There were not many moments that brought joy to Ned Stark since the death of his family but the ones that did, he cherished them greatly.

When Robb said his first word, Sansa birth, Arya smile that reminded him so much of Lyanna, Bran stubborn attempts to follow his brothers, Rickon hiding behind his leg from his maester, and the day he held Jon in his arms. All moments that he cherished greatly and stitched into his memory to replace those cruel ones.

"Father."

"Sansa?"

"Jon's awake."

Jaime Lannister rarely feared anything.

He was a Lannister, afterall.

There was no one above him in looks, status or power but in the moment he was terrified. He had only heard tales of Robert Baratheon's destruction as he slain Rhaegar Targaryen but never witnessed it. The Robert he knew was an oversized pig who would never amount to anything beside being a pig in a king; however the way this pig looked at him, was no pig.

In that moment Robert Baratheon was no pig but a wild boar ready to attack.

"When I kept you as a member of the Kingsguard, it was at the request of your bitch of a sister and cunt of father. You see I have never cared for you kingslayer and I never will but you are of use to me. However I have no use for a rabid dog who can't obey orders."

"He went after my nephew, the prince was I to sit-"

"Why were you there in the first place? Do not lie to me and say you found Joffrey because I know my son. Joffrey has only been a few moments away from Bran even before he had awoken so why would he waste time and go near the assassin. A man who he left to be dealt with by the head of his intended house, Lord Eddard Stark."

"I thought I heard-"

"Ser Clegane." Jaime barely had time to turn before Ser Clegane smacked him, busting his lip. Jaime Lannister could only breath as the whole side of his face ached as he could feel his anger bubbling inside of him. Taking another deep breath Jaime finally glanced up at Robert.

"That is my mercy, kingslayer. You killed that man to hide something and I know you did. You have stolen his life which did belong to you. I should have Ser Clegane cut you down where you stand but I am a fair king so I will not. Not until I know what you're hiding because one thing I have learned about you kingslayer is that you're never alone. You do not have the balls to betray me but we both know who does, I'm just curious which one of you will make the first mistake. So this mercy as it is and make sure you step very carefully from here on out. Now get out of my presence."

"Ser Clegane."

"My king?"

"Bring me Myrcella. I need another set of ears and eyes."

"At once."

Robb watched as Sansa rushed out to probably find their father before he quickly entered the maester's room. Jon was awake simply staring up at the ceiling, his fingers tracing the stitching underneath his mouth.

"Leave it alone." Robb ordered softly as he grabbed Jon's hand kneeling beside the bed of his baseborn brother. All of the tension from the last few days seemed to sink from his shoulders as Jon turned to look at him, one of his hands finding themselves into the red curls of the heir. "You gave me quite a scare. Never do that again or I will lock you in a tower with ghost and myself as your only company." Jon could only twirl one of the curls behind Robb's ear. Looking this the heir's eyes he could see Robb's words were not to take carelessly especially with how tightly he was gripping Jon's hand in his own.

"Jon."

Robb chuckled at how quickly his father pushed him aside as he gathered Jon into his arms. Robb couldn't even find himself angry at the sight of his father openly coddling Jon against his chest, whispering thanks to the Old Gods against the crown of black hair. "Are you in pain? I can have the maester give you more milk of poppy." Ned demanded. Jon only shook his head trying to smile at his father but he didn't want to risk opening the stitches.

"Father, I brought master Rodrick." Sansa announced as she followed behind her father with the maester with her. "Lord Stark."

"Maester Rodrick. How long until he can speak again?"

"As I told Lady Sansa. Jon will have these stitches for a few moons at the least or until I believe the wound has healed to an extent. We do not want to risk reopening it so order only soups and maybe extremely soft meats until the stitches can be removed. Only then will he be able to speak, which might be hard as he will be going a few moons without speaking so I will have some exercises prepared to help with the process." as maester Rodrick spoke Sansa watched as her father and Robb held onto every word.

"Thank you."

"Of course my lord. I will prepare more milk of poppy for Jon to take later to ensure he sleeps through the night."

"Of course. Maester Rodrick once you are done with that. Shall we make a stop to check on Bran?"

"Yes. I planned to visit him earlier but Prince Joffrey said he needed more sleep."

Catelyn waited with a bated breath as Queen Cersei finally left her alone. Gently gathering her skirts, Catelyn couldn't stop her mind from wandering about her conversation with the Queen. She was obvious to the fact that Cersei needed her to convince Ned to be against the marriage because she couldn't sway Robert's hand.

The only thing that Catelyn couldn't wrap her head around was Cersei wanted Sansa.

Sansa was beautiful, a true southern flower in Winterfell but why her. Catelyn knew Cersei would have preferred any southern lady under her thumb to be so she wouldn't want Catelyn to convince Ned that none of their children are ready to be married.

Taking a deep breath Catelyn calmed her heart as she entered the hall. "Where is my husband?" Catelyn asked to catch a maid as she went to pass by. "He was just with Maester Rodrick heading to see young Bran." Cateyln didn't say anything else she walked away leaving the maid to stand there as she headed toward Bran's room.

Bran found himself back in the crypt. "Hello? Hello? Sir? Where are you?"

And yet again Bran found himself talking alone. He traveled to every inch of the crypt only to find no trace of the man yet again. "Where are you!"

"You know where to find me, little raven."

"Where is that!"

"I shall live long and never rot when I die. Some find me, little raven."

Bran felt hot as he opened his eyes. Glancing down he found Rickon curled into his chest, his little hands entwined into Bran's sleep shirt. Tommen was directly behind Rickon, his face buried into the brown curls and his hand thrown over Rickon's body like he was protecting the smaller boy. Bran went to lift his head up only to smile as he felt the familiar weight of Joffrey's head onto his.

"Joff?"

"Mhm."

"We need to go to the weirwood tree."

Joffrey lifted his head up slightly rubbing his eyes as he glanced down to Bran. "The weirwood tree? Why?"

"I want to see it."

Joffrey moved upwards until he stared down at Bran noting the change in his voice. Glancing at Tommen and Rickon, Joffrey noted that both boys were still sleeping "Of course.".

"We need to go-"

"Bran."

"Hello Father. Maester Rodrick."

Ned Stark didn't even blink how both princes were cuddled around his sons; instead he stepped aside to allow maester Rodrick into the room, closing the door behind them. Gently Ned went to Bran pressing his hand to cradle the back of his head smiling as his son leaned into the touch, "You gave me quite the scare. Might have taken a few years off my life."

"Forgive me father."

"There's nothing to forgive. Excuse me Prince Joffrey, do you mind giving us a moment. Maybe drop Prince Tommen back to his room so he can sleep in peace." Ned asked as he gently gathered Rickon into his arms only to pause to shift the boy's face into his neck.

Joffrey shared a glance with Bran who nodded. "Of course Lord Stark." with that Joffrey shook Tommen ignoring the groan from his brother. Gathering Tommen until he carried the majority of his weight against him Joffrey pressed kiss to Bran's hair before leaving out.