Author's Note: Well, by an overwhelming majority of a whole two votes, Matt's direwolf is named Blaze. This chapter is going to cover chapter two of A Game of Thrones. Chapter three is a Daenerys chapter, so I will most likely skip it. If you guys want me to change anything with Dany before she gets to Westeros, then let me know in a review and I will probably do a separate story on it. Hope you enjoy.

When they got back to the castle, Ned went straight to the godswood. Matt, Jon, and Robb went with Jory Cassel to give Rickon and the girls their pups.

Sansa was the oldest of the girls at sixteen; Arya was next at fourteen; and Rickon was the youngest of the boys at six.

They were all ecstatic to receive their pups. Arya named hers Nymeria, after the Rhoynar princess who led her people from the banks of the River Rhoyne, first to the Basilisk Isles and the coasts of Sothoryos, then to the island of Naath, then the Summer Islands, and eventually they settled in Dorne, where she married into House Martel and conquered the southern kingdom.

Sansa named her pup Lady because, despite the direwolve's savage nature, she planned to train her in royal etiquette.

Rickon named his Shaggydog after his shaggy black fur.

"What about yours, Matt?" Arya asked.

"I've decided to name him Blaze," Matt answered. "He looks like he has fire in his fur."

"That's nice," Arya said. Then she kissed him lovingly, right in front of her siblings.

"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. "Not in front of Rickon, he's to young!"

Arya peeled back, embarrassed. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.

Matt and Arya had only been betrothed recently. When Matt first arrived, they had loved each other as siblings, but as they got older that love grew into that of a young couple. This conviced Ned to betroth them despite the fact that Matt was a bastard. Lady Catelyn was skeptical at first, but she was slowly coming around.

"What about you two?" Sansa asked, looking at Robb and Jon. "What did you name your pups?"

Robb answered first. "Mine's Grey Wind. He's grey and black and quick like the wind."

"This is Ghost," Jon said. "He's white." Jon gave no other explanation.

Later, the older boys were sitting on the walls watching Bran, Rickon, and Arya play with their pups (Bran had named his Summer) in the courtyard below, when Ned returned from the godswood with a sad look on his face.

"Jon Arryn is dead," He said solemnly.

Matt could tell that the news had hit Lord Stark hard. Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him and his fellow ward, Robert Baratheon. When the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and- falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect.

And one day fifteen years ago, this second father had become a brother as well, as he and Ned stood together in the sept at Riverrun to wed two sisters, the daughters of Lord Hoster Tully.

"The king is coming to Winterfell," He added. "With the entire royal family and the queen's brothers."

Matt didn't much like the royal family nor the queen's brothers. Joffrey Baratheon was a whiny little ass hole. Tommen and Myrcella were nice enough, but they were still young. Jamie Lannister was smug and prideful, a member of the Kingsguard. His brother, the Imp, Tyrion Lannister was a little better, though not by much.

"I've sent for Benjen as well," He said. "Jon, you can go with him when he goes back to the wall."

"Thank you, father," Jon said. "I will."

"When will the king arrive, my lord?" Asked Matt

"Two weeks," Lord Stark answered. "Now come, we have a feast to prepare for."

Author's Note: That's the second chapter done. I decided to age the girls up a little because of Matt and Arya's betrothal. Other than that, the children are the same age as in the show. I'm using mostly the books for reference material right now, but I will go rewatch the show and make changes as I see fit. Suggestions for future changes are welcome, so please leave a review with any suggestions you might have. This has been DireDestroyer, signing off.