all I wanted was to survive and gain a name that people would remember... and now I want to be on the Small Council and stop my mother and brother from burning as all... it is amazing how much can change when you see a person's true face...' His eyes turned towards a crying Sansa, and he felt some part of his heart cool. 'She is weak, she didn't lie to support Joffrey or fear of my mother. She did it to support her obsession and naivety towards my brother. She deserves her sadness, even if it cost that poor wolf... I cannot trust her in the future. Sister or not... she is too easily maneuverable, a perfect puppet for my mother and brother.' He shuddered as a thought came to him. 'I need to get on the small council sooner then later... I cannot believe I am saying this even thinking it... I need my Grandfather's help.'


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was fun and hard and sad to write. I loved this scene and I really wanted to show that not everything can change despite his best efforts, Cersei is insane and impulsive and would act outside of wisdom. Joffrey would rather enjoy his violence then listen to his brother even if Arryn was right.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.