Season 3 in this story is winding down to an end, with only this chapter and next chapter left before we tick over to Season 4. I don't have a lot else to say here otherwise, so I'll simply move on and let you enjoy the chapter.

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The raven from King's Landing came later than Robb had expected, but the dark wings carrying the Targaryen's message arrived at Winterfell all the same. The ancestral castle of House Stark had been in a sorry state as he had arrived back with burnt wood and corpses littering the courtyards, and the insides of the castle having been gutted and ransacked before what couldn't be taken had been burned. Angrily, Robb had sent messages to the western houses to keep an eye out for anything that had been looted by the Ironborn but given that it had been a year since the sacking of Winterfell the King in the North didn't hold out much hope.

They had been rebuilding for a month before the summons had arrived, to which Robb would be forever grateful at having the large Wolfswood nearby as for that month the castle had been a hive of hammers and saws, as the men of the North worked at repairing Winterfell as quickly as they possibly could. As Robb left the Great Keep and entered the main courtyard he took a moment to look around, sadly noticing all the differences between the castle now and the castle as he had grown up.

Thankfully, some things were still the same as he spotted Arya hanging by the forge and getting in peoples way. Arya Underfoot had always been a funny joke to Robb as a child, but now the sight of his frustratingly annoying sister getting in the way was a comfort to him as he saw how much she was thriving back in Winterfell and away from the thumb of Septa Mordane. The presence of his Mother and Wife were also comforts, both taking up more than their fair share of jobs quickly to add stability to the new look Winterfell before official appointments could be made. Already a request for a new Maester had been sent to the Citadel whilst the smallfolk that had remained in the Wintertown had been scoured, with a new cook, kennel master and brewer all found quickly. Lord Ryswell had sent over his own master of horse for House Stark to make use of as well as two dozen Rills bred horses, much to the appreciation of Robb.

For now though, appointments were at the back of his mind as the Stark made his way to the Winterfell dungeons. Climbing the stairs up the tower to the highest of rooms, he waited for the pair of guards to unlock the three locks on the door before opening it. Jaime Lannister was inside laid on the bed, staring mindlessly up at the ceiling. Robb presumed that the Lannister was finally glad to not be travelling any longer after being dragged across Robb's many travels through the West, up to the Twins and back down to Riverrun. It was a presumption however, because ever since the Stark had broken the news of Cersei and Joffrey's deaths the Kingslayer hadn't spoken a word.

"We're moving again." Robb announced to his prisoner. "Back to Moat Cailin." He got nothing in response. "Lucerys Targaryen has specifically requested that you be in attendance, I believe he wants to talk to you." Robb noticed a change in Jaime's breathing, but still no words escaped the Lannister's mouth. "If you remember anything about the Targaryen King, then I would be grateful to know of it." Still nothing. "Very well. We leave in two days. I will have a bath and a shave arranged for you."

Jaime didn't move, and so Robb didn't bother to continue an unwanted conversation, quickly departing the room and leaving the prison tower. He didn't linger in the courtyard for long however as he walked over to the crypts. Grabbing a torch he continued through the line of Stark's until he reached the newly carved statue of his Father. With no paintings as reference Robb was just glad that he had gotten the likeness as close as he had, but it would never be perfect.

After a few moments of silent contemplation he heard small footsteps echoing from the entrance and wasn't at all surprised to see Arya joining him. "Mother said you might be here." His sister stated.

"I just wanted his guidance." Robb explained. "Even though he isn't here, I still feel like he aids me."

Arya nodded, bending down to light a candle. "Do you need his advice on the dragons?"

"The dragons, the Targaryen, the coming Winter." He said. "Anything and everything."

"I can help you with the dragons." Arya explained. "I saw the skulls in King's Landing. This one won't be as big as Balerion!"

Robb chuckled. "I bet you could, sister, but you are needed here." He looked up at their Father's stone face. "There must always be a Stark in Winterfell and for too long we've been forced to abandon that. Without Sansa, we are the only two Starks left to us, and so you need to stay here and be the Stark."

Arya frowned initially. "But I want to see…" She paused as realisation crept into her mind. "Does that mean I'm in charge?" She grinned.

Robb laughed louder that time. "Not quite. You will still listen to Mother and Roslin, but if we have any guests in my absence that require a Stark greeting them, you will be that Stark. You will sit at the high table and be visible to everyone so they can see that a Stark takes an interest in the running of our castle."

"I can do that." Arya nodded. "Father used to eat with the workers, shall I do that too?"

Robb nodded. "Aye, but make sure it's not Gendry every night, alright?" He teased, ruffling her hair. "Come, you can shadow me today to see what it is like being the Lord of Winterfell." He took one final look at his Father's stone face and said a silent prayer, before leading his sister away to begin making some of the appointments before he left once again.

Since Luke's departure from King's Landing along with Sansa Stark and Loras Tyrell, Jon had decided that the worst part about standing in for the King was listening to the petitions. Since the end of the war hundreds of people from all over the southern kingdoms had come to King's Landing weekly to air their grievances and gain the King's favour in their squabbles, and even from the sidelines Jon found it vexing, let alone actually being sat on the Iron Throne. Jon normally only had to occupy himself with the issues arising from the Stormlands, as Luke would at first get the Lord Paramount's inside the Red Keep to deal with their local issues by sitting alongside the King during these meetings so the King could simply deal with either the most important, or the more local Crownlander issues. Personally.

Today, the main petitioner had come all the way from Castle Black back to the city that he had once been an important, yet corrupt cog of. Ser Janos Slynt stood before Jon Connington on the Iron Throne and Ser Symon Cressey in his white cloak below, the former Gold Cloak now wearing the blacks of the Night's Watch. "Lord Hand." The man bowed. "I come as the messenger of Ser Alliser Thorne, currently acting Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

"Ser Alliser?" Tyrion Lannister asked from the left of Jon, surprised. "Jeor Mormont is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, is he not?"

"Jeor Mormont sent notice of a venture North of the Wall under the previous administration." Jon explained. "Something you should be aware of, Lord Lannister."

Tyrion nodded. "Of course, and yet it has been almost two years since that notice arrived. Has the Lord Commander not returned?" He asked Slynt.

Jon could see that the former Commander of the Gold Cloaks looked annoyed at being spoken to by the Lannister dwarf, and through gritted teeth he replied. "Lord Commander Mormont has not returned as of yet."

"As of yet My Lord." Jon countered. "Whatever your grievances with Lord Tyrion, he is still the Warden of the West and deserves the respect that title commands."

Janos gritted his teeth again, but bowed his head to Tyrion. "My Lord."

Knowing that the dwarf was grinning from ear to ear at the admonishment, Jon continued. "Ser Alliser was a loyal man to House Targaryen, I would have recommended him for the Kingsguard after Prince Lewyn's death at the Trident had I still been in King's Landing. His words are welcome here."

Janos bowed again, brandishing a pair of letters with the black seal of the Night's Watch. "This first one is from Ser Alliser for the Small Council. The second for the King alone from the old Maester."

Jon actually smiled at the thought of Maester Aemon, never having met the man but hearing all about him from his silver prince. "Hand the letters to Ser Caspor." Jon explained, waiting for Janos to do so, the man seemingly cowering before the bulky Kingsguard knight. As he received the letters he placed the one in the recognisable writing inside his doublet for later and broke the seal of the first.

"Ser Alliser wishes to remind everyone of his loyalty in the Usurper's rebellion and begs the crown for aid." Jon surmised. "300 men went North of the Wall in a Great Ranging, and so far none have returned. None?" He asked for clarification.

"The King Beyond the Wall is crafty, Lord Hand. No doubt he has slaughtered or turned many of my brothers." Janos Slynt claimed. "The Lord Commander's mission has left Castle Black nigh on defenceless. We need as much aid as possible."

Tyrion turned to Jon. "This man is a weasel of the highest regards, but if the numbers are correct then the Watch may be in danger. There were barely a thousand split over three castles when I visited a couple of years back."

Jon thought on what to do. "The crown cannot afford to offer the same deal to the smallfolk as they did to join the Golden Company." He said out loud. "But I will put the word out that the Watch is looking for volunteers and you may have as many prisoners as you can put to use from the dungeons." Jon explained, before turning to his right where Mace Tyrell sat. "Can you spread the word in the Reach, Lord Tyrell? The Night's Watch needs volunteers and supplies, a region such as your own should be able to provide many."

Mace Tyrell nodded pompously. "I shall see to it, Lord Hand. The Reach shall provide."

"As shall I in the West." Tyrion explained, the concern on his face visible for all to see.

"Thank you, My Lords." Janos bowed his head. "Ser Alliser will be most relieved and gladdened to know that House Targaryen are back and as gracious as he remembers."

Jon thought that was bullshit, but he nodded all the same and waved the man along. He turned to the steward and asked. "How many more?"

"A dozen, My Lord Hand."

Sighing, Jon nodded, looking forward to the days petitions ending. "Very well, bring on the next man." Was all he said as he steeled himself for more boredom.

The venture towards the Riverlands had been an interesting one for Lucerys and his 500 strong party of armed men and the entourage following Sansa Stark. The fertile green lands were totally different to anything that Luke had experienced in the east which delighted a growingly independent Valaxes, and whereas with the Golden Company onlookers had often hid themselves away, the smallfolk of the northern Crownlands and eastern Riverlands had lined the streets nearest the settlements just for a look at the Targaryen force travelling on the Kingsroad. They met up with the force that he had sent up to Harrenhal just before the border to the Riverlands, and Luke spent an evening dining with Lord Dagos Manwoody as he received as much information as possible about the Riverlanders defensive set up.

That information was useful the next day, when Lord Karyl Vance had set up a blockade of the Kingsroad which forced Luke to stop and speak with the current commander of Harrenhal. It was tense at first but thankfully orders had been sent from Winterfell to allow Luke and his party through without hassle. After passing over the border and beyond the reach of Harrenhal the journey moved quickly, travelling past a still vacant Castle Darry before stopping at the Inn at the Crossroads. It was the day after that stop that the first remnants of the battle in the North became clear however, as the mounted Targaryen force of 500 came to a halt as a train of wagons was coming towards them being led by Manderly banners.

"Halt!" Ned Dayne called out to the oncoming horsemen, the 15-year-old squire now having a commanding frame rather than a boy's body. "Hold there!"

A large man with a walrus moustache was the first to dismount, followed by two men in turquoise surcoats that flanked him. "Greetings! I am Ser Wendel Manderly here to deliver the bodies of the slain back to their homes in the Stormlands!" He stated loudly, his voice booming down the road towards them.

Luke dismounted at that moment, closely followed by Ser Barristan and Ser Rolly, with Ned Dayne also quick off his horse to meet the Northman in the middle. "Ser Wendel, I am Lucerys Targaryen." He stated, stopping a couple of feet away from the overweight knight.

"Aye, I know who you are." Ser Wendel stated bluntly. "Forgive me if I don't kneel just yet, my King is still King Robb."

Luke didn't rise to the bait. "Of course, Ser." He waved away any insults. "I don't suppose you could spare time to talk about the battle. All our news is third hand."

Ser Wendel nodded, waving his party to continue moving along the Kingsroad as he began to detail the events from the Baratheon force taking control of the Moat to the first skirmish with the Northman, then speaking about what sounded like a tense parlay before the final pincer assault. Luke was delighted to hear that Stannis met his end at the jaws of a Direwolf too and laughed, stating. "When I meet this beast I shall feed it the finest slice of meat at my table for services to the Crown. I simply wish I could have seen it." As soon as he had finished that sentence though a wagon rolled past with only a single body being carried. Considering the rest had had multiple piled on, this caught Luke's eye firstly, with the second thing being the banner that covered the body. "Is that him?" He asked.

Ser Wendel was stone faced. "Aye."

"Stop that wagon." Luke called out, and the driver alarmedly halted his horse, nervously looking at his Manderly commander. Luke ignored them all and instead walked over to the back of the wagon, glaring angrily at the fiery heart banner. "A shame the beast didn't finish its meal." He snarled, lifting the banner. The mess of Stannis Baratheon's face was disgusting even for a man as travelled in the art of brutal warfare as Luke, and he could only manage staring at it for a few seconds before throwing the banner back down. Turning around he saw Ser Barristan looking rather ill. "Are you alright?" He asked his Lord Commander.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I knew Stannis Baratheon well." Ser Barristan stated. "You have your thoughts on the man… but he didn't deserve that."

Luke disagreed, but he wouldn't argue in the middle of the road with the honourable knight and just nodded the once. "Ser Wendel, where is he headed?"

"King Robb ordered me to deliver him to Storm's End." Ser Wendel stated bluntly once more.

Luke was extremely tempted to take control of the wagon and to feed the corpse to a nearby Valaxes, but the stance of the Northerner and his armed entourage was one that told Luke that they were ready to fight if they needed to in order to complete their orders. Stifling his anger at the House of the Stag, Luke simply nodded. "Lady Connington will be glad to have her Father nearby I am sure." Luke stated through gritted teeth, holding onto the thought that he was travelling for peace and didn't want to risk that. "I bid you a swift journey, and I am sure we will meet again."

Ser Wendel nodded. "As you say." He said, before waving his hand around in a circle to gesture to his men to mount up again. "Come on lads, these bodies can't fully rot before we get to the Stormlands."

Allowing them all to pass with a final nod towards Ser Wendel, Luke waited for the wagons to be out of view before moving again, and as he mounted up he could see a dissatisfied look on his squire's face. "What's the matter, Ned?" He asked.

"He disrespected you, Your Grace." Ned said plainly. "He spoke to you as if you were inferior."

Luke shrugged. "As of right now I'm but a foreigner King. Soon that may change, but I won't get offended over someone else's subjects not calling me by a title."

"I also thought you would take control of the body." Ned admitted.

Luke sighed. "For a moment, so did I." He admitted. "But then that would only bring me trouble in the immediate future. There is one good thing about this though." He smirked. "I've seen the proof with my own eyes, Stannis Baratheon is dead." As if it were a command, a screech filled the air as Valaxes rose out of the trees towards the sky, dancing in the afternoon sky. "Onwards, to the North!" Luke called, spurring his horse to walk onwards.

With the King's and Loras' absence Margaery had been able to focus her time more on her courtly relationships, having been invited to join in with the Small Council meetings as well as making sure to spend time with Princess Visenya every day in her personal time. Added to that Margaery was host to the Ladies of the court at least once every two days, meaning that despite her husband being away from her the Tyrell was kept busy. The news of Luke potentially extending his trip came on a night away from the majority of court however, and the Queen of what would hopefully soon be Seven Kingdoms took an evening so that she could sulk alone in the royal chambers, whilst finalising plans for a trip to the Blackwater Rush for Visenya's second nameday the next day. As she was almost finished with her evening meal Margaery heard a knock at her door, and the Kingsguard outside popped his head in. "Lady Olenna to see you, Your Grace." Ser Taron Edgerton stated.

"Let her in." Margaery told the Kingsguard, and so the door swung open fully to allow Margaery's Grandmother entrance. Putting on a smile, Margaery rose to her feet and swept the elder lady in a hug. "Grandmother, this is a surprise."

"I shouldn't be here at all, child." Olenna stated bluntly, walking over to a comfortable seat and lowering herself into it. "You should be halfway to the North by now."

Margaery scoffed. "I tried. The King decided that the peace talks were too important that a distraction such as myself must be detrimental to his focus."

"So mummery and flattery to tell you he didn't want you." Olenna surmised, and Margaery nodded. "My dear, this won't do. Did Jaehaerys go anywhere without his Alysanne? If you want an heir of Tyrell blood then being apart for moons at a time won't help you quicken."

"He is eager when he is here." Margaery explained unabashed. "And I will not know for a couple of weeks yet if I may be with child…"

"And if you are not, then it will be months further down the line." Olenna responded, relaxing in her chair. "Though I am glad that your couplings do not sound infrequent. With any luck you're already growing the future King in your belly."

The Tyrell Queen hoped so too, though she didn't get a chance to add more to the conversation when another knock sounded. "Princess Visenya, Your Grace."

"Of course, thank you Ser Taron." Margaery called back, standing up once more and flattening her skirts to greet the almost 2-year-old as she came running through the open door towards her, allowing Margaery to pick her up. Running after her was her new nursemaid, a local King's L woman named Lucille.

"Apologies, Your Grace." Lucille curtseyed. "The little Princess has just been given her nameday gift from the King and was insistent on showing you."

Margaery put a wide smile on her face as she looked into the mauve eyes of the young toddler. "Did Father get you a present."

"I got a new dress!" Visenya babbled excitedly. "Look!"

Margaery placed the girl down and bent on one knee to allow the Princess to show off the dark purple garment. "It's very pretty." The Queen smiled down.

"Look Margy, dragons!" Visenya exclaimed, clumsily pointing to her sides where dark gold dragons were stitched into the fabric.

"The symbol of your House." Margaery explained. "One day my love you will ride one and fly the skies of the world." Visenya giggled and began running around the room with her arms flapping, pretending to roar. Chuckling, Margaery rose to her feet and walked over to Lucille. "The Princess has a lot of energy this evening."

"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I'll take her back to her room now." Lucille explained. "I know you have plans for tomorrow… she shouldn't be too tired."

Margaery waved it away but called Visenya back to her before kneeling before the girl again. "Are you going to wear this tomorrow?" Visenya nodded, and Margaery grinned at her. "Wonderful! But we don't want to get it dirty do we, so why don't you go and get ready for bed and sleep so we can have a lovely day at the river."

"Ok." Visenya nodded, trying to stifle a yawn but failing. "Night night."

"Goodnight my love." Margaery planted a kiss on Visenya's cheek, before watching her and Lucille depart the room. Smiling at the closing door, Margaery turned around to face her Grandmother. "Sorry about that."

"No, don't apologise." The Queen of Thorns waved off. "That was interesting to watch. You must have been doing well with the Princess if she comes to see you on her own, without Daenerys."

Margaery nodded. "She's a lovely child."

"She's also a threat." Olenna warned. "Being on her good side must continue."

Margaery knew the old stories all too well. "She's no Rhaenyra, Grandmother." Margaery said quickly. "She's young yet, and I am sure that soon I shall have a son before Luke… The King, proclaims an heir."

"Let us hope so." Olenna added ominously, though her eyes glinted in amusement at the name slip. "Because keeping a good relationship with the child as she grows and learns more will be difficult if she perceives your children as stealing her birth right."

After three weeks of travel along with a couple of days of envoy negotiations, Stark and Targaryen banners were billowing in the wind atop a small hill not too far away from the Neck, and Luke was finally face to face with Robb Stark, the greatsword Ice strapped to his back. They had each agreed to only bring four men with them, though each of the four were stood a few paces away from the two King's. Luke had brought his two Kingsguard knights as well as Sansa Stark and Ned Dayne who was acting as a scribe. On Robb's side, Luke noticed the sigil of House Umber, House Reed, House Tully and House Frey.

Nobody had said a word yet, neither wanting to be the first to speak as the parties simply stared at one another as the only sound other than the wind to be heard was Valaxes above them. Luke could see that Robb's eyes kept flicking behind him however, almost inspecting Sansa for marks of mistreatment. "Sansa is fine. She has been well looked after since I won my throne." Luke explained, ending the silence.

"You'll forgive me if I don't just take your word for that." Robb replied coolly. "Words are wind, and writing can be forced."

Luke nodded, moving to one side and gesturing for Sansa to step forwards. She was wearing the same dress as she had been on Maiden's Day to keep out the chills so she walked forwards slowly so as to not ruin the hems, but once she passed Luke she ran towards Robb, embracing him fiercely. Luke turned away so as to not intrude on their reunion for a couple of minutes, but as the pair began speaking quietly to one another he cleared his throat, regaining attention. "I want nothing more than to let you reunite and be on our way, but we are here for much more than a sibling reunion, are we not?"

Robb didn't look overly happy, but he nodded. "I'll speak with you more later, Sansa." He promised, pushing her gently back to where she had come from. Once Sansa had returned to her spot, Robb focused on Luke. "My terms?"

"Men are being gathered in the Reach as we speak and the Redwyne Fleet is supplying itself for war." Luke explained. "Lannister reparations towards House Tully have been agreed with Lord Tyrion Lannister, the sum of which Lord Edmure agreed to last night I am led to believe." He looked towards the red headed Tully.

"They are agreeable." Edmure nodded.

"Your Lords, Lord Stark, took more than their fair share from the Westerlands I am also told." Luke explained. "So I hope the return of Ice, Sansa Stark and the remaining Northerners that survived King's Landing is still suitable."

"If I ask for more I presume your dragon will take offence?" Robb asked. "We lost much in the North, the Riverlands weren't the only region to suffer."

"You took your plunder and the dead have been returned along with all stolen items." Luke explained. "With the mobilisation of armies already underway to be placed under your command, I cannot offer anymore."

It was already pre agreed, but Luke wasn't surprised that the Stark would try and get more. "Very well." Robb stated bluntly.

"And in return, the North and the Riverlands shall re-join the fold." Luke stated loudly. "All tax agreements that had been in place prior to your independence will return, and five noble houses from each of your regions will send a child down to King's Landing to be fostered at the Red Keep."

"Hostages." The tall Umber called angrily from behind Robb.

"Valued guests!" Luke countered uncowed. "For my own peace of mind, Lord Umber. The North rebelled successfully against both House Targaryen and House Lannister, I need my own assurances that I won't be next in line if there's ever a decision I make that you find unpopular."

"Do you plan on being unpopular?" Robb raised an amused eyebrow.

Grinning, Luke shook his head. "Though one can never know." He added.

Robb's lip almost curled into an amused smirk, though he kept it hidden. "I suppose not."

Regaining his composure, Luke looked up at the crown that rested on top of Robb Stark's head. "So, if there is nothing else…" He trailed off.

"Aye, let's get this over with." Robb nodded, taking one look back at his gathered Lords before he reached up to his head and took his crown off of his head, holding it out and falling to one knee. "I, Robb of the House Stark, King of the North and the Rivers, do hereby renounce my Kingship and Crown and swear my fealty to King Lucerys of the House Targaryen. From this day until the end of days House Stark shall follow House Targaryen, I swear it by the Old Gods and the New."

Smiling, Luke reached for the crown to take it away from Robb Stark. "Rise, Lord Stark. As Lord of the Seven Kingdom's I hereby name you my Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sworn to defend the Realm from all threats to the North." Robb rose to his feet and was evidently surprised to see that Luke had offered a hand to shake. "I had no quarrel with you, Lord Stark." Luke explained. "In your shoes I too would have rebelled against the bastard Joffrey Waters. But he is not the King any longer, and we were never enemies. I hope we can part as friends."

"Aye, Your Grace." The words left Robb's mouth awkwardly.

Luke looked further to the North to where Robb's camp had gathered with many Lords of the North and the Riverlands. "I shall receive the oaths of fealty from your Lords here on this hill, and then I hope we can share a drink as you tell me all about your victory over Stannis Baratheon." Luke explained. "Then tomorrow, you shall take me to the Kingslayer."

Robb nodded, and the next hour was filled with Lord after Lord standing before Luke and bending their knee whilst stating their oaths, and once the final Riverlander, Lord Charlton, had done so, Luke finally felt like he could relax with only the Vale and the Iron Islands left out of his rule.

The Starks are back in Winterfell, and from now on Robb's aim is to keep that famous saying true, that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. This time it will be Arya, and I enjoyed their conversation a lot.

Ser Alliser didn't bother sending for aid in canon, but with him being a Targaryen loyalist I could certainly see him asking for help. Although Tyrion is a prisoner for a little while longer with Luke's wish to rule peacefully, including him in some of the realms issues makes sense to me, especially in his absence.

To me the scene on the Kingsroad with the Manderly wagons showed Luke's new purpose of peace more than most. He very much wanted to take control of the body and watch Valaxes feast on the corpse, but he knew that would impact him badly in his talks with Robb Stark so he settled for seeing the proof and letting them on their way out of his sight.

The House of the Dragon announcement has impacted the story in many ways, and the Olenna conversation barely hints at the potential problems that could yet come with Luke already having a child. Let us not forget that book Rhaenyra and Alicent got along well to start with, and the show versions of the characters seem like they might get along even better given Alicent's younger age…

And finally, the King in the North is King no more. I've stated that the pair have no need to fight so often that it's boring now so I won't go into as much detail as I normally would because honestly some of the reviews are draining me (probably why I've been focusing more on my Harry Potter story this last fortnight).

Next Time: Luke has a chat with the Kingslayer, while the Bastard of Winterfell returns to Castle Black…

Reviews:

Asharzal: Yes he does, they're the family that usurped his and sent him fleeing to Essos to grow up away from his family. Mya Stone is still in the Vale, Luke doesn't know about her. Plenty of non-mad people are bloodthirsty, but that tag will always follow Luke because of his ancestry and parentage.

Tony McNucklz: There is literally no reason to fight. Robb has no issue with Luke and vice versa. The North has never been taken by outsiders, even when they bent the knee it was their choice. Robb is thinking of his people. They've already been away fighting for two years and if they drag it out even longer more people are going to die possibly including his little sister who's been imprisoned for two years. Don't worry though and SPOILER ALERT: later on in the story will be awful for the Starks. As for the Golden Company, they aren't Westerosi. Those that wanted to stay have done, but they're a Sellsword Company primarily. All Luke did was give his friends his blessing to go home, something he dragged them across the narrow sea to do for himself. Theon literally had no tongue, I mention that in the chapter. If you don't like the way this story is going feel free not to read it but as I've said almost a hundred times it seems, there is no reason for Luke to fight with the North when they haven't actually done anything against him.

AZW330: It's the last 3 books (Order of the Phoenix, Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows). The chapters are usually around 1500-3000 words this time so smaller than my Thrones stories, but I like the premise a lot given the challenges a Harry Potter OC story presents.

C.E.W: Sansa was always coming with him! If he wants peace then he couldn't not bring her. I'm glad somebody understands that there's no real bad blood between Luke and Robb.

Zhorvak: If they think that they'll keep quiet unless they want to lose their head haha!

Darbiboi: Edric Storm isn't in this fic given that it's a show fic, and as stated Mya is in the Vale doing her job. Genocide of the Ironborn isn't really an option, so Luke doesn't want to completely destroy the Iron Islands. He's happy to see what's left after the North has their vengeance however and make a decision from there.

RHatch89: He's got his glory and his Father is avenged, despite it not being by his blade. His aims have been met so he really has no reason not to bend unless he brings an unnecessary war to the North.

suppes1: That's a little way off yet. This chapter marks the start of Season 4 and Luke is bigger than Dany was so will need more time before he can actually ride Valaxes.

Guest (Multiple Chapters): 6) because I wanted to write a battle utilising the Golden Company in their full might… elephants and all. The archers were firing from the walls consistently as it was. All of the Khalasar left after the battle, after they cut their braids in shame as a defeat commands in their culture. 7) She died before the story, she's only important in explaining the alliance that was broken in chapter 2 given how she isn't in the show. 13) Shireen has the best claim to Storm's End and it forms a tactical purpose too so that he can enrage Stannis. 18) In the last 4 chapters including this one we've had a major battle, a royal betrothal, the taking of Storm's End, the recapture of Jaime Lannister, the invasion of mainland Westeros etc… hardly filler. As for the marriages, he can do as he likes, he's the King and he's firming up his lands. 19) This chapter is still Season 2, so they're the size that the show had them in Qarth. 23) He can if he takes the castle. Forced marriages happen all the time. 30) You read those 8 chapters in 11 minutes… impressive, though I disagree with those 8 chapters being stale given some of the events in them. 31) Don't read it then?

Venerabledemon: I PM'd these to you but for the benefit of the readers… 8) I don't bash in my stories. The POV's might view certain people differently to one another but these stories aren't meant for bashing in fanfiction terms. 9) Yes he does, he needs alliances back in Westeros and the Dornish are the most obvious of the Great Houses to ally with. 11) Again, alliances are necessary. 12) That's how the succession works for the Iron Throne, because of the Dance. 13) The Crownlands are his own personal power base, his own Kingdom where he isn't reliant on the other Great Houses. It's also the easiest blitzkrieg conquest. A King has to compromise sometimes, though his rage will still come out throughout the story. 14) You like ruthless characters but dropped the story of my most ruthless OC? 16) No. His policy isn't just to slaughter everyone and Robb bent the knee in the end without giving Luke cause to fight him. Nor will he change his own personal religion. This isn't an SI, Luke has no idea on the benefit of colleges etc nor does he even think the Maester's might be anti-Targaryen. 18) That's how a feudal system works, Luke can't rule alone without the support of his Lords, and to gain that he needs to win their favour. 22)To rule peacefully Luke needs the Faith on his side, and he is a follower of the Faith too. To be seen as truly legitimate he needs to be blessed by the Gods. You can't be ruthless 24/7, or else you'll end up like Ramsay Snow. True rulership is knowing what stance to take in any given situation. 23) No, that would be a sure way to unite everyone against him if they think he'll tyrannically steal their lands and murder them. 25) Ice isn't his, and he doesn't want to risk the peace with the North. You also expected a story where Luke bangs his sister and is unnaturally overpowered judging by the first reviews, which I PM'd you that it wasn't going to happen. 26) There is a time for swords and shields, and a time for quills and ink. Luke has been through the former and is now in the latter. 27) Yes, considering she was his wife for longer than a bed slave. 28) A king cannot be ruthless in every situation, especially when Luke remembers Aerys and has bled to see those mistakes fixed.