Hey guys, so here is the next chapter of The Lone Wolf. Hope you all enjoy it, and be ready for more.

Important note at the end

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Noble Six

Standing next to the lord of Winterfell he observed the guards in formation, they walked silently looking for any discrepancies. His northern garbs and fur cloak clinging to him in the wind, his armor left in his room. He had no need for it right now. Their armor had been clean as well as their swords fresh from the smithy. Beards neatly trimmed and eyes blindly staring forward. They needed to look their best for the king. He was only hours away as it was, the timing couldn't be better for Six. They had completed his training and now over five hundred of them were to his standard.

Approaching one random soldier in formation, each one of them were instructed to memorize all the houses and their words in the North. Just as the noble families were taught, all of them passed with flying colors. Even the younger lads who were just now of age to fight, were more fit and had discipline that no army in the north could match. All in a span of four months, but in no way was their training over. Training never stopped, they had only passed the basics. Now they could train on their own or with him, most would prefer the latter than the former.

Learning completely foreign tactics and strategies did not happen overnight. Coupled with their education that took up two days of the week, they were exceeding his expectations which were already high. Of course they had a few drop outs, it was natural, but seeing them progress into a formidable fighting force of five hundred was satisfying. If Winterfell ever came under siege, it would be a fight for the history books.

Once they reached the last man Ned turned back to him, seeming satisfied with them. "Well done, the king will be most impressed with your work."

Six shook his head, "I only provided direction, they did the rest. But yes, they will do for now. Are you sure of the kings intent?"

Ned nodded his head, "Robert would only travel this far North for one thing. He's going to ask me to be his Hand, which means I'll have to go south." He stated grimly.

Six sighed before continuing, "I would say you could always say no given your history with him, but refusing a king? Doesn't seem very likely."

Ned scoffed, "No, not with Robert. Truthfully, I don't think I'd be able to refuse him. As much as I don't want to go south, he's the king and he gets what he wants. And if he needs me, I must be there for him." Six nodded before he released the guards to prepare for the arrival. Bidding his lord farewell he went about his duties.

He spent the next few hours going over preparations with Robb, he'd helped the young lord in anyway he could. His new direwolf pup at his side, they'd found a litter a few weeks ago when they returned from executing a deserter. Curious, they hadn't been south of the wall in thousands of years. Yet, now there was six of them. Each being cared for by one of the Stark children, Jon taking the runt he named Ghost. A red eyed albino.

He had spent some time researching of the war for the dawn after his trip north with Lord Stark. The timing was troubling him, tales of white walkers just before the direwolves? It was too much of a coincidence. Lord Stark hadn't been concerned with it, brushing it off saying they'd been destroyed thousands of years ago. Six wasn't convinced, after what he'd seen? Nothing was out of the question with him.

He heard a trumpet sound as he and Robb looked in the direction, soon enough they heard the shouting of lady Stark. Bran being seen climbing down from the broken tower, they shook their heads at the young boy. Six set the ledger aside they'd been addressing and followed Robb to the main courtyard.

The small folk moving rapidly about to get to their positions, women smoothing out their dresses and the men straightening their back as the royal family arrived. The Starks all lining up to greet their king, he took his place behind them next to Jon and Ser Rodrik. Arya came scampering over with a Stark helmet on.

"What are you doing with that on?" Ned asked her quietly before taking it and handing it to the man behind him. She moved to her spot next to Bran, shoving him aside as she was older than him. The banners now being seen and a boy with golden hair rode through first, Joffrey Baratheon the crown prince. A smirk displayed on his face as he pulled forward. His eyes going directly to Sansa, a predator like grin splayed. Six noticed Robb follow his eyesight before glaring back at him.

Then a large man on a horse came forward, everyone kneeling as he trotted closer. His horse stopped and a squire brought forth a set of stairs to help the man off. 'That cannot possibly be the king." Six thought to himself, Ned had told him of the great warrior Robert Baratheon was. The man before him was fat and had multiple chins hidden behind his massive beard. Cheeks reddened from his constant drinking and feasting.

He heard the large footsteps get closer and before long they were bid to stand. Ned bowing his head before addressing the king. "Your grace." He said simply, Robert narrowed his eyes as he looked the man over.

"You've got fat." Robert declared, a pregnant silence hung in the yard before he saw Ned gesture to the mans large belly as if to say, 'You haven't?'. Soon they both laughed and embraced each other as long lost friends. "Cat!" He said embracing lady Stark as well, a small greeting was said before he addressed Ned once more.

"Nine years, why haven't I seen you. Where the hell have ya been?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"Guarding the north for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours." He bowed his head before the king walked along the line of Starks. Each greeting their king, he shook robbs hand and admired Sansa's beauty. Merely asked Arya her name before stopping at bran, "Ohh show us your muscles." He requested as Bran flexed his arm, getting a belly laugh from the king. "You'll be a soldier!" He declared loudly, walking back to Ned.

Six noticed a woman with golden hair and green eyes exit the royal carriage, being assisted by a man in golden armor. That must be Cersei Lannister, the queen. She was helped by her brother Jaime Lannister, the supposed greatest swordsman in the kingdoms. Six merely looked unimpressed at the two. She had Ned kiss her hand before she heard her husband demand to be taken to the crypts.

"We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait." Her voice anything but warm to her husband. Robert ignored her and walked to the crypts, Ned following behind but not before muttering an apology to her.

"Where's the imp?" He heard Arya say, before Sansa told her to keep quiet. The two never seeming to be on the same page, always bickering.

Cersei seemed to notice the comment as she turned to her brother, "Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast." She gritted out, no doubt angered and embarrassed by the king. Jaime walked off in search of him, sparing a glance with her.

Six took that as his cue to leave and headed for the battlements, needing a moment to himself. He could see the rest of the preceding catching up, what caught his eye the most were the amount of lion banners compared to the stag. He'd heard from lord Stark that the Lannisters were not to be trusted, having read about the sack of kings landing. Then the murder of the mad king by Ser Jaime. Hence why he was referred to as the kingslayer.

It baffled him really, the fact Ser Jaime was damned for killing a mad and vicious king who would have ruined the realm had he not been stopped. But here in Westeros, vows were kept to the highest standard. Especially that of a kings guard.

"Thought I'd find ya here." He turned to Mathos, donning his fresh new armor. The two shook hands before sharing the space, "Not what you expected, our king?"

Six shook his head, "No, from what lord Stark told me of him, was that he was a great warrior during the rebellion. Said to have been given the name of 'The Demon of the Trident'. I saw nothing of that today, it's a shame." He replied with disappointment.

"He was, I fought with lord Stark in both wars for him. Though, I was much younger back in those days and our king was much thinner." Mathos replied with a chuckle that shook his entire body. Six's lips twitched at that, time had changed them both for better or worse it seemed.

"Careful, some may find that disrespectful." Six japed.

Mathos seemed to take in stride, "Oh are you gonna tell on me? By the gods I'd never speak again, they'd tear my tongue right out if you did. Though I know you'd miss the sound of my voice. Shall I sing you a song before you tell the king?" He started to sing the bear and the maiden fair before he dodged a hand that came from behind, laughing harder from Six's attempt.

Enjoying the small moment between the two they shared a laugh, "Ahh, the feast will be a grand affair tonight. The king is known for his drink and lust for food..among other things." Ah yes, the whoremonger he'd heard King Robert called. The brothel in winter town no doubt going to be getting massive business this night. He'd never ventured there and had no desire to do so, the girls always winking and throwing themselves his way. He merely ignored them, all except for one who was dead set on getting him into her bed.

A red headed harlot by the name of Ros, Theon's personal favorite. She'd always gone out of her way to try and seduce him when he'd make trips into the small town. Every time, he turned her down. Though her stubbornness and refusal to give up amused him, he had no interest in laying with her. That part of life was the furthest thing from his mind.

"I'm sure it will be, the pantry no doubt taking a hit along with our cellars. Do we know how long they plan to stay?" Six replied as he rubbed a hand across his face.

Mathos shook his head, "I'd expect nothing more than a fortnight, the king doesn't like staying in one place for too long. Heard he even threatened to have his family ride on horseback because the carriage kept throwing axels."

Six nodded but returned to his former train of thought. If lord Stark were to go south that would leave him in a precarious situation, the entire time he'd been in the north he was under lord Stark. Now that would change should he accept the position of hand of the king. Robb would be the new lord of Winterfell, but the rest of the Starks? He didn't know. Jon was still dead set on joining the nights watch. Even after the talks Six had with him, he still saw it as the only way forward.

If he did choose to go, it would be a monumental waste for the young lad. He'd seen many nights watch recruiters come through, all seeming to praise it as the greatest honor of all. Six knew better than that, so he'd asked maester luwin and he had confirmed his suspicions. It was a haven for outlaws and rapists, no longer the proud calling it once was. Though he did say that it would be better for Jon as he could climb the ranks, no matter his status. But, Jon would hate it and be stuck there for the rest of his life once he said the words.

A hand struck his shoulder, "C'mon, let's go help the lads get everything ready. Gonna be a long night, my friend." He nodded his head before following Mathos down the staircase.

Later that night

He sat with Mathos and the guards, drinking and telling stories to pass the time. He'd been keeping quiet for most of the night, looking for anyone of suspicion. His mug of ale nearly untouched, the ice in it beginning to melt from the heat in the room. Always vigilant. Always watchingwas he, especially with all the unknowns in there.The king was amongst the men with a serving girl in his lap, telling stories of his triumph at the trident.

All the men listening eagerly with their mugs clutched tightly between their hands. He took a drink of his ale before setting it down quietly, he looked to the high table and saw the Starks in their usual positions. Minus Jon, lady Stark had saw fit to remove him from it. Saying the sight of a bastard would upset the royal couple. He took it hard and stormed off, Six had looked for him before letting him vent his frustrations out on the yard dummy.

He could only do so much for Jon, he'd talked at length with lord Stark but even he wouldn't budge. Not wanting to fight with his wife with so much already on his shoulders. Reluctantly, Six let it go but he was disappointed in his lord for it. Suddenly he felt the kings eyes shift to him and a feral smile grew on the mans face.

"Haha, there he is. Spartan, come over here and sit down! I've heard much about you from these fine men." Robert bellowed across the hall, many eyes shifting to him. He got up from his seat and crossed the great hall, a seat being vacated for him. He sat down next to the king, girl still in his lap. Robert slapped a hand on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as he laughed loudly.

"I heard you slayed a mighty beast they swear was spit out from the hells themselves?" Robert leaned forward and Six could smell the massive amounts of alcohol he'd consumed. Along with the crumbs and honey stuck to his beard.

Six gave a slow nod before addressing the king, "That's right, your grace. They hailed from my lands, but rest assured he was the last of his kind."

Robert seemed quite taken with the answer, "Your lands you say? I hear you are not from Westeros, where are these dangerous lands you speak of?"

Six looked to the men around him, each having heard the same. He breathed deeply before sighing, "They are further away than you can imagine, your grace. The lands turned to glass and water sucked dry. A wasteland, it was destroyed in our war against the very beast and its kind I killed. My people are gone, and so are the ones we fought." He explained, some of the men looking away as he detailed the destruction of his home. Roberts smile began to fade as Six recounted the deaths of his team, and eventually the fall of reach. Though he omitted the name to avoid confusion with the lands in Westeros. Once his tale was finished, they were all silent.

Six sat in silence, only observing the man in front of him and the ones around him. Robert gave room his hand off him before giving a firm nod, "I thank you for the tale.. you could have simply said it was personal and I would have respected it. On behalf of my kingdoms, I welcome you to Westeros and thank you..for helping Ned keep the north safe." He patted him on the back, the force actually causing him to lean forward a bit. Six gave a grateful nod before raising his mug to the king. Robert laughed loudly at that and grabbed his own, smashing it into his. "To the Spartan!" He roared, the men repeating his cry with just as much vigor. Once it was calmed down they downed their drinks. Six as well, taking his whole mug in one smooth go.

He gave a small chuckle with the men when one fell out of their seat, the drink spilling all over himself. When he looked away he spotted Arya throwing a bit of pigeon pie and hitting Sansa square in the face. The young Stark girl screaming in anger as she desperately tried to wash it away. Arya only laughing and preparing to launch another before Robb lifted her from the seat and scored her out. He shook his head before getting up, intent on speaking with the girl. Sansa was beginning to cry when he approached, eyebrow raised as he sat next to her.

"She's awful Six, she ruined everything!" She kept saying as if it was the end of the world. Her whole body shaking from the ordeal, she really could make things seem worse than they were.

"She's just wanting attention and maybe if you both weren't awful to each other. This wouldn't have happened, she is your sister after all." Six pointed out as he grabbed a napkin from the table, pouring some water into it before squeezing it into the waste bin next to him.

Sansa wasn't having any of it, "I've tried being nice to her, but she's always so wild and never listens to anyone!" Sighing he brought the napkin up to her cheek and gently began to wipe it away. Her body stopped shaking as he continued, her eyes never leaving him. Once the last bits were gone, he brought it back down and simply looked at her.

"Now.. was that so terrible?" He asked her setting the napkin on the table, not noticing a golden haired boy glaring daggers at him. Sansa shook her head, hand touching where his once was. He smirked, she was till young and only fifteen namedays old. She would learn to appreciate the things she had, sooner or later.

"Arya is the only sister you have, the only one you will ever have. No matter how much you fight, she is still your sister. Have you ever tried putting yourself in her shoes? Seeing what it's like to be her?" Again, she shook her head. "No, then maybe you should change that. With the future not yet set in stone, only you can make sure it is written how you want it to be."

Sansa looked down from him for a moment before finding his eyes again, "Thank you, Six. You've always known what to say when I've needed it." She said quietly, he smiled back before motioning for her to return to the feast. She turned around and picked right back up with her friend Jeyne. Her mood and evening seemingly improved. His job done he stood from his seat and made for the exit. The doors being opened by the guards as the cold hit him instantly.

He stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying the cold northern breeze. He walked back to his quarters to turn in for the night. The day being rather taxing with all the preparations and courtesies needed for the royal family. He sunk into his bed as he awaited the next day, no doubt a number of people were going to be hungover.

The Next Day

Having been pulled from his illustrious slumber he had gotten to work immediately, making sure the guards were at a hundred percent. A daily routine he enjoyed, it gave him some time with his men. Keeping track of their progress with lessons and any family issues they had. It helped keep him grounded and his head straight.

He was talking with one of the men before he saw a rather short man approach, "So your this Spartan I've been hearing so much about." He walked confidently forward, a one sided smile on his face.

Six looked back to the man before him and nodded, the man resuming his duties. He now gave the small man his full attention, crossing his arms across his chest. "I am, and you must be Tyrion Lannister. Brother to the queen and son of Lord Tywin Lannister." He stated as the small man seemed amused.

"Yes, my greatest achievement being the brother to a queen and son to the most hated man in the kingdoms. I must say you are rather younger than I had expected, our king seems most taken with you." He said as he sat on a bucket nearby, he cocked his head to the side.

"King Robert seems taken with most anything, especially women who are not his wife." He said, the display he'd seen had lowered his opinion of the king. Sure he was a fine soldier when it had counted, but being married and still groping women in front of his wife? Disgraceful and disrespectful.

Tyrion gave a sad smile at that, "Yes, I have to agree with you on that much. Though our king will be much happier now that he's on a hunt, and with his New hand."

Six did not expect that, Ned had said yes so quickly? He had prepared for the outcome but for him to accept so quickly was a surprise. He only gave a small nod in return, "I see, I assumed lord Stark would accept."

Tyrion seems to laugh before adding, "Not only that, he's also betrothed the young Sansa to his son Joffrey." Now that did catch him off guard, that snobby little shit he'd seen get bested by Robb just that morning. Was set to marry Sansa?

"That's, unexpected." Was all he could say, Tyrion actually scoffed before continuing.

"Ahh yes, the crown prince Joffrey. Future king of the seven kingdoms.. oh how fucked we are." He said and laughed after the last bit. Six could only stare in silence, from what he'd seen of Joffrey. Was not at all pleasant, the cocky prince strut around as if he was already king. Belittling anything and everyone without a single thing they could do, why could they do? Strike at their future king? No, they took his insults in silence. If that was how he was to his people, how would he be to his future wife.

The question lingered in his mind before he heard a scream, he stood to his feet and scanned the area. Waiting for it again, this time only louder. A wolf howling as well, he took off towards it. Sprinting past the many people in the castle, he leaped over a carriage and kept his pace. He rounded a corner and his heart nearly stopped.

There, being cradled by his mother. Was Brandon Stark, his leg bent badly and his head bleeding from the back. He looked to the top of the tower and then back down, the realization hitting like a gravity hammer in the gut. Bran had fallen.

A/N: Here she is y'all, once more I've been motivated by the response you've all given me. A quick note, ill be switching this story over to the main game of thrones story category. It is a crossover but the story takes place in the world of game of thrones. So the story will be there for the foreseeable future. I'll see ya next time! Stay safe!

Deuces.