What a great start to keeping a 'schedule' this was! Although I hope you forgive me. England getting to the World Cup Semi Final for the first time in my life has been a bit crazy, and losing in the fashion we did was heart-breaking. I should be back to normal now, although I have to go back to uni to resit an exam, so we shall have to see how that factors in.

As always, I own nothing but Durran and the other OC's in this story. Everybody else belongs to either George R R Martin or HBO.

Taking a break from sparring with Rodrik Forrester, Robb let his sword hang low in his hand and looked up towards the stream of men of the Night's Watch heading into the Mess Hall.

"Who do you think they'll choose?" Rodrik asked, wiping his brow of sweat.

Robb sighed. "As little as I like it, Thorne will be chosen, he's the most experienced."

"What will happen then?" Rodrik asked.

Robb wasn't overly sure. "I'll have to gather the Lords of the North. All of them, and explain everything. We cannot afford to leave them up there, not with the White Walkers coming."

Rodrik nodded, though looked slightly unsettled. "I don't know how you're going to convince some of them, especially the Whitehills." He spat.

Robb wasn't amused. "Your feud with the Whitehill's is known to me, Rodrik, but it's not what is important, what matters is we survive the coming Winter and everything it throws at us together. The North needs to be united to face the storms."

"Aye, My Lord." Rodrik replied. "Forgive me."

Robb nodded, "You're forgiven." He noticed Jon's friend Sam walking across the courtyard quickly. "Give me a moment." He said to Rodrik, who nodded and watched Robb stride across to greet his brother's friend. "Tarly!"

Sam seemed startled, before relaxing when he saw Robb. "Lord Stark, forgive me I didn't see you."

Robb waved it off. "Not to worry Sam, I just wanted a quick word before you head in." Sam looked a bit confused. "Look, Jon tells me you're the smartest man he's known, and for him to think that over our Maester is impressive."

"He said that?" Sam asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Aye." Robb nodded. "And I'm sure someone as clever as you understands that Thorne is likely to win the vote." Sam nodded. "And someone as clever as you will understand what that will mean for the future."

Sam gulped. "We'll have to fight the Wildling's again." He whispered.

Robb placed his hand on Sam's shoulder and leant in closer. "That can't be allowed to happen, Sam. If it does then I can't stand by and let the Watch and the Wildling's slaughter each other knowing what you say is coming."

"I don't blame you for that." Sam told him, his voice sounding terrified. "It was terrifying, truly. The crows were cawing loudly as Gilly and I had settled in for the night. They were all sat on the Weirwood tree, just looking at me with haunted eyes while screaming out, until they all stopped at once and Gilly had frozen in fear. A single White Walker walked towards us slowly, so slowly, but it was the most scared I've ever been I think and I've seen the Army of the Dead, Lord Stark."

"You were scared for Gilly and the baby more than yourself." Robb deduced.

"Yes." Sam nodded. "I shouted at it to stay back but it just gripped my sword and shattered the steel into a thousand pieces before hitting me out of the way and going for baby Sam."

Robb felt colder than he'd ever been at hearing the story. "How did you stop it?" He whispered.

"Obsidian." Sam replied. "It was the only weapon I had on me, I just ran at it and stabbed it in the back. It screamed an awful scream and just turned to something like ice before it crumbled away."

Robb nodded. "You're a very brave man, Samwell Tarly. Not many would risk their lives for a Wildling."

Sam had a hint of a blush. "I'm not brave, I was terrified all the time." He said.

Robb remembered something that his Father had told him as a child. "A man can only be truly brave if he is scared at the same time."

Sam appreciated that. "I should go Lord Stark." Sam nodded towards the mess hall.

"Aye." Robb nodded. "Remember, Thorne can't win."

Sam agreed. "I have a plan, I think." He said, before walking up the wooden steps, leaving only Northmen in the courtyard.

The Northerners could hear the cheering and chants of 'Snow' from the courtyard, and Robb couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for his brother. He and the other Northern men retreated to their camp for the night to let the Watch handle the new transition, but the next day Robb was called to the Lord Commander's Tower.

He sat down at the desk, and kept grinning at Jon as he sat in the Lord Commander's chair. "Olly, leave us for a moment. Go and train with Grenn."

"Yes, Lord Commander." The boy replied, bowing slightly and vacating the room. Robb couldn't hold in his laughter.

"I'm never getting used to that." Jon sighed, pouring himself and Robb some ale.

Robb chuckled, taking the mug and having a sip. "I'm the same whenever I'm called Lord Stark. I still feel as if Father will be standing behind me, and I'm just in the way of the words."

Jon smiled sadly. "I miss him." He admitted.

"Me too." Robb agreed. He held his cup out. "To Father."

"Father." Jon repeated, clinking the bone mug with Robb's.

"What do you think he'd say?" Jon asked. "Seeing us here now, Lord of Winterfell and Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

Robb leant back in his chair. "He'd be proud of you for sure." He told Jon.

Jon smiled shyly. "And you, all the Lords love you."

"I took them to war." Robb interrupted. "They love me because I was strong, in a war I was too arrogant to stop. Thousands died because of my pride, Jon. Father wouldn't be happy with that."

"He took people to war for family too." Jon reminded Robb. "You've worked things out with King Durran, and that relationship will be key in the future when we need the realm. You can't beat yourself up about it. I would have done the same."

Robb looked slightly uneasy, but took another drink and nodded. "I suppose. In any case, now that you are Lord Commander we need to plan for the future."

Jon agreed. "I'm going to send an envoy to Mance today and tell him that we can move forwards with relocating the Free Folk, but we need to talk to the King."

"I'll go South." Robb said. "You and Mance should join me, with the Lord Commander, myself and the King Beyond the Wall we can convince him that the threat is real."

Jon stood up, finishing his drink and walking over to the window to look out over Castle Black. "I can't go, Robb."

"What?" The Stark asked.

"I'm not overly popular already." Jon sighed. "Leaving now is not a wise decision."

Robb shook his head. "It will make Durran take notice if you were there too telling him about the dangers that you've seen."

"And Sam has seen more than I have." Jon replied.

"Sam? Tarly?"

"Aye." Jon nodded, turning to his brother. "He's seen the Army of the Dead and he's killed a Walker. I want to send him down to Oldtown anyway, to train to be a Maester, King's Landing is just on the way."

Robb couldn't argue with the logic. "Are you sure you can't come? It will be better coming from you."

Jon shook his head. "I'm needed here. While Mance is away I will have to start seeing the Free Folk through the wall. Sam is capable, I trust him with my life."

"Then I trust him with mine too." Robb told his brother. "I shall leave tomorrow."

"So soon?" Jon asked.

"It's for the best. The sooner the King understands the sooner the Watch can be aided." Robb explained. "I shall leave Lord Umber in command of the Northerners for now and have Lord Glover sent up to relieve him, just make sure that the Wildling's don't cause problems, he will react."

Jon nodded, and Robb stood up to hug him. "I'll miss you." Jon admitted.

"You're Lord Commander now, Jon, by the will of your brothers." Robb reminded him. "You're not in my shadow anymore, you don't need me."

The full Small Council was in session as the High Septon, bloodied and bruised, entered the room. He stood before the table and greeted all the members. "Your Grace, Your Grace, Lord Hand, Lord Tyrell, Lord Tarly, Lord Varys, Ser Barristan, erm…"

"Ser Daven Lannister, High Septon." Durran reminded him.

"Forgive me Your Grace, Ser Daven." The High Septon bowed.

"What is it you want?" Lord Tarly asked impatiently.

The High Septon cleared his throat. "As the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven, I give voice to the will of the Gods and am their foremost servant in this world…"

"You speak for the Gods, but surely their own chosen King is their greatest Servant." Stannis replied briskly.

"Forgive me, Your Grace. You are indeed, but as the representative of the Gods, an insult to me is also an insult to the Seven, and an assault on my person is an assault on our very religion." The High Septon said.

"I'd agree with that." Durran nodded. "Are you saying you were assaulted?"

"Yes, Your Grace. By those fanatics that call themselves the sparrows." The High Septon explained. "They humiliated me they beat me, they left me naked and bleeding on the cobblestones."

"They themselves stripped you?" Dany asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Your Grace." Varys interceded. "The High Septon was being entertained by a handful of whores in an old establishment of Lord Baelish's."

"High Septon!" Lord Tyrell exclaimed. "This is a rather shocking thing to hear."

"I was there for religious purposes!" The High Septon almost shouted, his voice growing squeakier. "Those sparrows almost killed me with their brutality!"

Durran turned to Daven Lannister, who nodded. "There have been reports of robed men assaulting people they name as sinners. We are trying to contain it but these fanatics are often harder to stamp out."

"Be more forceful with them." Tarly said gruffly. "If they grab another person in this manner again, they should lose the extremity that they used."

"I think we can be a bit more lenient than resorting to cutting off limbs this early on Lord Tarly." Dany said calmly.

"These people are obviously being led by somebody." Ser Barristan added. "Do we know who?"

"Their leader goes by the name of High Sparrow. An insult to my position." The High Septon spat.

"Your position?" Stannis asked. "Forgive me, I'm not the most devout after the Gods were kind enough to leave my only daughter scarred by Greyscale, but aren't all Septons sworn to celibacy?"

"They are, Lord Hand." Varys nodded. "The vows are quite strict about it."

"Then you are abusing your own position and breaking the very vows you swore when you became a Septon." Lord Tarly said.

"I…" The High Septon stammered.

"At the wall, traitors to the vows are hanged." Stannis reminded the Septon. The religious man went white as a sheet.

"Lord Hand… I broke no vows…"

"Don't lie to us, High Septon." Durran shouted sharply, banging his fist on the table. The room fell silent at the outburst. "We know all about your trips to the brothels and what you ask for, we know all about how you mock the Gods by getting whores to dress up as them before fucking the one you fancy on the occasion. If it were down to me I'd happily strip you of your position now for mocking the Seven, but it isn't up to me."

"Your Grace…" The High Septon pleaded.

"Silence." Durran snapped, causing the old man to tremble. "Grand Maester."

"Your Grace." Pycelle wheezed.

"Write to Oldtown. I want the Most Devout to hear of the High Septon's actions for themselves and they can take their decision." Durran ordered him, before turning to the High Septon. "Speak with Ser Daven about the descriptions of the men that assaulted you, High Septon. Attacking the voice of the Gods is a crime punishable by death and those that attacked you shall receive that punishment. Hopefully it will send a warning to these Sparrows that they cannot take the law into their own hands."

"Thank you, Your Grace." The High Septon said, less than enthusiastically.

"You can go." Durran said. The High Septon didn't need to be told twice as he quickly took himself out of the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. "Ser Daven, make sure he has a four-man guard on him at all times. For his protection and the protection of his vows." Durran ordered.

"I shall see to it as soon as the meeting is over." Daven nodded.

Randyll Tarly wasn't amused. "We are to do nothing but guard that man?"

Durran nodded. "The man is still the High Septon, and until the Most Devout come up with a decision that is to be respected, Lord Tarly. I will personally investigate these sparrows though, they are more trouble than I need. Varys, get me a location on this High Sparrow." The eunuch bowed his head in acceptance. "Is there anything else?"

Pycelle reached into his robe and brought out a letter. "From Castle Black, Your Grace."

"Castle Black?" Dany asked. "An update with the Wildlings perhaps?"

Durran waited until he had read the message before commenting. "Jon Snow has been named as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch." He chuckled.

"Ned Stark's bastard?" Dany asked.

"Yes. I spoke with him once, at Winterfell." Durran noted. "Anyway, it just says that Robb Stark himself is coming to King's Landing with a representative of the Night's Watch and a Wildling to discuss a grave threat."

"He's bringing a Wildling to the Capital?" Randyll Tarly asked, disgusted.

"We can't allow such savages in the city, Your Grace." Pycelle complained.

"Grand Maester, the only difference between them and the Northerner's is the side of the Wall they were when it was built." Ser Barristan said. "If Lord Stark believes this to be a wise idea, then we must listen to him. He is Warden of the North, the only matters he needs to bring to you are those of great importance to the entire realm."

Stannis nodded. "Ser Barristan is right. I don't like the thought any more than you do, Lord Tarly, but for Stark to come here so soon after being at War with us, it must be important. We should give him a chance to talk."

"And we shall." Durran said. "In front of the Small Council for all to hear."

Stannis nodded. "I believe that is all, Your Grace."

"Very well." Durran said, standing up and watching as everybody else did the same. "Until next time My Lords." Letting Dany take his arm, the royal couple walked out of the room before everybody else.

A few hours later, Dany had gone off to ensure suitable rooms would be prepared for the Warden of the North's arrival, and Durran managed to get a few hours to himself that he spent walking the battlements of the Red Keep with his Mother, Jaime Lannister on duty behind them. Cersei's arm was locked with her sons, and they walked around until they stopped, looking out towards the rich blue sea of Blackwater Bay.

"It's so strange to think that the bay was the site of a battle not too long ago." Durran noted nostalgically.

"It happens all over the world. Men fight and die and the places they fight soon fade back into the same as they've always been." Cersei replied. "And the world keeps on going as if nothing ever happened."

"It shouldn't be so peaceful out." Durran added, as they watched a lone trading ship pulling in towards the city docks. "Not with these fanatics running about the city causing havoc."

Cersei pursed her lips. "Yes, I've heard about these 'sparrows'." She told Durran.

"Daven thinks they can be contained." Durran said.

Cersei rolled her eyes. "And his Father thinks the moon is made of some form of cheese. He's the son of a halfwit."

Durran had a grin at that. "Didn't you call Father a halfwit more than once?"

Cersei couldn't contain the hint of a smirk. "Yes, but luckily for you, you inherited your Mother's smarts."

Durran laughed aloud, and turned to Jaime. "Did I?"

"Oh no, Your Grace. You have a lot more wits than your Mother I assure you." Jaime chuckled.

"Need I remind you about the time you jumped off of a cliff at Casterly Rock?" Cersei raised an eyebrow.

Jaime shook his head amused. "It was perfectly safe, until you told Father about it."

Cersei smiled sadly. "We never did find out what happened to him."

Durran shook his head and lay his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "With everything that happened, there was no time. It was war though, however dishonourable sending an assassin was, it wasn't any less than he would have considered."

Jaime agreed. "And now we have Tommen to nurture into Lord Lannister. We must look to the future, Cersei, however hard that may be."

Durran stared back out to sea. "I need to go and see the High Sparrow." He sighed.

"You should just send the Gold Cloaks to kill any sparrow they see." Cersei disagreed. "Let them grow and these fanatics will ruin you. Stop it now before it's too late."

Durran looked at his Mother incredulously. "Most of them have done no wrong, yet I should slaughter them?"

"They're better dead now than alive later to cause you issues." Cersei argued, but Durran couldn't bring himself to entertain the idea.

"No, if I start executing people before they commit a crime that deserves it I'm no better than Joffrey, or Aerys." Durran told her with gritted teeth. "I shall take the Queen and meet with this man. He has a portion of the people of the city behind him, if we can come to an arrangement then it will be more prosperous than wiping out religious men would be, no matter how fanatical they seem."

The siege of Sunspear was still ongoing, but Davos was hopeful that it would soon come to an end. Word had reached him that the Dayne army, along with House Yronwood and House Wyl of note, had just taken Lemonwood to the South of the Greenblood, and were crossing it over the remains of Plankytown. A few more days and the army would be outside Sunspear, the city already starving. Doran Martell couldn't hold on much longer.

Davos would relish the end of the siege. He missed his wife, he missed land. He missed being able to take in the fresh air without the hoarse screams of Ellaria Sand and her youngest daughter. Obara Sand had died two days before, and her body was just left to rot in her gibbet. Davos shuddered at the thought, in his eyes no person should suffer that fate, but the King wanted examples to be made that treason against him will be met as severely as the fate of Castamere.

He grabbed a small loaf of almost stale bread and a cup of water and went into the lowest part of his ship, where Nymeria Sand was locked in a comfortable room. Unlocking the door, he went inside and locked it again, noticing her sat in a corner, teary eyed.

"My Lady, some food for you." Davos said, placing it on the table. Nymeria didn't say anything nor did she move, the woman only sat there scowling. "I thought I should tell you that Lord Dayne is approaching Sunspear, very soon the siege will be over and we shall be headed to the Capital to meet with the King."

"Usurper spawn." She snarled, spitting on the ground.

"The rightful King of the Seven Kingdom's, My Lady." Davos corrected.

"He's a murderer." Nymeria spat. "My sisters… my mother…"

Davos sighed sadly. "Were traitors, as are you, My Lady, and the King will judge you justly."

"Justly?" Nymeria laughed. "This King of yours is only on the throne because of the murder of children. Your precious Durran will do just the same as soon as he hears."

Davos shook his head. "He will not, whatever you think of House Baratheon, the Queen is a Targaryen and this child her own blood. I will personally ask for mercy for you too, My Lady. A child needs its mother."

Nymeria scowled. "My life is over as soon as this baby is born, I know it. Your pretty Dayne boy may have stolen the loyalty of Dorne for now, but when my son is murdered by the command of your weak King, Dorne will revolt."

Davos could see that the conversation was going nowhere, so he stood up. "King Robert once wanted to crush Daenerys Targaryen's skull as a new born baby, but Lord Stannis talked him down. King Durran is not his father, and Lord Stannis is the same man as he's always been. You won't believe me I know that, but your child will be safe." With that he left the room, locking it behind him as he went before heading back to his own quarters. He was stopped on the way by Gendry however.

"Ser Davos! Ser Davos!"

"What is it?" Davos asked.

"On land, an army approaches Sunspear, with purple banners."

Davos nodded and breathed easier in relief. "House Dayne. Gendry, this war is almost over."

A rather large guard had been deemed necessary to escort Durran and Daenerys towards the area Varys had promised him that he would find this High Sparrow. The route down took longer than planned, as members of the public called out and spoke to him fondly, and Durran obliged by speaking to a few of them for a moment and handing out some food to the poorer amongst them. Dismounting his horse, he waited for Dany to leave the litter before offering her his arm, and turning to Ser Barristan.

"Have yourself and Ser Arys follow us, the rest of you stay here." He told the Lord Commander, looking towards the dozens of men in Stormlands yellow behind them.

"Your Grace, is that wise?" Ser Balon Swann asked.

Durran nodded, and Dany replied. "None of these people will hurt us, Balon. They're just hungry. Get the remaining bread and hand it out equally to those who need it."

"Yes, My Queen." He bowed, and went off to see to the orders, leaving Durran to walk towards the narrow opening, blocked by a man in a filthy, loose hanging shirt.

"Is the High Sparrow still here?" Durran asked. The man nodded, and pointed up the steps, and Durran led his wife and the two Kingsguard up them. People were everywhere, all looking thoroughly depressed and dirty, and it made Durran feel a bit guilty. Noticing that nobody was looking to harm them, Durran turned around to face Ser Arys. "Go and get two sacks of the leftovers from the kitchens and have it brought here." He said, and the Kingsguard nodded and went to see to it.

Men women and children were dotted around the place, either lining up with bowls or slowly filling themselves up with the broth on offer. When Durran left the steps, most eyes turned to him and Dany, and whispers of 'the King!' filled the air. Some hesitantly started to kneel, but Durran stopped them. "There's no need for that, today we are just humble servants of the Seven. Go back to your meals."

The crowd did so, and Durran noticed the old man with the ladle serving everybody looking at him. He softly pulled Dany towards the man, who bowed his head. "Your Grace, Your Grace. I must admit I did not expect to see you today."

"We've heard all about the good work you do for the people of King's Landing." Dany began, their tactic beginning. "I think it's wonderful, and we would both like to help you out today, if you'll have us?"

"Who am I to refuse the Queen." The man smiled. "It would likely be a first, the royal couple helping out the poor in such a fashion."

"It's sometimes difficult to understand the true suffering of the people upon Aegon's Hill." Dany smiled sweetly. "That will change though, we have more food being brought to us now."

The pair got behind the table and started to spoon the broth into the bowls of those in need. Durran made brief conversation with each of them. Dany herself was in deep conversation with the High Sparrow, as he was talking about his humble origins of being a cobbler.

"And one day, after a party I had held, all my fine tastes laid to bare for the world to see, I woke up early and clarity struck me. Realising that I was a sinner, I was lying to myself, you see. I wasn't a noble man, but I was using the gold and the wine to lie to the world, and the people without the gold, the fine clothes and the rich food. They were the people I was trying to climb away from, and they were the ones that I should seek out, to be closer to the Gods." He was explaining, before laughing to himself. "I didn't even take my shoes. Imagine that, a cobbler with no shoes for thirty years."

"It's a fine story." Durran admitted. "An inspiring one to the many that name you 'High Sparrow', no?"

"That name." The man smiled again. "How ridiculous it sounds, like a Lord Duckling."

"It is what people call you." Durran said.

"We are often stuck with the names our enemies give to us." The High Sparrow remarked. "You yourself have been labelled as Durran the Indulgent by a small handful of those unsatisfied with the handling of the Northern rebels."

Durran put on a smile, but inside he was furious. "If I had been a little less indulgent with Lord Stark, then perhaps less people would still live. We do what we have to in order to survive."

"Quite." The man agreed, serving another woman. "I presume you'd agree that these names are a fairly easy burden to hold, for those that name us often don't understand us."

"Which is partly why we are here." Dany acknowledged. "We'd like to know you, to understand you and your following."

"Really? I'd assumed you were here because of that incident with the High Septon."

"It's what brought me to intervene." Durran was honest. "I'm sure you would agree that the representative of the Gods to the people does not deserve to be humiliated in such a fashion."

"I would agree that hypocrisy is a boil, Your Grace. Lancing a boil is never pretty but often necessary. The High Septon has forgotten what he stands for, although the reminder admittedly should have been less severe." The old man said.

Durran stood straighter. "We can't allow such behaviour to continue. Preach all you like and we will have no problem. Do the good work as you are here today and we shall send supplies in plenty to help you to reach more people. I can't stand back and watch you take matters into your own hands and break laws however. Those caught will be punished as befits their crimes."

Dany nodded, and added. "We really do appreciate the work you do, but let the Most Devout handle the High Septon as is their role. The people look up to you, as is clear to see here today, don't let them look up to the leader of a criminal cult."

Durran put down his ladle and straightened his clothes. "I shall have men sweep the streets handing out food on a weekly basis. If there is anything you feel you need to improve the lives of my subjects, seek me out at the Red Keep, but keep your followers under control or I will have to take further action, are we understood?"

"Of course, Your Grace." The man bowed again. Durran made to leave, and heard Dany bid farewell on his way out.

The pair both got into the litter on the way back, and were quiet in talking to one another. "I don't trust him." Dany admitted.

"Nor do I." Durran sighed. "His words about lancing a boil? That sounded more like a threat than a metaphor. If he is looking for sinners…"

"Ser Jaime and your Mother cannot leave the Red Keep." Dany finished for him. Durran couldn't respond, but a strange feeling in his stomach told him that this wouldn't close the matter.

So, we're roughly two thirds of the way through the story now, and we've finally met the High Sparrow! I hope how I've adapted the canon scenes was good for you all.

Jon is now Lord Commander too, inside it happened relatively similar to the show so I didn't feel it necessary to repeat that, but with Robb and 5,000 Northmen at the Wall, Jon wouldn't have had to take control both on top of the Wall and below it, so I needed to give Sam that little push to nominate Jon.

The Most Devout will make an appearance in the future as the Sparrow storyline continues.

That's it from me today then. I'm sorry about the week off after I promised a regular schedule, but now the World Cup is over I should hopefully have some more time.

Next Chapter: We'll meet the next generation of House Stark.

Reviews:

Guest (Arya): She didn't want to be married off and be forced to be a Lady. In this she's reunited with her family and is being given a chance to have her own castle, be her own commander and the only sacrifice she has to make is marry a Frey that will give her Stark children when she wants. Accepting the marriage may be OOC but the reasons for that, for me, aren't.

trollzor69: That's something my Lannister OC would do, Davos would never have gone through with it however.

Riverdog: An interesting thought with the eggs.

Guest (easy): Lose a win? The way I see it is that Dorne is now fighting a Civil War, so the rapid victory for Durran is actually thanks to a prolonged blockade and Edric Dayne and his forces. I can't tell you future plot points, but I'm excited for Jon's story especially.

RLJ: I presume you mean Rhaegar eloping with Lyanna? Perhaps he will, perhaps he won't.

Lightningscar: Yepp we're in Season 5 now. As for the asking for reviews, it's just something I like doing. The more reviews on my current story the more eager I am to write usually.

Fan with ideas: We shall see how Durran reacts!

Guest (civil war): I've not planned for it as every house will be involved in some capacity at the Wall, but it's an interesting concept I may add in depending on how full the remaining chapters are already. If anyone will betray the Starks it will be House Bolton yes.

Heart of Lies: Welcome! I'm glad you like it and I hope you continue to do so.

Guest (Greyjoy OC): It's not something I'm looking at doing at the moment and I don't think I'd be able to do it justice, but once these two stories and a Targaryen OC are done, and I'm not working on Black Wolf Rises or the other story I'm keeping hush about until after Black Wolf is finished, then I may look at a Greyjoy one. As for a Martell one, I can't think of a decent idea for a story for that, so I highly doubt I'll write one.

Guest (cruel): Yes it was cruel, but I thought of it as more something Tywin would do than Joffrey. Joffrey did cruel things for sport and liked to torment people for the sake of tormenting them, Durran is trying to send a clear message that rebellion will be met with destruction.