I am soo sorry for not updating earlier, but there was a lot going on, so it took me a bit od time to put this one together, but I hope you like it.

Eddard

It was the second time that Eddard Stark had visited the capital. As he entered through the gates the famous smell of Flea Bottom hit his nose immediately, making him wish he was still back in the North. The last time he had been here was after the battle at the Trident. He was captured by loyalist forces alongside his lords and brought to King's Landing to swear fealty to Rhaegar. Ned was passive at first with the him, but after they talked about the rebellion, and Rhaegar told him about his sister he decided to forgive the man. By the time the royal army returned to the capital, Aerys was already dead by poison, and after bending the knee to the new King, Eddard returned home, with Rhaegar promising him to return his sister after she gave birth. He felt sad for his sister, for she wouldn't be able to stay in the capital with her child, and had to return North to ensure Dornish cooperation. It didn't matter in the end, Lyanna would never leave Dorne, and Ned had always cursed himself for not accompanying the King to see his sister one last time.

As they passed through the city, he saw that many smallfolk had rallied to the sides and was cheering for their King. The realm prospered under Rhaegar and his previous Hand Jon Arryn, making Eddard hope he would do a fine job in the office too.

Next to him rode his second eldest son Bran, who was looking at the city with awe. He smiled at his son, who reminded him much of his eldest brother, who he had named the lad after. They both loved tourneys and fighting and they both had the wolf's blood in them, which Ned lacked. As Bran noticed his father was smiling at him, he smiled back.

"This is amazing father, there are so many people here" said the young lord as he waved to the many peasants lining the street.

"But why does it smell so bad father?" he added after a while, causing Ned to burst out with laughter. He regretted having put both of his daughters in the carriage for their entry into the capital, as he was now sure Arya would have enjoyed the ride.

When they arrived at the Red Keep, they were greeted by the King's brother Viserys and his wife Cersei, which surprised Eddard, as he thought they were currently in Summerhall after the King's brother resigned his position as Master of Laws. The King on the other hand didn't seem surprised by the sudden appearance of his brother as he dismounted and greeted him cooly. After the King was both of his sons, who greeted their uncle with a simple handshake, but Viserys's frown when he shook Aemon's hand didn't go unnoticed by Eddard. He already disliked the man

As Eddard was about to leave for the Tower of the Hand, a herald rushed to him and told him that there would be a small council meeting immediately and that the King has requested his presence. He was surprised as this wasn't originally planned, but he went to the small council chambers anyway and found that it was already completely full, with all the members in attendance except him, the Hand. Most members stood up to greet him upon entering. He first shook hands with his nephew Aemon and the crown prince, who were just as new to the Small Council as he was, then he exchanged pleasantries with Lord Varys, Petyr Baelish and Stannis Baratheon. Viserys only shrugged at him from his seat next to the King, and Rhaegar gave him a nod and motioned for the only chair left for him to sit. Ned saw many sour faces around the table, and he already knew this was going to be a long day.

"Now that everyone has arrived, I believe we can begin the meeting. I would first like to discuss the certain roles the current Lords in attendance do exactly fill. Lord Eddard Stark will serve as Hand of the King, Lord Stannis will continue his position as Master of Ships. Lord Baelish your role as Master of Coin will continue, and finally my sons will serve as advisors of the council to learn more about the kingdom they will once rule. Finally, my brother, Prince Viserys of Summerhal has returned to fulfil his duties as Master of Laws, as I asked him to aid me in organizing the Tourney" said the King regally. Eddard didn't really understand what tourney the King was talking about, but before he could have asked him about, the crown prince had already gotten ahead of him.

"What tourney father? You hadn't mentioned anything about this before" asked Aegon just as surprised. But before the King could answer, his brother did for him.

"Well of course it's to celebrate 3 centuries of Targaryen rule, dear nephew. You might not value our family legacy as much as I do, but I am still sure you know that his year marks the 300th year anniversary of Aegon's Conquest" said Viserys mockingly, causing the young princes to stiffen, and the King to intervene.

"While we were away in the North, Viserys has done us the favour of organizing a grand tourney in the capital with the help of Lord Tywin. We will invite the whole realm for the tourney to attend, it will do good for the realm's unity." King Rhaegar looked tired, understandably as the journey from Winterfell was long.

After the Small Council was dismissed Eddard left for the Tower of the Hand with conflicted thoughts. While he was sure his children would enjoy the tourney, and he himself wanted to see his nephew joust, but on the other hand, he had a bad feeling about it all.

Sansa

King's Landing was beautiful, the people courteous and the weather perfect. Sansa fell in love with the capital the first time she saw it as it slowly appeared on the horizon while the Royal Entourage returned. She had never seen so many green in her entire life, and this was after the Riverlands. She rode with Prince Aegon, and he told her many things about the Capital.

"I never thought there could be so many bright colors at once anywhere" she told the prince who in turn grinned at her and replied half laughing.

"Wait until you see the Reach my Lady, it's like living in a bowl of salad. You might think the North a dreary place compared to the South, but it felt quite refreshing to me actually." She often found herself in the company of Aegon during their journey south, and she really enjoyed her talks with him. He was funny and charming, and also beautiful… Sansa found herself blushing at her thoughts and she quickly shook them away remembering that Aegon already had a betrothed.

"Have you been to the Reach many times?" She asked him returning to the original topic. "I've only been there twice, once when I was nine and the second was about four-three years ago. Highgarden was rather splendid, although I think people used too much perfume, everyone was smelling of flowers" recalled Aegon as he smiled at her. Sansa giggled and couldn't keep herself from teasing the prince.

"And what about your betrothed my Prince? Isn't she a Tyrell?" asked Sansa summoning her courage. Aegon looked a bit shocked of the question but he quickly replied.

"She was nice, although I was only a lad when I've last seen her. She will be coming to the capitol soon though, father intends for us to marry before the year's end" he replied smoothly.

They broke away as they reached the city walls, and even though Sansa had a lot of things to admire and fawn over in the splendorous capital, she couldn't help but keep thinking about her previous conversation with the Prince. She tried not to be jealous of the Tyrell girl, who will marry the beautiful prince, and be Queen one day, but it was hard. Aegon was just like one of those knights from Sansa's stories, strong and charming, protecting the weak and keeping the peace as a just ruler.

Sansa was still busy fantasizing about a tourney, and how Aegon would crown her his Queen of Love and Beauty and then ask her to marry him, for he loves her not that rose. They would rule together from a beautiful castle and have lot of kids with silver hair and violet and blue eyes, who would grow into strong and chivalrous knights protecting their mother from the evils of the word.

Sansa's daydreaming was cut short as she arrived at her room in the Tower at the Hand. She quickly remembered how his father had left to attend a small council meeting and both she and Arya were to settle in their rooms. After entering she called for a bath, and was pondering on which one of her dresses her silver prince would like the most when her mischievous little sister bursted into her room. She was still wearing her riding attire and she clearly hadn't had a bath yet, based on all the dust on her face. Despite her dirty face she was smiling wickedly, in a way that Sansa knew meant trouble.

"Steffon offered to show me around the Red Keep, and I am going with him. Please tell father" she mumbled as she noticed Sansa standing in front of all the dresses, a frown evident on her face. She was about to leave her 'pompous' sister when Sansa called out.

"Wait Arya" she said as she walked over to the door, "I've noticed you spend a lot of time with Lord Baratheon, and I just wanted to know what exactly the two of you were up to" she told her excitedly. Her sister had been almost always with the young heir to the Stormlands ever since they had entered the Riverlands, and the thought of the two of them together made Sansa giddy. Arya's frown only deepened as she answered. "I won't tell you, since you would only and go and tell father." She quickly left then leaving a rather shocked Sansa. Surely not; she thought.

To the most esteemed Golden Dragon,

Our plans have gone perfectly. My father expects nothing and had allowed me leave. And while it earned me his scorn, that I want to partake in such activities, both my sister and youngest brother decide to come with me to the tourney. My brother is a fool, who only cares about women and drink, but my sister might be a problem if she finds out too much.

Not all is well in these parts of our world. The people are agitated, yearning for blood and conquest, and while my father represses such I outcries, I fear he might one day agree with them, and that would be the end of our plans.

I am afraid I can't travel to the capital in secret anymore, thanks to my siblings, but I will try to make haste, as I know our plans must proceed.

Until then, your loyal servant

The Grey man

Sooooo spooky. Who do you think this Grey man is? I hope it's not that hard. Reviews welcome as always, thanks for reading.