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Chapter 2
Percy sat somberly at his table barely touching the food on his plate, he didn't have much of an appetite. It wasn't because of a hangover, such as Luke, but because of what he saw in his dreams last night. Part of Percy had hoped that being reborn would mean his demigod dreams would cease to exist, unfortunately that was not to be. He had saw himself alone in the godswood of Winterfell. His friends slain before him and their blood soaking into the snow below. Percy himself was kneeled over clutching his bleeding stomach, blood spilling from his mouth. The Night King stood over him seemingly smirking down at Percy. In the Night Kings hand was a large ice blade, Percy looked up at the monster as it raised its hands above his head. His dead friends began to rise up, their eyes bright blue, their skin deathly pale. Percy couldn't wake up, couldn't move as he watched as his friends began to walk towards him their weapons drawn. Then when they were close enough the Night King slammed his ice blade downwards and all Percy could do was raise his hands in defense.
The sight of his friends becoming White Walkers horrified him, even if he had seen it before the last time they had tried and failed to fight the White Walkers. Annabeth, Piper, Nico, Hazel, Frank, the Stolls, and even Leo had parishes to the White Walkers, before rising as one of them. The scene had horrified him once before, and to see his remaining friends along with his new family just worsened his worry.
Percy had done his best to put a wall up in his mind to forget all the pain he had witnessed in his past life. When he was reborn he used to wake up screaming as he relieved Tarturas, reliving the experience in his dream. Percy had gone to his lowest points while in that pit and even if the events were seventeen years ago Percy could still remember them as if they were yesterday. Even know if he thought about it to long he could tell how the fire burned going down his throat. He remembered how he and Annabeth kept each other alive and kept each other going each would have died without the other which left Percy wondering how he was ever going to manage to win this war without her.
The sudden sound of a glass being set on the table brought Percy back from his mind and he looked up to see his mother smiling down at him. Percy nodded towards her and she sat down across from him.
"How are you this morning?" She asked him lightly, "You look very pale. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes I'm fine," Percy lied smoothly, "I just may have drank slightly to much last night."
"Perseus," Her mother scolded lightly, "You're far to young to be drinking your sorrows away.
If only she knew, Percy thought to himself as he reached out towards his own water and took a long drink. After each swallow he could feel the water start to slowly ease his nerves.
"It wasn't sorrow," Percy informed her, "It was simply for enjoyment." Her mother rolled her eyes at him as she began to eat her food. Percy's mind once again began to wander before her mother reached out and touched his hand.
"You used to tell me what you saw in your nightmares Perseus," she said her voiced in a hushed whisper. Percy let out a sigh as he looked up towards her, his mothers emerald green eyes showing worry for her eldest son while Percy's sea green lightly stared back.
"Mother," Percy warned, "They're just dreams."
"They've been getting worse haven't they?" She asked, "Perseus what is haunting you?" Percy bit his lip in frustration knowing he couldn't tell his mother the truth, she wouldn't understand any of it. Percy himself would have been roughly his mothers age if he had never been reborn, which allowed him a sense of maturity which many people respected. His mother however would beg to differ saying Percy grew up to quick and that he never got to enjoy the wonders of childhood as he had started training on his tenth name day.
"Nothing mother I just had to much to drink last night," Percy lied, "I promise you I'm okay." His mothers grip on his hand didn't loosen and she opened her mouth to say something else before Percy's little brother, Tommen, was suddenly at their table.
"Mother may I have more to eat?" He asked urgently causing Percy to chuckle slightly.
"Not until your father has eaten," Cersei stated resulting in the young boy to pout slightly. Sighing Percy reached over to his plate grabbing his biscuit and handing it to his little brother sending him a wink.
"Thank you Perseus!" Tommen exclaimed giddily before rushing back over towards his table where his other siblings were sitting, noticing that Thalia was not with them. Changing the subject quickly with his mother he asked where she was thus finally Cersei released her grip from Percy's hand.
"Her father plans on having her stay here in the North and to decide whether she would like to marry Robb Stark," his mother informed him, while her voice was smooth in delivery her face was one of frustration and annoyance of The King trying to marry off her daughter.
"So we'll be staying in the North longer then?" Percy asked, "Until she makes her choice?"
"No, your father believes the reason you are so indecisive is because you only had a week with the Tyrell girl, he doesn't want to make the same mistake twice. Thalia will stay here until she makes her choice."
"Oh she's not going to like that," Percy grumbled to himself knowing Thalia wouldn't be to keen on the idea. While the four demigods had discussed how to keep the North close to them after the death of the King and Lord Stark, most of it relied on Percy being able to befriend the Heir to the North, keeping the relationship friendly. While it had been Thalia herself that brought up the idea of marriage, she herself wasn't to keen on the idea as the four demigods had wanted to stay together knowing they would be safer and most likely unbeatable.
"Well yes, and since you're indecisive he fears she will be as well," His mother stated, "So he's also going to have Joffrey marry Sansa Stark, and that one is arranged."
"Seems like a bit of overkill to me," Percy stated shrugging as he finally took a bite out of the food on his plate.
"Perhaps," His mother shrugged, "When you are King you will understand the necessities. The North will be United to the crown through marriage, the east is controlled by your mothers side, and if you decide to marry Margaery you'll have the south as well. Your family name already gives you undeniable loyalty through the Stormlands. Marriage brings peace son, nobody wants to go to war with their own family." Percy listened to his mothers words and couldn't deny that it made a lot of sense. In reality the only thing missing was Dorne and the Riverlands, which were no real concern to Percy. Dorne was as far south as Winterfell was north, even if relationships were strained. The Riverlands was however somewhat concerning if a war broke out throughout the realms they would be split. A large amount would take arms with the North, whom they have good relationships with, while the others would either stay neutral or help the crown.
However as Percy debated this in his mind he once again eyed his siblings table to see Joffrey staring at Percy with an expression of loathing.
"Yes, who would want to go to war with family?" Percy asked his mother his eyes still on Joffery, "It's not like families to get into heated arguments or to go behind one another's back and stab them."
"In theory it's the perfect plan, but yes there can always be complications," His mother agreed, not noticing Percy and Joffrey's stare down. Annoyed by his bratty little brother, who hated Percy for just being born above him and having the attention for being a blessed child. Percy hated Joffrey because of who he was, a little brat who was on the verge of becoming psychopath. Annoyed by his brothers jealously of a simple conversation with his mother, who he rarely got to speak to Percy eyed Joffreys cup, a small tug in his stomach later the water rose up and out of the glass before smashing into the blonde boys face causing him to fall out of his chair.
Smirking to himself slightly Percy stood up and wished his mother goodbye before exiting the hall, knowing he had a lot more he had to accomplish today then he previously thought.
Once her son left Cersei pushed her lips together in frustration and her heavy emotions weighed down on her even more. She missed when her first born child was still a toddler needing her guidance and assistance. Now Perseus was nearing his eighteenth name day, and needed none of that from her. Her eldest son was now a man, already a more mature and well mannered one then the King leaving Cersei to wonder how Robert was ever his father. He was independent in most regards, and would regularly spend his time outside of the Red Keep, and by the beaches. She had found him there several times standing ankle deep in the water, his Trident he had made in his hands while he controlled the sea with his mind. It was a facinating sight to behold, however on his twelfth name day she had found him there as well, asleep mindlessly on the beach her younger brother Luke watching him as he had been assigned to do when the seas became violent.
She wouldn't have even dreamed of what she saw that day, her son suddenly thrashing out in his sleep, unable to be awakened by Luke's violent shaking while the seas became emeresed in a violent rage. The winds became so strong that they blew the Queen onto the sand, until suddenly the sea became nothing but ice.
"Annabeth," his son had cried out, "As long as were always together, it doesn't matter." Then without warning the layers of ice melted until the sea itself began to boil, random fish and sea turtles began to wash up with each passing wave while crabs desperately tried to escape the heated water. When her son finally did awaken he had shot up his sea green eyes darker, sweat coating his face.
That was the day Perseus had became distant, as for the first time his mother had witnessed what happened to her son when he closed his eyes to sleep. She had Luke keep her informed about what was happening but all she could manage to get out of her younger sibling was that he was having visions, things the gods needed to show him. That was the first time Cersei herself had realized the reasons for the random storms in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Her two eldest children, when they had these visions would unknowingly cause chaotic storms. Last night had been the first time in awhile since anything odd had happened, she knew it was her firstborn as her wine had frozen in the middle of the night, so cold that the glass itself had become unbearable to hold before it shattered.
She was fearful for her sons life, while at the same time being unable to help him in anyways as Perseus seemed uninterested in wanting help or even going out of his way to pay Cersei a visit. They had become somewhat disconnected, leaving her feel utterly useless and as a mother that tore her apart on the inside. As Perseus was her firstborn and even if he wasn't a child of her true lover, Jamie, she loved him more than anything else in this world.
"Please tell me we're here to get drunk," Luke murmered as he entered Percy's quarters where the three other demigods had already met.
"Not exactly," Perseus muttered before handing his uncle an already filled glass, "But you're going to need this." Luke raised an eyebrow at Percy but did accept the glass immediately taking a small sip.
"You know alcoholism is as much a problem now as it was back in our day," Jason muttered, his statement contradictory from his actions as he himself took a long hard drink from his wine glass.
"I'll just die from the bacteria in the water then," Luke grumbled, "Besides it's cold as fuck up here." Percy nodded in agreement before tossing another log into the fire, the wood crackling as he did so.
"So, whats going on?"
"Robert plans on me choosing to marry Robb Stark," Thalia informed him.
"You're right I do need this," Luke murmered as he quickly gulped down his glass before saying, "So are we doing the whole I'll have an answer in two years because the gods proclaimed it type lie or Thalia took a vow to never love a man truth?"
"Well we can't exactly tell the truth," Percy stated, "And her past vows dont apply anymore, she's been reborn as have all of us."
"I don't get it, isn't Joffrey and Sansa enough?" Jason asked annoyed, "Were safer when together and now Thalia is going to be stuck up in the north until she either says yes or no, and if she says no it will most likely be seen as an insult to the Starks and then Robb Stark no longer likes us."
"I'm sure she could say no," Percy mumbled, "Not sure exactly if that's the smartest choice."
"If we don't have the North, we will lose the Long Night," Luke reminded everyone, "We need the seven kingdoms united."
"Well we can't just let her marry him!" Jason grumbled, "We haven't even spoken to him, he could mutilate Cats like Joffrey."
"Joffrey does what?" Thalia asked horrified.
"Oh yeah forgot to mention that one my bad," Percy winced as he poured more wine for his friends, "But that's a discussion for another time. We need to decide together as always what our plan is."
The discussion lasted a little over an hour, with them all deciding they would truly have to wait and see who Robb Stark actually was as a man. If he was suitable enough then perhaps it wouldn't be a bad match, having the most powerful Northen House that could rival the Lannister's army in numbers on Percy's side was something he would need come the Long Night. However if Robb Stark wasn't the best, they truly would have to try to convince the stubborn King to let Thalia come home, which would be almost impossible.
Percy was set to meet him, per usual, and then Jason would talk to him at the feast followed by Luke. Thalia would get the final choice however, Percy made that very clear, it would be her choice and her choice only if she decided to stay or actually marry the Stark boy. The day that was supposed to be him saying hello and greetings was now going to turn into Percy actually having to make Percy spend a great deal of time with the heir to Winterfell.
The sun was in the middle of the sky by the time Percy had made his way down to the sparring area, where he could hear the sound of wooden swords being smacked together. He could see his little brother Tommen, sparring with Bran Stark, the second youngest Stark. Percy also noticed his other brother Joffrey sitting next to the hound, his personal guard looking very disenterested in the whole event. He scanned the area over once to see Robb Stark sitting with the Greyjoy boy next to his dire wolf feeding it random meat scraps. Sighing Percy made his way over to the Heir of Winterfell.
"May I have a moment alone with Lord Stark?" Percy asked the Greyjoy.
"Of course my Prince," Theon said lightly before leaning down to Robb and whispering, "Good Luck." Before making his towards the fence of the fighting pits.
"A rare creature," Percy noted as he eyed the Dire Wolf, "But very loyal ones at that."
"My Prince," Robb stated alerted by Percy's arrival quickly tilting his head down in greeting.
"Call me Perseus," Percy informed him, "And please don't think you have to bow, I'm not a King."
"I'm assuming you've heard of our fathers plans then," Robb stated tossing another scrap of meet to his dire wolf, "I won't disnhonor your sister Perseus, I promise that on my honor as a Stark."
"It's not my sister I'm worried about Robb," Percy informed the Stark, "It is yours."
"What do you mean!?"
"Joffery is unpredictable," Percy explained, "Cruel minded if that is a better way of phrasing it. So how about we make a deal Robb, you look after my sister while she's here in Winterfell waiting for the gods to say whether she should marry you or not, while I will make sure my younger brother doesn't harm yours."
"Sansa adores your brother Perseus," Robb admitted, "Are you sure her kindness won't calm his cruelty?"
"It may," Percy said shrugging as he watched Bran smack Tommen's sword out of his hand, "But even so, I want us to start trusting one another. You will be warden while I'm King. Our fathers are close to one another, and I hope we may become friends as well."
"If I marry your sister we will become family," Robb remarked somewhat sourely.
"The idea of marrying a Princess doesn't seem to be sitting very well with you," Percy remarked.
"I'm sure your sister thinks the same of marrying some Northener, things are different in the North Perseus, we don't have all your luxury I'm not to sure the change will be welcoming," Robb admitted, "Whether the gods decide if we are to marry or not..."
"You're afraid of disappointing her?" Percy asked surprised, not at all what he was expecting the Stark to say. Rather Percy had thought he would be upset about being married off, as most children were.
"My mother and father would always tell me I would marry a lady, I had always thought I wouldn't have a choice In the matter and be stuck married to someone I despised," Robb sighed out, "It seems that I perhaps have a chance here to actually... I don't know, not be forced into something but rather learn to care for your sister before we are wedded."
"To fall in love, and marry for love instead of an alliance between family's?" Percy asked. Robb nodded and Percy patted the Stark on his back smiling down at him, "I will tell Thalia to give the North a chance. Besides she was never really into all the Luxery to began with, often she would beg to go on hunts with me and my father, something my father dismissed immediately but perhaps something her future husband wouldn't be so against?" Robb looked up to Percy who was smirking down at him, the dark auburn haired boy had a smile reach his face as Percy had just given him some small advice on how to be friendly towards Thalia.
"Thank you Perseus," Robb said. Percy nodded in response before seeing Bran and Tommen finishing up their fight, with Joffery rolling his eyes at his little brother for being defeated by a northener. An idea came to Percy's head on how to further his friendship with the future warden.
"Would you like to spar Robb?" Percy asked resulting in a small smile to spread to the Starks face.
"I've heard you're very good with a sword Perseus, I wouldn't want to humiliate myself."
"I promise I won't humiliate you my friend," Percy said emphasizing the word friend, "Perhaps you may learn a thing or two that could help you." Robb debated this for a moment before nodding and standing up next to Percy.
"Bran!" Robb called out pointing towards his Direwolf, "Watch him!" The young stark nodded and bounced over in his small suit of armor while Robb and Percy walked out into the fighting pits, simply wearing their regular clothes.
"Live steel?" Robb assumed.
"Live Steel," Percy confirmed as he removed his cloak, and handing it to his little brother Tommen, "Dont let that get dirty now."
"I won't!" Tommen promised.
"I know, you fought well little brother for fighting a boy three years your elder. If only Joffery had your courage," Percy said his eyes on Joffery as he ruffled his little brothers hair.
Ser Rodrick, Percy belived was his name informed the two boys about the rules, which was practically no killing blows only try to disarm or over power repeated thirty times. Percy had noticed a crowd starting to form around the small fighting pits, most likely someone saying that Robb Stark and the Blessed Prince were going to spar.
"Are you ready Perseus?" Robb asked his sword already drawn, clutched between his two hands. Percy responded by drawing Cyclone and twirling it with ease with his right hand the light metal almost humming as he did so. Before walking forwards. Robb began to walk forwards as well before both boys were set in a jog, Robb raised his weapon first striking down with a blow Percy easily blocked.
He let Robb take the offensive, as the Stark was very quick with his strikes trying to over power Percy. After a minute or so of simply deflecting blows before going onto the offensive. Instead of blocking Robb's next stirke, Percy sidestepped twirling his blade in his hand before delivering his first attacking blow. Which hit Robb so hard that the Stark nearly lost grip of his sword. He quickly recovered in time to block Percy's next, and jumped over Percy's blade as he swept for the feet before their blades met both of them pushing against one another.
"You downplayed your skills Robb," Percy stated smiling as he pushed harder down on Robb's blade. Robb's face was becoming red with effort he he took a deep breath and tried to Push back against Percy, however without warning Percy suddenly released his pressure against Robb, sticking his foot out and tripping the Stark boy who fell forwards onto the gravel. Percy rushed over, to Robb who was stumbling to his feet, he desperately tried to block Percy's next blow but he was of balence causing his sword to fly from his hands, while Percy's made it to the Starks throat.
"I yield," Robb said breathing heavily however he was smiling, "You're only the second person I've lost to."
"So you in fact did downplay your skills," Percy joked as he let his sword lazily fall to his hip, "You fought well."
"Thank you my Prince," Robb stated picking up his sword.
"Who else defeated you?"
"My brother, Jon," Robb informed him nodding over to the glumly looking boy sitting with Arya watching from a balcony.
"Why does he not participate?" Percy asked, "He wasn't at the greeting of the King."
"He's my fathers bastard," Robb said lightly, "Only mother and Sansa treat him that way though. He's a Stark to me."
Percy pondered this for a moment, before sighing frustrated. He hated the concept of bastards and the way they were treated by their family. It was not their fault that they were born a bastard there should be no reason for them to be treated so poorly.
"I want you to tell Jon Snow that I would like to spar him," Percy stated seeing the blood drain from Robb's face,"But not here not infront of a crowd, it would only shame him." Robb seemed relieved by this news and nodded to Percy.
"Now, let's discuss our sisters over so wine shall we?" Percy asked as he retrieved his cloak from his younger brother.
"You took it easy on him," Joffery whispered annoyed, "You should have embarrassed him."
"Now now brother, we don't dishonor or embarrass our friends," Percy reminded his brother, "You best remember they are to be our family soon, you should treat them as such." He didn't give his brother chance to reply as he was already walking back towards Robb.
"I don't think your brother likes it here very much," Robb stated, most likely worried Thalia was feeling the same way.
"Joffery is just a little bitch wishing he was still feeding off his mothers tits,"Percy informed Robb causing the Stark to try and stifle a laugh rather poorly. Percy smirked as he patted Robb on the back and the two of them made their way towards Percy's quarters. All and all Percy belived today was going rather well, Robb seemed like a kind hearted man, one who knew his duty and also wished to keep relations between there two family's strong. He just hoped nothing would ruin him building a relationship with the Stark.