So here we are to another chapter
another freakishly hard to write chapter
Good god you guys, lol this is driving me nuts with having to put filler
Oh well, my friends.

So, I'll be ending season 1/A Game of Thrones at chapter twenty
And I'll move on to season 2/A Clash of Kings afterwards
which will probably be twice as long as the season 1/A Game of Thrones arc
(You know, battles and such)
I'm also going to be changing a lot about the War of the Five Kings in every which way
In my opinion, I was a bit let down with how certain characters were built up
only for the hurtful truth to be dropped
So I'll be basing a lot of the battles off of my own perspective of how they should be
(I play a lot of games with Game of Thrones mods, so I have a pretty good idea of what to do)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, because these next few chapters
will bring us closer and closer to the twist that I've been yearning to write for ages.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Game of Thrones, but if I did, I'd be a genius amongst men

Chapter 15: A Lion Waits

Ned walked from the Small Council room with a glare marring his face. Entering the Throne Room and glancing at the Iron Throne, Ned for a moment saw himself sitting on. But his small image was interrupted by the incessant screams and roars from the irate king who decided to join a Small Council meeting. Strange, since Ned was expecting the man to be there when news of Daenerys Targaryen having a child was made knowledge amongst the lords. The Stark frowned at the turn of events. Against his wishes, the Small Council acted and had an assassin head over to Vaes Dothrak; the only city of the Dothraki people. Ned was filled with so much anger.

It was dishonorable, the things these men plotted to do. It was a good thing that they failed in their attempts. Ned saw no reason to try and kill a woman with child, Targaryen or not. What he hated the most, Robert constantly bringing up the pain of the past. Ned knew better than Robert what happened with Rhaegar and Lyanna. Ned knew better than any of them. Yet, Ned didn't let it bog him down and blind him from the truth. Daenerys was but a child and not only that but since when could a Khalasar cross water on horses. Ned knew that it was impossible. The Dothraki sea was far from water bordered by the Red Waste and the Free Cities. Neither of which were welcoming to Dothraki hordes riding along with the hopes of conquest.

Ned shook his head in disgust. Friend or not, Robert was a fool. The Stark trudged off, a glare marring his face. It had been almost two months since their stay in Winterfell and already, things were beginning to fall apart; at least for Ned and Robert. Simple disagreements that grew into something that wouldn't be healed for a long time it seemed. All Ned could do was hope that it wasn't so. Ned hurried, clacking his boots against the polished granite tiles of the Throne Room wanting to get to the tower as soon as possible. He ran a hand through his sweaty locks of long black hair; grey eyes watching his corners. Ned needed to get out soon.

Ned was silent, watching his back. Jory was outside of the Tower of the Hand with the rest of his guardsmen. Ned was disappointed in his planning but decided it best to continue on his way. For some strange reason, the Stark felt that he was being watched. Every step he took, he felt as if someone's eyes were following him, almost tracing his silhouette. Ned froze and turned his head staring endlessly into the empty hall. No one was there. Ned took a deep breath and headed on, walking with a stiff glare on his face. The Stark was feeling behind on this Game that Cersei and practically everyone else on the Small Council spoke about.

Ned arrived at his door and stopped to think. Dishonor, backstabbing and cruelty what the Game of Thrones was all about. Swindle your contenders to get the upper hand. Trick others to do your bidding. Nothing this game had was with honor. Ned pressed his knuckles on the door before pulling to enter. This game was not made for him. Ned took a deep breath, releasing a sigh shortly after. He needed to get out of the city soon. Not only that, he did insult the King to his bloody face and even quit as Hand. Neither was going to bode well for the man. Ned entered his room and immediately began to pack his belongings.

Ned looked out of his window finding the sun already at midday. He looked around, placing things into a large chest, tossing objects left and right. Ned was stressed and this entire day wasn't helping him in the slightest. He wasn't even able to take a look through the blasted book that Lord Baelish gave him. Ned sighed and continued what he was doing. Leaving King's Landing on the morrow was of the highest importance. He needed to be out of the Crownlands soon. Ned stopped and looked out the window. Neither Sansa nor Bran was going to enjoy this turn of events. But this had to happen. Suddenly the door opened to reveal Jory, sweat pouring down his brow.

"I'll go ahead with my daughters." Ned replied, moving quickly hiding his things away into his chest. "Go, get them ready right now. Do it right now and don't ask for anyone's help."

"That'll have to wait, my Lord." Jory replied. "Lord Baelish is here for you."

"The King went in great length after you took your leave." Petyr replied. "The word Treason was mentioned. I came as soon as I could."

"What can I do for you?" Ned asked.

"When do you return to Winterfell?" Petyr walked around.

"Why do you care?" Ned asked, his brows narrowing.

"If you're still here come nightfall, I'll show you the last person Lord Arryn met before his death." Petyr said with a small frown. "It won't take longer than an hour, my Lord."

Ned turned on his heels and walked back to his side-table, lifting his sword and his leather coat of plates. Ned slid the garment over his body, wrapping the belt and his sword to his waist. The Stark gave Jory a stern look.

"Who are your two best swords?"

"Darron and Will." Jory replied with a nod.

"Good, gather them and meet me at the stables." Ned replied, tightening his belt. "Post the rest of the men in front of the children's room."

Jory nodded once again and let the Stark pass. Ned shook his head and wiped the sweat building on his brow once again. The Stark was feeling exhausted, wiped and rather put out. He followed after Lord Baelish, his eyes never once leaving the man's fleeting form. Ned was a bit nervous of him. Lord Baelish may have promised Cat that he'd watch over him, but he wasn't entirely sure if he could trust him. After the revelation to him about his coming death, Ned knew he couldn't trust the lords on the Small Council. Lord Baelish of course, was putting up a good show acting trustworthy; he might just make it work.

Let's just get this over with.

Joffrey walked along with a frozen expression on his face. He was out in the city looking around at the different people, looking for someone specifically. Joffrey travelled with the Hound in tow. The boy wanted to travel with a small group, seems that the smallest was using the Hound. There were a lot of people, good thing almost none of them looked at him or his way. Joff needed to find this person; this gutter rat, he assumed. Joffrey wore the most smallfolk-like clothing he could find in his wardrobe. With a dagger hidden in his sleeve, he knew he was protected on his own well enough. The Hound looked no different than Joffrey, but it was the scars that turned people's eyes away. It was a big city and Joffrey was sure that his face was common knowledge thanks to the man's rather infamous reputation.

Joffrey followed along looking for the man. Hardyn Tanner, son of a local Tanner in Flea Bottom, but also the man to go to for the rest of Cersei's spies; a middle-man for most of the information that flows along. Joffrey didn't know what to expect of the man. Maybe he was just some fat man or maybe even just some useless gutter rat as he believed before. Who's to know really? The prince read that he was a tanner, holding the paper in his hand. The parchment was a list of names and occupations. The boy stopped and turned to a small building; door nonexistent.

This is it? Joffrey frowned. What kind of sad little joke is this?

The Prince shook his head and went along entering the building. The prince looked around, finding large cow skins hanging from the walls, tanning. There were a few hanging from the ceiling as well; his green eyes watching the room around him. Suddenly, a man dressed in simple garb arrived, sweat pouring down his brow. He looked at the prince with wide eyes but immediately shot forward and whisked him along. Sandor and Joffrey nearly drew their weapons on the man, but he said in a hushed tone come with me.

The two were confused but went along with the man. Joffrey and Sandor followed the man into the back of the store, going deep to the cellar beneath the tannery. The prince nearly slipped and tumbled down the stairs. Soon enough, the three of them arrived to be met with nearly thirteen men sitting around a table with tankards of wine and plates of food on the table. Joffrey looked to the man with a strange look. Soon enough, the boy was led to a personal seat at the table and handed a plate filled with chicken, grapes and slices of bread.

"Prince Joffrey." The men said softly.

"Where am I?" Joffrey asked.

"This place is where we meet and consolidate our information before coming to the Queen." The man said. "Her Grace's spies have arrived; at least those who already aren't deep within other factions."

"Now, why are you telling all of this to me so eagerly?" Joffrey asked taking a bite from his plate.

"There was a reason why I came to her room with a parchment." A man at the end of the table said. "I am Hardyn Tanner."

"So you…you're…you're the man that came by…" Joffrey narrowed his eyes, barring his teeth. He'd pieced it together. "Why?"

"Your mother, her Grace, hasn't come to us in almost a month." Hardyn said. "So we decided to come to her, but she sent us away. She decided that she didn't want us anymore; why, the gods could only know."

"My Mother's grown soft." Joffrey frowned taking a drink of Arbor Gold. "She's fallen in love with my father. It's despicable. She finds the Starks to be friends and the Northmen to be possible allies." Joffrey took a deep breath and continued his meal. "Her change of demeanor is…unsettling, to put it lightly. As you yourself have said; why she'd give up her network of spies like this is beyond any of us."

"My Prince." A woman said suddenly. "I am Kathryn Waters, bastard of some Crownlands lord; never really knew. I, along with everyone else here would like to ask you to take us in."

"Take you in?" Joffrey asked with wide eyes. Goad them in. I want them to say it.

"My esteemed friend, Kathryn is right." Hardyn replied. "We have skills to spy, not be some city folk struggling to make ends meet. It is all most of us know to do; especially Kathryn."

"What do you mean?" Joffrey asked, taking a bite of his chicken.

"I might want to tell you the story some time, my prince." Kathryn replied, running a hand through her soft brown hair. "All I feel like telling is that I have a sister. But back to the problem at hand; there is no way that we can simply lay down and succumb to city-life. We need to spy, we need to get information."

"The only difference is that we'll do it for you."

A little over an hour later…

Mayra walked from the kitchens, her hands wiping along the apron she wore. She popped her neck and ran the back of her hand against her sweat covered forehead. Her brown eyes watched the castle around her with a dull look on her face. The days were growing with a grey with a deep feeling within her gut. She frowned and her eyes looked down dejectedly. For some reason, she just couldn't get the foreboding feeling to leave. She shivered thinking of the possible consequences. She walked along, her shoes echoing against the granite tiles. She was tired and felt that she needed to take a rest. A small smile came to her lips though since Naruto came by to talk with her.

Her heart raced thinking back on the boy. It wasn't just any conversation between the two of them. He actually talked to her, asked her questions about her day so far. He showed that he cared. Mayra shook her head pressing her palms against her burning cheeks. She shook her head vehemently in a futile attempt to make the blush go away. Her breath hitched thinking of the blond prince. She missed him and she wanted to kiss him again, to feel him within her. She bit her lip to try and stop herself before going too far. The girl sighed lowering her hands to the apron releasing a shaky sigh. Her cheeks were hot and burning red. Her lips tugged into a smile.

Mayra, despite being a baseborn with little to nothing to her name, she kept care of herself to the best of her abilities. She bathed every day and she ate healthily, or as healthily as she could. So for the prince to take notice of her in more than just a passing glance, she knew that she was doing something right. She yawned softly and placed her hand against her mouth to keep her face hidden from the lecherous glances of the Gold Cloaks walking about the city. She walked along, trying to get out before they could get a good look at her passing by. She sighed in relief when she turned the corner free from their glances. She rested her head against the wall and removed her apron leaving her brown work dress.

She headed along the castle halls until she arrived at the Grand Foyer and laid eyes on the countless smallfolk talking amongst each other, wondering and worrying about their villages and farms. There were knights standing around with their squires carrying their sigils and banners. Some took notice of her and immediate raised their visors to get a better view. She shook her head and walked off as fast as she can to the workers house within the castle. It was annoying to see their eyes follow her fleeting form so longingly and so hungry. She glared at the various people heading past her. She was a good looking gal; at least Naruto would always say she was good looking; always good looking, never more. She lifted her skirt and headed off down the steps of the Red Keep and turned on her heel to the workers house.

The courtyard was beautiful and filled with wonder and gorgeous works of art. The shrubs and bushes were trimmed and cut to form the stags of House Baratheon. There were various others that took the form of wolves and lions. Statues also lined the gardens bearing semblance to the Targaryen kings of before. She walked ahead; knowing she couldn't even name five of those kings, save for the ruined statue of the Mad King Aerys II. She frowned at the thought. She could only hope that never will a king like him come along. She lowered her skirt and walked with her fingers clasped together with a timid look on her face as she passed another patrol of Gold Cloaks.

Never mind that, she opened the door to the workers house and took off to her room. Workers gave her nods and some of the kitchen wenches gave her glares and looks of envy. She didn't care. She wanted to sleep and get the images of Naruto from her mind. The Prince did have a funny way of getting people to like him she surmised. She took a deep breath and rested her palm against her door handle expecting nothing but a nice cold bed for her to warm. She pushed the door open and released her hair from the restricting pony-tail. The brown locks flittered down into wavy curls to her mid-back. She shut her eyes and collapsed into her bed.

"Wow." A voice suddenly said.

Mayra shot from her bed and pressed her back against the wall it was resting against. Her brown eyes were wide with surprise. How did she not see this person? The girl ran a hand through her hair and rustled her dress, patting her hands against every inch of her clothing. Her heart was racing and she didn't even take a look at her intruder. There was a woman standing against the wall with a blank look on her face. She had a head of light brown hair bordering on orange. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts, puffing them slightly. This girl had brown eyes like she did but they had a distinct glimmer in them that gave her an aura of superiority.

"What are you doing here?!" Mayra asked with wide eyes.

"Is that how you greet your little sister?" The girl replied.

"I thought I made it abundantly clear that I never wanted to see you again." Mayra replied, drawing a knife from underneath her pillow.

"Oh, but Mayra…you and I were the perfect team! Don't you remember?" The girl asked once again. "We would-"

"Silence!" Mayra shot forward, lunging her knife forward at the woman.

The woman ducked, punching Mayra in her chest, knocking her back. The woman though didn't let it stop her and elbowed the intruder, forcing the girl to take a step back. Mayra wasn't going to let up and shot her arm down, nearly digging the knife into the girl's shoulder. What Mayra didn't expect though, was for her to get sent to the floor with a painful kick to her legs. The intruder took Mayra's knife and held it to her throat. The woman drew close, bringing her face to perfect view beneath her veil. She smiled maliciously revealing teeth as clean as Mayra's.

"You know, big sister, you've gotten soft." The girl said. "Sleeping with the prince sure made you lose your touch."

"Get off of me, Kathryn." Mayra shouted, pushing the girl away and taking her knife back. "You're here for a reason; what do you want?"

"I need you to go back to your original job." Kathryn replied with a small smile. "Spy on Prince Naruto."

"Why would I spy on him if his Mother hasn't even come to me in almost a month?" Mayra asked with a glare. "I haven't even given her information on anything for these past few months to begin with."

"Oh, sister." Kathryn laughed. "It's not for the Queen."

"Then who?" Mayra asked with wide eyes.

"Prince Joffrey, the future king." Kathryn replied.

"But, Naruto told me…" Mayra was suddenly shut quiet with Kathryn's fingers.

"Not for long he won't be." Kathryn said with a cryptic tone. "You're my sister and I trust that you'll do your best to seem as inconspicuous as ever. To believe that you're a kitchen wench now is surprising to say the least."

"To see that you're still spying on people and ruining people's lives is just as surprising." Mayra retorted. "After my last order…"

"You're not an assassin, Mayra." Kathryn replied. "I know it was hard, seeing as he was the man that brought you to the keep, but you had to do it. You were the best at what you did Mayra and now, you let yourself dawdle with a Prince and even fell in love-"

"You will shut up if you know what's good for you, Kathryn." Mayra said with a dark tone. "Don't mock me."

"Oh, I'm not, Mayra." Kathryn said with her same playful tone. "I'm just trying to save your life in the long run. Do your job and when Joffrey is king, you'll never have to wash another stupid plate again."

"How can I trust you?" Mayra sighed. "After everything that's happened…"

"I'm your sister." Kathryn smiled. "That has to count for something."

Naruto yawned and walked from Sansa's room. The boy couldn't stop smiling. Sansa was one hell of a kisser it seemed. The prince headed off through the halls hoping to crash into his bed. After spending nearly the entire day in the presence of Sansa and her siblings, the boy sure let time fly by. The light of the sun was fleeting and it wouldn't be long before the moon rose to claim the night. The prince was looking forward to speaking with Lord Stark over something important and better yet, his own father about certain inheritance and the line of succession. It was important for the boy to know all the details. His father was originally planning to announce the change of heir on Naruto and Sansa's wedding next year, but Naruto felt that it would be better if it were to happen on his fifteenth nameday coming along within the next month.

The prince walked along, his chest heaving softly as the air suddenly became stale. The boy stopped and turned his head towards the source of the smell. It was almost as if the air reeked of blood. Naruto rushed down the hall to see two Kingsguard knights, Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Meryn Trant, strange since his uncle Ser Jaime was always there to be guarding his father. Naruto walked up to the two men and they gave him quick nods before reaching over to open the doors behind them. Naruto smiled, entering the room only to find Lord Stark leaning against a bed covered in sweat and his mother and father looking at the Stark with undeterred worry in their eyes.

"P-Prince Naruto." Ned said suddenly.

"Naruto, my love." Cersei said walking up to him. "Come my child, we have to let the two speak alone."

"B-But mother...what's going on?" Naruto asked with worried eyes. "Who attacked Lord Stark?"

"I'll speak to you in your solar." Cersei replied. "Now go, I'll be behind you."

Naruto gave her a weary look but nodded his head anyway. The boy sighed, trudging his feet against the stone floor. He wasn't expecting any of this to happen. Naruto shook his head; who in their right minds would attack the Hand of the King? He shivered at the implications. Maybe Lord Varys was right about someone trying to kill Lord Stark. Naruto had a conversation with Varys a few times and not once did the prince peg him for the murderous, assassinating type of man. Sure Lord Varys had secrets of his own, but he would never be the type to kill someone, let alone the Hand of the King. He was thinking too hard on a subject that may or may not concern him.

Naruto moved with the utmost grace trying his best to not get ahead of himself. He didn't know if Sansa knew or not, but he was hoping that she wouldn't react too badly to it. After all, he did just leave her room barely half an hour prior. Being in the Tower of the Hand, the boy was glad that Lord Stark didn't decide to stay in the guest solar where the rest of his family was. Naruto strode along, minding his own business and arrived at his large oaken door and pushed his way along, entering with a sigh escaping his lips. His feet dragged along and the boy collapsed his body against the bed frame. His eyes tracing back and forth through the room. Thankfully a jug of Arbor Gold was waiting for him.

Naruto smiled and rushed ahead, pouring the drink into a stray tankard. The boy always did find tankards a better choice of cup than the standard chalice used by nobility. Especially with the amount of wine the oxen-horn tankards can hold, Naruto was in love. Once the tankard was near overflowing, he brought the drink to his lips, relishing the flavor and the sweetness. After downing the entire tankard, the boy was ready to refill for a second drink. Again and again the boy went after finishing his fifth full tankard, Naruto tossed the tankard away, finding that he was out of wine and for some reason, exceptionally hungry. He looked down to find bread and goat cheese waiting for him on a plate.

He smiled brightly bringing the plate to his hands, taking small bites. He stared bored with his surroundings as he ate. He was beginning to wonder when his mother was going to appear. After all, she did say something about wanting to speak to him after they had talked with Lord Stark. As if his wish was confirmed, the door opened to reveal his mother a distraught look on her face. She pulled a seat up to her son and held his hands in hers, tears shimmering in her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked to Naruto, green eyes locking with his sapphire blues. She seemed to be struggling with the words to say.

"Your uncle has attacked Lord Stark." Cersei said after a long pause. "Not only that, but your other uncle, the fool, was captured by the Arryn's. For some strange, stupid reason he decided to travel to the Vale on his way home from the Wall."

"Why would the Valemen capture uncle Tyrion and why, by all that is holy, would uncle Jaime attack Lord Stark?!" Naruto asked unconvinced.

"Lady Arryn is Lady Stark's sister." Cersei replied. "Uncle Jaime has always had a strange love for your uncle Tyrion…I don't know where your Uncle has gone, but he made a final demand that I convince your father to convince Lord Stark to release Tyrion from Lady Arryn's imprisonment. It's all a ridiculous joke to me. I don't know if it's to be believed since she hasn't even sent ravens."

"I don't know mother." Naruto replied. "Something about all of this seems…wrong. So sudden."

"I don't know either, my love." Cersei hugged her son. "I know how much you look up to your Uncle Jaime, and I'm sorry you couldn't see him off."

Hanging from the side of Naruto's window, there sat a woman. Her brown hair tied together in a tight bun, keeping her hair from escaping. Her eyes watched the city in front of her as the sun disappeared into the coast. She turned over, spinning her feet against the balcony and holding on to the green vines grown along the wall. She grasped the vines with all of her might once she heard the door closing and footsteps coming close to the balcony. The woman held her breath and dropped down to clasp her fingers against the edge of the balcony, away from sight. She looked down to see that the fall will undoubtedly kill her, should she let go. Shutting her brown eyes, the woman crossed her legs together folding the breeches between her cunt.

Naruto was talking to himself as he leaned against the balcony railing. The girl of course couldn't tell a single thing what he was saying. Half of it was just mumbling, but she heard Sansa and her own name being spoken. From what she could see between the posts holding the railing, Naruto was walking towards her position. Her body froze, but the girl needed to escape soon. She waited too long. Swinging softly, she looked at her different options. There was a pool just a few jumps away but the more reckless and more dangerous choice was to get onto one of the support beams that held the balcony up. Naruto was suddenly speaking louder, feeling more comfortable with the silence.

The girl cursed herself. She needed to move whenever he moved. Thankfully, she was smart and decided to keep her hair tied into a bun. Her hands were wrapped in a pair of deep black gloves that could easily camouflage with the night, so her hands being seen were out of the question. She kept her grip as Naruto continued to talk. There was a shuffle and the girl took it as her cue, shooting her legs forward, wrapping her feet around the balcony post. With a near impossible flexibility, she spun around and wrapped her hands on the post, right-side-up, with a beaming smile on her face and a racing heart. Naruto was speaking to himself still, filling her with more information. This night couldn't get any easier.

In the dead of night, there was a lone woman walking down the abandoned streets of Flea Bottom. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to come in the middle of the night, she surmised. At this time, rapers, pickpockets and worst of all, murderers were on their way looking for prey. A woman alone was the perfect definition of prey. She had a head of beautiful brown hair hidden beneath a black shawl along with a pair of black breeches and black tunic. Everything about this woman was covered in black. She looked like a wraith ready to take your soul. She was calm and silent, moving with the utmost grace and beauty, scaring a few of the street urchins laying in the various alleyways.

her brown eyes watched the people around her. It's been easily three hours since she snuck up to the prince's room and spied every single word. She smirked feeling that she was finally getting the hang of it once again. She moved along, keeping her shawl closed to hide her chest that seemed to be pushing her tunic open. The girl glared when she remembered that she had to wear breeches that belonged to some fat baker to hide her large ass. No worries though; she was ready should any raper find her to be a target. She froze and smiled once she reached her destination. Taking a few looks left and right, the girl entered the building that seemed to be missing a door.

"Who are you?" A man asked, irritated. "We're closed can't you see."

"It's me, Mayra." The woman said with a stern voice. "I've come with information."

"Gods Mayra." The man said with a hushed growl. "I'm glad to see you, but couldn't have been a bit more subtle?! Gold Cloaks are patrolling harder tonight for some reason. Someone attacked the Hand of the King and they believe he's hiding out in Flea Bottom. Come on."

The two of them arrived in cellar to find at least thirty different people, men and women of all cultures standing about, talking with one another, with other sitting at a table with scrolls, books and parchments, writing things down. Mayra took a deep breath nearly having forgotten what it was like to be in a place such as this. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around her shoulder and a immediately, the bastard knew who it was. Mayra rolled her eyes and pushed the girl away and headed over to the table a glare marring her face. Kathryn took a seat next to her sister with a bright smile on her face.

"I didn't think you'd be able to make it." Kathryn said with a laugh. "To climb so high and so fast…I thought you were going to fall and bust your brains."

"Fuck off, Kathryn." Mayra sighed. "So, Ser Jaime Lannister attacked Lord Stark under the belief that Lady Arryn of the Vale had imprisoned Lord Tyrion." Mayra looked around at the people present at the table. Hardyn was surprised, but for some reason, everyone else wasn't. Kathryn crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into her chair, a thinking expression wrought across her face.

"You mean to tell me that all of you already knew?" Mayra asked with an estranged look. "Are you telling me that I almost fell and died tonight to learn something that all of you already knew?!"

"Calm down, Mayra." Someone said from across the table. "We knew about this, but we weren't too entirely sure. Lady Arryn actually did not imprison Lord Tyrion and we most certainly didn't expect Ser Jaime to react in the way he did."

"What what…?" Mayra asked a dark look on her face. "So you mean to tell me…"

"We have spies all over the Seven Kingdoms, Mayra." The Man replied. "Now, we are beginning to show our true skill. Thanks to Joffrey and his unrelenting hatred of his enemies, he's decided that sacrifices have to be made, honor has to be lost and most of all, the Starks have to die. Their liege lord, Eddard Stark was just the beginning, child. Soon, the Seven Kingdoms will revel under the rule of Joffrey."

"Understood…" Mayra took a deep breath and rested her palms against the wooden table. "Understood…"

"Now, thanks to a certain anonymous informant, the Lions and the Wolves are already on the verge of combining together as one." The man said. "Our job is to make sure that doesn't happen. Tension will brew and this was just the catalyst for something for more greater. We're to step up our operations. Mayra, you are to continue spying on Prince Naruto and Lady Sansa. They will prove to be powerful annoyances in the near future should they not be taken care of in time."

"What do you mean?" Mayra asked.

"Kill them." The man replied. "Or I'll send someone who will."

I bet none of you were expecting that

So, yeah. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
I had trouble writing it for some reason, but oh-bloody-well
Like I said before, Mayra will be playing a pretty massive role in this story
things will come along and someone will be hurt, one way or another
Hue hue hue

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