Sorry for the wait, I had to take my Grandmother to the hospital, an 8 hour wait and had to stay up all night to keep her company. Wasn't feeling right for the bit, anyway here the next chapter

Don't own anything.

Arya ran through the castle, chasing the cat, as Syrio had ordered. Arya has been learning in Syrio class for some time now, learning from a water dancer was fun and fighting with people who don't make fun of her for being into swords instead of dolls and helping her learn. She made many friends with the other students as they trained and talked together.

While she was both fast and quick, she still had yet to capture the little feline. There are dogs and cats and a few other animals at the Institute, Syrio had them try and catch trained animals, which is hard as the owners have to learn to command their animals making it harder for the student to catch them. Arya herself is going to the training with her own Direwolf, making Nymeria more disciplined and Arya more connected with her than ever before.

So Arya is practice by catching an untrained feline, but it proven difficult, she was so concentrated on catching the cat, that she did not realise that it was leading her down to the dungeons, so, when she ran around a corner and found herself standing in front of a massive dragon skull, she froze, but only for a few seconds: her curiosity and awe overrode her stab of fear and she walked closer to the skill. The dragon's largest tooth was as big as she was.

As Arya reached out to touch the skull, however, she suddenly heard voices approaching. She slipped through the teeth of the skull and hid inside. She listened as best as she could but it was difficult.

Unknown to Arya, the two men were Varys the Spider and Illyrio Mopatis.

"He found one bastard already, has the book, the rest will come soon" Varys explains, closing the door.

"And when he knows the truth, what will he do?" Illyrio was asking, as Arya listened in.

"The gods alone know. The fools tried to kill his son, they botched it. The wolf and the lion will soon be at each other's throats, we will be at war soon, few already see it and are preparing for it" Varys stated as he locked a door behind them.

"What good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not the second?" Illyrio questioned Varys.

Fear shot through Arya at those words. Someone was threatening her father. She needed to warn them.

"This hand is not the other. The Decepticons are not making it easy" Varys said, the Decepticons are the hardest to get secrets from, Vary believed Mychal had his own spy master that somehow rivals Varys' little birds.

"These Decepticons are changing the ways too fast, by the time Kal's son is born they will completely take over the free cities" Illyrio said, the influence of the Decepticon symbols in his city, soon people will follow their way, not the Targaryen's.

"Can't this Mychal be removed?" Illyrio asked, seeing how everyone talks about Mychal, Arya listened in, seeing a threat to the Decepticon, it's something Arya should know and tell him. Maybe he can help.

"Impossible" Varys shakes his head "Mychal is too much of an influence. Removing him will leave a great void that no one can fill, while its possible to 'remove' him as you say, it will not solve any problems but create large ones, it may just end the great game itself" Vary said, gravely knowing Mychal has too much power to the seven kingdoms and now affecting across the sea, removing that power will create a drastic change that no one would be ready for.

"What can we do?" Illyrio asked, seeing the problem can't be removed.

"Find a way to work with them, they would be a powerful ally" Varys said, shaking his head.

"Or a great enemy" Illyrio said,

As the two began to move away from Arya's location, she glanced out to see that one was bald while the other was very fat. When they were gone, Arya stepped out and began to find a way out of the dungeons. She needed to find Lord Mychal and her father.

LINE

Ned hurried through the castle as he searched for either Robert or Mychal. When Arya finally returned after not seeing her for a short time, Eddard was surprised at what she told him about what she heard in the dungeons. He was sceptical at first, but was concerned about some of the things his daughter had mentioned. He wished that she was able to hear the entire conversation.

Then, they were interrupted by the appearance of Yoren, of the Night's Watch, who delivered some disturbing news to Ned: His wife had taken Tyrion Lannister prisoner. Now he needed to try and settle this matter before it got out of hand. If it had not already done so.

Arya left as soon as Yoren came.

Before he could do anything he was interrupted by the appearance of the steward.

"Lord Stark the King has called a meeting of the Small Council, and has summoned you to attend."

"Is it about my wife?" Ned asked in fear.

"No, my Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen," The steward answered.

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"The whore is pregnant!" King Robert growled at Ned Stark, at the small council chambers.

Each of the Small Council members was in attendance, Robert was livid when word of Daenerys Targaryen's pregnancy reached his ears. To say he was furious and loud would be considered a vast understatement; Robert was fuelled by his own petty hatred for the Targaryens, it still remained as fresh and vicious as it was during the rebellion.

"You're speaking of murdering a child," Ned pleaded, not wishing for this to happen. Robert, in his fury, refused to hear it.

"I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child both. And that fool, Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead." Robert demands Ned. The other Small Council members were all doing their best to pretend that they were somewhere else. No doubt they were wiser than Robert was.

"You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this." Eddward said, killing a pregnant mother is against his honor.

"Honor?!" Robert slammed his fist down on the council table as loud as a thunderclap.

"I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms! Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!" Robert growls at Ned, Eddard gives Robert a long cool look, having heard quite enough.

"Then we're no better than the Mad King." Eddard said, not wanting to hear this from his friend.

"Careful, Ned," he warned, Robert's face purple.

"You want to assassinate a girl…" Eddard spoke, glancing at Varys. "Because the Spider heard a rumour?"

"No rumour my lord," Varys spoke softly, wringing powdered hands together. "I promise you. The princess is with a child."

"Based on who's information?" Ned asked,

"Ser Jorah Mormont. He is currently serving as an advisor to the Targaryens." Vary said, revealing his spy.

"Mormont?" Eddard looked at the Spider. "The eunuch brings us whispers of a traitor half a world away and you call it fact?"

"Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor," Petyr Baelish spoke up. "Small difference, I know, to an honorable man."

"He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land," Eddard pointed out. "We commit murder on the word of this man?"

"What if Varys is right?" Robert growled uninterruptedly. "If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army… What then?"

"The Narrow Sea still lies between us," Eddard said. "I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water."

"And the Decepticons seem to be more than ready for any invasion" Eddard said, seeing the Decepticons training under Mychal at the Institute, seeing Mychal training and leading made Ned confident they will be ready for anything.

"Do nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing 'til our enemies are on our shores? And rely on that Bastard's traitors' ' Robert bellowed smashing his fist on the table, many the councilmen flinched, looking at the Small Council for support. "You're my council? Counsel! Speak sense to this honourable fool. Have you forgotten who is King here? Fucken scared shits''

Varys gave Robert an uneasy smile as his glare. "I understand your misgivings, my lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet, we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed and the Decepticons will not help in this problem" Vary's said, trying to not get killed by the king, Robert always wants to hit them when they mention the Decepticons.

"I bear this girl no ill will," Grand Maester Pycelle cleared his throat, a process that seemed to take some minutes, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? And many men and women of the Decepticons will be killed fighting these raiders? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?" he said,

"We should have had them both killed years ago," Renly declared.

"When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it." Petyr stifled a yawn.

"Well, there it is, Ned. You stand alone on this matter." Robert turned to face his Hand.

"I'm out of wine and out of patience," Robert continued. "Enough of this. Just have it done."

Eddard said nothing, but leaned forward against the table. He was coldly staring at Robert in the eyes.

"I followed you into war – twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. I will not be part of murder," he said.

"Do as you will, but do not ask me to fix my seal for it. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child, nor hurt his son for being a man." Ned said, having seen enough of Robert, wanting to kill an unborn child but hurting his own son as well.

Robert smashes the table, scaring everyone. All the council members' jumps back, scared of facing Robert's wrath but Eddard didn't flinch, only stared coldly at him.

"She dies." Robert growls at Ned.

"I will have no part in it."

For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not something he was used to seeing, only his son can give him this feeling. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came. His eyes narrowed and a flush crept up his neck past the velvet collar. He pointed an angry finger at Ned.

"You are the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find a Hand who will." Robert threats,

That was the last straw. Knowing that Robert will not back down or reconsider his decision, Ned unfastened the heavy clasp that clutched at the folds of his cloak, the ornate gold hand that was his badge of office. He laid it on the table in front of Robert, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the childhood friend he had considered a brother.

"And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man."

Robert's face was purple. "Out!" he croaked, choking on his rage. "Out, damn you! I'm done with you! Go! Run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war! Fighting Targaryen's then those dam Deceptions too" he slammed his hands on the table, scaring the shit out of everyone.

Eddard had already turned on his heel without another word. He could feel Robert's eyes on his back. As he strode from the council chambers, the discussion resumed with scarcely a pause. The closing of the door behind him silenced the voices.

LINE

The day felt heavy and oppressive as he crossed the bailey back to the Tower of the Hand. He could feel the threat of rain in the air. Ned would have welcomed it. It might have made him feel a trifle less unclean. Whilst packing his belongings, Ned summoned Jory.

"I'll go ahead with my daughters," he told his captain of the guard. "Get them ready. Do it yourself. Don't ask anyone for help."

"Right away, my lord," Jory replied.

"We may not have a fortnight. We may not have a day. The king mentioned something about seeing my head on a spike." Ned frowned. He did not truly believe the king would harm him, not Robert. He was angry now, but once Ned was safely out of sight, his rage would cool as it always did.

Suddenly, uncomfortably, he found himself recalling Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Seventeen years dead, yet Robert hated him as much as ever. But what was more painful him most of hating his own son, his flesh and blood,

It was a disturbing notion… and there was the other matter, the business with Catelyn and the dwarf that Yoren had warned him of last night. That would come to light soon, as sure as sunrise, and with the king in such a black fury… Robert might not care a fig for Tyrion Lannister, but it would touch on his pride, and there was no telling what Queen Cersei might do.

When he had gone, Ned Stark went to the window and sat brooding. Robert had left him no choice that he could see. He ought to thank him. It would be good to return to Winterfell.

He ought never to have left. His sons were waiting there. Perhaps he and Catelyn would make a new son together when he returned; they were not so old yet. And of late he had often found himself dreaming of snow, of the deep quiet of the wolfswood at night. And yet, the thought of leaving angered him as well. So much was still undone. Robert and his council of cravens and flatterers would beggar the realm if left unchecked or, worse, sell it to the Lannisters in payment of their loans.

And the truth of Jon Arryn's death still eluded. He had found a few pieces, enough to convince him that Jon had indeed been murdered, but that was no more than the spoor of an animal on the forest floor. He had not sighted the beast itself yet, though he sensed it was there, lurking, hidden, and treacherous.

Jory had no sooner taken his leave when his steward announced a visitor.

"Lord Baelish is here for you, m'lord." Jory announced, Baelish sauntered into the solar as if nothing had gone amiss that morning. He wore a slashed velvet doublet in cream-and-silver, a grey silk cloak trimmed with black fox, and his customary mocking smile.

"His Grace went on about you at some length after you took your leave," he said. "The word 'treason' was mentioned, and still on about the Decepticons, surprised you bring it up" Baelish was surprised at the boldness of Ned to say that to the king.

"What can I do for you?" Ned greeted him coldly.

"When do you return to Winterfell?" he asked.

"Why? What do you care?"

"Your daughters might," Petyr suggested. "If you're still here come nightfall, I'll take you to see the last person Jon Arryn spoke with before falling ill. If that sort of thing still interests you."

"I don't have the time." Ned shook his head.

"It won't take more than an hour. But as you please."

As soon as Baelish exits Eddard's chambers, the Stark patriarch turns to Jory briefly.

"Round up all the men we have and station them outside the girls' chambers. Who are your best two swords?"

"Heward and Wyl," Jory answers.

"Find them and meet me at the stables." Ned nods.

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Petyr had taken Ned to see the sleeping infant Barra at one of his brothels, King Robert's bastard daughter sired with the prostitute Mhaegen. She told him everything she knew about Jon Arryn, how he was always checking on her daughter to be sure she was happy and healthy. Mhaegen also asked Ned to see if Robert was available; she wasn't seeing anyone and was always his favourite. Petyr told Eddard of how many bastards Robert sired in King's Landing and yet somehow Jon Arryn managed to track them all down.

Most of them are with the Deceptions as Ned asked about the rest of them.

Eddard and Jory soon leave the brothel with a few of the Stark household guards. But before they could leave, they find themselves suddenly surrounded by Jaime Lannister and his men. Somehow word of Tyrion's capture reached him and judging by his posture as well as seeing his sword in hand, Jaime was furious. He came seeking blood.

"Such a small pack of wolves," Jaime said, arriving with Lannister guards around him.

"Stay back, ser!" Jory warns. "This is the Hand of the King!"

"Was the Hand of the King," Jaime corrected. On a golden breastplate, the lion of House Lannister roared its defiance. "Now I'm not sure what he is… Lord of somewhere very far away."

. "What's the meaning of this, Lannister?" Petyr walked outside, step by careful step

"Get back inside where it's safe." Jaime warned,

"Lannister, this is madness," Petyr said. "We're expected back at the castle. Do you have any notion as to what the King would say? What do you think you're doing?"

"He knows what he's doing," Ned said calmly.

"I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you, Lord Stark? Blonde hair, sharp tongue… short man." Jaime Lannister smirked.

"I remember him well," he replied.

"It seems he had some trouble on the road. My lord father is quite vexed. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?" Jaime asked,

"He was taken at my command to answer for his crimes." Ned said, trying to protect his wife and show what would happen if he tries anything.

His grin quickly replaced with fury, Jaime ripped his longsword from its sheath, causing both Lannister and Stark soldiers to draw their swords as well, except for Ned. The Stark household guards were outnumbered four to fifteen.

"My lords!" Petyr did not need to be urged, making his way inside to send word. "I'll bring the City Watch!"

Jaime stepped forward, sword at the ready. "Come, Stark," he coolly challenged. "I'd rather you die sword in hand."

Jory stepped in front of Jaime. "If you threaten my lord again…"

"Threaten?" the Kingslayer mocked. "As in, 'I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of'?"

Ned calmly stood his ground. "You kill me; your brother's a dead man."

Jaime grinned. "You're right," he said as he glanced back at his soldiers. "Take him alive! Kill his men!"

The first of Jaime's men threw their spears straight into the chests of two of Ned's men.

Ned draws his sword and moves towards Jaime, fending off several guards in the process. Jory gets to Jaime first. However, Jaime deflects Jory's thrust and fatally stabs him through his eye with a dagger. The fighting ceases and Ned moves forward to Jaime, Jaime's men all stop to watch the fight.

The two fend each other off, as they break. Before either Jaime Lannister or Eddard Stark could make another move, the fight was quick to an abrupt end with a thundering shout.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SEVEN HELLS IS GOING ON!?"

Both Stark and Lannister turned to see Mychal Baratheon charging into view with Edward Snow alongside, both men were on their horses and had their swords drawn as a few other Decepticon knights and a dozen more began to flood the streets, with a few animals with them.

"Mychal?" Ned exclaims in surprise.

"Get back to the Red Keep, nephew," Jaime frowns. "This doesn't concern you."

"Father!" Arya called out next to a Sarsha but she holds Arya back, away from the fighting as Nymeria growls at the Lannisters,

"Arya, you shouldn't be here" Eddard said, holding his sword, seeing his daughter in danger as the Decepticons gathered.

"It is my concern when our young one comes to me about a fight in the streets and your men threatening the civilians. Have you lost your sense, Jamie Lannister?" Mychal demanded, seeing what stupid thing Jamie plan when pulling this stunt.

"Lord Stark's wife has taken Tyrion prisoner. I was just taking the steps to get him back," Jaime answered.

"You forget you place Lannister, You're a Kingsguard, your place is at 'his grace side'" Mychal said, as the other Decepticon got the weapons ready, Ravager growl at the Lannister men with Nymeria by her side, scaring the Lannister men.

"What goal do you hope to accomplish attacking Stark here, attacking him or worse killing him would lead to Tyrion death, instead of bringing this matter to the king or better yet your father, but I see now your foolish attendance at justice would only lead to more lives being ruined. I thought you were better than this" Mychal said gravely as his horse walked forward, having thought Jamie was a man with good sense but now.

"I hope you're happy with your stupidity, all the lives loss will be on your head" Mychal said, narrowing his eyes, as Jamie stared at him back, a field of emotion past his face as he sheathed his sword and mounted his horse. As he rode away, his mind was filled with the words his nephew told him.

Mychal ordered his men to let him go as he shook his head.

"I thank you for your help, my prince. But you should've seized him for this attack," Eddard insisted but Arya ran to him hugging him.

"I'm sorry, I heard you going but you were by yourself then I heard the Lannister were going to kill you then I I " Arya begins to cry in relief as Eddard hugs his daughter.

"It's ok Arya, I'm alive, there is nothing to worry" Ned said, as Mychal went to him.

"You can thank Arya for telling me, but right now time is against us. Head back to the castle and speak to the King about your wife's capture of Tyrion" Mychal tells him as he nods.

"You won't come?" Ned asked, thinking if Mychal could help out as nods.

"You obviously need help if you need to go to Baelish's Brothel of all places." Mychal sees Ned needs help as they head back to the castle with the Decepticon escorting them.

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"You should have gone straight to the king or someone you fully trusted" Mychal said, shaking his head at Ned's plans after talking to him, they send Arya with the other Decepticons.

"I'm sorry, my prince but Baelish informed me and Cat that the knife Bran's would-be assassin carried belonged to Tyrion," Ned explained, having told him the situation about the dagger to his son's assassins as Mychal shakes his head, not caring about being call a prince right now.

"What did I say about Baelish?" Mychal said, why can't northerners remember the important details.

"Why were you at a brothel?" Mychal knows why but he just wants to ask Ned to get the facts straight from him.

"I was meeting the last person Jon Arryn met with before his death. A prostitute and, apparently, your father's youngest bastard daughter," Ned revealed, Mychal raised his eyebrow at this.

"Have you met any of them?" Ned asked him.

"Yes, I've met Edric Storm, the one the king had with Delena Florent. I know about Mya, the one in the Vale, and there's another one here in the city I believe he called Gendry. I met him when Garth and I met Tobho Mott, the blacksmith he works under, to talk about armor designs for the Decepticons. I don't believe he knows I am his half-brother." Mychal said, remembering a few of his bastard siblings, he gave a few of them a chance to prove themselves in the Decepticon.

"Yes, I was directed to him by Baelish, as well." Ned said, as Mychal rolled his eyes.

"Of course you did, I warned you about trusting him! And yet you still listened to him! Did you order Tyrion's arrest on his word as well" Mychal asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, I was not convinced of his word, but I couldn't be sure if it was true or not, so I decided to wait until I could learn more." Ned explains as Mychal looks at him.

"So your wife arrested Tyrion on her own accord" Mychal asked, seeing how his wife might have started all of this.

"Yes but I only said what I said to try and protect her. I hoped to help take some of the threat off her," Eddard replied. Mychal shakes his head.

"But she made a foolish decision nonetheless," Mychal concluded, sighing. Then, he turned thoughtful.

"And Baelish said that the dagger belongs to Tyrion? What does it look like?" Mychal asked, curious about the dagger.

"It was a Valyrian steel dagger with a dragon bone handle." Mychal shook his head.

"Tyrion is known as the Imp and the Halfman, he loves to drink and read, and he has never carried any dagger that looks like that. In fact, he has never carried a dagger at all. You have seen him, Ned, did he ever look like a warrior the last time you saw him" Mychal asked him, as Ned shakes his head, having seen the imp before could tell he wasn't a warrior.

Whatever else he was going to say, it was interrupted when the door opened, letting Mychal's parents through. Robert looked troubled and clearly did not want to be there at the moment, while Cersei sent a glare at both of them

"Your Graces," Eddard said with a slight cold touch. Mychal just grunts, having nothing pleasant to say to his parents.

Before Robert could speak up, Cersei jumped forward.

"Do you know what your wife did?" Cersei said,

"She did nothing that I did not command," Eddard answered.

"By what right do you lay your hands on my blood?" Cersei demanded, inciting a raised eyebrow from the men in the room: her hatred for Tyrion was quite legendary. Mychal rolled his eyes at Cersei's sad attempt to gain ground over Ned.

"I am the King's Hand, and I-"

"You WERE the King's Hand!"

"I am upholding the peace-"

"You will be held accountable-"

"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU, SHUT YOUR MOUTHS ALREADY!" Robert shouted, interrupting his wife and best friend.

"Catelyn will release Tyrion, and Ned will make your peace with Jaime!"

"Lannister and his men butchered mine," Ned countered.

"Don't forget, the king is in debt to Tywin, which means the Lannister can get away with whatever they want" Mychal said off-handily as he stood on the side. Robert gets pissed seeing his son insult him.

"Shut up you bastard, no one asked you" Robert said, as Mychal smirks.

"We someone has to say that Jamie Lannister is a fool that may have started a war, but it's alright seeing the Lannisters own everything" Mychal said as Cersei got mad.

"Don't you dare insult Jamie monster" Cersei said, never allow anyone to insult her brother.

"Yet you let everyone else insult him, calling him kingslayer and oathbreaker, you believe he is not bother by be called that, you bring out the worst of each other" Mychal said to her, seeing how both of them together are worse than they are apart.

Before Cersei could reply, Robert interrupted his wife again.

"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Robert growls at them both and can't stand hearing two people he despised.

"Jamie killed my men and fled the city when your son showed up" Ned explains the situation.

"Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel, and his men attacked Jamie" Cersei tries to explain.

"Quite, woman" Robert orders as Mychal chuckled.

"Are you sure you are not mixing the King and Lord Stark, your grace?" Mychal smiles as Cersei gets angry and Robert growls.

"I said quite" Robert ordered more forceful to Mychal.

"What about your wife's brother?" Eddard started. "Give me leave to bring him back to King's Landing and put him on trial."

Robert signs thinking about it as Cersei narrows her eyes at her husband.

"I took you for a king" Cersei scorns him, Mychal smiles.

"Surprised you took him at all" Mychal added,

"Hold you tongues" Robert faces darkens

"He attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other, This man dishonors you with every breath he takes, and yet you stand there meekly. Perhaps I should wear the armor and you the gown." Cersei's face was a study in contempt.

SLAP!

Darken with rage, Robert lashed out and landed a vicious slap blow to the side of the head. Cersei Lannister stumbled against the table and fell hard, yet she did not cry out. Her slender fingers brushed her cheek, where the pale smooth skin was already reddening. On the morrow the bruise would cover half her face.

"I shall wear this as a badge of honor," she announced with a hiss. Mychal smiles at this.

"Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again," Robert vowed as Mychal chuckled, bringing their attention to him.

"Fighting like a woman now your grace, mhmhh, maybe the queen is right, when was the last time you fitted you armor" Mychal smirks as Robert growls,

SLAPPP!

Backhanding his son to the face, but only causing a slight turn to the head, Mychal turned to look at Robert whose face burned with rage, as Mychal felt his cheek slightly bruising but nothing more as he straight right into Robert eyes without flinching.

"You're getting weaker 'your grace'" Mychal declared, turning around to walk out the door calming without much fuss.

Cersei was anything but calm as she stood to her feet and stormed out without a word, slamming the door shut behind her.

"See what they do to me?" Robert seated himself, cradling his wine cup as he took a sip. "My loving wife. The mother of my children. And my oldest son, the disgraced prince" The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Eddard saw something sad and scared.

"I should not have hit her. That was not… That was not kingly." Robert admits as he takes a sip.

"Your Grace," Ned said, "your son told me.."

"Your wife's had her fun, now put an end to it before she decides to play it again. You hear me? Send a raven and put an end to it." Robert said, cutting him off from talking about his son.

"And what about Jaime Lannister? What about Jaime?" Ned said, trying to get some form of justice.

"I'm half a kingdom in debt to his bloody father, Ned! Look, I can't rule if the Starks and the Lannisters are at each other's throats. While the Decepticons take advantage, that's enough!"

"As you command... Your Grace. I'll depart as soon as possible, and set matters straight away."

"Piss on that, Ned! I want you to stay. I've never loved my brothers... and you were the brother I chose, Ned." Robert then tossed the Hand's Pin to Eddard.

"We'll talk more when I return from the hunt."

Eddard stared at the pin for a moment before looking back at the King.

"Hunt? What hunt?"

"Killing things clears my head. You'll have to sit on the throne while I am away," Robert replied, chuckling a bit. "I dare to say that you will hate it more than I do."

"The Targaryen girl-"

"Seven Hells, Ned! Don't start with her again! The girl will die, and I'll hear no more of it," Robert said, exasperated. "Put on that badge! And if you ever take it off again, I swear I'll pin the damn thing on Jaime Lannister!"

Eddard looked on sadly as the King departed, before he looked back down at the badge in his hand, remembering Mychal's words about the King as he held the badge.