Bran fell with a quiet wail and hit the ground back first. I knew he would only be unconscious at this point; that would change. There must be no way for Jon Snow to find out about his heritage...

Therefore I walked calmly down the steps of the tower, "Uncle'' Jaime following behind -by this time he had redressed.-

"Joffrey, we need to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about father, it is what it is, nothing will change. Just make sure no one finds out."

He said nothing to that.

By this point we had reached the bottom of the stairs, no one had yet entered the courtyard so Bran was undiscovered, for now. I picked up Bran's body and once again climbed the stairs. I re-entered the room, Cersei (now dressed again) looked at me with a bemused expression on her face. As explanation I said "He is still breathing." Then I walked over to the window. Propped Bran's limp body on the ledge, and pushed him. Again. He landed head first this time, I winced at the sound of his neck breaking, Brandon Stark was dead.

Mother came over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you" she whispered before leaving with Jaime. I watched them through the window as they snuck out of the tower and re-entered the castle. I sighed as I thought about what I had done, I despised myself for it but it had to be done. For a better future...

I pretended to find the body around 2 minutes later, as if I were on my way to the stables. I rushed inside and ran to the Maester, screaming at him that Bran was on the floor not moving, I also pretended to mourn for the boy I had just met and killed. I lied to Lord and Lady Stark, telling them how sorry I was. I acted solemn when breaking my fast with the Starks and yet had civil; sometimes cheery conversation when breaking my fast with my family.

Time Skip

It was no surprise to me when I was called into the Lord's Solar a few days later.

I knocked on the door before I entered. There sitting in the chair, usually reserved for the Lord. Was my 'father' Robert Baratheon. He looked at me with a smile on his face. I nodded to him and then Lord Stark (who was standing next to the window) in greeting.

"Joffrey, me and Ned have decided to finally bind our families together. You will marry his eldest daughter Sansa."

Of course. I couldn't really refuse. I knew how much 'father' has wanted this, ever since his marriage to Lyanna Stark was ruined. But it was just really annoying, Sansa was so gullible and easy to manipulate until Joffrey literally beat her into being a strong, independent woman. She was so unsuited to the vile, intrigue pit of Kings Landing. I said as much to 'father.' "Are you sure father? From what I've seen, Lady Stark is very innocent and not suited to the kind of place that Kings Landing is like. No offence Lord Stark." I added at the end. The last thing I wanted to do is insult my strongest ally! The fact that I murdered his son is irrelevant...

"Bah! She'll be fine, it's about time our families were linked by marriage!" Well, it was worth a try.

"Of course, father. As you say." His eyes lit up in jubilation. "There we go Ned, I told you he'd be happy to marry Sansa now we can finally join our families together!" He was beaming in happiness, it was a sight to see.

Ned managed a forced smile, that convinced nobody before he stood up, bowed slightly with a mutter of "Your Grace, My Prince." Before he walked out of the solar.

Meanwhile my 'father' watched him sorrowfully before I stood up, nodded to him and walked out too.

Time Skip

I was trying to befriend the Stark siblings after all, how could the 'kind' 'friendly' Prince Joffrey be the one to kill Bran. This is only a precautionary measure, I am hoping that no one considers that Bran was murdered but who knows what could happen. After all the Game has been changed, and as mother says: "When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die." And I am very much going to win...

So far I had Sansa around my finger. Though she has been infatuated with me from the beginning and by actually talking to Jon and training with him; including him in activities, he had warmed to me immensely. Arya practically adored me because I practised with her and had gifted her a small sword, somewhat similar to 'Needle' in size but it's blade was shaped like an actual sword. Robb was neither here nor there, he seemed to like me and he seemed to enjoy my company however unlike Jon I wouldn't consider him a friend. But he definitely wasn't someone to be concerned about in terms of plotting against me. Someone who abhorred me however was Catelyn Stark. She seemed to despise my presence due to the fact that I treated Jon with kindness and like a normal human being. Whether she was an active threat however was yet to be determined.

Time Skip

It was time for the last feast before we were due to leave tomorrow. Everyone had been gathered from nobles to smallfolk alike. I had been sat at the high table talking to my mother and Sansa. This time what I was telling Sansa was true. For example I had won a tourney, though only because "uncle" Jaime and Ser Barristan were not competing.

Throughout my conversation with my family and the Starks I noticed that Jon was missing. Noticing an opportunity to endear the Starks -bar Catelyn- to me I asked Robb "where's Jon?"

He replied with venom in his voice. "Mother said it would insult your family if a bastard was at the high table."

"Well I'm insulted that he isn't here." And with that I stood up. And with a Professor Snape like twirl stormed out of the great hall, silence in my wake.

I found Jon outside talking to his uncle Benjen, I must have arrived at the right time as he was just complaining about being left outside, therefore I made myself known immediately. "Jon, what are you doing outside?" I asked, just as pretence.

"Lady Catelyn decided it would be best for me to not attend the feast, in case I insulted your Royal parents." He murmured gloomily.

In reply I said "Jon, my father and mother couldn't care less if you're a bastard or not, you've been good to me and that's all that matters, you should not have been left out like a dog!" The bit about my mother is a bit of a lie but at this point she is in no position to say anything. "So this is what's going to happen you are going to walk in there with me and you are going to sit next to my Queen Mother and you will talk to her. Meanwhile, I will talk to Lady Stark to make sure she knows what's going on." At this point he was looking more and more anxious. His Uncle Benjen was looking as if he was trying not to hug me out of appreciation. "And then, just to shove it at that bitch, I will get my father to give you a little gift ok?"

"What gift?" He said apprehensively.

"You'll find out, now come. Excuse us Lord Benjen, you are welcome to join us if you wish."

"I think I will, thank you My Prince." He said and as a threesome we walked towards the hall.

When we arrived at the feast everyone went silent. I entered first with Jon just one step behind me. Our footsteps echoed on the hard floor of the hall, echoing around off the solid walls. As we got to the High Table I made a big deal about seating Jon, I pulled his chair back and slid it back in. Then I walked over to Lady Stark and said loud enough for everyone to hear. "You may see him as a stain on your house and on your honour. But that gives you no right to lock him outside as if he were a dog, Jon Snow is my friend. And he won't be a Snow for much longer..."

She looked at me with pure abhorrence on her face as she began to understand what I said. Then I walked over to my 'father' the King. I whispered into his ear. "Jon Snow has been treated cruelly his entire life for something he cannot control. This man, you're best friend's son has always wanted a better life. This is your opportunity to do it for him. Father I ask you to legitimise Jon Snow. You don't have to give him Winterfell but please make him as much of a Stark as his father." After that, I calmly walked over to a seat that had been pulled up by a maid and sat down. Right next to Catelyn Stark.

The feast then continued. For around another hour people laughed, sung, ate, talked and one person kept staring at me, with a look that could turn me to stone. Then the king stood up and everyone went silent.

"I have an announcement to make." He was slurring his words a bit but everyone still listened and submitted to him. This was the power of a king.

"Eddard and I have come to the conclusion that it is about fucking time that our families were united. Therefore, my son the Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon will marry Sansa Stark, Lord Starks eldest daughter." Cheers roared through the hall and people started talking once more. "Silence!" Roared the king and once again silence reigned. "Furthermore, I have decided that Lord Eddard's son will be given a chance to be respected for what he is: a Stark. Therefore I King Robert of House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm hereby legitimise Jon Snow and give him the name of Jon Stark. He will not inherit Winterfell unless all Starks before him are no longer in the line of succession but he will forevermore have the protection of House Stark."

Once again cheers rang out across the hall and the feast started once more. Jon was crying in happiness and all the Starks were patting him on the back; even Sansa was hugging him. The only person who wasn't was Lady Catelyn.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because Jon is my friend and a good person, he deserves a better life than what you were planning to give him." And with that I stood up and walked out of the hall.

Time Skip

The time had come to leave Winterfell and make our way back to Kings Landing. Despite his legitimisation Jon has decided to still go to the Wall, though I told him to write to me if he ever needed something. This way when the Others come I have some warning. The Royal Procession will go with Lord Stark, my betrothed Sansa and Arya to Kings Landing while Jon, Benjen and the other Nights Watch recruits (along with 'Uncle' Tyrion) will head to The Wall.

Soon the throne will be mine and I vow that I will do a better job than my 'father.' I will be a good King!