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Prologue

It's incredible how your life ended in a blink of an eye.

Rickard Stark is announced dead. He died from a sickness.

The room is full of loyal men and women from their noble families. They are all sober and wish to hear the annunciation.

A handsome young man had grey eyes and was tall and handsome was sitting in the highchair. Child-woman of surpassing loveliness, and she was slim of frame. Next to him a younger boy who took had Stark features.

Brandon Stark, the eldest son of Rickard Stark and Lyarra Stark, came forward.

"As you all hear the news. Lord Rickard from House Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North is dead." Brandon loudly spoke to their bannermen. They all nodded and bowed their heads in respect for their dead lord and master of the North.

"And worst of all, someone had betrayed us." The final nailed to the coffin hit the room. The lords and women looked around and started mutterings before loudly shouting as they demanded that they know who the traitor was.

Brandon raised his hand to quiet the room down.

"Bring in the traitor."

The guards obeyed and opened the door. The guards grabbed a long robe and dragged his feet as they pushed him forward to Brandon as he was gasping.

The traitor raised his head, and everyone just exploded in rage. Great Jon Umber shouted, "Traitor!"

It is Maester Walys!

He betrayed the House of Stark.

No, Maester is crazy enough to do that!

That is until now.

"This is the traitor!" Brandon pointed at that man. "A man who used our weakness and reports to his most loyal house. House of Hightower!"

Many pounded their cups and fists on the table in rage.

"He also tried to drown my beloved twin sister when she was seven namedays old. He poisoned my father against her by having sent her to be foster in the South to be a hostage should the House of Stark obey him!"

The lords wanted to kill him right away, but a few guards and fathers pushed them back to avoid bloodshed.

Maester Walys shivered in fear and was held by the guard on his shoulder to stay at that spot.

"However, my sister sends me this." He showed a letter to everyone in the room, and everyone looked at the letter.

"This letter says that she is alive and escaped years ago from that Southern house who wished to imprison her. She self-exiled herself to Kingslanding. She is under the protection of King Aerys himself and is part of the household of Queen Rhealla Targaryen as her lady-in-waiting. For years, she gained favor from the House of Targaryen, served them, and bloodied her hands to protect them. She was gifted by King Aerys and honored the title as the 'King's daughter'!"

Everyone cheered at the lady of House of Stark. It was almost madding, but to be called the King's daughter is held high with respect and honor.

"She sends me spies to contact Ned at Vale. He told me that I must hide the secret that she is alive and thriving. All this triumph and years of planning, she wanted revenge for what this man did to her!"

Maester Walys sneered. 'Damn that witch! I should have killed her when I had the chance.'

He raised his hand to silence them again.

"So, Walys Flowers." His voice mocked the last name as a Bastard born. "You are charged with Oathbreaking and Treason. What say you men of these charges against him?"

"GUILTY!" All men and women shouted out that word. Some repeated it three times.

"What say you, Maester Walys?"

Maester spat, "I am innocent! It was that witch! That villainess, she will destroy you all! I only serve the House of Stark, and the gods will preserve my innocent. I demand trial by combat!"

"I think not." A loud whisper says so.

Many looked at the source of the voice. Rodrik Ryswell is Lord of the Rills and the head of House Ryswell in the north. In fact, they say that Rodrik Ryswell is practically the favorite of the King'sKing's daughter in later history.

"I received an order from the king himself about Maester Walys." He pulled out a royal scroll with King Aerys seal wax.

Brandon waved him to come forward.

Lord Ryswell came and brought the scroll to Brandon.

The royal seal shows a red three-headed dragon and black background. Brandon knew expensive, southern wax when he saw one.

"Read it," Brandon ordered Ryswell. The Lord Rodrik bows and breaks the seal, then unroll the scroll.

Many lean forward to try and hear the King'sKing's decree.

"I, Aerys II of House of Targaryen. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm has decreed that Maester Walys has committed a crime of Oathbreaking and Treason shall be stripped of his Maester chains, renounced all rights of Citadel as they no longer wished Walys to ever return to them. He shall not demand trial by combat as Hightower must pay and contribute their fifteen thousand dragon golds and their 50 of their best ships to the house of Stark as amends for the trouble he has cost. I declared that he shath be hanged, drawn and quartered, or beheaded at both the King and the King's daughter's pleasure.

May the Gods, both old and new, have mercy on your soul, Walys Flowers. Gods save the King Aerys II! Gods save the King's Daughter!"

Rodrik announced as he finished the letter.

Many repeated them at the end.

Maester Walys shivered and looked own in defeat.

The girl has beaten him in his own game.

In the Year of the False Spring, Walys Flowers was stripped of his chains as Maester and was executed to be beheaded, and Brandon placed his head on the spike.

Brandon was now declared the new lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North and made his way to swear his vows to King Aerys before returning to the North.

Back in the hidden house of Kingslanding, a shepherd is tending his sheep when he sees a hooded man coming his way.

The shepherd looked at the hooded man and questioned, "Who knocks at the guarded gate?"

The stranger smoothly tells him, "One who has eaten the fruit and tasted its mysteries."

"Welcome, my lord, she is waiting for you." The Shepard went and knocked on the door. A young woman curtsy and allows the hooded stranger inside. He walked and saw the table and a shadowing figure with burning wood and a pot cooking some soup.

"Welcome to my humble sanctuary. I offer bread and salt." The table presented him with bread and salt, and he sat down and ate that bread with a salt dip. The shadowy figure did the same.

"I take you to bring me good news from the North?"

"Yes, Walys Flowers has been executed. And your brother, Brandon Stark, shall come to Kingslanding and swear to King Aerys and see you again."

"Thank you, Lord Varys. Without your help, I would have been a powerless woman under the thumb of men."

Varys, the master of whispers, smiled and bowed his head. "I'm sure you could have survived better on your own, my lady."

"No. I had been made a pawn and a fool by men for many years. That bastard tricked my father into sending me to southern to be a hostage for years, and I was made a fool when my betrothed ran away to be a Kingsguard and humiliated me. If I can't have what I want, I shall become something that no man can control. But I am not like any woman. I'm better. I am called the wicked wolf. I have no master." She then leans forward to reveal the light of her appearance. A very mature and beautiful woman in all the realm. Her black hair, pale skin, high cheekbone, and what attracted many people were her silver eyes that seemed to glow like a wolf that shines at night.

"I am Agrippina Stark. Winter is coming."

Her giant direwolf came into the shadows groaning and showing his sharp white teeth. Fenrir is the biggest Direwolf she has ever raised.

Varys bows in full respect for the King's daughter. Never in his life that he is glad that someone as powerful as her agrees to serve the realm at his side in his life.

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Next Chapter Brandon came to Kingslanding to swear his allegiance and greeted his twin sister, whom he almost didn't recognize for years. News spread that the mysterious King'sKing's daughter is revealed in court.