Ned Stark said nothing as he shoved through his men into Bran's room. Standing in the doorway the Lord of Winterfell glanced at the scene before him. His eyes searched over Bran to find Joffrey holding his intended against his chest. Ned ignored the warning look from Joffrey as he moved closer scanning over his still sleeping son. Seeing no injury, he took a breath before turning his head and for the first time since his sister died Ned Stark felt his heart stop.

Dropping to his knees Ned didn't care how unfit of a Lord he looked at he crawled to Jon. His boy laid against the floor with blood flowing from his jaw and his dark eyes unfocused. "Jon. Jon. Son, please. Open your eyes." Shoving Robb away Ned gathered Jon into his arms ignoring the burning in his legs as he forced himself upwards. He couldn't remember the last time he held Jon this close. "Robb, go tell the maester to get ready." With those words Ned Stark pulled Jon closer as he started his walk towards the maester room.

Sansa knew something was wrong the moment her father had Robb close the door behind them as they entered the maester's room with Jon. Sansa found herself taking a step forward only to pause as her mother came running past her.

"Mother?"

"Bran is awake! Get your father!"

His throat felt dry.

His throat felt like someone had shoved scrapes of wood down it continuously. It was itchy everywhere and every breath he took made it sting.

"Bran?"

Blinking hurts even more. Bran felt like a thousand needles were keeping his eyes pinned closed as tried to force them open.

"Slowly. Try to blink more slowly."

Slowly Bran blinked his eyes fighting the urge to stop as the discomfort grew until it began to dull down into minor irritation. The first thing Bran saw was gold. Closing his eyes Bran rested for a moment. He felt like he was dreaming but the slow throbbing off his body told him he wasn't.

A cold hand broke Bran's thought. Without opening his eyes Bran leaned into the cold hand, the hand that cradled the side of his face like he was a precious gem.

"J-" the words fell off.

"Water."

"Here you are my prince."

"Come, pup." Joffrey whispered. Slowly Bran felt his body move upwards as he was laid on Joffrey's chest and a cold glass pressed against his lips. But he felt too tired to drink. Joffrey didn't mind as he gently pressed his fingers into Bran's jaw slowly opening it as he slowly poured enough water to wet his beloved throat. Taking it back once he heard Bran choke slightly, he held it out and it was quickly taken from his hand.

"Do your eyes still hurt? Squeeze my fingers if they do."

Bran squeezed. Joffrey smiled as he shifted Bran into his chest taking the smaller boy's face against it and away from the sun. "Guard the door."

"Yes, Prince Joffrey."

Bran listened to the sound of Joffrey's heart as the door closed leaving them alone.

"Oh, how I missed you, pup."

"Bran!"

"Father, I should be there when he awakens. I swore to Jon that I would be back, and I need to be the first thing he sees when he awakens, father. Please father."

Ned could only look at Jon. The maester had sewed up the cut under Jon's jaw but had to feed him at least three cups of poppy milk to keep him asleep. His Jon, he looked so small, not at all a boy of ten and six, not at all like his brave boy.

"Father-"

"I will be here until he awakens. You are going to the King and stand in as Lord Stark as I stay here. I do not trust myself to leave here."

"Father-"

"Robb I am ordering-"

"He was sent here to murder Bran. He, some pathetic form of a man was going to murder my little brother in his own bed. Jon stopped him and he was attacked for protecting his own brother in his own home, his own home! He touched my Jon. My Jon. I will kill him the moment I leave this room. I swear it to all the Gods from New to Old. I will place myself in treason against the crown if anyone stops me. I will drive my sword through his ankle and twist it slowly as I make GreyWind eat him alive then I stop and repeat it. I will do anything to ensure he lives until I deem him worthy for the Stranger to take but until then he will suffer more than any man has ever suffered. So, father order me out of this room, do it."

"As soon as he awakens you are to come and retrieve me, do you understand?"

"Yes father."

Ned nodded as he stood up moving from the seat watching how quickly his heir fell into the spot. Letting his eyes settle, Ned saw how softly Jon's hand was cradled into Robb's hand and how his son moved some of the wet curls away from his sweating head.

"Later we need to talk."

"What is this?" Queen Cersei hissed as she covered her nose. The foul smell of piss, sweat and animal shits fill the dining hall as the man was dragged in by Ser Clegane and Ser Moore dropped in front of the royal couple, and Lord Stark.

King Robert didn't speak as the assassin was dragged before him. The man looked worse than he heard. Eyes swollen from someone raining fist down upon his face, two of his fingers on his left hand missing already and the how his leg below his right knee seemed completely broken. Turning to the side staring at Ned Stark, "I thought you said he was only bruised not mauled."

"He was being difficult with the other guards." Ned grumbled ignoring the look from Cersei.

"So, you decided to take justice upon yourself instead of waiting for the King to make his decision? You should remember your place-"

"As you should remember yourself, woman." Robert snapped as he turned back towards the man kneeled before him. He did note how quickly the Kingslayer moved to whisper something into his precious twin's ear all while glaring at the side of his head. He would need to keep a closer eye on the Kingslayer.

"Now who sent you?"

"Why are we even asking him? He's simply going to lie. Let's just kill the man and be done with it."

"With all due respect, your majesty. This man came into my home and attacked two of my sons."

Cersei snickered ignoring the warning look from Jaime, "He attacked the cripple and bastard. Yes, attacking my son little betrothed is a crime but in all honesty L-ord Stark killing that bastard would-"

Ned Stark stood up slamming his hands down on the table silencing the Queen by the outburst. "Jon is my son, mine! Some man came into my house and attacked him as he protected his brother. I will not have you disrespect him in my own home! Another insult against him is an insult against the North." The sound of their Lord made the rest of the northern men lingering straight right away. As the few Kingsguard seemed to stiffen, hands itching for their own swords.

"You dare disrespect me. I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! I am your Queen, you pathetic-"

"Hold your tongue, woman." Robert hissed. The air in the room seemed to completely stiff. As Cersei's face froze as it started to turn beet red. Snapping her head towards Robert only to find her good husband staring at Ned. Turning towards Jaime, Cersei found her own twin refusing to make eyes with her. Quickly the Queen stood gathering her skirts as she stormed off refusing to acknowledge anyone as she disappeared with two of her handmaids trailing behind.

"Don't move Kingslayer." Robert ordered as soon as Jaime started to move to follow his sister.

"Now who sent you."

"Your King has asked you a question. Answer it." Ser Moore demanded.

"Who sent you?" Robert demanded again only to be met with the man's head bowed. "Ser Moore cut his hand off, maybe that will help him regain his memory."

Jaime Lannister immediately moved, blocking Ser Moore as he looked at the pathetic man before him, "Obviously he doesn't know anything. I'll kill him and be done with this." Jaime announced pulling his sword out.

"His death belongs to the North, not to a Kingslayer." Ned announced standing up.

"The North belongs to the crown, and I serve the crown." Jaime hissed.

"Father!"

All eyes turned to the Sansa Stark. The eldest daughter of Lord Stark was standing in the doorway having the guard yanked them open quickly judging by her wild appearance. "Jon and Bran, they're both awake." with those words Ned Stark took off running.

"Ser Moore, take the prisoner back to the pits. It seems we might not need him after all. Ser Clegan. Kingslayer. Follow me."