This is the biggest chapter so far!
I outdid myself with this one

A big thank you to all of you who are still reading this after last chapter
Y'all are the real V.I.P's

Also, do you truly believe that I'd use Joffrey as some sort of badass (cringes in pain)
that can beat Naruto in a REAL fight?! (Believe me, I hate Joffrey as much as every other GoT fan does. [I drew fan art of dead Joffrey for weeks after reading the purple wedding chapter in A Storm of Swords the first time])
The little shit came from behind and got lucky.
So to those who dropped the story too soon, FUCK YOU, you're gonna miss out on a LOT
twists. I've thought this story through at least eighty times, I know what I'm fucking doing.

ANYWAY

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Game of Thrones

Chapter 19: The Lion's Draw

Lord Baelish; foreigner; Master of Coin; ambitious politician; a mixture that wasn't good for any one man to have. He always spoke like a snake, always ready to pounce at the chance of gaining more power. So when Lord Stark came to him asking for his help, Lord Baelish couldn't help but take this as a chance to enhance his placement in the Council. Master of Coin was great and all, but growing dull in light of all of this…excitement. The Hand of the King betraying the Throne and betraying his best friend's words was the easiest thing to conjure. He marveled at the simplicity of it all. That Stark had a slow mind but at least he had a quick temper. Too bad he couldn't draw his sword to match that temper.

Baelish smirked at his greatest success to behold. His black eyes never leaving the image of Joffrey leaning into his throne. The boy was Baelish's most successful ruse. Putting Joffrey on the throne, few wanted it, but Baelish wanted it the most. A boy with that kind of anger and rage within him was the perfect catalyst for greater events to take hold. Naruto was the perfect candidate for Baelish's operation, but the boy proved to be almost as honorable as Lord Stark. Now both of them are rotting in a dungeon with the prior being tortured on the orders of the King. Baelish almost felt a laugh escape his lips as the procession continued.

The boy king was a fool. He was swayed easily but for some reason, wouldn't outright kill his own brother. To Baelish, if the boy wanted to be king as badly as he made it seem, Joffrey would have killed Naruto on the spot. Petyr felt that the king was going to use his own brother for some public display of humiliation and then kill him. Who's to know really, to Baelish, everything was falling into place. The kingdoms were gearing for war and the Starks weren't going to take lightly to their imprisoned liege lord. It was perfect really. He watched as the crown was placed on Joffrey's head. He drowned out the words of the High Septon. Not one for religious anything, Petyr felt that it was all a charade. Joffrey is just a pawn for Baelish to complete his endgame.

Joffrey turned and plopped into the throne with a sly smirk on his face. The crown was officially his and now he had all the power to behold. Baelish shook his head slightly making sure no one could see it. After all, he was going to do all he can to make Joffrey's rule wise and prosperous. Baelish kept his smile tight and thin. He followed after his fellow small council members, a little put at ease that Joffrey was willing to come to small council meetings. It was a joke really, since Baelish knew all that was going to happen. They were going to go over what they should do about Robb Stark marching down the Riverlands and the Arryn's being overly stubborn for their own good.

To Baelish, the only action that would make all of this that much more worth the trouble, is if Joffrey killed his own brother. Be it by his hand or Ser Illyn's. As long as Naruto was out of the picture, the Throne could be secured. Baelish wanted him gone; Baelish needed him gone. If Naruto was still out and about, which if he isn't dead, he'll most certainly be living and doing what he can to get revenge on Joffrey. Littlefinger knew that he wouldn't enjoy that turn of events, should Naruto leave prison. He clasped his fingers together and kept his façade of loyalty stern and steady. Lord Varys sat next to him with Grand Maester Pycelle on the other end of Joffrey.

Things were going to get fun.

Water dripped softly in the dank dungeon, slowly ticking the time away. Rats scurried, screeching and picking at the food crumbs left on the stony floor. Naruto slowly awoke to feel the sensation of insects burrowing into the dead flesh of his side-wound. He could feel flecks of blood crack and fall from his mouth and nose. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a powerful explosion of pain radiated from the back of his neck. His head pounded and it felt that his skull was about to blow up in all directions. Trying his best to get his bearings, Naruto found that his arms were chained and he was standing. Who was he kidding, standing was a kind term for what this was. He was hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon with barely any feeling in his legs.

The boy shivered at the feeling of so many insects flocking to his open wound. How long has he been down here? Naruto kept thinking on it and kept wondering why he wasn't dead yet. He couldn't see more than two feet in front of him, but he could tell that there was someone else in the dungeon with him. He knew that there was someone there, he just couldn't find the voice to call him or her out. He groaned softly, confused with how he ended up wherever here is. He winced when the insects began to sting into his open flesh. It was no matter. He was obviously in prison and that meant he'd failed to protect the Starks. He lowered his head at the thought of failing the Starks.

Of all the people he could let down, it just had to be them. The three of them were probably being used as political prisoners and the direwolves were probably making new carpets. Naruto felt his stomach lurch. Joffrey was evil and sadistic, but Naruto was sure that the king wouldn't dare do something as sickening as that. Naruto breathed heavily, heaving the stale air into his lungs. The chains jolted with his body, resounding with their skin-freezing clink. It was dark as night in this dungeon and Naruto was wishing he didn't wake up yet. He looked to his right towards the source of another set of rattling chains. Neither of them spoke but they both acknowledged each other's presence by rattling their metal-binds. Naruto couldn't believe the situation he was in.

Suddenly, the door to the dungeon creaked open, sending frozen shivers up and down the boy's spine. Footsteps shivered along, dragging through the hay covered stone floor. A dim red hue began to light the dark, shimmering the fear and the anxiety away. Four men arrived with torches in their hands and similar expressions of malice. Their smiles didn't make Naruto feel any better. They stopped around Naruto and started sliding torches into sconces, saving for the largest torch that seemed to be made of a different kind of fire; wilder and alive. Naruto's blue eyes trailed along the faces of the different men, none of them looked familiar but once his eyes trailed to the far right, he came to find Lord Stark laying against the wall, chained like an animal.

"H-Hey, what the hell-oof!" Naruto felt the air leave his lungs.

Naruto wheezed for air. That was uncalled for. He swung around a bit, looking like a ceiling ornament. One of the guards took out a wooden club and bashed Naruto's side, forcing a voice-less scream from the boy's lips. Naruto writhed in pain, but before he could start swinging wildly, the guards grabbed his shoulder and the hem of his tunic. With a swift movement, the tore the article of clothing from his body. Naruto's heart raced, body shivered and the feeling he'd thought he'd lost, rushed back into his legs. His mind pounded, the fire coming closer and closer to his skin. He could feel the flickering flames tickle his bare skin and burn off a few pit-hairs. He shuddered as the flaming torch grazed his wound, the feeling of melting insects brought quivering fear through his body.

"Wait, what are you-" Naruto's eyes shot open. Fire had never felt so cold to him before. It felt alive, digging into his skin, burrowing into his bones. He squirmed and writhed, trying in vain to escape.

He wailed like never before, clenching his fist around the metal chains. The man didn't let up. If anything, he pressed the fire deeper into the wound, reveling in the prince's pain. Naruto kept trying to fight back against the pain, howling out until he returned to having no voice. Even after his mind fell loose from the pain, the men continued to burn his skin. Once the wound was blackened and completely shut, the men backed away and watched in awe of the wound. The skin was already showing signs of healing over. The men shook their heads, believing that they were seeing things. Naruto sputtered suddenly and immediately asked for water or food.

"You want water?" One of the guards asked. "Here's some water."

The guard reached to his back and removed his leather water-skin and popped the cork free. Naruto smiled slightly, but the other guards punched Naruto in his gut, forcing him forward. The prince felt a cry leave his lips. There was unfortunately, very little water for him to cry out. Suddenly, water began to drench the back of his head and flow down his cheeks and face with little to no water reaching his lips. The guard poured the contents of the water skin onto Naruto's head before punching him back.

"There's your fucking water." The man cracked up. "You're lucky that His Grace is allowing you to live. His Grace decided to have your wound cauterized so you don't die too soon. I don't care who's son or brother you are; remember that you are in no position ask for water or food again, or next time, we'll feed you pig shit and horse piss. Shut the fuck up and never speak again, monster."

Through the darkness of the dungeons, a woman could be seen sneaking through the guards and through the sentries. She was on a mission and she was intending on completing it. She slid in and out of jail cells and in between men without being noticed. She smirked at her skill, she still had it after all this time. She dove forward when she heard the sound of chainmail ringing out. She rolled over on the stone floor and hid behind a few barrels. The men sounded drunk and were laughing at nonsense. They stumbled along, their torches carrying the light with them.

Her chocolate brown eyes followed after the men and waited for the darkness to befall the area once more. She checked her waist and patted the small pouch hanging from her side. It was large and unscathed. She smiled and jumped over the barrels, barely any sound being made as she made her escape into the depths of the darkness. She shot her back to the walls, sliding with a grace that belonged to a master. Her boots barely scraped the stone floor as she wisped past guards and prisoners like a specter. She moved like a shadow, unseen, unnoticed.

Rats ran along with her, hiding the sound of shuffling clothes. She smirked at the chance of luck she was given. She slid against the floor dodging a few drunken guards patrolling the halls of the dark dungeon. She spun on her heels and leaned her back against the stone walls once more, realizing that she didn't have anywhere to hide. Suddenly, two hands shot out against her back and began to snake around her torso grabbing onto her chest. She nearly yelped in surprise. The light was growing brighter and this prisoner was groping her. She growled and spun around, punching the man through the bars knocking him back. The light was growing brighter and she was sure that the guards were about to see her.

Her brown eyes scanned the bars, glad that her lithe body was flexible enough to fit in between. She snaked her arms and legs in between the bars, making sure that her packages didn't fall free of her belt. The criminal was beginning to gather his bearings; it seems she punched him a bit too hard. She was in the cell with the man who groped her now, and he was about to scream, alerting the guards of her position. Sweat began to trickle from her pores. She shook her head, speeding forward, pressing the knife against his cock and spun him around so that his back was to the bars. Thanks to his burly size, he blocked her from sight. She whispered for him to drop to his knees to hide her, but he didn't listen.

The woman sighed in exasperation and sliced at his leg, drawing blood to show the man that she wasn't about to play any games with him. Digging her glove into his mouth to silence his cry of pain, the man fell to the ground. The girl hid her body behind the man's shadow while the lights reached its peak, illuminating everything save for the shadow behind the criminal. Mayra knew she was safe and smiled softly when she heard the guards shuffling their boots against the floor. The light didn't disappear though forcing her heart to raise in speed. She glared at the criminal who was now drooling onto her hair. His eyes wide with surprise, probably gawking at her beauty.

The guards were gone, but they left their torches on the sconces lining the prison walls. She knew that he'd have to move faster than before. If she's seen, it would mean her imminent death, something she wasn't intending to happen any time soon. The criminal though, was tired of her and pushed her from his body and pressed his hand against her cheek and immediately ran his hands across her breeches, sliding his hand against her cunt. Mayra's face went red and her eyes darkened with rage. The man may have been large and strong, but she was quicker and smarter. She retched back and covered his face with spit before bringing her forehead up, breaking the man's nose.

He fell back, but before a shout could come free from his lips, she rested her body on top of him and dug her blade into his throat, spilling his blood across the floor. His soft gurgles could barely be heard as Mayra slid away from his corpse and back into the hall. She wiped her gloved hands across her tunic and breeches to wipe away from blood. Checking the packages she had with her to see if they were perfectly fine, Mayra sighed softly and took off through the long halls for the first stairs leading deeper into the dungeons. She froze when she heard two guards coming up the stairs. They were already coming around the corner; not enough time for her to sneak somewhere.

Doing the first thing that came to mind, she undid the laces to her tunic and her breeches, letting more than enough cleavage to be seen. She pulled her breeches down revealing a little bit of skin and teasing at the tip of her nether-lips. If there was anything that the guards of King's Landing that everyone knew, they were just as easily seduced as they are to be bribed. She walked down the stairs as the men appeared. They immediately froze, their hands shooting to their blades. Their eyes widening, but immediately sliding their hands back to their sides. They gave her weary looks as she walked up to them, a sly smirk on her face.

Her finger was tracing her cleavage, slowly pulling her tunic down to reveal more than enough tit to get the guards' blood running. The two men smiled at her, their hands raising up to her chest. She slapped their hands away with a playful look on her face. The two men were confused, sweat pouring from their faces. She bit her lower lip and let her hands trail on the two men, one hand for each. She reveled in their hitched breaths, always amazed by how easy they were to trick. She asked for someone with a made-up name, all the while tracing her hands along their hard-on's. The two men sputtered, pointing down the stairs. She smirked darkly when she saw how ridiculous they looked. The two men looked like they were about to drop their torches.

"I'll see you two later tonight…" Mayra smiled softly, all the while swiping a water-skin from one of the guards. Neither noticed as they took off up the stairs, speaking excitedly.

Mayra shook her head in disgust all the while pouring water from the stolen water-skin over her hands to wash them of the feeling of another man's cock. She shook her head and took off down the stairs in search of her reason for being here in the first place. She arrived into the deepest pit of the dungeons and took a moment to rein in her emotions. The air smelled stale and vaguely of piss and decomposing shit. This place was where the greatest criminals are placed or traitors of the crown. She rushed through the hall finding a lone torch sitting in a metal sconce over a Lannister soldier trying his best from falling asleep. She bit her lip and leaned against the wall, watching the man not going through with his duty.

She headed through the darkness fixing her tunic and her breeches to seem more presentable. She sighed when the Lannister shot to his feet, sword drawn at her. She groaned and reached to her back and revealed a rolled parchment and handed it to the guard in charge. The man read through the paper's contents, staring at Mayra with worried eyes. He bit his lip and handed her the letter. Mayra watched him reach over and return with an unlit torch before lighting it as well and placing it into her hands. She smiled at the guard as he unlocked the gate to allow her entrance. But before she could continue through the dungeon cell, the man told her she had only ten minutes before the other guards returned.

The door shut behind her but the lock was not shut. She sighed in relief as the guard was seen collapsing in his chair ready to take a nap. Mayra blinked but shot forward through the darkness. Lighting her way, she arrived to see Lord Stark leaning against the wall of the dungeon, looking like a shell of his former self. She slid the torch into a sconce and fell to her knees, removing one of the water-skins she hand strapped to her waist and removed one of the pouches she had, laying it out for the Stark. Ned watched her with fear, but she urged him on. When he wouldn't take it, Mayra unhooked the cork and took a sip herself along with a bite of the food. Ned took the food and drink with a small gasp escaping his lips.

"Lord Stark, you still have friends here in King's Landing doing their best to save you and get you back to Winterfell." Mayra smiled softly. "My employer wishes to send his regards. He would have come himself, but he was rather…indisposed at the moment, My Lord."

"Baelish?" Ned asked hoarsely. "T-That sniveling-"

"If I was here under Lord Baelish's orders, you'd undoubtedly be dead by now." Mayra replied. "Try again, My Lord. You were close."

"Varys?" Ned asked after a long pause.

"Precisely My Lord." She nodded. "But I'm not here for only you though…"

She shot to her feet and turned to see a shirtless Naruto with a giant black mark on his side. She gasped at the sight. His arms were chained tightly, clearly it wasn't meant for comfort unlike Lord Stark's. Naruto was bruised and scarred all over his torso and his legs hung limp beneath him. His legs were also chained but seemingly tighter than her arms. Her feet looked swollen. Mayra dropped to her knees and loosened the chains. Naruto groaned softly as his legs were released from their prison. She felt her jaw loosen when Naruto's swollen feet were already beginning to revert to normal. Their light purple color began to fade. She sped to her feet and wrapped her hands around Naruto's face, slowly tracing her thumbs against his soft but dirty cheeks.

"Oh, Naruto…" Mayra sighed softly, leaning her forehead against his. "What have they done to you…"

"W-Water…" He moaned. "Food…p-please…"

She nearly slapped herself for forgetting and immediately shot her hand to her back and returned with another water-skin and pulled the cork, slowly pouring the water down Naruto's throat. She pulled away and the boy sighed softly. She put the water-skin back to her waist and brought the second food pouch up to be seen. She undid the wrapping to reveal a small loaf of bread with cubes of cheese and small pieces of warm fish. Naruto's eyes widened and she could feel his heart racing in his chest. The boy dropped his jaw and the girl began to feed Naruto, slowly at first but as the contents began to run dry, she immediately stuffed the remaining contents into Naruto's mouth and tossed the cloth away.

"M-Mayra…" Naruto whispered, finally realizing who it was. "What are y-you doing here…?"

"Shush…my love…you need to conserve your strength…" Mayra whispered back, rubbing her hand across his face.

She looked different to the boy. She wasn't the same kitchen wench that he remembered having morning talks with during breakfast. She looked fierce and almost as if she were a killer, an assassin. But she was clearly not here to end his life or Lord Stark's. In fact she bloody fed the both of them and gave them water. He swallowed his food and immediately begged for water, and Mayra quickly complied, pouring the remaining water for the boy to consume. After Naruto was finally finished, he no longer looked like a hanging corpse, but rather a somewhat presentable person. She brought his head down and placed a soft kiss onto his lips before taking her torch.

"I'll be back soon." Mayra smiled. "I'll return with more food and water for the two of you along with information. We won't fail you two. Lord Varys is watching you two carefully. Lord Stark, Naruto; I want you two to know that I want to apologize for not being able to break you two free. Believe me, I want to, but even if we got you out of this prison, it won't change a thing. Lord Varys extends his apologies…I'll be going now…"

Joffrey sat silently staring at the wall in front of him and the stained glass window bearing the seven pointed star of the Faith. He wasn't angry for once, nor was he saddened by anything. For once he was content with everything. His father was dead, his mother now under his control through the rather vicious blackmailing that Hardyn had done. For a tanner, the spy did wonders on his mother. Joffrey nearly laughed when Cersei realized that her old spies came to find work for him. The king sighed though and leaned into his small seat. His council was dismissed not even ten minutes ago, leaving him alone in the Small Council Chambers.

He leaned forward thinking of the words his lead spy said to him before the Small Council meeting. Two weeks have passed since his coronation and the imprisonment of Lord Stark and his brother and already, issues were arising to the North. He was beginning to wonder if he'd made the right choice to imprison his own brother as well. The Starks were in love with his brother and he knew for a fact that Robb Stark would fight for both his father and for Naruto. Joffrey's peaceful feeling evaporated when thoughts arrived on the one who convinced him to take down his brother. Hardyn had been a great spy, loyal and useful in every single way, but the man was now asking him to become a kinslayer.

Joffrey felt his stomach lurch at the idea of being a kinslayer. He may have been a sadistic bastard, literally, but he wasn't about to kill his half-brother. Half or not, Joffrey knew that he still had his same blood running through his veins. No one will believe that Naruto is the only trueborn. No one will bloody believe that his mother's children are all inbred, but Joffrey knew the truth. He heard his own Mother say it herself. Joff sighed and ran a hand across his face. Sweat was already formed, flowing down his cheeks. He was a King now and so far, it was everything he thought it'd be, save for the rebellion rising in the North. The boy frowned at the thought of the Valemen joining in the war. Chaos would ensue with the power of the North and the power of the Vale bearing down on the Lannisters.

Joffrey felt that he needed to prepare for the worst. He shook his head and immediately went to writing a new royal order on a sheet of paper. He needed an army that was loyal to him, a Royal Army loyal to the crown. Lannister forces were great, but they were loyal to his Grandfather, Lord Tywin and not to himself. Joffrey couldn't trust his own family. If anything, they would try to manipulate him to accomplish their goals, just like how Hardyn was strangely trying to convince Joffrey to go through with a heinous crime as kinslaying. He continued writing his new order and called his personal page and the boy got the message. He ran off ready to copy more letters to send off throughout the Crownlands. Joffrey was demanding half of the forces that every lord in the Crownlands could field and send them to King's Landing for proper training.

He leaned into his seat, eyes trailing back to the seven pointed star of the Faith. He recited their names; Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. He examined each point of the star, expecting their bodies and faces to start appearing. He wasn't about to murder his brother, but he sure as hell will execute the Stark if he doesn't admit to his treason and proclaim him as the true King of Westeros. Naruto was to do the same and Joffrey was going to let Naruto return to his normal life, knowing Naruto to be just as religious as he. Naruto wouldn't kill him and Joffrey was going to show the same sentiment. Neither of them were going to try to kill each other, but that didn't mean that he was just going to let the boy walk free and happy, Joffrey was king now and he wanted to make sure Naruto stayed in line.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Hardyn with Mayra and Kathryn at his sides. The three of them bowed at Joffrey with smiles on their faces and pulled over seats. Hardyn obviously had something important to tell him. Joffrey smirked, expecting more great ideas to come from his most trusted advisor.

Naruto was dying of thirst and hunger. He could feel his body growing weaker and weaker with each passing second. Oh how he missed Mayra. She hadn't come back in almost a week and the boy was starting to worry that the girl had forgotten him. Tears began to flow down his cheeks as the pain of starvation and thirst dug into his body. He writhed slightly, rattling the chains. He wanted to cry out, but he couldn't find his voice. Lord Stark of course was being fed and allowed to drink occasionally, but the Stark was too far away from Naruto to be able to share his food and drink. Nevertheless, Naruto waited patiently, trying his best from going delirious. He needed something to eat and drink soon. This imprisonment was the worst thing he could imagine.

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal the guards that burned his wound. They were laughing and sputtering nonsense. He watched them walk over to Naruto with glares on their drunken faces. Just like the last time they entered into the cell, they slid their torches into sconces, this time, all of them. The sick looks on their faces were never leaving. Naruto suddenly felt shiver run through his body. The guard in front of him pulled out a spoon and the other handed the guard a bowl filled with a brown porridge-like substance. The guard simply said in a gruff voice, dinner. The man took a spoonful of the brown substance and shoved it into Naruto's mouth.

Naruto was surprised with its meaty taste. He opened his mouth for another bite and before the guards knew it, the boy already ate through the entire bowl. The guards looked at one another, surprised with Naruto's hunger. They didn't even get to surprise him. Oh well, they thought, now that he's finished the entire meal the surprise will be all the more meaningful. The men laughed slightly and even took out a small wipe and removed a small piece of meat from the side of Naruto's mouth. The guard held up a small water-skin.

"Tea?" The guard asked. "His Grace ordered that we give you warm tea."

"O-Of course…" Naruto said with a small smile on his face.

The guards poured the contents into Naruto's mouth, immediately washing Naruto's dry throat. Once the contents were sipped dry the men tossed the wineskin away into the darkness of the cell. Naruto smiled and leaned his head back in between his chained arms.

"You know…" One of the guards said. "That meal you just ate…was bowl o' brown, you highborn fool, made with pig shit and water!"

"And that tea you drank, was fresh piss!" Another guard exclaimed. "Bahaha! You actually believed that it was tea! What a fool-!"

Naruto retched, heavily. The contents of his stomach exploded from his mouth and nose, cascading like a waterfall. It splashed everywhere covering the guards' boots with stomach matter. Naruto shuddered in the chains, rattling them like a little babe. Naruto cried out but shot his head down as his body tightened. He puked once more, this time on one of the guards. Naruto groaned, his head reeling in all directions. The pain growing with each tightening muscle. The guard didn't take too lightly to Naruto's stomach contents though.

"You bastard." The guard growled. "You'll pay!"

The man rammed his club into Naruto's gut, almost making Naruto's eyes pop from their sockets. The boy hunched forward, making his chains rattle like an annoying song. More food and piss escaped his mouth and onto the floor. The lead guard grabbed the hair on Naruto's head and pulled the boy back to meet his eyes. Blue stared into the dark pits of onyx the man had. Neither said a word, but the man rammed his fist into the boy's gut instead. Naruto groaned and threw up once more, this time losing control of more than just his stomach. Suddenly, the other guards burst into laughter, pointing at Naruto's breeches.

"He fucking pissed himself!" One of them cried out through a fit of laughter.

"What a little shit, this one is!" Another cracked up. "I bet if we continue, we'll even make him shit himself too!"

"P-Please…" Naruto groaned suddenly. "N-No more…I can't…take it anymore…"

"You. Don't. Command. Me." The lead guard said in between each punch connecting with Naruto's gut. "I am only treating you as you deserve. You're nothing but a monster, a freak and we're going to make sure that you look the part of a monster for your bloody trial…and don't worry…we have something great planned for you last day in this dungeon. Monster."

"Let's go…" The guard said, taking his torch from its sconce. "He's thrown up too much. I wouldn't be surprised if he starts trying to eat his own filth."

Naruto hung loose, his mind flowing freely in space. No thoughts were being made and nothing was really coming to mind. He couldn't remember the look of Sansa's face and he couldn't remember the way the direwolves looked. All he knew right now was the darkness of this dungeon; the cruelty of these guards and the silence of Lord Stark through everything. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, his body completely numb. His eyes watched the darkness around him, counting the faces he sees whipping through the black of his surroundings. There were faces, right? He could see them flying by, frowns and looks of abhorrence and disgust. They stared at him, dark eyed and hairless.

Everywhere, he could see faces. Soon enough, he began to hear voices coming from those nameless, bodiless faces. Footsteps were heard, but not from the guards having a drinking game, but rather from within the cell. Feet shuffling along with chains dragging along the stone floor. He wasn't scared of the faces anymore. The only problem he had though, they were always glaring at him as if he'd done something horrific. They stayed near him, so close in fact that he swore he could feel them breathing. But every time the guards would arrive to feed him, those faces would disappear and only reveal nothing but the empty darkness that this dungeon cell held. He began to spin slightly with his chain tightening before unraveling and spinning him back around. The boy let out a small gaps when the chain spun too much, entangling his arms together.

He could feel his bone twisting thanks to his own boredom. He winced, but since he couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't control theme enough to press onto something. Suddenly, he felt hands press on his body and begin to spin him around, twisting his arms together. Suddenly the door swung open with the guards returning for another session of beating the prince. They stopped when they took sight of the hilarious mental case hanging from the ceiling.

Naruto was spinning himself around, twisting his own arms. He screamed out for faces to stop. The men looked at one another realizing that the boy had probably gone mad and decided to watch the scene play in front of them. Naruto kept spinning and suddenly, loud heart-wrenching cracks were heard. The boy roared out in pain as a second crack was heard. The guards fell over, releasing bellowing laughs, echoing throughout the dark dungeon cell. The boy spun back around, wailing and begging for the faces to stop. He did go mad, the guards broke down into laughing fits. The former prince began to kick and scream, shaking his head fervently and his torso like a stuck fish.

"What are you fools doing?!" Ned shouted, finally having had enough of the guards.

"W-What was that…?" The guards immediately went quiet.

"Help him!" Ned shouted. "He's just a boy-!"

"Silence, fool!" One of the guards rammed his leather cudgel unto Ned's temple. "You're in no position to be making demands."

"Have you no honor-"

"What did I just say?" The guard smashed his cudgel against the Stark's head once again. "You Northern savages are stupid as you are primitive."

"Please!" Naruto's voice roared out. "Stop it! Stop it! Obito, stop this!"

Obito? The guard gave the writhing blond a strange look. Making up names now? Maybe the Stark's right. He's going crazy.

"Sasuke! Sakura-chan!" Naruto's eyes were shut tightly as he continued to fight back against his chains. "Hinata, Shikamaru, Ino, Choji, Shino, Kiba, Tenten, Lee, Neji! Kami! Make this pain stop!"

"Shut this madman up!" The guard roared over Naruto's incessant cries.

What is life?

Naruto's blue eyes stared at the ceiling above him, dull and washed over with pain. His heart was beating at a low pace. His breeches were soiled almost a week ago and a week before that, he'd pissed himself thanks to the surprise the guards set up for him. He'd been rotting in this dungeon surviving on pig shit and small droplets of water that seep through the stone ceiling. His chains were as tight as ever and his body was still in ridiculous pain. But he was no longer fighting back. No longer did he have the will or reason to. It's been almost three weeks since Mayra had arrived with food and drink and Naruto had already given up on her ever coming back.

I've been abandoned?

His own mother hadn't come to see how he was. He hung like a strung piece of drying meat and his mother never once came to see him. Lord Varys even sent someone to speak with him. Of all the people in the castle it was Mayra. He didn't see that coming to be frank. Mayra working for Lord Varys was never in his mind. He would have laughed if he wasn't in such a painful situation. His eyes were dry and felt like they'd shrivel up and pop from their sockets at any moment. Naruto felt cold and freezing, given he doesn't have a tunic and Lord Stark can be heard softly mumbling Winter is Coming over and over again. Naruto tried to shut his eyes, but saw no point. If he closed his eyes, nothing would change since all he was going to get was darkness.

What is happening to me?

Naruto's hair hung loose, sticking to his skin thanks to the gallons of sweat he'd released. The boy swayed in his chains with little feeling in his arms. He'd been laughed at and ridiculed for his mental breakdown a week prior by the guards. But then they asked him who Sasuke was, then Obito and countless other names that made no sense to him. What in seven hells is a Neji? It sounds like some foreign pastry. The boy frowned when he thought that. His stomach grumbled. He winced at the burning sensation that came with it. No longer did the hunger feel like a pit in his stomach, but this time a fiery explosion every time he thought of food, almost like his stomach oozed molten rock and metal into his gut. He groaned as the pain exploded from just heat to searing blaze within.

He wanted to shout, but he knew what would come with that. If he dared to release a scream, the guards would rush in, cudgel's ready. The boy didn't want that anytime soon. Not anymore. He'd learned that he should just accept what the guards were doing to him. They were most likely tasked with breaking him to be used as Joffrey's new dog like Sandor was. The guards sure enjoyed their jobs, torturing him to no end. Sure they beat him and fed him shit and poured water and piss on his head, but it was the mental torture that got to him. Their words were cutting deep into his skin, filling him with an unexplainable dread. Tears would have formed in his eyes, but the memories he was having weren't his.

He could see himself, a small child, crying in the center of a street with nine fox tails swishing behind him. At least that's what his shadow always portrayed. Around him, men and women of all ages and sizes were giving him the same look; disgust; fear; hatred. He was never looked at like this in his life, so why was he remembering something like this. He was never hated until now. He was never belittled or scorned as bad as he was in these memories. He saw himself flying through the air only to fall on his head. He could see some bone had torn through his skin and yet no one came to help him. All he could see was the store owner that had cast him away screaming at him, calling him the same thing over and over again; monster.

Am…I…a m-monster?

"You have a visitor." One of the guards said with a glare.

The metal door unhinged, creaking throughout the dungeon cell. Naruto's skin cringed at the high pitched sound. He shivered slightly at the sound of flickering flames. The cell door opening usually meant the guards were coming and the flickering flame meant they were close. The footsteps dragged through the dungeon cell as a small child arrived before them and Naruto awaited for the gut-wrenching sound of a torch sliding into a sconce. Suddenly, a shuffle of clothes and chains, Naruto realized that the guards were there to hurt him again. If it wasn't the guards, then who was it?

"Father, Naruto." A voice said.

"Bran?" Ned and Naruto asked with incredulous faces.

"Quiet…" Bran said with a hushed voice. "They don't' know who I am! I'm here in secret, alright? Father, here's something to drink…Naruto, here, you need to eat something real-"

"I-I'm not hungry…" Naruto's eyes widened in fear. His heart was racing at the mention of eating. His chains rattled with him. He shook and nearly screamed when Bran revealed a water-skin. Bran looked at the prince with wide-eyes before the light finally revealed Naruto's truly broken appearance.

"N-Naruto…" Bran whispered. "W-What have they done to you?"

"T-They…" Naruto shut his eyes but a tear-less weep began to escape his lips.

"I didn't come here for this." Bran sighed softly and wiped a small tear from his eyes. "Father, Naruto, I have important information of things going on up above."

"What happened Bran?" Ned asked with a worried look.

"Robb has marched south with a massive Northman army." Bran said with a sigh. "He's already engaged Ser Jaime and captured him. Lord Tyrion has escaped the Arryn's clutches and is now back in Lannister control."

"Robb is just a boy-"

"Father, wait." Bran sighed and took a deep breath for the final thing he was intending to say. "Sansa was forced into a marriage pact with Joffrey. As king, Joffrey saw to it that Sansa's marriage pact with Naruto was severed and he took her instead. He plans to marry her once she has her blood."

"No." Naruto moaned. "She won't go through with it…"

"She agreed only if Joffrey showed mercy on Father and you Naruto." Bran said with a frown. "Joffrey's going to have the trial within the week. Father, the Queen managed to convince Joffrey to let you go to the Wall if you confess your crimes of treason. Naruto, Joffrey said that you can keep your place as prince as long as you confess to trying to steal His throne to take it as your own. You two can live and keep your heads if you agree. Please, Arya and Sansa and I are begging you."

"We will…" The two men replied.

"Father…Naruto…I have one more thing to say…" Bran said suddenly getting quiet. "I have been having a reoccurring dream for the last two weeks."

"Not you too…" Ned sighed, leaning his head against the stone wall behind him. "What of it? A stag shedding its skin to reveal a lion?"

"No, father." Bran replied with an incredulous look. "It was of a stag shedding its skin to reveal a nine-tailed fox."

The door shot open to reveal the guards once again, this time they brought with them an air of alcohol and the disgusting stench of filth. They weren't alone this time. Gold Cloaks were with them filling up the dungeon. Bran was right; it had been exactly one week since his visit that Joffrey called for their trial to take place. The guards placed torches along the various sconces, illuminating every inch of this dungeon cell revealing at least eighteen different skeletons filled with rats lining the back wall of the dungeon cell. Ned nearly jumped at the revelation. Suddenly his chains were undone and he was pulled to his legs. The Stark nearly collapsed to the floor, having forgotten how to use his legs.

Naruto was no different.

The boy wasn't fighting back, nor was he surprised anymore. Naruto was already mumbling stop it, please stop it. They had definitely broken the boy and Ned was beginning to worry what else they had in store. The guards began to untie Naruto's chains from his arms and legs, unraveling the countless feet of wasted steel. Naruto continued to mumble incoherently. Soon enough those pleading words turned in him whispering names, and asking the faces for mercy or their help; Ned never figured it out. Suddenly, Naruto shot his hand out, lodging his fist into one of the guards, shooting the man into one of the pillars. The remaining prison guards shot forward, gripping his barely healed arms and pushed on the broken and twisted bone, eliciting a high pitched wail from the boy.

"You're gonna pay for that monster!" The guard backhanded the prince.

"Wait!" Ned shouted. "Show mercy on him-oof!"

"Leave Lord Stark alone!" Naruto shouted, ramming his elbow in one of the guards. He shot his head forward, digging his forehead into the nose of the guard in front of him. The man wailed in pain, gripping his broken nose. Naruto was on the verge of passing out. The guard placed his hand on the weak boy and forced him back into the pillar behind him, all the while, the other guards began to pop his arms back into place. Naruto was too weak to fight back now. The guard gave Naruto a sick smile, the blood pouring from his broken nose only seemed to make the image worse.

"You hear that men?" The guard asked. "It seems that monster likes wolves."

"What about it?" One of his fellow prison guards asked.

"If he likes the wolves so much, why don't we make him look like a wolf?" The guard laughed all the while drawing his knife.

"How're we going to do that?" One of the Gold Cloaks wondered with a smirk on his face.

"I believe a wolf has whiskers." The guard replied. "Now hold still, My Lord…you don't want your whiskers to be uneven, now do you?!"

Sansa stood on the platform, heart racing with anticipation and fear. Arya was standing next to her and Bran next to her. The three of them watched the procession of their father through the angry mob. It was a small penance walk from the prison to the Sept of Baelor. Men and women screamed at him, crying out that he was a traitor. The hit him, beat him and spat on him and the Stark children knew there was nothing they could do. Arya clenched her fists but Bran gave her a small look. He'd told Arya of the dreams he'd been having about a week after the dreams began and it turned out that Arya was having similar dreams, but instead of a stag and a lion, she dreamt of a nine-tailed fox killing a lion, gouging its eyes out. Nonetheless, she listened to what Bran had to say and she was immediately beginning to regret every listening.

Everything was falling into place just like in Bran's rather vivid dream. The Bran, this was the most horrifying experience he could imagine. He knows that his father was going to die. Bran shivered at the thought. He couldn't believe that the one man that he thought was invincible was about to be taken from him before his very eyes. He wanted to know who this nine-tailed fox is. He wanted to know so he could kill the man. Once all of this ends and Bran returns to being Naruto's squire as Joffrey promised, Bran was going to make it his life goal to tear this nine-tailed fox asunder, tear him apart so badly that not even Summer will want to eat the mush that'll be left behind. He clenched his fist as some fat noble hurled a rock into his father's face.

The Gold Cloaks didn't care and dragged their father through the crowd just before they made it to the platform, his father's feet caught on to something and he slipped from the Gold Cloak's clutches. He tried to push himself up, but the people were stomping their feet into his back. Over and over, they brought their feet and fists and canes onto the fallen Stark, crying out that he was a traitor. Ned was dragged along and forced to stand before the people. He could barely breathe and the light of beaming sun was burning into his irides. He shivered realizing that he was going to undoubtedly die right at this spot. Once the crowd was silent, Ned took a deep breath and sighed.

"I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King…" Ned took a deep breath. "I come before you to confess my treason in sight of gods and men. I betrayed the faith of my king and the trust of my friend Robert. I promised to protect his children, but before his own blood was cold, I plotted to have King Joffrey murdered to place the monster, Prince Naruto on the throne."

Suddenly, a rock flew from the crowd hitting the stark in his eye. The man stumbled, nearly collapsing to the platform. Blood poured down his cheek. The Stark tried his best to stay steady. Suddenly a large hand was placed on his shoulder, holding him still.

"M-May the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say." Ned continued once the pain receded. "Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir of the Iron Throne, by the grace of the all the gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

"Now, as Lord Stark has confessed…" Grand Maester took a pause to receive his breath. "Bring forth the second conspirator…Prince Naruto."

Sansa, Arya and Bran shot their heads to the prison door, awaiting what they were going to see. Gasps were heard coming from the crowd and screams of fear echoed into their hearts and ears. The three Starks eyed the doorway with hearts racing and stomachs churning. They didn't know what they were going to expect. Two Gold Cloaks arrived, carrying a broken boy. He was shirtless showing the various scars from his undoubted torture. Upon his arms, the sight of torn skin and chain marks could be seen. But their eyes trailed to the boy's face to see six large gashes carved into his face. His mouth hung wide, almost as if this was done recently. Naruto was dragged down the steps, his legs not working on their own. Sansa shook her head, her eyes watering with fear rising in her chest.

Soon enough, Naruto was barely standing on the podium. His body swayed slightly and his eyes were shut tightly to keep the bright sun from burning his eyes from his head. Blood coursed from his gouged cheeks. His throat was coarse; he didn't know if he'd be able to speak loud enough for the people to hear him. The winds were warm and yet cold at the same time. His gut began to twitch and lurch. Naruto had to rein in his will to keep from soiling the Sept of Baelor. The boy's once strong sapphire blue eyes were dull and washed over. He took a deep breath knowing that he had no other choice in the matter. He looked down and took a deep breath.

"I am Prince Naruto, son of King Robert and brother to King Joffrey." Naruto said, voice rough and crass. "I, along with Lord Eddard Stark tried to steal my brother's birthright for our personal gain."

A large rock suddenly found itself digging into Naruto's gut. His legs nearly gave out but thanks to Sandor Clegane, the boy was kept standing. The boy swayed, the blood flow finally coming to a slow halt. He finally let his eyes open to reveal the massive mob in front of him. Their shouts were getting louder and louder, deafening him. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"May the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say." Naruto shuddered. "I, Naruto Baratheon, do hereby give up all claim to the Throne and declare Joffrey Baratheon the one true heir to the Iron Throne, by the grace of all the gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm…"

"Monster!" Someone roared out, hurling another rock at Naruto.

"Creature!"

"Freak!"

"Liar!"

Joffrey had enough. He raised his hand and the mob immediately calmed. Naruto was pulled to his feet by the hairs of his head, thanks to Ser Meryn Trant. The boy was teetering on the brink of simply giving up at this moment. Joffrey took a deep breath but the words of Hardyn echoed in his mind. Joffrey took a deep breath and sighed. He was already going to plan on Lord Stark's execution, but in this way didn't ring well with him. It was no matter, if Hardyn said it's the better alternative, he was going to go with it. Joffrey looked to the Stark children and to his mother before turning back to the people.

"My mother has begged that I allow Lord Stark take the black and live his days out on the Wall." Joffrey said. "There he is to serve the realm in permanent exile and My Lady Sansa and her sister, Lady Arya begged for mercy on their father."

Bran froze.

"But the soft hearts of women." Joffrey disregarded everything they had said to him. Hardyn was right.

"So long as I am your King, treason shall never go unpunished!" Joffrey smiled. "Ser Illyn, bring me Eddard Starks head!"

"No!" Sansa and Arya cried. "Wait! Please!"

I don't care! Joffrey growled. I want their respect, I want their fear!

"Wait…" Joffrey held up his hand just as Ser Illyn drew Ice, the Valyrian steel sword of House Stark. "Prince Naruto…prove to m and the people that your words of fealty are the truth. You bring m Eddard Stark's head…or Ser Illyn will remove yours as well."

The crowd exploded with a thunderous roar. They cheered and raised their canes and pitchforks, screaming their approval, all the while calling Naruto a monster. Naruto's body wasn't responding. I'm the nine-tailed fox?! Naruto shivered as the tears finally fell. He could hear Sansa screaming for Joffrey and him to stop. Bran and Arya though were watching him with blood-shot but knowing eyes. Arya's lips quivered and Bran was trying his best not to cry. But just as Naruto felt that the entire world couldn't get any louder, everything came to a shuddering tranquil silence.

"N-Naruto…" Eddard said. The entire mob and the screaming daughter were shut quiet. "Do what must be done…"

The Stark lowered his head revealing the nape of his neck. Naruto shook his head fervently. He was about to simply fall to his knees as well, but Lord Starks voice echoed in his mind. Do what must be done. Naruto continued to shake his head, but reached over and took the sword from the Royal Executioner. He turned on his heels, heart breaking with each step he took towards the Stark. It was all over, he wanted this to end already. He raised the sword over his head, staring at the Stark in front of him.

Suddenly, all sound rushed into his ears. The screams of the crowd and the screams of Sansa filled his ears. She begged him to stop, she screamed out his name but Naruto knew that he couldn't stop. If he died, who was going to make sure Joffrey didn't kill the three of them off. Naruto took a deep breath and shut his eyes. The sword was getting heavy for his barely healed arms. He needed to bring it down soon.

It'll be over quick. Naruto told himself. It'll be over quick.

It'll be over quick.

So, here we are, the episode nine of season one
We're almost done with the first major arc my friends
(A thousand times faster than I thought lol)

Haha, and Baelish...Baelish, Baelish, Baelish. I hope you guys didn't think I'd leave out the number one
player of the Game of Thrones now did you? I hope you guys didn't, cus that'll be ridiculous if you did

Also for those who think Naruto should have attacked Joffrey, remember, he's weak
He spent five weeks in a dungeon, tortured and mind-broken
and to add salt to the sore, they carved his face so that he'll permanently look and be called a monster

After this chapter, Naruto will make a drastic change in character
PTSD, hallucinations etc. etc. those factors will play a role in turning
Naruto into a true player of the Game of Thrones; cruel and unrelenting

So please review and I doubt you guys were expecting Mayra to not be a bad guy
Actually I think it was made pretty obvious lol

please review!

Ja ne!

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