Chapter 19

Notes:

Warnings? This far in you should know what to expect.

We got trials, we got free folk, and we get an execution.

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(Riverrun)

Edmure Tully was glad to finally see his home after months of travel, he'd not returned since setting out to prevent Blackwood and Bracken from igniting their simmering blood feud into a full-blown war. He'd kept in touch through messages, though those had been limited during the last few weeks as Riverrun lacked ravens trained to reach the Iron Islands. They had docked at Seaguard where House Mallister would keep watch over Asha's longship and barracks a few of her crew who'd be stationed to watch over and prep the ship as needed.

Tristifer and Qarl had drawn the lots to be part of the first watch over the longship. Edmure had a feeling Cat was the one to arrange that. Looking back to his eldest sister, his mind fogged over as he corrected himself, his surviving sister. She was riding next to Asha instructing the young woman on parts of Riverland trivia she'd need as the new Lady of Riverrun.

Jason Mallister had offered the ladies a wheelhouse, but both had politely declined. Uncommon for a daughter of Lord Paramount, Asha had no servants beyond her crew. It was not a custom of the Iron Born to send loyal retainers to serve their lady in her new husband's household. Asha had reminded him that their servants were thralls, and while not exactly the same as a slave, the difference was lost on the rest of Westeros.

"Edmure," Catelyn motioned towards the castle, "there is a welcoming committee it seems."

Centering himself Edmure looked back to see four men approaching on horseback. In the lead was Uncle Brynden, flanked by Maester Vyman, Utherydes the steward, and Ser Desmond the master-at-arms bringing up the rear. The four riders halted before them, "Nephew," Bryden greeted Edmure.

"Uncle," Edmure returned, "I had not heard word you'd left the Vale."

"Lord Royce's suggestion," Brynden grimaced, "he said it was best I was with my family now, I am needed here it seems."

"Aye, it is good to see you uncle," Edmure looked to Vyman, "Maester, how is father?"

Vyman gripped his chain, "Unchanged my lord. He rallied for a time, but has not woken since your departure."

Exhaling sharply Edmure looked to Cat who'd urged her horse beside his own, "We should postpone the wedding, it is just words."

"Father would not want his end to besmirch the future of our house," Catelyn stated sharply, "We will discuss what is proper in the shelter of the solar." She then turned to their uncle, "Uncle Brynden, as Edmure said, it is good to see you."

"Cat," Brynden nodded, "When I'd heard what happened in Winterfell I was tempted to ride out and knock some sense into Eddard. Setting you aside for a Dornish wench he'd bedded just days after the two of you said your vows here."

"Vows that were empty," Catelyn grimaced, "Ned and Ashara had already spoken their own vows of intent to their shared gods." Edmure frowned as Catelyn sent a heated look at their uncle, "Did Father know of that when he demanded Ned marry me in place of Brandon?"

Brynden grimaced, "Aye, I was in the solar when your father spoke with Eddard and Jon. Eddard revealed he could not take you as his wife as he'd already sworn to take another. Jon offered to wed Lysa instead, but your father wanted more. He was dead set on having you become Lady of Winterfell. Even insulted Eddard by saying a vow to a tree was worth as much as the leaves one uses to wipe their arse on a campaign."

"Surprised the Magnar didn't strike the man down where he stood," Asha Greyjoy moved her horse to Edmure's other side, "Even on the Iron Islands we don't insult the gods of Earth and Tree and expect a clean death."

Vyman chuckled, "Iron Born don't do well so far inland."

"Aye, but we do not fear man nor beast, it be the gods who have a grudge against us," Asha smirked, "I made it to where Winter Fell and back to Pyke without being struck down, think I'm winning them over."

"Vyman," Edmure narrowed his gaze at the man, "Asha is my lady wife, I will not allow you to speak to her in such a manner."

Vyman gulped, "Pardon my lord. I'm from the Reach originally, there has never been but bad blood between us and those of the Iron Islands."

Edmure huffed, "Do I need to summon a new maester, or will you be able to see past your own prejudice to do your duty."

"I am here to serve," Vyman bowed his head.

Utherydes coughed, "My lord, you called Lady Asha your wife, I thought the ceremony was to be held here. We have already dispatched invitations to your lords and kinfolk."

"We are wed as the custom of the Iron Born," Edmure clarified, "but such ceremonies are not recognized by the Faith. As such we will have to have a second ceremony following the will of the Seven."

"Understood," Utherydes frowned, "does that mean the Lady will be staying with you, or the chambers of the Lady of Riverrun."

Asha grimaced and Edmure looked to Catelyn. His sister spoke authoritatively, "Lady Asha will remain in her own quarters." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Edmure, "Lord Tully will refrain from his husbandly duties until after the wedding."

"Understood my lady," Utherydes swallowed, "I have made ready your rooms Lady Catelyn, it is good to have you home. Even if the reasons behind such are less than ideal."

Edmure squeezed Catelyn's hand as she quietly thanked the steward. He knew from the council at Winterfell there would be no way for Catelyn and Eddard to reconcile. There was just too much plotting in motion. The old lion, while wounded by the actions of his children was not toothless and was stalking about even placing agents close to the heir of Winterfell. The sun vipers of Dorn had also coiled around the wolves, even claiming both of Edmure's nieces in a way. Sansa to the Crown Prince and plotting to match Arya with Doran's youngest son. The roses had Robb and Winterfell within their thorny grip.

Upon reaching Riverrun, Catelyn immediately went to visit their father. Edmure showed Asha the castle, including the lock system used to defend the side not naturally protected by the rivers. Showing her the godswood he was surprised to find one of Lord Blackwood's sons in a standoff with Riverrun's Septon. The old man was berating him about bringing a symbol of a heathen religion into Riverrun.

Behind the Blackwood knight, a sapling with white bark and red leaves had been planted in the mound of soil where a weirwood tree had stood before the coming of the Andals. Riverrun was built on this land after the Andal invasion, the tree had been felled before House Tully started construction. Legend stated the mound was also the grave of many Children of the Forest who'd been slaughtered when the Rivermen knelt to Andal rule and faith.

Asha gripped Edmure's arm tightly as the Septon continued berating the knight and demanding the tree be ripped out and burned. Stepping forward Edmure spoke evenly, "Ser Blackwood is completing a task I requested of him." The man of the Faith looked flabbergasted as Edmure looked at the younger knight, "Was your other task as successful?"

"Yes, my lord," the knight looked to Asha, "my lady the message was received and understood by the intended recipient. He rode from the God's Eye with me, we parted on the road, he goes to complete the last order he received from The Unlikely, then he will return to his sworn duty."

Asha nodded before releasing Edmure's arm and moving toward the sapling, "Thank you, Ser Blackwood, you completed a task I had intended to do myself. Had I not become ill."

"The God's Eye is wrought with dangers," the knight bowed his head, "few who set foot there are ever seen again. Though I was there mere hours, I heard many voices, the sources of which I could not see. The content of what the voices said made no sense. I heard two men arguing over whether Rhaenyra or Aegon were the rightful heir of Viserys. I heard a man and woman saying vows in the tongue of the First Men, then speaking with others unseen in the common tongue."

"The island remembers all that occurs on its shores," Asha placed a hand on the man's shoulder, they were closer in age, "For the service you rendered House Tully, you will always find shelter under our roof."

Edmure nodded his agreement, "Seek the steward and tell him I requested a chamber be made ready for your use. I will have Maester Vyman send word to Raventree Hall that you arrived safely at Riverrun and remain as our guest."

"Thank you, my lord," the knight calmly walked back towards the castle interior.

Once the man was out of earshot the Septon regained himself, "My lord, you should not shelter that man. He has set foot on a wicked accursed place. Who knows what evils cling to him."

"That man," Edmure snarled, "swallowed his own fears to set foot on land held so sacred by the faith of his forefathers that even the thought of tainting it with one's footprints is deemed a sacrilege. He did not fear demons, he feared offending his gods. Gods that permitted him to pass through their most sacred lands, to bring forth a living symbol of their power."

Asha knelt before the sapling, "Many have set foot on the God's Eye, but few have been given the honor of leaving those shores."

The Septon scoffed, "It has become a trend it seems. Many Reacher knights have sought out saplings for their Houses, even Lord Tyrell's son is said to have made the trip. One of Lord Blackwood's other sons made the trek and delivered multiple saplings to King's Landing."

"You hear that Asha," Edmure chuckled, "the gods are smiling upon the blood of the First Men once more. Mayhap they will forgive your people their cowardice of the last Long Night."

"I'll believe that the day I win a round of dice against you, my lord," Asha turned to face the tree and bowed her head in prayer.

(King's Landing)

Robert Baratheon was furious, at least that was the general consensus of his small council and the courtiers that had gathered when word came Ser Boros Blount was dragged to the throneroom by his former sworn brother, with an escort that included the King's Hand, recently instated Crown Prince, said Crown Prince's brother, the Hand's younger daughter, and the recently dethroned queen.

Robert sat fuming on the throne, had his war hammer been in reach there would definitely be at least one fewer breathing person in the throne room. His glare went from his former wife to his former kingsguard. Blount was a Crownslander so it was a stretch to say he'd done this under the orders of Tywin Lannister.

The only man probably angrier than Robert was Barristan the Bold, Selmy stood with his three remaining brothers facing their fallen brother. Robert had given Blount permission to turn his cloak to black just the previous day, and here he was the sole survivor of a group that had snuck into the castle to spirit away the disgraced queen.

As Robert fumed, Ned and Renly were doing their duties as Hand and Master of Laws respectively. Most questions from Renly would receive little more than a grunt in affirmative or negative. In all truth, Robert wasn't mad that this occurred, just mad that the idiot Boros got caught. Even Ned didn't buy that Boros was intending to ransom Cersei to Tywin or even to the Faith. Tywin had all but disowned his daughter publically, but if any harm were to befall her the perpetrators would find a new understanding of suffering at the whim of the Old Lion. The Faith on the other hand wouldn't pay for Cersei, they'd expect her to be turned over to them as an act of faithful devotion and a desire to see true justice done.

Robert watched as Boros kept his mouth shut on who was supporting his actions during the interrogation in front of the small council and gathered nobles. It was as Boros was spinning a tale about planning to bribe the Stark guards to turn Cersei over to him that Robert's eyes met Neds, and he knew. Eddard had spent far too long cleaning up Robert's messes not to see the signs. Ned's eyes narrowed in exasperation before he turned to Boros and spoke, "I take it whomever you were working for promised you a fate other than your remaining days on the Wall?"

Boros nodded, "Aye, I'd be on the next ship to Essos."

"I see," Ned whistled and Lyanna stalked out of the shadows to stand at his side, "I cannot fault a man that fears his fate." He motioned to the blackened stones where decades ago his own father had been murdered, "I am sure when my father was cooked in his own armor that he had feared. Fears for my brother who soon joined him in death, fear for me, my younger brother, and my sister whose fate was at the time unknown." Ned's eyes hardened, "The one thing I know he did not fear was his own death. He lived a good life, was honorable, and remained loyal to the oaths he swore. He knew the reward waiting for him in the next life. It sickens me, that a man such as you can call yourself a knight."

Boros gulped as Lyanna stalked closer, the upper part of her muzzle curling back as a low growl began, "Please, Lord Hand, call it off."

"What would you have done if my men chose not to accept your bribes?" Ned's growl echoed that of his dire wolf, "What would have been their fate had they proven themselves better men than you? Men who kept to their oaths and duties, men that did not fear death because they know their reward does not come in this life."

"We'd have just knocked them out," Boros pleaded, "I'm not stupid, we kill your men you'd have your wolves dining on our innards with by the next moon."

Robert gulped as the wolf bearing the name of his lost love bared down on the disgraced knight, "Lord Stark, we don't execute prisoners in the throne room, or by the wolf, at least in the Crownlands."

"As you command," Ned exhaled, "Lyanna, here."

The dire wolf made a false lunge, snapping her jaws inches from Ser Blount's face. As the wolf stalked back to stand behind Lord Stark she continued to send Blount a hungry look. Robert could almost see the wolf feeding off Ned's desire to send poor Boros to whatever counted as hell for the followers of the Old Gods.

Standing Robert sighed, "Ser Boros Blunt for your actions in attempting to free the former queen and the assault on those in the godswood this morning including my cousins the crown prince, and his brother. I'd offer you the Wall, but seeing as you did all this to escape that fate, you'll be remanded to the black cells until we figure out an execution that appeases all parties involved." As Boros was escorted away, Ned and Renly took their places with the rest of the small council. Robert looked to where Cersei stood under guard, "Since we're all here. Let's be done with this farce."

"Your Grace," Tyrion stepped forward, "my father and niece are still at the manse if you'd permit me the time to send a message."

Robert grumbled, but a look from Ned made him exhale, "Fine," exasperatedly he looked around the room, seeing Arya's new shadow, "Ned, who is that Lorathi with your daughter."

Ned was about to speak but Syrio quickly cut in, "Pardon my lord, your grace. I should have informed you sooner. Jarquen H'ghar is an old student of mine. I summoned him when I realized I'd not be able to be in two places at once to train both Lord Stark's daughters as well as the Princess. He will be accompanying the girl when she travels south."

Robert noticed the appreciative look the Lorathi gave the Braavosi. Board already he stepped down to where Aegon and Jon stood, "So lads, your first real taste of fighting. What'd you think?"

"If we always have the advantage of surprise we'll never lose," Aegon rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, "To be honest though, I've fought before. I grew up on ships, pirates are always looking for people to sell into slavery."

Jon nodded, "Nothing like fighting pirates, but Robb and I have gotten dragged into a bar brawl or two caused by Theon."

Robert snorted as Ned groaned, "Guessing your thrice-damned visions didn't show your boys getting into the same scrapes we did back in the day."

"No," Ned sighed, "and those scrapes were your and Denys's fault mind you."

"Can't argue that," Robert looked back to the two young men, he couldn't call them boys anymore. They'd drawn live steel and ended the lives of men. The cutthroats they'd killed may not have been the best warriors in the land, but they were still men and men who would have killed Aegon and Jon had they not done them first.

Robert looked to where Gendry stood with the Hound, while Sandor served Tywin, he was currently working for Lord Stark. Sandor and Gendry would be escorting Arya and Edric Dayne to Starfall before returning to King's Landing. Robert was already considering who would take on Gendry as a squire, he couldn't very well let the boy go to the Westerlands, only a fool hands over a potential hostage so easily. As Aegon had said, House Baratheon was in a perilous position, no thanks to Robert's own foolishness.

"Gendry," Robert motioned to a door behind the throne, "Cabinet in the small council chambers, two oil cloth wrappings, bring them here."

Gendry gave a curt nod before following the directions. Quickly he returned with the two items in question. Robert had been surprised when the barmy old raven dragon had presented them. He'd been less surprised by one than the other. Making sure which was which he handed one sword to each young man, "Next time you two get into a scuffle, let these remind people where your blood comes from."

Sharing a look Aegon and Jon removed the oil cloths protecting the swords. Not that the cloths were necessary. Aegon's eyes widened as he uncovered then unsheathed Blackfyre. Jon's jaw widened as he pulled Dark Sister. Aegon gulped, "How?"

"Bloodraven," Robert explained, "He'd always had Dark Sister with him, figured it was time it passed on to another wielder. As for Blackfyre, that's a bit of a tale. Apparently, Aenys Blackfyre brought the sword back to Westeros when he was invited to present his claim to the throne at the Great Council."

Robert looked sternly at the blade, "Regardless of the shite the Maesters write in their books. Bloodraven did not intend to murder Aenys. He meant for the Great Council to finally end the Blackfyre question, just as the previous ones upheld sons and their lines inherited before the lines of daughters."

Jon looked at the sword in his hand, "If he meant for him to speak, why did he murder him and present his head?"

Sighing Robert rested his hand on Jon's shoulder, "Love my boy, it makes fools of us all. Everyone speaks of the Black Dragon, Bittersteel, and Bloodrave. Some forget not all of Aegon the Fourth's bastards were sons. Brynden's full sisters died in the Great Spring Sickness, leaving only him and his paramour loyal to their father's house. Their half-sister the Seastar vanished in two-eleven, most believed she had died only the Targaryen and Baratheons knew the truth. She'd been taken by Bittersteel."

Aegon's jaw fluttered as it clenched, "Aenys told Bloodraven her fate?"

"In great detail," Robert shook his head, "the dumb shit abused the rite of safe conduct to stab him with words harsher than any knife. To reveal the woman he loved had been beaten, tortured, and abused in ways too horrible to even think. Any man would have done as Brynden Rivers had. Aegon the Fifth agreed. Grandfather could not pardon the murder but he could show lenience."

Aegon swallowed, "He sent Bloodraven to the Wall, and he took both swords."

"Had Blackfyre remained in King's Landing it could have incited the rest of Aenys kin. They were already upset that the murderer was permitted to keep his head. Reclaiming the ancestral sword would only make it seem like The Fifth supported the act." Robert nodded to the sword, "Brynden felt no good came from these swords back then. Now as weapons that can defeat the Others, it's time these blades redeem some of the honor they once held. In the hands of those who respect the power they grant, the power to deem who lives and dies."

Aegon's brows rose, "They're swords, I get how they can take life, but how do they deem who lives?"

A chuckle came from Robert, "The same way, you grant someone their life by protecting them from whatever tries to kill them."

(Winterfell)

"Wow," Rickon charged ahead of his brother and good sister as the massive forms entered by ducking beneath the gatehouse of the outer wall. Margaery gasped and reached to stop the boy, but Osha shook her head.

The older woman smirked, "They will not harm him."

Robb could only blink as the shorter of the two giants lowered his arm to allow Rickon to clamber up using the being's shaggy hair. A boisterous laugh came from behind the giants as Lord Umber and his son rode into the gate, "See the pup of Winterfell has achieved something his brothers have never done."

Small Jon Umber chuckled, "I'm sure Lord Bran will still have enough of the North in him to try."

"Aye," Great Jon dismounted and approached Robb, "My lord, it feels like yesterday I was here last. A bit quieter than last time."

Robb smirked, "A couple months, it has been quiet around here, but it is good to see you again Great Jon." Robb motioned to the Giants, "Who are your friends here?"

"The greybeard is Mag the Might, sort of a Magnar in his own right. The bigger one is Wun Wun, it is best to use their brief names full names would get yeh tongue tied in knots and one wrong pronunciation, and you're likely propositioning to bed their sister." Great Jon chuckled, "Oh, and how's your Old Tounge, they don't know common."

"Decent," Robb mused, "you attended my wedding."

A snort came from Great Jon, "My youngest can recite the wedding vows. You're talking to them, not marrying them."

Margaery smirked as Rickon settled on Mag the Mighty's shoulder, "Little Wolf, what have we told you about riding?"

"He's a giant, not a dire wolf," Rickon called back down.

Placing her hands on her hips Margaery sighed with feigned exasperation, "That is even worse, would you jump on Great Jon and expect him to carry you all over Winterfell?"

Rickon hesitated before looking at Mag and speaking in the Old Tounge, "Is it okay?" At the giant's nod, the boy smiled and yelled down, "He doesn't mind."

Tormund exited the keep, "Ah, Mag and Wun Wun," he frowned, "Hey what you doing up there pup?"

"He says it's okay," Rickon called down.

Tormund sulked, "Whenever I asked to scout from your shoulder all I get is a snarl."

"You are also a fully grown man," Robb patted the Free Folk leader's shoulder, "speaking of where is Styr."

"Inside," Tormund pointed a the door as Styr exited laiden with bags.

The Thenn leader glared, "You volunteered us, why am I carrying all this?"

"I didn't mean to volunteer us in particular," Tormund growled back, "I just said to Mance it would look like a nice gesture if a couple of us went with the pup to visit his mum for this wedding thing. I was thinking he'd send Val and one of the others, maybe your son."

Osha shook her head at the pair, "If a hair on the Little Lord's or Beth's heads is out of place neither of you will have any more sons or daughters." Both men paled as the spear wife narrowed her eyes at them, "One hair, understood."

Styr gulped as Jory approached followed by Lancel and Beth. His eyes went to the man, "You are a braver man than most. You willingly stay as your wife gets heavy with child."

"I'd be more worried about what happens to me when I got back," Jory looked to the younger pair behind him, "Lancel if my cousin does not return in the manner she left."

Lancel gulped, "I assure you, she will be well and unharmed. You have my word."

Great Jon laughed, "Don't be so skittish boy, you touch her unwantedly and there are places in the Neck where no one will find you."

Beth rolled her eyes, "Just because Father is in King's Landing doesn't mean you need to act like brutish barbarians Southerners think we are."

"It's not an act Beth," Robb walked over to her and guided her towards the giants, "but the truth is you're the only daughter House Cassel has. As the acting Lord of Winterfell, it is my responsibility to ensure your safety." Robb called over his shoulder, "One hair Lannister, one hair out of place and you will understand the meaning of Winter is Coming."

Another gulp came from Lancel. Kevan appeared at his shoulder, "Do not worry son, I know you won't do anything foolish." Lancel nodded, "Now as for why you are getting the stinkeye from everyone born North of the Neck. It's been noted that you and Beth have been seen around the keep."

"Father," Lancel started but his father halted him.

"I am not opposed to the match, but you will need the blessing of Tywin. Your uncle is a difficult man, even when we do not live directly under his thumb. I cannot give you details, but he does not always react well when he is opposed to a match." Kevan looked to where Beth was coaxing her young charge from the giant's shoulder, "We need the North, and with Lord Stark's daughters all but spoken for. A House so closely tied to House Stark would be beneficial."

Lancel nodded, "I understand Father, but Uncle should know I serve House Stark now. I will always be a Lannister, but my duty is to guard those under my charge, even if that means defying the Lord of the Rock."

"Braver men than you have said those words son," Kevan smirked, "but none of them were lions. I know not if Tywin intends to attend Lord Edmure's wedding, he should be returning to the Rock by then. Send word once your party makes it south of the Neck. With the giants and their mammoths, you should be able to avoid the Twins, my sister wrote that she and her husband have journeyed to King's Landing, they will no doubt make an appearance at the heir of Riverrun's wedding to mend the ties between House Frey and their liege lord's House."

A few hours later Lancel sat at a campfire as Beth prepared the evening meal humming a song in the Old Tongue. Lancel was the only one at the site who couldn't understand the words. The melody was slow and the tone of words carried a deep sadness.

When she finished he asked, "What was that song?"

"No actual name, but it's a lament for days and things gone," Beth looked to the two Umbers and the two Free Folk that made up the rest of Rickon's guard along with the two giants, "The First Men came to Westeros, and we made war with the Giants and Children of the Forest. Only making peace when the Long Night fell upon us and the Others came. After that, we lived in peace, side by side like this."

Styr sighed, "Until the kneelers came."

Lancel frowned, "What?"

Tormund snorted, "You think we Free Folk have always been North of the wall? Do you think we saw the Builder putting it up and said, oh that land up there looks nice we'll go live there with the murderous ice people and wights?"

"The Andals came," Small Jon said plainly, "with their Seven, torches, and steel axes. They cut down the weirwoods wherever they were found. They persecuted our people. It was either convert or die. Those who could, fled to the North, the one place the Andals could not follow."

Great Jon grumbled, "Most were small folk, but life in the North is harsh. Our ancestors could not care for all those who came seeking shelter. The gates in the Wall have always been as there were a few settlements beyond the wall. At the time they were outposts of the Night's Watch most likely to observe the activity of the Others and provide supplies for the Watch."

"Being forced to live beyond the Wall created animosity between those who lived beyond and those who lived on this side." Beth explained, "Even then most people began second-guessing the Others' continued survival."

"Have the people of the North always known the Free Folk were refugees of the Andal invasion?" Lancel asked.

Great Jon shook his head, "No, but the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch is an old friend. His people have been scouring the castles along the Wall for all the information they can find. In one fort he found documents detailing the resettlement of refugees into the Haunted Forest. In another keep, there was a journal with entries detailing the former refugees denouncing the laws and customs of those hiding behind the Wall. Probably the first recorded usage of the terms Wildling and Free Folk."

Rickon pipped up from where he sat leaning against Shaggy Dog, "Why did the Andals hurt and chase our people Septon Chayle is nice?"

"One tolerant Septon doesn't change what less scrupulous men of his order did," Great Jon huffed, "Had the Andals not come, or had come in peace. We'd have been much better off."

Styr grumbled, "We take back what we lost."

A snort came from Tormund, "You Thenn are always thick-headed." He indicated to Beth, "You forget the meaning of that song. It laments the passing of time, that what once was is not likely to return. Too much time has passed, too much blood on the stones. You know as well as I, the giants' numbers have been dwindling for centuries. Regardless of how the fight with the Others goes, the giants will vanish from this world eventually."

Rickon looked to where Mag and Wun Wun sat near their mammoths, "Why are they going to vanish?"

"Giants aren't like us, and because of that, normally when they come into contact with men." Tormund grimaced, "Normally it doesn't end well for them. To be honest even for those of us from beyond the Wall. We harass them as bad as anyone else."

Styr leaned towards Rickon and smirked, "Not all of us have the wolf's blood little lord. The blood of the First, the pact maker, the chosen son of the Old Gods."

Lancel looked at the Thenn leader seriously, "The Starks have wared with your people as often as anyone else, and even some kings and lords of Winterfell were slain by Free Folk. Yet you speak of them as being important."

"Death comes for all, little lion." Tormund chuckled, "Even the great men of the Age of Heroes succumbed to that truth."

(King's Landing)

Tywin found his place among the courtier's gallery. Knowing that what was to come would be hardest for his grandchildren he'd made sure to find Tommen and reunite him with Mrycella. Which put him near the Starks and their plethora of guards and wolves. Tyrion's message had included the incident in the godswood, that Boros Blount had brought his name into that sordid affair would not be forgotten.

"Lord Lannister," plastering a benevolent smile on his face the Lord of Casterly Rock turned to Lady Sansa, "Lady Sansa, how fair you this morn."

"It was better before my betrothed and brother happened upon father being accosted in the godswood." Lady Sansa's tone was edged. The girl was still young and while recent events had shredded some of her naivete, she was not the tortured girl turned into a hardened Queen of the North the visions showed. Tywin did not need her to become that type of Queen, the Seven Kingdoms would need a queen the like Rhaella could have been had Aerys not become the broken thing he became. A mother to the people, one who they could feel would both love and protect them from the horrors to come. "I wish I could warn you father's decision, but he has not shared it with any of us."

Tywin's smile tightened, it was saying something that Cersei still drew breath after the morning's altercation. Lord Stark was a man of his word, Cersei would leave King's Landing with her head, but her fate after that was unsure.

Murmuring from the gallery quieted as Lord Stark moved to stand before the throne. Robert sat on the high seat uncomfortably, at the base of the stairs leading to the throne Aegon and Jon stood on either side. In front of them, all the four remaining members of the kingsguard stood in a line. Ned motioned for the remainder of the gallery to quiet, "Bring forth Lady Cersei Lannister."

Seeing his daughter being escorted forward like a common criminal irked him. He did not know if it was the simple sight of his daughter being treated so, or if it was the fact that she'd done this to herself. Cersei just so happened to stop on the charred stones where the fire that killed Rickard Stark had been set. Tywin grimaced as that was the same spot he'd had his men lay Elia and the children's bodies.

A moment of pause and Ned continued speaking, "Lady Cersei, you have been accused of multiple offenses to the crown. How do you answer these accusations?"

"Guilty," Cersei answered smoothly, "I have confessed my sins and penance from my gods for my crime. The gods have condemned me to life and the whim of men."

Ned nodded, "You claim the Old Gods as your own."

"I do," Cersei responded, "I am the blood of the First Men through the union of the last daughter of the Magnar of the Rock who married the Andal Joffrey Lydden. Their descendants kept the name Lannister and proclaimed themselves Kings of the Rock. The gods of Earth and Tree trace my path, I have erred."

Looking to the throne Eddard spoke to Robert, "Your Grace."

"By the laws of the Conciliator, those who profess the Old Gods and are true may request the Lord of Winterfell to hear their plea." Robert grumbled, "Just so happens he and the Lord Hand are one and the same today. The Crown will accept the decision of your ruling Lord Stark."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Lord Stark's eyes hardened, if the man's eyes could harden anymore then he'd actually freeze people. Tywin gulped as the Hand turned back to Cersei, "Lady Cersei Lannister, you have lain with your brother a sworn member of the kingsguard. You have passed your incestual offspring as the trueborn children of the king. You have plotted and enacted the murders of numerous women and children, not the least of which included the late Princess Elia and her daughter Princess Rhaenys."

Cersei knelt and bowed her head, "I will accept your judgment."

"You have broken your vows as a wife. You have taken in malice and unjust cause that which the gods gifted." Ned growled, "For these crimes, I would see you hung from the branches of a weirwood, but the gods have spoken. You sought their judgment in Winterfell, and they condemned you to live in your guilt for your remaining days. The laws of man must also be appeased. For that reason, I exile you to the Isle of Faces within the God's Eye."

Tywin's teeth clinched, it was not as bad as it could have been, but it wasn't good. Exile meant Cersei would live, but the Isle of Faces wasn't Essos. At least there he could support her, and arrange an advantageous match that both benefited him and ensured his daughter was comfortable in her banishment.

He looked at his grandchildren, Mrycella's eyes were misty and she was tightly holding Lady Sansa's hand as the older girl tried to console her. Tommen was trying to keep his composure, Bran Stark next to him coaxing him to keep his head up and not allow the tears briming in his eyes to fall. Tywin sighed as it was time for him to play his part.

Stepping forward Tywin loomed over his daughter, "Your Grace, as the disgraced Lady Cersei's father, I apologize for the dishonor she has shown yourself and your House. I request my daughter's two younger children be legitimized as Lannisters and placed in the line of succession for my house as the children of their true father Jaime Lannister who is now a member of the Night's Watch."

Robert stood from the throne, "Granted, Mrycella Baratheon, who in truth is Myrcella Waters will henceforth be Myrcella Lannister. Tommen Baratheon, who in truth is Tommen Waters will henceforth be Tommen Lannister. Tommen as the legitimized son of his father," Robert spat the name, "Jaime Lannister formerly of the kingsguard and now a Brother of the Night's Watch, is the acknowledged heir of House Lannister of Casterly Rock. Following him is Mrycella Lannister, who in turn is followed by their uncle, Tyrion Lannister the current Master of Coin."

Tywin bowed to the king, "Thank you, Your Grace."

Aegon spoke up, "What of Joffrey Waters? He remains in Winterfell."

"I have no need for a mad and crippled heir," Tywin stated coldly, "it is well known the things that boy has done while flaunting his supposed position as the Crown Prince. Butchering a pregnant cat, tormenting his younger siblings, and treating those loyal to him as less than human. The Starks treat their wolves better than Joffrey did his own sworn shield."

Robert huffed, "Joffrey Waters will remain at Winterfell until such time as he is deemed capable of something of benefit to the Night's Watch. At such time it is deemed so he will take his vows at Winterfell and be sent to join his father at the Wall." Robert glared at Tywin, "For the continued care for the boy, House Lannister will pay House Stark recompense until such time as Joffrey Water's is sent to the Wall."

Ned spoke up, "In lieu of recompense House Stark will foster Tommen Lannister."

"Agreed," Tywin nodded to Ned, he then looked to Robert, "If there is nothing else I request my daughter be transferred to my custody to see that her punishment be enacted."

Robert scoffed, "You expect me to trust you will see your beloved daughter marooned on the Isle of Faces?"

"It is not only your House she has dishonored, Your Grace," Tywin sent a glare at Cersei, "I mean to see she is prepared to live out her days in seclusion."

Shaking his head Robert sat back on his throne, "She remains in the maiden vault until the day you depart the city. I will send men to ensure it is she who is dumped on the Isle of Face and not someone else. I will permit the continued visitation of her children as they were in Winterfell until you depart. All other visitors must be approved by myself or the small council."

"Understood," Tywin paused, "In regards to this morning's incident, would you permit me to add House Lannister men to her guard."

"Aye, but I'll be adding House Baratheon guards, men she hasn't known from my brother Stannis' retinue." Robert declared, "I'll also have the Master of Whispers lend a couple Martell guards. Let the former queen have one last honor guard."

(Riverrun)

Caitlyn sat sewing in her father's chambers, the light from the hearth flickering across the room creating harsh shadows. A knock at the door drew her attention, "Come."

Asha entered carrying a tray, "You didn't come down for dinner." She crossed to a table and sat the tray down.

Sighing Caitlyn set her sewing aside, "You could have just sent a servant."

"Still a little strange bossing people here around," Asha glanced to the bed, "That's him, Hoster Tully?"

A sad smile came to her face as Caitlyn looked at her prone father, "Yes, it's hard to imagine. To me, Father always seemed so strong."

Asha swallowed, "What's wrong with him?"

"Vyman is not completely sure," Caitlyn grimaced, "He fell ill two years ago, I had hoped to visit with the children before his condition deteriorated so. The situation in the North did not permit me to journey far often."

"You mean Jon," Asha stated.

Caitlyn sighed, "To my shame yes, had I shown the boy the modicum of faith he showed me in respect. My nephew did everything to prove his loyalty to my children, and every attempt I viewed as part of a plot to take what was theirs." Caitlyn looked to Asha, "Your father has bastards does he not."

"Perhaps," Asha shrugged, "He'd had a salt wife or two in his youth. Any Pykes that claim him as a father wouldn't have any dreams of inheriting the Iron Islands. The best they could hope for is a captaincy if they were a boy. Girls would find themselves the salt wives of the Lord Reaver's favored captains."

Caitlyn snorted, "Send word to your brother that if he comes across any girls with the surname Pyke secret them to the Riverlands. We will find appropriate Houses for them to find employment with. Anything would be better than being a reaver's mistress."

"I might have made it sound more sordid," Asha mused, "Children of salt wives may be viewed as bastards, but they and their mothers are still treated with respect. Like I told you before Uncle Victarion was incensed when Crow Eye murdered his salt wife. For women in the Iron Islands, there are few ways to protect yourself. If you are not the wife or daughter of a respected captain or a ruling family, your lot is little better than a girl born to Thralls." Asha mused, "Boys with the name Pyke that know their father have their kinfolk to fall back on. If they got trueborn brothers they know there will always be a ship to serve on, and if their father has no trueborn son. Well, the contest to prove one's worth to be given the family name can be heated."

"At least on the mainland we know the paths of succession," Caitlyn looked to her motionless father, "I know it will be some weeks, but I hope he can hold on long enough so his grandchildren can meet him."

Asha sighed, "Speaking of," when Caitlyn looked at her she continued, "You can stop giving your brother the stinkeye, I am not with child. Just late."

A relieved sigh came from Caitlyn, "Thank the Mother," she looked sternly at the girl, "I know you needed to dance that mummer's farce to appease your father. I would not wish Edmure and your first child to be born of such deplorable acts. You are not just a broodmare for my brother, you are his wife and Lady of Riverrun."

"I know good sister," Asha smirked, "now eat, I will sit with my good father while you do."

(King's Landing)

Robert sat in his solar with Lord Stark pacing like the wolf on his heraldry. By the hearth, Lyanna lay, but her head was poised watching the King. Sighing, Robert finally grew tired of the silence, "Speak damn it."

"You were behind Ser Blount's actions this morning," Ned snarled, "how could you?"

Robert grimaced, "A moment of weakness." The King rubbed his brow, "After you left my solar when Ser Blount was informing he was departing the kingsguard for the watch. I started thinking about Jaime, about how many times the smarmy shit and his sister were doing each other behind my back. Boros admitted he was more often than not the one guarding Cersei the nights they were together. He swore he didn't know what they were doing, the damn idiot."

"So you hired him to abduct Cersei?" Ned sighed, "To what end?"

"Honestly," Robert shrugged, "I don't know. I knew Boros wasn't going to the Wall by choice. It's the only option for knights who willingly leave the kingsguard. I was angry, was really looking forward to seeing that bitch's head parted from her body."

Exhaling sharply Ned sat across from Robert, "Can't say I don't know how you feel. The moment I awoke after the visions. There was a list of people I wanted to kill. People who harmed my kin, people whose very existence caused nothing but chaos, and those whose arrogance led to the death of everything."

"What stayed your hand?" Robert leaned forward, "Not just your vaunted honor."

"We both know honor is for children Robert," Ned growled, "it's an ideal to live and strive for, but when dealing with people like the Lannisters and Baelish, it's a paper shield at best." Ned looked to Lyanna, "What truly stayed my hand was Lord Tywin. He walked into Winterfell knowing full well he'd baited the wolf by informing me he knew Jon's heritage. Even before realizing I too had been granted the visions he knew to protect my sister's son, I would make the Reins of Castemere equate to a nursery rhyme in comparison to what I'd to the Lannisters. After realizing I had the visions he fully expected he'd walked into an early grave."

Robert snorted, "What did he do to prevent that?"

"He proved to me to be a man who could put his personal feelings aside for the betterment of the realm," Ned said coldly, "True he was grasping at Mrycella and Tommen to salvage his House and keep it from passing the Tyrion. This same man started a war because Caitlyn arrested Tyrion falsely believing he'd hired a catspaw to kill Bran."

Robert blinked, "Why would anyone send someone to kill your boy?"

Ned frowned, "Events at Winterfell went much differently in the worlds of the vision. Jon did not encounter you in the crypts for one, you paid your respects immediately upon arrival. Caitlyn's prejudice kept the boy out of your sight the rest of your stay which was much shorter. One day we went on a hunt, and while we were afield, the kingslayer and your wife satiated their carnal desires in the Broken Tower. While they were doing so Bran was climbing the exterior of the tower. When he reached the window to the chamber they were using he saw them. Before he could flee the kingslayer caught him, and threw him from the tower."

Robert paled, "Ned."

"Bran survived but even before he woke the Maester told us it was not likely he'd ever walk again." Ned's eyes hardened, "While telling this to your wife you made a comment about it being better that Bran did not wake to a life as a cripple."

"I swear Ned," Robert shook his head.

"I know it wasn't you," Ned sighed, "It was Joffrey, he overheard you and in his own demented way he thought he was doing Bran a favor and impressing you. He gave the catspaw a Valarian steel dagger you won gambling with Baelish."

"The dagger," Robert grimaced, "How did it lead you to know Joffrey was behind the attempt."

Ned shook his head, "It was through Baelish that our suspicions were aimed at the Lannisters. The prat knew exactly what Caitlyn would do, he named Tyrion as the owner of the dagger, claiming the imp bet against his brother at a tourney. We'd also been led to believe the Lannisters were behind Jon Arryn's death. We were all dancing to Littelfinger's tune."

"A tune that has been permanently silenced," Robert sighed, "What are we going to do about Blount?"

"Regardless of who put him up to it," Ned frowned, "he attacked my men and me. Had Aegon, Jon, Arys, and the wolves not happened upon us, things would not have turned out in our favor."

Swallowing Robert nodded, "I'm sorry Ned, I wasn't thinking. I warned him no harm was to be done to the men guarding her. Didn't think they'd attack in a freaking godswood."

"Why not," Ned sighed, "to men of the Faith, a godswood is little more than a garden."

(Next Morning)

Stannis stood with his wife and Renly among other nobles gathered in the godswood. He noticed Melisandre and her fellow Red Priests were in attendance, along with the Mormonts sisters and the younger one's man. Closer to the tree Aegon, Jon, Bran, and Tommen stood. Tywin, Tyrion, and another man from House Lannister he recognized as Ser Daven Lannister of Lannisport.

Beyond Selyse and Melisandre there were few women present. Not without just cause, Stannis was one of the few who knew what would be occurring today. Ser Boros Blount had attacked the Hand of the King, this could not go unpunished. Since the Hand followed the Old Gods, it was prudent to follow their traditions.

Stannis was also one of the few who understood the reality that more small folk followed the Old Gods than the Faith would ever admit. Commoners were not the dullards most highborns believed them to be. More than once he'd overheard men on Dragonstone whispering in the tongue of the First Men. Without the Faith Militant to enforce their will, the Faith had lost their stranglehold. The Mountain Clans of the Vale may be a poor reflection of their ancestors and little more than bandits, the hidden enclaves of Old God worshipers in the other regions could topple kingdoms.

Robert and Eddard finally arrived with the four loyal kingsguard escorting their fallen brother. Stannis grimaced at the runes branded into the poor man's brow. The way Jon and the other Northerners spat at the man as he drew near gave him some idea of what the runes meant. Not that he'd have to wait long to find out.

"Attention all," Eddard spoke from beside the sapling, "we are gathered to send this man to the gods. He has broken his oaths as a knight and member of the kingsguard. He defiled the sanctity of this keep by leading men of ill repute to commit crimes against the crown. He attack my men and myself in this very godswood."

The High Septon spoke up, "He is of noble blood and a man of the faith, he has the right to trial beneath the Father's auspices."

"He has admitted his guilt and been sentenced to death by the King," Eddard glared at the High Septon, "Unless you wish to stand as this man's champion in a trial by combat?"

"I…I," the High Septon looked about, but no man present seemed willing to step forward to his aide.

Eddard nodded, "That's what I thought." He then looked to Robert, "He who passes the sentence swings the blade."

"Knew you'd say that," Robert grumbled, "bring him here." He looked to the tree, "Umm, do we need to dig the pit like your men did with Lorch?"

"No, I condemned Lorch for much worse crimes, it was not his broken vows that earned him his fate, Your Grace," Eddard grimaced, "Regardless of his intent, Blount didn't kill anyone let alone brutally butcher a young girl. His blood will be enough to appease them, they need not his flesh."

Swallowing heavily Robert looked to the tree, "Vicious trees you lot worship."

"We don't worship the trees Robert, they're just a conduit," Eddard looked to a small figure that appeared at his side. Stannis blinked, he'd yet to see one of the Children of the Forest himself, though there had been murmuring of them being glimpsed, even the Little Birds brought reports of them. They served Lord Stark, but Oberyn had also been seen conversing with them. The Lord Hand must have supplied the Master of Whispers with a means to commune with them.

Eddard nodded to the creature and looked to Robert, "It's time."

Blount was forced down before the tree. As Robert accepted Selmy's sword, the High Septon surged forth again, "You are denying him his final words as well as participating in this barbaric heathen practice."

Eddard stopped the High Seption with a hand on his shoulder, "He was of the kingsguard, his final words were taken by Ser Barristan." Eddard's eyes hardened, "Do you see me coming to your Sept and calling you a blathering hypocrite serving empty statues? I would appreciate the same courtesy of you not degrading my people's faith and practices in our own place of worship."

The High Septon gulped, "Lord Stark, I meant no disrespect, I simply fear for this poor man's soul."

"I don't," Eddard coolly said, "I prayed for his soul, my gods will judge him fairly. A better chance he has with them than a man who preaches of charity and celibacy in the morning and spends his nights with prostitutes."

"How?" The High Septon's voice was but a whisper but Stannis was close enough to barely hear and stood at the right angle to read both men's lips as they spoke.

"Does it matter," Eddard growled, "Just know that from now on, your every action will be known to me. The people of flea bottom are destitute and starving while you, a man whose duty is to care for them gorge on fine foods and use offerings to pay your hoares. You and I know you are not empowered by divine right, you are merely the man who had enough coin to sway the so-called Most Devout to select you as High Septon. I am Hand of the King now, and I doubt I need to remind you what happened to the Most Devout and their High Septon the last time a Stark held this position."

Stannis smirked as the three wolves present perked up, but a moment later even the monstrous mother wolf made a whine of disgust.

"Lord Stark," the Master of Ships sneered, "I do believe the poor High Septon has had an accident of the bowels and bladder. Perhaps he should visit the acting Grand Maester."

"Indeed," Eddard stepped away from the man, revulsion evident on his face.

Melisandre seemingly glided forward, "Your lordships, I and Lady Selyse can see him to the Maester's chambers, we have seen enough."

Stannis nodded to his wife who went with Melisandre and the High Septon. He then looked to his brother who was watching the whole encounter amusedly, "Brother, if you'd get on with it we can all get on with our day. I'm sure cousin Aegon would much prefer planning his next attempt to win the heart of a girl so obviously already enraptured with him."

Renly chuckled, "It never hurts to give reminders of why she has feelings for him."

"You both remember that's my daughter you speak of," Ned growled out, but the tone was much more jovial than what he'd used with the High Septon.

Robert cleared his throat, "If you three are done," he indicated the headless corpse at his feet, "you might have noticed I already got it over with while Ned was scaring the poor High Septon to the point of complete incontinence."

Melisandre's words of her and Selyse having seen enough suddenly made sense. Stannis grumbled realizing he'd been so focused on Stark's interaction with the High Septon he'd not noticed Robert swing the sword and remove Blount's head. A frown came to his face as he noticed the surprise on several other attendee's faces, they too had been observing Eddard and the High Septon instead of the actual execution.

Stepping to his brother's side he lowered his voice, "You wanted Eddard to distract everyone, why?"

Robert nodded his head towards the tree, his back was to it meaning Stannis was facing it, "How's the likeness?"

The middle Baratheon brother felt led in his stomach as his eyes found what his brother was referring to. Low on the sapling's trunk a piece of bark had fallen away to reveal something surprising. Boros Blount's face looked back at him with empty eyesockets and a resigned expression. The first drips of sap had just started to seep from the eyes.

Stannis felt a weakness in his legs, "When?"

"Saw it happen in the North," Robert was speaking unusually quiet for the normally boisterous man, "Ned took Lorch's head. Buried it and the man's body beneath the tree where he was executed. Lorch's face appeared on that tree." Robert looked over his shoulder, "Just thankful poor Boros isn't screaming like that craven Lorch."

Tearing his eyes from the face now adorning the tree, Stannis looked to Lord Stark. The other man simply nodded his head before turning to speak with his sons. Stannis swallowed, "What does this mean?"

"We're First Men as well Stannis, I knew this of course, but didn't really understand," Robert grimaced, "Our blood is that of the Durrandon, the Storm Kings that ruled before the coming of the Andals. Seven hells, we still use their sigil and words as ours. Lord Hightower went all the way to Winterfell to renew his oaths to the Old Gods. He told me what Lief the Child of the Forest told him. Words are simply air, actions speak louder."

Stannis nodded, "Then when winter comes, we shall show these Others that Ours is the Fury is more than simply words."

Notes:

Just some notes...

- Ned is a bit harsh in this chapter, but he has just been attacked by someone with ties to the kingsguard. Reflecting what he witnessed happen to his alternate self in the visions, just no Jaime Lannister involved and fewer people on his side killed. Also figuring out his so called best friend was responsible for the attack might have raised his hackles a bit.

- Robert hiring Blount. This is a spur of the moment thing, Robert still has impulse control problems. Remember he hasn't had the visions and doesn't know everything that happened in them, thus Ned revealing about the catspaw and the dagger. Robert really wasn't expecting Blount to take him up on it, and might have had a few drinks before meeting with his former kingsguard. More of a comedy of errors just less comedy and more swords. Inebriated Robert angry at his former wife jokingly makes an offer for Blount to arrange her abduction. Blount thinking it a serious offer suggest payment being means to flee to Essos instead of the Wall. Hungover Robert wakes up to find Blount actually attempted it.

- Blount's execution. Robert and Ned realize they can't let it get to Tywin that Robert was the one that hired Blount to abduct Cersei. Even if it was unintentional and not meant to be taken seriously. It could cause more trouble between the Houses, especially between Baratheon and Lannister. Ned isn't forgiving Robert for this either, even if it was a mistake Robert's actions would have blown back on House Stark as well as Cersei's wellbeing is Ned's responsibility at the time until her banishment officially begins.

- Before people clamor about Cersei being disgraced/dishonored. It is still a matter of birth, no matter her legal status she is the daughter of a Lord Paramount. Even being found guilty of a crime there were certain expectation in treatment of highborn prisoners. Tyrion, accused of regicide was kept in a tower cell until he was found guilty after the trial by combat, only then being moved to the black cells. Also, until Cersei employs Qyburn, women are rarely if ever sent to the black cells.