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Chapter One

Percy let out a yawn on the back of his horse as they sauntered along the Kings Road at an annoying slow pace. This whole journey seemed pointless to the crowned Prince, he understood his father would want to offer his dear friend Lord Stark to be his warden in person, however to bring along the whole family seemed like overkill to him. To make matters worse his father would stop the large convoy to stop to hunt whenever he was in the mood which postponed their arrival at Winterfell even further. If Percy had it his way he would have taken he and his own personal guard ahead and arrival at Winterfell within the hour, however as the royal family they had standards to follow leaving Percy in the midst of gold cloaks and his "lovely" family.

"Bored nephew?" Jamie Lannister's voice called out from Percy's left. Percy almost didn't respond knowing anything he said to his uncle would most likely end up on his mothers ears. Anytime Percy had complained to Jamie as a child it would seem he would receive a lecture from his mother about pointless things. Percy wasn't used to the royalty nor was he accustomed to behaving as such. For the first seventeen years of his life he had been used to being able to just be himself not having to wear a fake mask and holding himself to higher standards. Adjusting was something Percy had a hard time with, however he had a good seventeen years to learn the ways of Westeros and was starting to learn how to act.

"Very," Percy replied to his uncle shrugging, "You're not the best company in the world, you could try to amuse me with a joke every so often. Instead you just ride in silence."

"I'm not here to amuse you Perseus I'm here to make sure you and your family make it to Winterfell without dying," Jamie replied shifting on his horse slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable in his golden armor.

"That's why he's calling you boring brother," Luke scoffed from Percy's right, "Just think Perseus we'll be in Winterfell in a few hours, where you can challenge the Stark boys to a duel, visit a brothel or two, then have your mother boast about you and your sister all night at dinner."

"Or get drunk off your ass." Jason chimed in from behind, "And let me get drunk with you." Percy didn't respond falling into his thoughts at what was to come. Seventeen years Percy had been in this land, and every night for seventeen years Percy was plotting. The demigods had been sent to this land in a last ditch effort to stop the Night King and the White Walkers, as they had taken over their world as well thanks to the primordial Tartarus. The only way to stop the long night from taking over his world, was to stop it from happening here first. Himself along with Jason, Luke, and Thalia had been chosen for this quest as they were the only capable demigods left to handle it. Annabeth and the rest of the seven had already perished, leaving the gods no choice but to give Luke a chance at rebirth to save their world. In theory it all seemed simple enough, find the night king and kill him, however with prophecies involved nothing was ever that simple nor was being able to swallow the truth that they were now stuck in this world till the end of their days.

A one way ticket with a slight chance that they would be able to defeat the white walkers, and if they actually did win they would never be able to go back to their homes and be with those they had saved. Even though the thought of never seeing Annabeth again tore Percy apart to his core he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to save her. Much of the other demigods shared the same thoughts, they all wanted to save their friends and were willing to be stuck in the Seven Realms if it meant their friends and loved ones would be able to live. Percy knew he didn't even have a choice anyways the gods received a prophesy and it very much so stated that Percy would be the deciding factor of whether they won or not. The son of the sea alone and unarmed will make his final stand, that line replayed through his mind over and over again until he fell asleep at night.

He had seen the White Walkers first hand, seen what destruction they caused. Percy wasn't sure he would be able to fight the leader of these monsters without a weapon. Instead of focusing on his almost certain doom he tried instead on how to keep the seven realms together and at peace. They would need the largest army ever created to fight the white walkers, which meant he would need all the great houses and their banner-men on his side to even give them a fighting chance even with three children of the eldest gods present. In the world of Westeros however peace and unity was rarely an option, everyone was scraping and clawing to rise up and make a name for themselves and one mistake could lead to a whole war breaking out where Percy's grand united army would kill themselves not even knowing their deaths would mean nothing if the Night King won. Hell he knew his father was most likely going to drink himself to death one of these days sending Percy to the throne, meaning the prophecy would began to unwind and take place. Once he was crowned King he knew that someone would be there to appose him, what else could the snakes being shown mean? He could only hope that he could in fact solve the matter politically rather then a war, but Percy knew those odds weren't very likely.

Luckily for Percy he wouldn't have to worry about all of this alone as all four of the demigods had been born in houses that would allow them to plot and plan for the impending doom together. Luke was born the youngest brother of his mother, Thalia was his younger sister meanwhile Jason was born to the Tyrells. While High Garden was far from where the others dwelled Jason was born the youngest son and once it was discovered he to had powers was sent to reside in Kings Landing and was set to protect Percy. The Crowned Prince had no clue whether his father had been religious before the births of his two eldest children but he certainty was now, to a certain extent. The King believed that his two eldest children being blessed by the gods meant the gods approved of him being King, and also believed that Jason being blessed meant that the gods wanted to merge the two houses. So two years ago Percy had became unofficially betrothed to Margaery Tyrell, Jason's older sister and they were set to marry after his eighteenth name day in nine months as the priest Percy had bribed to inform his father that Percy must chose for himself whether or not to marry the Tyrell girl as a forced marriage would anger the gods.

Percy had done this for several reasons, the first being so Thalia wouldn't be sent halfway across the realm, another so Percy wouldn't be forced to wed someone if they were not to his liking. At first he didn't want to marry her for the Tyrells wealth or for the Tyrells army, even if those were factors that Luke and his own mother had brought up to him. It would make the royal family more powerful, well funded, and with the Lannister, Baratheon, and Tyrell armies at Percy's hand it would be unwise for anyone to rise against him. He wanted to actually meet her first, and try to find out the type of person she was. So when Jason was sent to Kings Landing she came with him, Percy had been skeptical at first since his heart still belonged to Annabeth. However he found Margaery to be sweet, and willing to do what was needed to be done for her house leaving Percy to wonder if any relationship could actually grow between them. His father and mother desperately tried to convince him as well but Percy had never gave them an answer only stating that he would give them an answer when the gods spoke to him.

It was only recently that Percy was starting to lean towards the possibility of marrying Jason's sister, especially when he knew he would need an army and the money to fix the debt that his father had placed upon the crown. He couldn't be selfish any longer, he would never stop loving Annabeth but in order to save her he would need the Tyrells especially their armies. He had planned to tell his father and mother of his choice, however the hand of the King had died suddenly making them leave Kings Landing in a haste and to ride up North. He figured he could always tell them when they returned, he just hoped he hadn't insulted the Tyrells by delaying his choice for nearly two years. None of that mattered now however, as the outline of Winterfell came into his view and the thoughts of his potential marriage washed away from his mind.

Reading himself to be treated as a higher being, which Percy hated, put a smirk on his face and quickened the pace of his horse to meet his father towards the front of the long pack and shoved Percy Jackson down putting the mask of Perseus Baratheon the blessed back on.

After the introductions at Winterfell were made The King and Ned Stark, Warden of the North, headed down to the crypts to pay respects for an old friend that was lost during the rebellion, or at least that is what his mother had informed him. Percy himself headed towards his quarters where he unpacked his things and started to sharpen his sword. His trusty sword Riptide unfortunately never made the journey to Westeros and Percy was left with another blade which he had decided to call Cyclone. The same length and almost identical look to his older sword, except it was made out of Valerian steel the rarest metals of the seven Kingdom. Back at Kingslanding Percy had also had a Trident made wanting to learn how to handle other weapons. Percy had arranged his things lit his fire place, and finished sharping Cyclone when there was a knock at his door.

"Enter."

The door opened revealing his four demigods friends all swiftly entering his quarters while closing the door behind him.

"How was the ride sister?" Percy asked Thalia with a knowing look. Thalia simply rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated huff in response resulting in Luke to let out a chuckle.

"That bad eh?" Jason asked.

"Do you know what its like being lectured by that women?" Thalia asked annoyed, "Thats not how a lady should act, style your hair like this, I'll buy you the finest dresses when we get back him! You'll need them if you're ever going to find a potential suitor."

"That bad," Percy sighed out, "Mother will be mother I suppose, I'm just glad we are finally here."

"Indeed," Luke agreed, "But since we don't have to do anything until sunrise tomorrow I brought a gift."

"Please let it be wine," Thalia grumbled.

"It is indeed," Jason stated smiling as he and Luke both pulled out bottles a wine, as Percy rose to find glasses. All four of them were clearly still not fully accustomed to their new lives. It took Thalia and Percy years before they called one another brother and sister, and a lot of the times the would stumble and forget to call Luke their Uncle when infront of other family members. Luke for the most part hated his family, as Cersei blamed their mothers death on Luke who had to be cut out of the womb in order for him to be born, resulting in their mothers death. Jamie was never really around much during Lukes childhood which was filled with neglect from his father while the only solace he had found was with his older brother Tyrion who was a dwarf and also an outcast in the family. Jason would joke about how had life the easiest,raised in a beautiful part of Westeros with no one trying to use him as an advantage. However he did admit for the first fourteen years in his life he felt alone and wished to be reunited with them. Percy seemed most adjusted, as being the eldest son to the King meant he had a to learn how to act and behave like a royal, and learn the ways of Politics and how to rule. Which he intended to do, not just sit around and get drunk and have whores sent to his quarters every night like his current father.

"So what shall we toast to this time?" Luke asked as he poured the demigods their drinks.

"To freezing our asses off," Jason offered.

"To not being that much of a lady," Thalia added on. Percy reached out for his cup and stared at the red liquid for a moment frowning at it slightly.

"To Annabeth," Percy mumbled out not really realizing he had spoken. The room fell silent as the others also seemed to look down at their cups remembering their friends and family they would never see again.

"To Annabeth," Luke agreed holding his cup out, "And to our true families." The demigods repeated the toast, clinking their glasses together before chugging their glasses.

"Before we get to drunk, what do we exactly have to do tomorrow?" Jason asked.

"Well for starters we have to socialize with the Stark children, well at least me and Thalia do. Then probably wander around drink, talk, probably end up fighting some cocky kid and then a grand feast where we will continue to drink till our time here is done," Percy informed the son of Zeus.

"So what you're saying is you plan on being drunk all day tomorrow," Thalia asked. Percy smiled as he reached for the wine and poured himself a glass filling it to the very top before replying, "No sister, I have to meet Robb Stark first as he will be Warden when I'm King... After however you will find me and my lovely Prince guards in my chambers drinking our boredom away."

"That means yes," Luke stated refilling his own glass, "And let me tell you Percy that sounds like a wonderful idea." The rest of the night was filled with the four demigods talking about what they thought of the world, joking, and sending servants to fetch them more wine when they ran out. Percy wasn't sure how long they had drank, however the others had left by the time the fire was just smoldering and Percy had decided to go to sleep. As good as a night he had enjoyed Percy's dreams were nothing of the sorts as they were filled with visions of his worst fears.