This is nothing but a build up chapter.
For those who still can't realize it's not Joffrey making his decisions
I am praying to the old gods and the new for you to learn how to read between the lines
I am attempting to do this like George R.R. Martin where I won't outright tell you things
I intend to show you.

If you still haven't realized who's really behind everything
I shake my head at you.

For those who can't stand a badguy who actually poses a threat to a realistic, Westeros born Naruto
I apologize, but Naruto won't be op like most crossovers
He will gain his powers later though...like in one chapter...
But he'll realistically learn how to control his powers. He won't suddenly wake up and know immediately how to use a Rasengan
Nor will he meet Kurama in the traditional way
(Kurama is coming, I just want you to know that)

Another thing I am really annoyed about; Naruto is a prince okay?
raised to be pompous and to believe he is above everyone. How many princes can you name in real life that actually kicked ass?
Very few. Naruto is weak for a reason and so is Joffrey.
The thing about this world and our world, EVERYONE can die and ANYONE will die
It's all a matter of their importance to the story

Another thing; big story line changing events will happen in the Season three/Storm of Swords arc
i.e the Red Wedding

ANYWAY

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

Chapter 20: Into the Lion's Jaw

It'll be over quickly.

He raised the greatsword over his head, eyes unable to close.

It'll be over quickly.

It's done…I did what I had to do. The boy, as still as a statue. I did what I had to do. I did what I had-

Tears welled; Ned Stark's own blood stained the Stark ancestral sword. His lip quivered and hands shook. He clenched his jaw trying to calm his emotions. He couldn't feel anything anymore. There was practically nothing within him. No beat of his heart, not even the heaving of his lungs. He didn't even know if he was still breathing. His dull-blue eyes never left the headless form of Ned Stark lying below him; lifeless, done by his own hand. The boy desperately wanted to wake up to find that this was some horrendous dream, some nightmare and wake up to find Sansa sitting on his bed and Bran waiting in a chair across the room.

Eyes tightening, he tried his best to imagine the sight. Sansa, bright smile, red flowing Tully hair wearing her gorgeous teal-blue dress as she stitched. Her soft laughs echoing in his ears. That laughter was suddenly drowned out by the sound of cracking and banging to reveal Bran and Arya in the midst of a heavy duel. Their smiles and their joy filling the room. The door opens to reveal his father and mother, bright smiles on their faces along with his siblings and Lord Stark. The whole family together as one in his solar, the whole family talking and enjoying each other's time. The direwolves running back and forth to play with the King and Queen all the while, Ned watched after his two youngest. His fatherly aura being felt by even Naruto. But just as the image grew brighter, it disappeared, flowing from his grasp.

He opened his eyes to reveal Lord Commander Janos Slynt holding Ned Stark's head out for the people to see. Sansa stitching; Bran and Arya dueling; Ned Stark's undying love for his family; gone. Naruto felt sick once again. The one family he would never wish harm to…the one family he loved unconditionally is the one family that he'd betrayed in the worst way. His jaw began to twitch at the sight of Ned's loose jaw and severed head. The man's eyes were still facing out towards the Narrow Sea; Lord Commander Janos Slynt didn't even give the Stark the courtesy of shutting his eyes. Naruto dropped Ice, the great blade clanging on the stone stage.

Suddenly, a few gasps and shouts were heard from Bran and Arya. Naruto turned to see Sansa had fainted. The boy looked out into the crowd of people finding every single one of them cheering at Naruto's actions. They still called him a monster and a freak, each word stinging a thousand-fold. The boy felt a little lightheaded. He walked away towards the stairs, but his legs finally gave out finally and he unceremoniously plopped onto the stone stage bringing a bellowing laughter from the mob present. Joffrey though saw this and with a quick snap, two Gold Cloaks arrived and lifted Naruto from the stone stage and they began to drag him. Another snap was heard coming from Joffrey surprising the two Gold Cloaks.

"Carry him, you fools." Joffrey glared. "He may be a monster…but he is still my brother. He's proven his loyalty; he's no longer a prisoner.

Joffrey clenched his fists as he stomped through the halls of the castle. It's been a day since the execution. Everything was perfect yesterday until his brother arrived, scarred and mutilated by prison guards. Joffrey wanted him broken, not turned into a disgusting, disfigured mess. The boy king took a deep breath, realizing that what he was doing was counter-productive. Nevertheless, what the guards did to Naruto was perfect. The look on Naruto's face was the broken expression he was looking for. That meant that he could use Naruto and turn him into his loyal soldier. The longer he can keep Naruto alive, the longer he can keep the Stark children in line. Sansa no doubt hated his brother now with all her heart, leaving her ripe for the taking, in Joffrey's eyes.

Bran would fall in line behind Naruto, wherever he goes or whatever he does. Hardyn said that it was obvious that the male Stark was loyal to a fault to Naruto. Whoever Naruto was loyal to, Bran Stark was undoubtedly going to be loyal as well. Joffrey smirked wildly, completely forgetting his conflicting emotions from before. Whoever Bran Stark was loyal to, so was his bloody direwolf. Joffrey could already see the carnage that oversized dog could do on a battlefield. The boy had half a mind to have Naruto and Bran get sent off to fight alongside his grandfather against the Starks, but he felt he'd tortured his brother enough.

Hardyn had come to him after the execution with disturbing information. Naruto's uncle, Renly was amassing his forces in Storm's End, along with a large Tyrell host at his back. Joffrey didn't know what to make of it. It was no matter, his grandfather could handle the Starks for now; he was going to have his brother and squire have a go at warfare soon. Joffrey smiled. During Naruto's month in the dungeons, Joffrey's little plan went into effect. Eight thousand footmen along with eight hundred cavalry were at his command with another two thousand still in training. This last month, Joffrey had hired mercenaries and trainers from all over Westeros and Essos to train his new personal army. The Crownlands were more populated than Joffrey had first thought and that was a fact that he was going to exploit.

With this army, Hardyn said that he'd be able to take the pressure off of his grandfather and still put up a fight against the Baratheon host in the Stormlands. His army was now a professional army and with the funding of House Lannister at his back, Lord Baelish, the Master of Coin had assured Joffrey that the Royal Army was going to be the greatest and yet the most important expenditure that the crown has ever made. Joffrey smiled. his father had asked him once, which is stronger, seven or one. In his innocence, he answer seven. King Robert though replied with a small smile; one, he said. One army, fighting for One man, united behind One purpose. Joffrey realized that the man was a fool and too afraid of making changes.

Joffrey after having sent out the letters to the lords of the Crownlands, they replied happily, sending their forces to join this Royal Army. Joff sighed and made sure to not be the same as his drunken legal father. He was going to change the Seven Kingdoms for the better. He was going to revolutionize the battlefield and crush all who stand in his way. With the funding and the experience of the forces of the Westerlands, Joffrey knew that no amount of men, or armies could defeat him. The only bloody thing that could possibly have a chance at defeating him was the legendary dragons that the Targaryens rode. But of course, all of them were dead along with their dragons. Joffrey shook his head and continued through the castle halls, constantly thinking and remembering all of Hardyn's advice and words of wisdom.

Take this, Gaara!

Naruto shot from his sheets, sweat pouring down his brow. His blue eyes seemed darker with a slight dull overtone to them. He looked left and right, surprised by how white everything was. Placing his hands over his face, the light wasn't diminished or even shaded. If anything, the bright light only got worse. He shook his head, squinting to keep his beating irides from exploding. This bed felt a thousand times more comfortable than his normal bed. Where was he? He asked himself. This isn't his room, nor is this like any room he'd seen in his life. Everything was white, annoyingly so. Who in their right minds would dare to color the walls of a room this color.

His eyes scanned where he was, finally adjusting to the brightness. He could hear the birds chirping softly from the open window on the far side of the room. He was beyond confused at this point. His hands ran across the soft cloth of the blanket wrapped around his body. More white he groaned. Everything was so different. The sun peered through the open window with soft winds blowing through the curtains handing along the sides of the window sill. A calm feeling came with the winds rustling through his unruly blond hair. He ran a hand across his face, tracing the whisker marks carved into his cheeks. It seems they wouldn't heal.

Suddenly, the door slid open in a strange fashion unlike any door he'd seen in his life. A beautiful woman with a large bosom and blonde hair came in followed by a smaller girl with a red sleeveless tunic of sorts with…pink hair. Naruto's head began to pound. He gritted his teeth and leaned his head down, pressing his bandaged palms into his forehead. The two women screamed and ran to him. He could feel their arms wrapped around his back, bringing their faces close enough for him to see perfectly. The blonde had beautiful hazelnut eyes with nice perfectly sized lips. The pink haired girl had a pair of emerald eyes and a young face, couldn't be more than three years younger than the blonde he'd just seen.

"Naruto." The blonde woman said, sounding eerily akin to his mother.

Suddenly the image began to fade and warp. Their faces began to disfigure before his very eyes. He shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Their faces changed and before long, the pink haired girl had disappeared, taking with her the heinous white of the room; the soft winds; the calming sun and the beautiful blonde woman, replacing her with his own mother. Naruto's breath hitched slightly, struggling to find peace with what he'd just seen. The hazelnut eyes long gone and were replaced with glazed emerald eyes almost as if his mother was about to burst into tears. She bent down and pressed her son's head into her chest, holding him tightly as she wept.

"I tried to save Lord Stark…" She whispered. "I tried to keep Joffrey from taking Sansa or any of the children…I did what I could…"

"M-Mother…" Naruto frowned. "You're the queen…"

"Doesn't matter now…" She replied. "Everything I say won't matter now that he's bloody king. He could have me executed at any moment."

"But Grandfather will know…" Naruto frowned. "Joffrey's a shit, but he won't do something like that…"

"Are you sure?" Cersei asked. "He's already threatened me with beheading."

"WHAT?!" Naruto roared, rising from the bed, filled with a powerful raging fervor. "Why would he threaten you?"

"Naruto…" Cersei rose from the bed and walked to the boy's balcony and stared off into the city below with a frown. "You've been out for almost a week. We had to mash food and force it down your throat and wash it all down with water. You missed out on a long of things…most importantly, your brother ordered the death of over thirty bastards, each one having had the blood of your father so no one will contest him for his throne. Now that you've given up all claim to it, Joffrey's decided to get rid of every other pretender."

"I forgot I did that…" Naruto frowned. "What is he planning to do with me now?"

"I don't know." Cersei sighed and leaned against the railing of the balcony. "He's planning something. While you were in prison, he amassed thousands of men from all over the Crownlands and enacted a Royal Army edict…if I know Joffrey as well as I know I do, I can keep you and Bran alive in the easiest way."

"Mother, what do you mean?" Naruto asked, wiping the sweat from getting into his whisker scars.

"I can convince Joffrey to give you command of a regiment or even a company, hells even an entire division." She said. "If you lead troops into battle, it'll keep you and Bran and Summer alive until we get a way to survive through the backlash of Joffrey's orders."

"Wait, mother…what of the Starks…?" Naruto asked softly. "How have they reacted…?"

"We don't know yet." Cersei replied. "Maester Pycelle sent the raven earlier this morning."

Robb glared at the tree in front of him, swinging his sword wildly, clashing the metal against the bark. He bashed his blade against the tree trunk, roaring in pain and anger. He tossed his sword away and began to punch the bark, knowing full well of the damage he was undoubtedly causing himself. He didn't care though, he continued to beat the tree trunk, denting the bark all the while embedding small splinters into and through his rough hide gloves. It didn't matter at this point, all he wanted to do was continue fighting and continue beating this tree until it fell over dead. To think he trusted the prince; to think he'd given his approval of their marriage; to think he wanted him to marry his sister.

The message said it all; Prince Naruto executed Lord Eddard Stark with Ice to teach the North a lesson. Lord Eddard threatened to kill the Prince and the King before he himself was defeated. Robb Stark, as Lord of Winterfell, you are to arrive to King's Landing and release Ser Jaime Lannister and swear fealty to King Joffrey; only then will your siblings will be released.

Robb felt played and lied to. He clenched his jaw and rammed his fist into the tree trunk, roaring like a feral wolf. He raised his sword once more raising the blade above his head and brought it down onto the bark, digging the blade deeper and deeper. He didn't care though. His blood was boiling and his vision was hazy with the tears already beginning to form once again. Suddenly, his mother arrived, dark tearstains trailed down the side of her face as well. Her eyes though, filled him with so much worry. He stared at her as the tears finally came free. He looked at her with a blank teary stare and a quivering lip. Robb's gloves were torn revealing torn skin but strangely, his knuckles were torn asunder. He'd managed to ruin his sword instead.

Catelyn rushed forward and held Robb tightly, wrapping her arms around his head as he wept. He trembled in his armor, resting his heavy weight onto her shoulder. He pressed his face into her dress, drenching it with tears and saliva, but she didn't care. Over and over he whimpered, I'll kill them all. Robb wasn't making a promise, it was reassurance; to her and to himself. Over and over he cried it, decreed it, begged it and Catelyn knew he was going to need all the help he can get to go through with it. Shutting her light blue Tully eyes, she clasped her son, caressing his auburn locks of curly hair and whispered into his ears.

"They have your sisters and brother…" She was calm, but deep inside a rage boiled within her. "We have to get them back and then…we will kill them all."

Catelyn sighed and left Robb to his devices, trudging through the grass and the trees. The boy turned back to the tree, boiling with anger. His hands shook with a violent fervor, never had he felt this way, not even in his battle against Ser Jaime, or when he called the banners, or even going as far back to when he had his first kill at the age of ten. No situation or event brought him to this kind of shaking rage. With clenched fists and cracking knuckles, the boy lifted his sword from the ground cocking his arm back, he shut his eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. But what he saw wasn't darkness, but instead, a small pond and Grey Wind's reflection.

Hours later…

Robb sat, confused and still contemplating what he'd come to witness earlier in the day. His fingers were clasped together as the winter winds began to drop in temperature. Just a day prior, the weather was still beating of summer and now, it seems he'd brought the Winter with him. His breath misted in front of him as it did for every other man around him. Next to him, the tall beauty, Dacey Mormont kept her eyes on each of the arguing and debating Lords of the Northern Host. Robb watched them as well, wanting to make sure no one drew their swords to clash.

Even with a flawless victory under their belts, no one still trusted each other as well as they should be. Especially with the news of his father's execution, many were already beginning to think fighting a war wouldn't be in the best interests of the North, with Winter already coming, there was no guarantee that the crops will be harvested in time. There of course, were more militant ones, specifically Greatjon Umber and his rather patriotic idealism for the North. The giant of a man sat silently while Lord Galbart Glover, among others were arguing with rude words exchanged here and there on whether or not to side with Renly or Stannis. Soon enough, more ale began to flow and insults began to flow with them.

"The proper course is clear!" Galbart roared over a few rather angry Manderly's and Cerwyn's. "We swear fealty to King Renly and we'll march on King's Landing. They say he's already amassed one hundred thousand men-"

"I've had enough." Robb sighed and rubbed his brow. "Renly cannot be king."

"H-How so, m'lord?" Galbart asked with a fearful look, other Northern lords had the same gut feeling of disgust. "You can't mean to hold to Joffrey my lord…he and his brother put your father to death!"

"That doesn't make Renly king." Robb replied, this time with a stern look on his face. "Renly is King Robert's youngest brother. If Bran can't become Lord of Winterfell before me, then that means Renly can't become king before Stannis!"

"Then do we swear fealty to Stannis?" Galbart asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Bah!" The Greatjon's boisterous voice echoed in everyone's ears. Robb leaned back in his seat, wondering what the Umber had in store for them tonight. "Hearing you squabble like handmaidens is making my ears bleed!" An applause of laughter shook many of the men and the few lady's present. "Stannis, Renly, Joffrey…here's what I say to these three kings."

Robb felt his lips curl. The Greatjon hunched over and spat on the ground, the largest blob of spit the boy had ever seen and nearly burst into laughter. He wasn't alone. Maege Mormont laughed, Lord Rickard Karstark of Karhold joined her and soon enough, even Lord Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort flashed a smile. The Northern lords repositioned their bodies for an exciting speech. The Umber rested his palm on the hilt of his sword and let out a bellowing laugh.

"Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither! Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the South?!" The Greatjon asked with a roar. "What the hells do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood?"

"Even their gods are wrong!" Greatjon added with a spiteful scoff. "It was the bloody dragons we married, and now the dragons are dead! No longer will I allow those Southern cunts and their silken robes tell me what to do! There, sits the only King I intend to bend my knee to; The King in the North!"

Greatjon drew his sword, bringing his shining blade to the ground below. Robb watched the Umber bend the knee with wide eyes. He was the most difficult one to deal with since the start and yet here he was, the first to bend the knee. Robb looked at the various Lords and Lady's watching him, waiting for his reaction. The proper course was clear indeed, Robb told himself. He rose to his feet, shoulders held back and head held high. Breaths were heard and gasps were released. His Tully eyes examined the men, waiting for their response. A great solemn silence reigned through the camp as the Lords waited for the next to come.

"I'll have peace on those terms!" Rickard Karstark shot to his feet, body clearly shaking in his heraldic-mail armor bearing the white sun of House Karstark. "They can keep their Red Castle and their Iron Chair too, the King in the North!"

"Blood of the North flows through our veins. Those southron fools will never understand our ways!" Maege drew her mace and dropped to her knee, bowing her head in reverence and respect. "The King in the North!"

"Am I your brother, now and always?" Theon Greyjoy asked.

"Now and always." Robb replied with a small nod.

"Then my sword is yours in victory and defeat, from this day until my last!" Theon joined the lords and knelt before Robb with a sword at his feet.

"The King in the North!"

"You know Naruto…" Sasuke's voice echoed into his ears. "It's not healthy that you're seeing me right now."

"It's worse that every time, I feel that I have to reply to you." Naruto groaned, pressing his face into his palms. "Why won't you disappear?!"

"Quiet, baka!" Sasuke roared. "Do you want people to hear you talking to yourself?"

"W-What?" Naruto asked with tired eyes. "Sasuke, hide! Someone's knocking on the door!"

"No, I think I'll open it." Sasuke laughed and sauntered over to the door handle, wrapping his individual fingers with a growing smirk spread across his face. "I think I'm going to annoy you as much as you used to annoy me!"

The Uchiha pulled the door open, causing Naruto's skin to pale and his eyes widen with fear. Sasuke though released a bellowing laugh and screamed Konnichiwa at the top of his lungs. Naruto felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. But for some reason whomever it was that was let into the room didn't see Sasuke. Soon enough, Bran appeared with Summer following close behind him. The two of them watched Naruto with worried eyes. Naruto was blank faced almost sickly looking. If only Bran could see what Sasuke was doing behind him.

"You know Naruto, the annoyance I'm doing right now…" Sasuke paused and released a gut-wrenching laugh. "Is nowhere near the annoyance you caused me! Think of this as extra credit on my part at least, okay? I'm trying to have fun here and you're being a prude!"

I don't understand what he's saying… Naruto thought to himself. Indeed, Sasuke was speaking in a strange foreign language filled with syllables and words like, dobe and medokusai. By the gods, Naruto thought to himself, Sasuke was beginning to speak gibberish. But between trying to not go brain-dead and listening to nothing but Sasuke's innate ramblings, Naruto missed every single words Bran had said and simply nodded his head, completely sure his answer was for the right reasons. Bran nodded his head and walked from the room, calling for Summer to come along. But just before the giant direwolf could exit the doorway, the wolf froze and turned to face the immediate direction of where Sasuke was. Summer sniffed, his eyes glowering with a deep anger. The wolf couldn't even see him and Sasuke was already labeled an enemy.

Thanks to some good thinking on Naruto's part, the direwolf soon enough exited the room, leaving Sasuke to slam the door shut before heading over to the chair he was resting in. The Uchiha picked up a wooden compass and began to pick the dirt from his fingernails with a bored expression on his face. Thankfully, Sasuke didn't have the same drive to be as annoying as possible as Naruto's past life probably did. The Uchiha smirked at Naruto and placed the wooden compass once the dirt was free from his fingernails. Neither of them spoke and it was beginning to bother Sasuke. This reincarnation was more boring than the previous but ten times more powerful. Sasuke leaned into his seat, rubbing his brow more annoyed that he was reincarnated.

But why is it that every reincarnation was an idiot, erm save for that one guy…Orys or was it Aegon. Sasuke thought to himself. Oh well. The Uchiha was done being serious and rose from his seat, heading over to the table nearby wrapping his hands around a small roll of bread, bouncing the small roll in his palm before hurling it at the bed-ridden blond. Naruto didn't even look at him, but the boy shot his hand up and caught the roll of bread with lightning fast reaction and crushed the soft bread before throwing it back at Sasuke. The Uchiha nodded his head and leaned back into the table behind him. It seems that Naruto has the skills, but he needs to be in the right situations for him to use them. Sasuke watched Naruto with blank onyx eyes, wondering what the boy was thinking but the door was opened once again, not even ten minutes after Bran had disappeared.

"My Lord…" A woman's voice sounded.

"Mayra?" Naruto asked, eyes widening slightly.

"Erm…should I go?" She asked, a blush burning into her cheeks. "You seem…out of it."

"Wait, don't go…" Naruto frowned. "We have a lot to talk about…now."

Bran yawned in despair, sliding into his riveted leather jerkin. His shoulders protected by grey spaulders. Strapped to his waist was his arming sword bearing the head of a wolf. The sun was beating upon him, peering through his window and balcony. A feeling of content flowed through his body. Joffrey was kind enough to let him and his sisters still reside in their solar. It was strange since all the men guarding the room were not longer Northmen but instead, Joffrey's personal soldiers. Bran disliked their armor choice; reminded him too much of the Lannister man-at-arms light plate armor. If anything, the only difference was the color scheme no longer bearing the color red or black.

Their helmets weren't as ornate as the Lannisters, but rather, gold colored sallets, the standard helmet among the armies of the Seven Kingdoms. There were some though with kettle helmets and some without helmets at all. Bran hated the way they looked, reminding him of the men he had to kill that day. They watched them with dark looks in their eyes and some of them gave his sisters leering looks, especially Sansa and it made Bran's stomach churn. He was sure that if any of them laid a hand on his sisters he was going to remove the hand and their heads. Bran's a prisoner and his sisters were too, and the three of them were bound to be tormented by Joffrey and his ruthless idiocy.

He was no longer going to cry. Never was he going to cry again. Thanks to a few slaps and punches from Lady Taerina and a deep talk from Ser Delran, Bran had grown and matured. He is the man of the Stark Household here in King's Landing and crying wasn't going to make him any better. Crying wasn't going to make his enemies fear him. If anything, crying was going to make him look weak, vulnerable; a target. Bran headed through the solar, his armor ringing and flapping with each step. Many thoughts swirled through his tired mind and none of them were up to any good.

The only thing he could think of though, was putting a sword through Joffrey's gut long enough to see the light disappear from his annoying green eyes. To call the young Stark angry and hateful was an understatement, at least that's what he was aiming for. The glare, the spite; every negative emotion was swirling in his brown eyes but Bran was waiting for the right enemy to exact his building wrath upon. With many men and boys in King's Landing leaving their shit filled hovels they call home and joining Joffrey's Royal Army, Bran knew that it was only a matter of time before he and Naruto were forced to the fronts. He hoped Lady Taerina and Ser Delran weren't forced as well, but knowing Joffrey, Bran had a feeling that wasn't going to be the case.

His elder sister, Arya, was training with Syrio in the Queen's solar like she always had been since a week after the death of his father. Cersei was kind to the three of them, feeding them, clothing them, protecting them. Not only them, but the direwolves as well. All of them knew Joffrey's animosity towards them and the Queen was doing all she can to keep his claws from digging into the wolves. Bran frowned when his thoughts landed on his eldest sister.

Sansa was spending her time with Joffrey, as per the Queen's orders. Sansa though, never once complained, nor did she ever try to fight back. She followed Joffrey like a lost puppy and every time the subject of the elder fool made Bran's blood boil. He barred his teeth, clenching his fist around the hilt of his arming sword, shaking in his armor. Her sacrifice of happiness and her sanity to Joffrey was in vain. Their father is dead and Naruto was broken, ruined in the mind and even began to say a series of names, nine in total every night in his sleep.

Shukaku, Matatabi, Isobu, Son Goku, Kokuo, Saiken, Chomei, Gyuki, Kurama. Bran repeated their names in the exact order. Naruto said those names in that exact order, never deviating, never forgetting. But those names weren't the only ones. Bran remembered one specifically. It was almost as if Naruto was having a full conversation with the none existent person. Sasuke, he called him. Who in seven hells is Sasuke? None of this is making sense; what, by the old and the new gods, did they do to him?

Naruto mumbled more, whimpered more and barely met eye contact anymore. His eyes were always planted behind him, always looking anywhere but him. Conversations became tedious since Naruto's attention was always on something else, almost as if he were seeing specters or ghosts. It was aggravating to the Stark. Naruto was probably the strongest boy he'd ever seen but Joffrey took advantage of Naruto and tortured him into submission. Bran had a feeling that this wasn't permanent. At least he'd hoped he was going to be right once again. These feelings in his gut and these ridiculous dreams were only proving him to have the same power as Arya and Rickon from what Arya told him.

Bran shook his head of those thoughts. After all, he was having the same dreams. Dreams of nine tailed foxes strangling a wolves, dragons and bushes of roses and thorns. It was a fox that could easily trample the Red Keep, hells, trample all of King's Landing with a single swing of its tails. It was massive, towering over everything he's ever seen in his life. With eyes as red as blood and filled with more hatred than anything he'd ever been graced to witness. It was easily more hatred than anything Bran felt he could muster. It was powerful and horrifying to behold, and yet…beautiful. Bran wanted that beast to appear and tear this city to the ground. It was a place of hypocrites and liars.

He pressed his hand against hi sweaty brow. It was barely midday and he was already thinking of ways for the people around him to die. A spiteful laugh escaped his lips. Of all the things he'd be wishing on anyone, it just had to be death. If he was still in Winterfell, Bran doubted he'd be thinking things like that, death threats and all. If he was still in Winterfell, he doubted he would have killed as many people as he's already killed here. He shook slightly, the faces of the men he'd killed flashing in his mind. They were undisciplined and moved with a cocky misplacement that made them open targets. Bran did what he thought he had to do to protect his sisters, but he didn't expect them to die so easily. Maybe they were after all just sacks of meat and blood just waiting to pop like a pork sausage.

He headed from the solar, eyeing the guards as they watched him with a close eye. Their face following him to a tee. Bran hated their armor and their faces. He hated their looks and he especially hated the air they carried with them. Most of these men were flea bottom dwellers, homeless, orphans, murderers. They joined because of the one hundred silver piece monthly salary that each soldier would receive. How the crown would be able to afford such an expense confused Bran in every which way. Last he remembered, the Crown was in debt beyond all recognition. So with this expenditure, Bran knew that there was going to be no way in any of the seven hells that the Crown was going to pay this off.

"I need to find Naruto and speak to him." Bran frowned. "This is getting bad."

"I did as I was tasked." Mayra said with a blank tone.

Hardyn and Kathryn sat with Lord Baelish going over a ledger of names. The three of them talked amongst themselves, giving Mayra small looks, gazing at her, from head to toe. Kathryn of course had a small sickening smirk played across her face, almost as if she was coming up with those little fantasies in her mind. Mayra was of course as quiet as ever, waiting for Lord Baelish's verdict. New mission, or dismissal back to spying on Lord Varys. Nevertheless, she knew that neither was going to be healthy for her mind. All of this back and forth, lying here, lying there, was beginning to get to her; spying for Varys, spying for Baelish, 'spying for Joffrey'.

She kept her eyes planted on the image of the seven-pointed star of the Faith. The three of them were eyeing her with lecherous grins. It took all she had to not give them disgusted looks. She was certain that Lord Baelish knew nothing of her association with Lord Varys in other ways than spying. She was certain that Hardyn and Kathryn were oblivious to her double-agent status among them. She knew that Kathryn would have a hissy-fit. Oh well, the girl thought. She was the best at what she did and Kathryn couldn't ever hope to compare. Her hands slid to her back, clasping her fingers together. Baelish suddenly stood with Hardyn and Kathryn rising with him.

"Wonderful work, Mayra." Baelish smiled and traced his thumb against her chin. "I expect you to continue to spy on the prince. Keep him close in any way possible."

"What of us, my Lord?" Hardyn asked.

"Hardyn, you are to continue to give Joffrey advice and bring him closer to executing my plans." Baelish said with a calm voice. "And Kathryn, I'm sending you as an envoy to King Renly as a handmaiden for Lady Margaery Tyrell. You are to leave on the marrow."

The three spies bowed to the man and took off in all directions leaving the Lord alone. The smirk never left his face. Baelish swiftly collapsed into his seat and rested his knuckles against his chin. As he always said, chaos is a ladder and he was going to be the one to make the climb. At the end of the journey lied something worth more than all gold in the world; power. War was just a means to an end; religion was just a means to an end; it was all about the ending itself. Power. Baelish wanted more and the more power he had, the more he ran, the more he controlled. He told himself every day since the beginning of his lordship; Westeros could burn to ash for all he cared, as long as he is King, he'll be a happy man.

It was no matter; he may not be the King, but Joffrey was his puppet. If the boy wasn't yet, it wouldn't be long before he became one. Baelish leaned into his chair, thinking of the various men and women he'd been manipulating from the start. Varys, Pycelle, Lord Stark, Queen Cersei, Lord Tywin, Lady Catelyn. The list could go on and on for as long as one could ever hope and Baelish was hoping that he could add more names to that list. Manipulation was the greatest gift the man could ever hope for and manipulation was what he was going to do. Naruto was weak and still ripe for the taking. With Joffrey currently trying to brainwash his brother, Baelish wanted to make Joffrey turn Naruto to see things his way.

With the King on his side and a prince as powerful as Naruto, Baelish knew he'd be unstoppable. But if he was any good with manipulation, he knew that manipulation was useless without patience. Patience was key to everything. That was the one trait that both Naruto and Joffrey lacked. Joffrey went ahead to spend millions of silver pieces and gold pieces to pay for his new army and Naruto…Baelish wanted to laugh. No matter, the foreigner smiled. He repositioned his body in his seat. He had reasons for sending Mayra specifically. The girl was acting suspiciously and Baelish was a bit worried that she may be working against his interests. Either way, if she went to war with Naruto, she was undoubtedly going to die; if not, that meant she was of more use to him than any of his spies.

A Royal Army that accepted people of all races and genders. Baelish wanted to sputter and die of laughter, but that would be unbecoming of someone of his stature. Joffrey sure thought well on his own in deciding to make this Army accept any and all from all walks of life. Flea Bottom should be renamed The Desolate for how empty it was for the last month. It wasn't only Flea Bottom, various parts of King's Landing were beginning to empty out for every able-bodied man and woman available were signing up for the King's Army to receive the one hundred silver monthly salary for their own personal reasons. It was a new idea, Baelish though, it can be improved on soon enough. At least Joffrey didn't do away with lordships and the Bannerman forces.

With help from Hardyn, Baelish was able to convince Joffrey to allow the Lords of the Crownlands to continue their lordship of their holdfasts and towns. They were to become Generals in charge of different sections of the army with their families leading various parts of the sections assigned to them. Lord Rosby and House Rosby specifically, was assigned a large - mostly cavalry - section and ordered to reinforce the army besieging Maidenpool. Lord Renfred Rykker and his son Branden Rykker were in charge of the new Royal Fleet with over two hundred ships at their command. The Lords of House Blount, House Byrch and House Cressey were going to be Generals of the vanguard to fight Lord Stannis should he come down through Crackclaw Point or even through the Vale.

Nevertheless, Baelish was excited for this war. This had to have been the most success he's had in any ploys that he'd put forth before. Hopefully, this success wasn't a fluke, and this time, hopefully, the success was going to be long-lasted. Baelish was going to be the one to build this great continent up from the ashes that it was to be reduced to. Through war and deceit, Baelish was going to succeed. Joffrey was no King; Robb Stark was no King; Renly was no King; Stannis was no King. Petyr didn't think much of himself being a King, but he just wanted the power, he wanted to hold the world in his palms; no matter the price.

"Joffrey…" Naruto gave his brother a blank look, eyes dull and seemed like brittle steel. "What do you want, Your Grace…"

"Why are you talking so down?" Joffrey asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're not one to openly give respect like that."

"What's the point?" Naruto asked.

"Are you bloody kidding me?" Joffrey asked with a frown. "Look at me so I can see your face…"

Naruto complied immediately, feeling a quick rush of pain speed through his face and body. The prince was expecting Joffrey to insult him and belittle him, but Joffrey simply nodded his head, showing what seemed to be a look of sympathy. The prince didn't even think that Joffrey knew how to show that kind of emotion. The king sat on the side of the bed, green eyes locking with Naruto's sapphire.

"I'll make sure those men are executed." Joffrey frowned.

"Didn't you order them to do this to me?!" Naruto glared, barring his teeth.

"I ordered your torture." Joffrey admitted. "I said to break you; not mutilate you. How in seven hells am I going to send you off to marry a Reach Lady? No woman in any of the Seven Kingdoms would find you attractive now that your face has been torn asunder."

"Why…" Naruto said with tears building in his eyes. "I know that you hate me-"

"Hate you?" Joffrey gave Naruto an incredulous look. "I don't hate you…I'm envious of you. I only ordered the torture for a single reason."

"And what is that…?" Naruto asked his mind filling with a soft cool.

"I needed to trust you again." Joffrey glared. "You killed ten of our household guards and you attempted to aid the traitor, Ned Stark's children to escape. You do realize what that had the possibility of doing to our family's grasp on the Kingdoms?"

"I do…" Naruto nodded. "But what did Ned Stark do so wrong that you wanted to have him executed?"

"Here." Joffrey frowned. "Read it."

"Y-You can't be serious!" Naruto's blue eyes widened with fear and disgust. "Lord Stark would never-"

"He confronted mother one day." Joffrey said with a glare. "My spies told me what he did. He threatened her life and our own. He called us products of incest between mother and Uncle Jaime…"

"But…" Naruto shook with tears building in his eyes. "You threatened mother too, how am I going to-"

"She slapped me in front of over eighty men working on the redecorating the Throne Room." Joffrey replied with a dark look. "She slapped me in front of my subjects who by the way, had just learned that I and all my own siblings are born of incest! I needed to assert my position as king and telling Mother how it is was the only way to solidify my claim."

"None of this is making sense…" Naruto leaned his head into his headboard.

"That's not all." Joffrey glared and tossed his brother two other sheets of paper. "Uncle Stannis and Uncle Renly have decided to believe the words of a liar and a traitor and crowned themselves King."

"But we're not born of incest!" Naruto shouted.

"I know that!" Joffrey shouted back. "They won't believe anything we say…Naruto this is why I've come to you."

Suddenly, the door shot open revealing Bran dressed in his armor and his sword at his side. Brown eyes locked with Joffrey's green eyes and Bran nearly drew his sword. In the instant that Bran's hand wrapped around the handle, Naruto called out to the Stark, freezing him in his steps. He stared in anger at the King sitting on Naruto's bed. The Hound gave Bran a silent gaze then pulled the Stark into the room, setting him at his side.

"Renly has amassed over one hundred thousand men made of his levies in the Stormlands and levies from the Tyrells and their bannermen." Joffrey sighed. "Uncle Stannis has a little under half that amount and already holds most of Crackclaw Point thanks to the Stormlords loyal to him."

"Robb Stark crowned himself King in the North and demands the secession of the North from the Iron Throne and specifically asked for your head." Joffrey said with a calm voice. The King nearly smirked when Naruto's body clenched and froze.

Me?! Naruto's eyes went wide, his body ran cold. But…fuck.

"Grandfather is spread thin and has lost three battles out of three battles." Joffrey said with a frown. "Robb Stark has personally won every single battle he's fought and has many of father's bannermen on the retreat or defensive. As of now two Northern hosts are besieging Pinkmaiden and the Golden Tooth with Robb Stark on his way to the Banefort."

"If you think I'm done, think again, little brother." Joffrey sighed. "Uncle Renly is stupid and not that great of a strategist; thankfully after receiving a raven from grandfather, I was told to send a force of five hundred foot and one hundred cavalry to besiege Tumbleton. Taking Tumbleton will grant us a perfect opening to the rest of the Stormlands through the Reach's northernmost city."

"Who's to go?" Naruto asked.

"You are." Joffrey replied.

"W-What?!"

"I trust you, brother." Joffrey smiled. "I'm sending you because who more to send than my own brother?"

"Is this some sort of trick to get me killed-"

"Believe it or not, Mother convinced me." Joffrey said with a frown. "She said it'll be better if you led the charge south because of your proven skill in battle. Whereas I will be fighting against Uncle Stannis."

"Y-You, fight?!" Naruto asked with even wider eyes.

"If you think I'll let you get more glory than me, the King…" Joffrey shook his head in disgust. "Think again little brother. If you won't do this for me, do this for the rest of our family. Imagine what they'll do to Tommen…I believe there would be a spike with his head upon it and Mother's and Myrcella's will join him; but of course, that'll be after men of their armies rape them into submission. Is that what you want to happen?"

"No, of course not!" Naruto shouted, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Then good." Joffrey rose from the bed once more and headed to the door. "You leave on the morrow."

For those who are saying Robb shouldn't hate Naruto
In the world of Westeros and the Medieval world as a whole
A man's word meant everything, so when Robb received word of Naruto killing his father
The only thing he could think of was the promise Naruto made to him before leaving Winterfell
Which is a promise that Naruto broke.

So that brings us to this rift between friends that will be exploited as the story continues.
And another thing, even if Robb didn't believe the raven's message, his Bannermen would
definitely believe it. They would immediately rebel and kill Robb if he doesn't go through with trying to kill Joffrey and Naruto
Especially now that he's King in the North :o
I'm having fun here lol

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I know this chapter was shitty lol

Ja ne!

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