Jon was furious. No, he wasn't furious. Jon was livid. He had delivered his warning, he had put the facts before him. And yet Ned Stark went on with siding with his wife and getting not only himself injured, but also getting most of his guards killed. Jon stormed to The Tower of The Hand and into his uncle's room, ignoring the shouts from those standing outside the room.

The Queen stopped whatever statement she was about to make at Jon's entrance, her attention now fully fixed on the boy. "Ah, a rule-breaker with no respect for their betters. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree I see."

"Quiet woman" Robert barked before turning to Jon. "Boy, we were having a word with your father in private."

"I apologise for my rudeness, your Graces" Jon bowed his head in apology, making his way to his uncle's bedside. "When I heard that my father was injured I just couldn't stop myself" he put a hand on Ned's shoulder and have it a hard squeeze, which made Ned Stark wince. Then Jon turned to The Queen and lowered his head. "I apologize for what my lord father your grace. He had been out on duty regarding some things Jon Arryn had left unattended to and had been caught off guard at Ser Jaime's cornering of him. He too regrets what his lady wife had done regarding your youngest brother Lord Tyrion. A letter had been dispatched to her to release him immediately."

"Your Grace" Ned wanted to speak but the grip on his shoulder tightened and he fell back slightly.

"My father is still under the influence of the medicine he was given, your Graces. I apologize on his behalf and that of House Stark" Jon dipped his head lower.

"At least one of you has some awareness of your position" Cersei sneered before walking out.

"Listen to your son more Ned. The boy's got a good head on his shoulders. I can see how he came up with the migration idea now" Robert grunted, slamming the pin of The Hand on the table before he too left. Jon moved away from his uncle's side and closed the door before locking it.

"Jon, what do you think you're doing? Coming into MY chambers like that?! I am your lord father and that was shameful on your part" Ned sat up straighter, glaring at his son. Now that the King and Queen were gone, he could speak more freely.

"Do you know what was the first dream I had when we came here?" Jon asked.

"What does that have-"

"I saw Ser Hugh of The Vale get killed by the Mountain" Jon went o ignoring him. "Of course, at the time I had no idea who he was and I chalked it up to me just dreaming stupid things. But then I saw it happen and you know what I felt?" Jon now looked to Ned and the man could see the hurt and anger burning in his eyes. "I felt like I had failed that man. I felt that I had spat on the gift the gods had given me and failed to save him. So you imagine my relief when I had another dream, one about men I had grown up around, known my whole life. The relief that I'd be able to save these people."

"Jon-"

"Jory, Heward, Wyl and all those men who relied on you, who trusted you, all of them are dead!" now the fury was all but burning brightly in the boy's eyes, something that reminded Ned about a certain Northern woman. "I warned you. I told you exactly what would happen. I told you the events, I told you the exact things that would be said to you and how you should react to save your men. And you let them all die! Why? Did you not trust me? Did you not believe that I was telling you the truth?"

"I believed that Robert would do the right thing and stop the madness" Ned muttered, his tone defeated. He had thought that he would tell Robert and the man would have supported him. Because he was in the right and The Lannisters were not.

"A whole load of good that did for you" Jon let out a bitter laugh. "You trusted in a friend with who you had no contact for almost seventeen years and expected him to be the same man you knew all those years ago. The capital changes people. You of all people should have seen it the moment we walked through the gates."

"I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think! You put your faith in a man you practically don't know over your blood. And the result is right before you!"

"Jon" Ned swallowed, looking genuinely lost now, "what should I do? I can't change the past."

"Pray for their souls and pray that we don't fall into further issues because of your foolishness" Jon unlocked the door and swung it open, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut.

"That was quite a speech" Brynden, who was standing beside the door, spoke up. "Nobody but I were here, so it's between us three" he added.

"Thank you. It came from the heart" Jon muttered, making his way away from his uncle's room, Brynden falling into step beside him. "We could have saved them all."

"Some things you can't change" Brynden shrugged.

"That's pure horseshit and you know it" Jon levelled him with an angry look. "Every possible part can be changed. Otherwise, what's the point of us even doing the things we are doing right now? Who's to say that the things that we want to change will change if not everything is changeable."

They entered Jon's room and immediately Jon locked the door behind them. "Lord Stark fucked us up but it's not unsalvageable" Brynden stated calmly. "If anything this serves him a lesson of actually hearing you and not blindly trusting his friend. He'd be more inclined to listen to you."

"Pray he does so. I don't know if he wouldn't be proud enough to get himself thrown into the black cells because he wanted to warn Robert and take Joffrey under his wings, instead of leaving his post for The North" Jon ground out. He took a calming breath and steadied himself. "We'll cross that bridge when the time comes. Updates on the thing I told you to look out for."

"The migration is going on as planned" Brynden stated, "most of Robert's bastards are going along with it without much need of a push, having nothing that holds them down here. I still fail to see why they matter."

"Because they are innocents that would die for no reason whatsoever if left here" Jon explained.

"Understandable" Brynden mumbled, even if he didn't fully understand. "Continuing, I was able to buy Mhaegen from the brothel with little effort. The event outside the establishment had encouraged Baelish's representative to sell her off without a fuss for a measly seventy dragons. She's joined the migration and is on her way North as well."

"And Gendry?" Jon asked.

"He's proven to be more difficult than I had hoped him to be" Brynden frowned. "He's inherited his father's bullheaded nature and is adamant in wanting to stay here no matter how much gold I offer him."

"I knew it wouldn't be as smooth as I hoped" Jon sighed. "Talk to Tobho Mott instead. That man would be able to convince him. Keep on pestering until the day we leave."

"It will be done" Brynden nodded. "Your other target has come to the capital. When do you want to see him?"

"Soon" Jon breathed out.

"What do you think will happen now?" Brynden asked after a moment of pause.

"As things had gone in the memories" Jon shrugged. "Jaime Lannister is running off to the Westerlands. Tywin Lannister will send his men to ravage the Riverlands. My uncle will send for Ser Gregor's head and for Lord Tywin to answer for his bannerman. The King will die and Joffrey will take the throne."

"And your uncle will die" Brynden added.

"Not while I draw breath" Jon argued.