Combo chapter update! I wanted to keep the majority of the canon chapters intact, but of course that would be difficult considering the inclusion of Olyvar as a defining character in the books. Thus, I decided to include the edits of both 'GOT Sansa II' and 'GOT Eddard VII' in this update. For Sansa, everything before and after the joust between Ser Gregor and Ser Hugh remains intact, while for Eddard, everything before he has his meeting with Robert has changed, while everything after remain the same.

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As she watched the Kingslayer finish his opponent, Sansa looked around the stands to find Olyvar sitting alongside the Princess Myrcella, conversing with her about something supposedly humorous as Myrcella was laughing. She still remembered Olyvar's malicious words and looks, aimed at the king, queen and her Joffrey. He had taken Arya's side in the affair at the Trident, when Lady had been killed because Arya had been the same little monster she always was. She didn't understand how Olyvar could have sided with Ayra instead of her. I suppose Arya was always his favorite to play with. She thought bitterly.

But when Sansa saw him around Myrcella, it was as if he was a different person. He was polite, courteous and careful with her. Father had told her that was because they had lived together for their entire lives. It's almost as if they were meant to be together, like the stories. Sansa couldn't help but to feel a bit of happiness towards her cousin's betrothal, even if he didn't exactly show gratitude for it.

She turned back to see the participants of the next match. There was Ser Gregor Clegane, ready for his second joust of the day. He was a massive man, standing taller and larger than everyone in attendance. Riding against him was one of Olyvar's personal guard, a newly anointed knight that went by the name of Hugh. He had sworn victory in the name of Jon Arryn, Olyvar's father. Olyvar had simply given a smile and a wave, but Sansa had seen him carefully observe his knight's joust.

Sansa watched as the two rode against one another, horses galloping fiercely. And then it happened. Ser Gregor's lance rode up, striking Ser Hugh in the neck and piercing through the flesh. Blood spewed from the wound, and the knight of the Vale fell not ten feet from where Sansa had been sitting. He did not move, there was no breathing.

Jeyne had become so hysterical that she had to be escorted from the arena by Septa Mordane. But Sansa sat in shock, unable to process what had occurred. Then, a whisk of a cloak and the sound of footsteps rushed past her. She saw the back of her cousin's head as he briskly approached the scene, attempting to see if his knight could be saved. But Sansa knew before he made it to the grounds that it was all for not, as she watched her cousin hang his head whilst on a knee. Ser Hugh was most certainly dead.

The knight was but a stranger to her, but Sansa could not help but feel remorse for her cousin as he ordered his men to take the young knight's body away. She watched as he gave an abrupt bow to the king and Joffrey before giving another bow to his betrothed and leaving the arena. He was a loyal knight to you, wasn't he Olyvar? She had seen the two of them conversing often on the Kingsroad leading back to the capital, and it seemed as if the two were friends.

After the body had been taken away, a servant boy came out with a spade to shovel dirt onto the spots where the blood had pooled the heaviest. After he had finished, the tournament continued on.

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"I was told that nephew of yours stood over him for hours on end." Ser Barristan told Ned in a gravelly, sad voice. "I had come to see how the silent sisters had prepared him and stand vigil for the boy if necessary. You can imagine my surprise when I heard that Lord Arryn had sent them away. Told them that he would wipe the blood away himself before they could care for his knight."

"He feels responsible." Ned knew his nephew, and thus understood why Olyvar had acted as he did. "He was supposed to go back to the Eyrie after the Trident, but instead decided to return to the capital with us. He was worried over his cousins, and it led one of his men in the grave." Ned remembered Hugh's plain face from their travels to the capital. He often spoke to Olyvar of winning the tournament to honor Jon Arryn. "This one had been particularly boastful about wanting to compete. Look where it brought him.

"Knight's die, Lord Eddard. It is a fact." Ned looked at Ser Barristan. He has aged since that day on the Trident. The man was old now, one of the last remaining members of Aerys Targaryen's Kingsguard, the greatest of Robert's own. "Some of us don't get to die in the way that we want, but we understand it to be a risk that comes with the knighthood."

"This boy though." Ned looked upon Ser Hugh with sadness. He had been told that the boy had a mother in the Vale. What she would think when her son, still so young, was brought back to her dead? "He was far too young."

"For knighthood, Lord Stark?"

"For death." Ned covered the boy, who had been dressed in a fine blue tunic, sliver crescent moons lining some areas. The tunic had a high collar to hide where the Mountain's lance had pierced his throat. Was he killed because of me? "Did my nephew decree what would become of his vassal?"

"He had said something about taking him back aboard the ship tomorrow, when he and Lord Royce were to return to the Eyrie."

"Another fine decision. The boy grows more like Jon every day."

"You must be proud." Ser Barristan wore a soft smile on his face.

"The boy had impressed me to a great degree since his arrival in Winterfell." Ned thought about how Olyvar had grown. Once a boy who had been smaller than Ned's own daughter, he was approaching manhood at the same pace as his son Robb. So much change in three years. The thought made Ned feel older than he cared to admit.

Ned and Ser Barristan began to leave the body where it lay, the two of them heading towards the King's pavilion. It was said that Robert had caused a scene with his wife at dinner the night previous about wanting to fight in the melee. Ned wanted to hear for himself why Robert thought this to be a good idea. But as they crossed the yard, they came in contact with Yohn Royce, the bannerman that had sailed to King's Landing to have his sons participate in the tournament, as well as serve as the escort for Olyvar back to the Eyrie. "Lord Stark, Ser Barristan."

"Lord Royce." Ned shook the man's hand, noticing the ever greying hair on Royce's lined face and head. The man also had the most peculiar set of eyebrows. "I hear that you have spoken to my nephew."

"Yes, terrible thing to happen. But the boy seems to be taking it better than he had yesterday." Yohn Royce pointed towards the stands, where Ned saw his nephew conversing with his betrothed, the princess Myrcella. "Boy wouldn't speak while he was standing over his fallen knight. Quite grim."

"Indeed. The boy has been facing the issue of death more than most recently." Ned could see that Olyvar was wearing a public face as Eddard had asked him to, concealing what would have been scathing looks that would have likely been aimed at Joffrey, the Mountain, and anyone that cheered for them. Or does Myrcella really have that great of an effect? "Nonetheless, I am happy that you shall be returning him to the Eyrie."

"I had actually planned on staying a bit longer in the capital. His Grace has told me of a hunt that he was planning in the near future, and mentioned he would like for me to be along with him. My sons shall accompany young Lord Arryn back to the Eyrie, and swear House Royce's loyalty in my stead."

"Very well then." Ned became a bit more apprehensive at the prospects of Olyvar sailing back if he was not going to be in the company of Bronze Yohn, but he had heard that his two sons were effective enough swordsman. They would do in protecting his nephew. "Now if you will excuse us, Lord Royce, we have to speak with the King." Royce bowed before Ned and Ser Barristan walked off to find the king once more.

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A/N: No real questions were added that weren't answered in this one, but I do have a response for people who are questioning why Olyvar is not flying off the hinge by now. I can give two reasonable excuses for this.

1. Ned Stark is a cautious man, and he thinks that if Olyvar continues acting like he does, his nephew is likely for an early grave. To prevent that from happening, he takes great measure in curbing the public outbursts up until this point. King's Landing is a dangerous place, after all.

2. The boy doesn't continue being as fiery in public because he respects the wishes of his uncle and father's ward. He's soon to be fourteen and he is likely to be calmed down by someone he identifies as a father figure, i.e. Eddard or Stannis. Olyvar sees honoring his uncle's wishes as being more important at the moment. Yes, he's a thirteen year old boy, yes he angry and believes his pride is being trampled on. But would you disobey Eddard Stark if he was your uncle? I know I wouldn't. :)

Next chapter will likely be another Arya POV as she and her family see the Lord of the Eyrie off. From there, its a bit of a race to see if Olyvar will arrive on time to be included in Tyrion's trial by Lysa and Catelyn.