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Chapter 3: The Knight, Stone, and White Wolf

Arthur

He bit back a growl and glared daggers at the personal Maester of his father's household guard, the lashes are still a bit fresh despite it being two weeks since the incident. It's not all as the memory of the Queen and Crown Prince's smug expression made everything very clear to him, they are both evil and tyrannical at best and he would rather be less inclined to be a part of the boys Kingsguard or even the current monarch.

He saw his father glance at him and leave, but it was too late. His father blames himself, and that has made the whole castle quite quiet. Deeper inside there is one person to add to the blame, though he is still conflicted over it. Sansa had the chance to choose who she was with, family or the Prince and she chose neither but chose the Crown Prince. It is getting harder to look her in the eyes and accept any apologies, he just can't.

Arya is also hard to look at, he loves his little sister and took on the punishment that might have been much worse. It was a reason he chose the lowest room in the Tower, to distance himself from acting out of hand against his own family.

He looked around the room and felt very out of place here in court. They arrived at the city not three days ago and he was put within the Tower of the Hand with his sisters, it smells of shit and piss and sex; nothing like the people of the south talk about. Population, as his father stated, was 'staggering count', others say maybe a half a million people. So many souls living in one crowded city, the largest city in another life and now unbearable.

"Arthur." He turned to the door once more and saw Lord Poole, his father's House Steward. "Ser Jaime Lannister has requested your presence." It was a strange thing, why would Jaime need to see him.

Poole said he was in the training yard, close to the gardens he marched on to see what he would want. His back itched slightly, but he fought the urge to seem strong in front of the knight. The Son of Eddard saw the Kingslayer sharpening his blade on a bench with a whetstone. Upon noticing him the knight got up and approached him.

"How's the back?" For once it wasn't a snide remark but a genuine question, he pursed his lips and answered the knight.

"It's finer than it was two weeks ago, thank you for asking." His response brought a smile to the man's face. Ser Jaime walked back over to the bench and beckoned him to follow, "Beg my pardon, Ser. But why was I asked to meet you?" He asked and Jaime chuckled and reached for another sword to hand it to him, he confusingly took it.

"The King has forbidden you from ascending to the Kingsguard, I want to help you obtain the title." After hearing what was said, it left him quite shocked, to say the least.

He couldn't believe that he would want to help him in this matter, couldn't bring himself to trust that the knight is doing this out of the goodness of his heart for the up and coming knight to be. He didn't know what to say about it for the longest time until he kicked himself and forced a response and question from his lips, gripping the sheathed sword tightly as he spoke.

"I am flattered, Ser. Alas, I don't think it is what I want anymore, though I appreciate your aid." Never had a Stark been so kind to a Lannister, well a bastard Stark to be truthful. Jaime looked a little disappointed at his confession and poured himself some water, turning back to him staring in silence until the man spoke once more.

"I remember your uncle, Ser Arthur. He was the greatest swordsmen of his time, a good friend to me and the other former Kingsguard, and Ser Barristan. I could see from the night you took the consequences of your sister in stride, you were very brave and proud to withstand what my good-brother commanded. I wish there was another way." The man's words were kind and he appreciated them greatly, especially upon comparing him to his deceased uncle, the Sword of the Morning. He looked at the sword and had a thought to himself.

Maybe this is a sign, at first glance, he doesn't want it, has no need for it. And when remembering his uncle, or what his life was. Arthur served Mad King Aerys, served the Last Dragon, and fought many battles and is without a doubt one of the greatest knights in the Seven Kingdoms. He won't become a Kingsguard, but he will become something that will give his bloodline some pride, with that he smiled and looked up to the Kingslay- No, Ser Jaime, and nodded to the knights offer, with one condition.

"I don't want the Kingsguard... I want to earn Knighthood, under your tutelage."

[Few Days Later]

He would begin rising early every day to tend to his duties as Ser Jaime's protégé, whet his sword, polish his armor, and tend to his horse. When around midday he would meet I'm in the training yard to polish and keep his sword hand steady and ready, using it every day and so on. It is frustrating and hard but one doesn't become a knight in a stroke of luck, it is worked upon day and night and at first, he retorted in saying that the Knight had been knighted young, only after two years of being a quire is what Jaime responded.

Not all were happy about his decision to learn under the lion, his father included. Lord Stark was unhappy about his becoming a companion and student to Jaime, he childishly said that he could choose his life the way he liked, that he was a bastard and he had to rise somehow. It hurt his father and he felt ashamed for it, but he wasn't lying for the south is no place for bastards, only lords and ladies, and knights, he can't be a lord but he can be a knight with enough work.

Arya in her candor told him she was jealous, he remarked that when he becomes a knight that he will take her as his first student. She excitedly said yes before going to her 'dancing lessons', what a queer notion as he thought she disliked any and all things ladylike. Accepting the matter he went to his duty for the next few days before one fateful meeting caused him to pause, all while walking down to the stables to care for Jaime's horse when he bumped into a young woman.

She was very pretty, dark hair going to her back and had piercing blue eyes with a fair complexion, her eyes though are his favorite feature just on first impressions alone. He held an apologetic face and lifted her up by extending his hand to her, instead her handmaiden helped her back to her feet. He looked at how she was dressed, thin gold and black vest and golden skirt, but her feet shows a pair of boots a water dancer would wear.

"Sorry about that, my lady. It was not my intention." She stopped him with a gesture of the hand and smiled.

"It is no great tragedy, just a bit of dust. Are you one of the new guards? Or maybe a squire?" She was right with one of the questions and it's surprising how calm she is around him, almost bored. He scoffed and cracked a smile himself.

"I am Ser Jaime Lannister's student and son of the King's Hand." He greeted and she looked both surprised and impressed by how proud he was about it, and he is. "Arthur, Arthur of Winterfell." He introduced himself to the lady who did the same back to him.

"Well, I am Mya of King's Landing."

The two parted ways soon after meeting each other and he knew then that he would meet her a lot during his stay at court, something else had also caught his notice that she resembled his grace or the paintings of when he was young and fit. His jaw went wide soon after that though, he didn't just meet any young woman, that was the King's baseborn daughter, a highborn bastard just like him.

Mya

"Her grace won't be happy that you are speaking to the Hands son, after what happened- "

She turned and slapped the girl turned spy for the Queen, causing her to yelp in pain as she glared at her with cold blue eyes. Her lips pursed in disgust at how this wench would threaten her with telling the Queen anything, it won't affect what she will do, and if so then she will approach her father on the subject.

"Then go. It does not change what I will do, I am the King's daughter and you will not threaten me." She stormed off after that, leaving the girl to huff in response to her threat.

Arthur Snow, firstborn bastard of Eddard Stark, a student of Ser Jaime Lannister and up and coming knight protégé. He didn't do too much to impress her, she just wanted to make an acquaintance to the former candidate of the Kingsguard, and to be honest with herself the young man is much better off not joining the white-cloaked order of knights.

The conversation of how he was brought to court was comparable to her own. As a babe of two, her father brought her to court as the Lady Mya of the Vale, a member of the royal blood though she was forced by the Queen to sign a document to have no interests in the throne. She then threw herself into the Baratheon trait, weapons, and riding and spent many years honing this craft.

It also brought the perspective of seeing the falseness in people's hearts, her half-sibling and future King to be an example. That falseness will hopefully end with the new House coming to the capital, House Starks appearance is a godsend to her and hopefully, her father will come back from what he used to be. She wants the strong and black-bearded warrior that brought low the dynasty of dragons, and seeing how strong Arthur looked made that even more so.

That, and he wasn't that bad of a looker.

Jon

The second bastard of Eddard walked the grounds of Castle Black and headed inside of the elevator, going up to the very top of the Wall. It was still the great wonder he had dreamed of since he was a child, growing up with everyone else. 700 feet tall, 300 miles wide, and thick as any wall within the Seven Kingdoms or even the entirety of the world.

He pulled the furs closer to him to keep himself warm as he made it to the top, opening the gates he walked left to where his uncle Ben was waiting for him. Before he was going to the mess hall when a ranger came and told him that his uncle wanted to see him, he didn't wait any longer and went to find him. Benjen separated and beckoned him to follow.

"I wanted to see you see it for the first time, I will be leaving this morning." He couldn't believe that, well he can as his uncle is the First Ranger and at times he should be out and in the wild, but not alone.

"I'll go with you- "

"No." It was a wound to his pride that he wouldn't be allowed to come along, he's better than anyone else for the task to have his back. "You are no watchmen or ranger. Not yet anyway and you must remain." He gritted his teeth and tried to bite down his anger but he couldn't, it came out and came out hard.

"No, I am better than most men here- "

"Better than no one! You and Arthur are good fighters but there are things you need to learn, such as here a man earns what he earns because he earned it. We will speak when I return." He didn't bother saying goodbye, too angry that he couldn't be of any use to the Night's Watch, he is better swordsmen than any sodding recruit brought here.

It was in moments such as this that he really wished his brother had come along and joined the order, he will officially be alone now that Benjen is leaving on a ranging. Arthur would have fit in much more than he is currently doing here, the recruits and mentors would have no doubt taken a liking to him more so than himself. He stayed there and cooled off from his anger and watched his uncle and several others ride off.

The mind went to further anger as he remembered the letter his brother sent a week ago, telling him of the lashings he received for defending their sister. He felt like running his sword through the man who did it and the Prince and Queen too, he was reminded of what Nan would often say 'wolves don't belong in the south' and it proved itself true. He does, however, he wished his brother well and hopes he gets better.

He closed his eyes and left for the great hall, to eat with his 'brothers' as the dwarf called them. Afterward he and his greatest friend, Ghost went back to his quarters and rest for the night. The next morning came more training and more so, a new recruit.

Samwell Tarly of Horn Hill came from the Kingdom of the Reach, an heir to his House as some remarked was a bigger boned and uncomely man around his age. His skills in arms are shoddy and shite, but for some reason, he sympathizes with the man and especially so after Alliser began targeting him and his weight. He had even laid Grenn, Pyp, and the other to the ground, he chided Samwell that he needs to get better and the big man thanked him.

The Night's Watch isn't how he had pictured it, but he made his bed and now he has to lay in it.

This ends the third chapter. I have long announced the endgame ship is Arthur/Dany, Mya Stone (bastard and eldest daughter of Robert) will be the starting ship. Jon may end up with Ygritte and stay that way as he is just as main as Arthur, Robb will inevitably end up with Jeyne/Talisa.

Explanation, in canon Robert wanted to bring Mya to court, and Cersei had subtly threatened her life so he didn't. In this I gave Robert a bit of backbone and allowed her to remain.

Jaime showing Arthur kindness comes from his friendship with Arthurs's uncle, he saw the lashing and was reminded of the torturous methods of Aerys. He isn't joining the Kingsguard but Knighthood is definitely in the cards right now.

Now to the reviews.

10868letsgo, It shall but like all wounds, it will haunt him. No offense taken as Sansa was much too in love with the fantasies of the south. Sansa and Arthur's relationship will be very strained going forward. Yes! No wolves have died... Yet (evil smirk)

Vulcran Blackfyre, He will get Dawn but it will be quite a bit till he does, a big surprise on that matter as well.

jgs237, I, haven't decided whether he will be legitimized, he might. He will get Dawn. Right nows Mya, relationships can and will shift but endgame is Dany.

chase manaena, here you go, enjoy!

JimmyHall24, Right! Run till those legs break, haha.

Cool, Yea definitely won't be ok with these two for a long while. He is currently student to Jaime but later on he might go on his own, as for his Dornish Home... Too much spoiler to his arc for that so I can't say much.

Guest, Later on he will go on some adventures. Things will be fairly canon so I will try to get through it fast enough.

Wolfking0811, It was just Jaime being Jaime, in this chapter it shows a bit of a bond growing from the friendship Jaime had with Arthur (senior).

RedHood001, It was just a muse of the mind, they wont speak but she is sympathetic to his plight. War and Blood is up next. As for the request I have put it down, there really isn't any Aegon fics and I will try.

Metal Flash, Sorry but it was to open the path to knighthood. A Knights Arc I dubbed it.

92, Eddard and Robert were raised like brothers, though I understand the frustration as so much could have been avoided.

This officially brings an end to the chapter the next one might follow after War and Blood.