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Eddard Stark:
The sun shone in the sky as he passed under the Iron Gate. The reconstruction of King's Landing had already gone ahead, shops reopening and people bustling about with a renewed hope in their new king. Heading towards where the remnants of his army remained, guards in tow, he pondered the discussion he had with his brother in all but blood.
"Ned." came the deep baritone voice of his oldest friend, and soon to be king, Robert Baratheon. It lacked the fire that he was often known for. "Why? Why did she have to die?"
"Those at fault are dead, there are none left". And Ned was happy for it, everything could be put in the past and they could move on.
"Good." There was something dark that grew in his voice as Robert continued, "And soon the last of the Dragons will be crushed as well"
Ned hated this. Not telling everything to his friend. The temptation was there, thinking of the times back in the Eyrie where they were as thick as thieves, but then he would think of his nephew's purple eyes and imagine them soulless and splattered with blood.
Robert then brightened up and a smirk splayed across his face, "But what is this I heard about a bastard ..."
"Lord Stark!" boomed a northern voice, cutting above the din of the breaking camp, and Ned realized he had made it to camp engrossed in his thoughts. He turned to see the hulking form of the Greatjon walking towards him. He, along with Lord Rickard Karstark and Lord Wyman Manderly, were the lords left in charge of the remaining army while the other Lords took the majority of the army back North."The camps about gotten together, just another couple minutes and we'll be off"
Ned nodded in gratefulness. He was tired of the south, and all he had lost here, and just wanted to be back North. "Thank you Lord Umber, let us be off and back home"
"Aye, I loved killing me some southerners but it's time to rest these weary bones. Haha" the Greatjon as loud and blunt as ever was a breath of fresh air after spending so much time amongst, as the Greatjon would call them, southern Lordlings. Ned started to walk off when he heard "I heard about Brandon's boy, wonder how he'll turn out. Wild as his father maybe. Haha" he boomed as he walked off to find his horse.
Ned could only sigh as he mounted his horse and prepared to ride off, and away from the shit smelling city.
Jon Arryn:
Jon Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, and Warden of the East could only sigh as he watched his son in all but blood walk off. So much had been piled on his two foster sons in this past year. So many dead, his own heir included, but now the realm needed to heal.
He turned away thinking of Ned, and how Ned was to step up into the seat of being Lord Paramount of the North. Shy, quiet Ned, now a father in his own right if he had heard right. A small smile grew on his face, though it dipped a bit when he also remembered hearing about a babe, brought back from Dorne with purple eyes and a stark face and hair.
He remembered first hearing about it and thinking for a brief moment, of a Silver Prince with purple eyes running off with a Stark girl, but immediately shook it off. Ned could never and would never lie to him. Not about something that important, though his doubts grew a bit when thinking of the Targaryan children, but he shook it off. It was Brandon's, it had to be.
"Jon!" He could only sighed again as he heard Robert calling for him, and wondered if this would be how he would spend the rest of his days, running after Robert, just like in the Eyrie.
Tywin Lannister:
"Lord Stark has left the city, my Lord" Tywin, turned to face his brother, Kevan Lannister. Robert Baratheon had thrown everything aside as soon as word had reached that Lord Stark had been arriving within the hour. Tywin had to hold the grimace at the thought of Lord Stark staying for longer, and disrupting everything with nary a word.
"Good. We need to focus the King back on us, and get the wedding sealed" Tywin commanded and Kevan nodded and left the room to no doubt get started on just that. Tywin thought about the rumoured babe that had come from Dorne. Bastards could be powerful tools but then he shook his head, he needed to focus on what was important. Getting his family back into being the power in King's Landing, not on bastard babes from the dreary North. Tywin nodded to himself and went back to his work on his desk, one final thought on the Starks, good riddance.
Varys:
Varys could only spare a few minutes to ponder the true nature of the babe in Lord Stark's retinue. Startfall and the North were hard places to infiltrate. One an Island and mistrustful of outsiders, and the other mistrustful as well as not being very hospitable to his little birds. But who knows, he could find out some day, right now he needed to integrate himself with the current regime.