This chapter comes from the POV of Martyn Arryn. I had to make a base for this one from the previous two, for now we are able to get that Martyn certainly lost Jon ,his father in all but name, and with that anything like a family to him. The current Lady of vale is obviously hostile to him. What will he do next? We shall see…

My legs have gone numb, Martyn thought while trying to bring himself in a more comfortable position. This is not an easy job, but damn necessary. I feel like a corpse myself. He had stood vigil for his late guardian, Lord Jon Arryn, in the Great sept of Baelor for the last two days and one night, and this was his second night. Have you found rest, dear father? .The solemn and sunk face of his late lord father made no move to answer. It seems so. Maybe I should myself rest for a while. Of course the Gods wouldn't incur their wrath on him if he rested for a few moments. Nor would the dead rise.

He seated himself on the bench nearest to the coffin and tried to close his tired eyes. As soon as he did that, Jon called out to him, holding his hand on his deathbed, "THE SEED IS STRON…TELL THEM….TELL NED…BLOODY DAYS…..PROTECT THEM…..SEED …..STRONG", No not again. "TELL NED…STRONG SEED….SEED…BLOOD….SOON…MARTYN, MARTYN"…Blood started oozing out of Jon's mouth and soon made his blue tunic dark red."BLOOD….BLOOD….DANGER…MARTYN …..MARTYN"."FATHER!" he called out .But it wasn't Jon standing in front of him nor that soft and sincere smile of his but rather a knight clad in white armor and possessing an equally white hair. He soon came to his senses. "Ser Barristan", as he tried to rise in hurry he stumbled back onto the bench. Damn my legs and damn my dreams

."Don't be in such a hurry; my young lord .The king requests your presence the throne room". Summoned me, the vigil isn't over yet. This so like him, My Noble king."Why did you come, good ser. His grace could have sent a messenger ?" or come himself, "Is there something important?" . Ser Barristan favored him with a faint smile "You have stood vigil for quite a long lad, it is time someone replaces you. You need to rest". Ah, there are humans in this city .Ser Hugh, Lord Arryn's former squire and the captain of his small group of a dozen guards, had offered to stand vigil in his stead. Martyn refused with a polite shake of his head. But his was summoned by the king himself now, how could he refuse? And that, too, a man like Robert Baratheon. "I am honored, ser"."The honor is mine, Young lord. Lord Arryn was a rare man. This honor is even rarer". Martyn smiled in thankfulness, bowed in respect for both of them and slowly left the sept.

Moonlight slammed itself on his face as he stepped outside. Its cold, Should have brought a cloak with me. Four of his men were posted on the outer gates and two in the yard. None is safe in this city, not even the dead. His men gave an alarmed look as he approached. He nodded at them and all of them followed him, side by side. Loyal men, though I am yet to inspire any loyalty. All but some 15 of the vale men who had come with Jon Arryn to Kingslanding had left with Lysa, the night after Jon's death. With some 12 guards and 3 serving men, he was left alone with his father's corpse. Not that I will forget it.

.Two gold cloaks opened the door of the throne room and a sudden gust of warmth struck his face. He observed carefully. Something is not right. On the iron throne sat the king, his face flushed in red. He's drunk, gods save me. Besides him sat Martyn's dread. The Queen wore a sly and Baelish were present. Pycelle was also seated,asleep probably, and so were the other courtiers he cared not to think about. The only good sight in the whole room was a sweet little girl with emerald green eyes and golden curls, who sat right besides her mother. Tommen would be in the middle of his sleep by now.She smiled as Martyn approached. He smiled back.

"Your Grace", he bowed. Where's Renly? He would've asked if the king hadn't been the one to speak up first, "Martyn, aaaah…..i thought you died in the same sept. Why didn't you show up these days" why indeed? It was just some fatherly sort of a thing I had lost, nothing more."My vigil wasn't over your grace. It had to be someone from the family of Lord Arryn but as-", "- they all fled in the dark like cowards, and it felt to you to do the honors to Jon "the king cut in. True, but she had good reasons to be afraid."Lady Arryn was deeply troubled by her late lord husband's death, your grace. She needed the closest thing she had to a home and Robin-", "wanted to suck at the closest things that seemed liked teats to him, huh" Why am in alive."I apologize on their behalf, your grace. Such behavior was surely uncalled for. There must be reasons for their sudden departure". Reasons that we all know."Ah, yes, death does a great deal of things to people, especially women" The king retorted.

Martyn could see Queen making an uncomfortable expression."Nevertheless, I wanted to inform important matter. You know that your little brother is sickly little boy who is not in a fit state to rule a pantry, let alone a dominion". As if you have ruled this realm like Baelor the blessed. "there are things going on in Essos which are very concerning. You might have heard about the meetings between the targaryan loyalists and the dothraki screamers". "I have your grace"."So, we need someone able enough to defend our eastern shores should anything unwanted occur". Martyn understood. No way could you do it."So for the meanwhile I am naming Ser Jamie Lannister as the warden of the east".

This was the last thing he wanted to hear. You can't just do it."Your concern for the realm is quite legitimate your grace, but the Arryns have held this title since the Aegon's conquest .This order has been broken in such a long time. Not even by the mad king when Lord Arryn and YOU rebelled against him". He is not happy."THEN WHAT SHOULD I DO,HUH….GIVE THE VALE TO THAT BOY AS HIS PLAYTHING. I WILL CURSE SUCH A DECISION THE DAY INVADERS SET THEIR FOOT ON OUR SOIL."His fury was plain to see. Martyn was afraid, he had to admit. The king roared more like a lion than a stag. A Lion, yes , it is her work. That smile turned into a grin at this uproar."Pardon me, your grace but the realm has been hostage of rumors of such warmongering before. Greater attempts have been made to-", "Why are you so afraid, young lord Arryn." The queen spoke up with that smug face of hers. "It is not from you that we are taking this title."It is from my family."Lysa isn't going to make you the new lord of vale "This is too much to bear. Martyn was losing control on his temper. "No, It is from my family you are biting it away, your queen dismissed it , "What family, pray tell. You have no mother, no father, no sisters, no brothers, nothing. That man you called your LORD FATHER is gone". Martyn smirked, "Thanks for reminding me that, your grace. But your family is quite a big one, isn't it, and their appetite seems to be too large to be satisfied by royalty." Her face turned red on that "You better mind your-"…..SILENCE, BOTH OF YOU."I have made my decision and you have heard it. I am not going to put the fate of this realm in the hands of a sickly little boy." Don't say it you fool, don't answeer him like Martyn's temper had the better of him now , "Thanks for rewarding the sincere services of my LORD FATHER this way ,your grace. You should even consider giving the lordship of Eyrie to one of the relations the queen. At least they won't be sickly". Martyn gave a curt bow and paced out of the court with a heavy heart."HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME ON MY FACE, BOY? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT PROTECTING A REALM?". No, I don't. I only know what is right and what is wrong.I had hoped you did as well

In his chambers, Martyn felt more alone than he ever had during these past 14 years. Jon's final words, lysa's departure and now the king's decision, what am I to make of it. Seven answer me. He talked with Ser Hugh later that night."So winterfell is it?".Hugh nodded back."Along with most of his court and retainers. Talk has it that he is going to appoint Lord Stark as his Hand".Martyn's eyebrow raised on that. At least there is sense in this move. He pondered on it for a while after Hugh had left. This will be the right step ,it must be done. Suddenly, he heard his door open and saw her."Gods, my princess what are you doing here at this hour?" Myrcella , ever beautiful as she was, smiled at him "Why, isn't a princess allowed to visit her courtiers?" so sweet. She sat beside him. "Father was very furious after you left. Mother even threatened to have you imprisoned for something she saw as treason. At that father really lost his mind and said her to shut up". Martyn chuckled "Well that's a relief, my princess." She gave one of her best smiles "Don't ever call me that again. Mother said in the throne room that you didn't have any sisters. Well, she was wrong. You have me, I am your little sister as Tommen is your brother"."You didn't mention Joffery my princ-sister".She grinned again,"You know why".Sweet as well as smart. They both shared laughter. Well I just got a sweet sister and that is more to me than all of the gold in Casterly rock. "We are departing for Winterfell on the morrow at daybreak", she said while playing with her curls."Wouldn't you like to accompany us. I have heard that it is a long way to the north". Martyn nodded in agreement. But not too long to forestall what is to come.He let out a sigh.At least i have them,he thought while looking at her. This is the perfect oppurtunity.He called out for his captain of guards,"Ser Hugh, Make preparations for tomorrow. We are going to winterfell with my sweet sister."

Well ,it seems that Martyn now needs Lord Eddard stark more desperately than ever. It might seem to some that King Robert would have gone to the sept himself. Well, in the books, he had ordered Ned's guards to bring him before the King the moment he opens his eyes. it seems he just doesn't care .WillMartyn be recieved warmly at Winterfell with a sister of Lysa TULLY to consider ?