Viserys
"Your grace, we have to go!" shouted Ser Willem Darry. The knight was simply doing his duty to protect him, but Viserys would not go.
His mother was barely breathing, and she had just given birth to a baby girl moments ago. "Viserys," his mother called to him as he stood motionless at her bedside, stained with blood. "Listen to Ser Darry"
He couldn't, he just couldn't. Instead of fleeing his eyes got teary as he shook his head. "I won't leave you...I can't."
A small hint of a smile came across his mothers face. "I know its hard my sweetling…but, you need to promise me…that you will protect her."
Looking over at the wetnurse, caring for the baby, his mother sighed. "You...are the last hope for our family...the last heir of our house." she raised a hand to his cheek, wet with tears flowing down.
She tried her best to smile, but even he knew that she was in pain. "Promise me...you will protect her...Viserys." she pleaded. "Promise me...you will..."
She didn't finish, and as her hand fell from his cheek, he realized the hard truth. Queen Rhaella, of house Targaryen, his mother, had passed on.
At first, he was motionless. His brother, father, his kingdom, and now his mother. They all had been taken from him, and he and his sister were the last of a dynasty, the greatest dynasty that this world had ever seen.
After a moment, he rested his head against her still warm body. And a moment after that, ser Willem Darry came to his side. "Your grace, please, we have to go."
Viserys shook his head, "I can't leave her, not like this."
Darry again rested a hand on his shoulder. "If we stay here, we die"
He knew that, but even still, what son would leave their own mother so quickly. But, the whining of his new sibling caused him to look over at the wet-nurse. He rose, and walked over to the woman, who lowered her arms and revealed the crying babe.
It was this girl that had truly killed his mother, but he still promised. Raising a finger over the baby's mouth, he shushed her.
The babe opened her eyes, and stared at him. She had beautiful, violet eyes. They were just like his mothers.
Remembering what his mother had said she wanted to name the girl, he smiled. "Daenerys," he took her in his arms, and looked at Ser Darry. "take us to our ship, Ser Darry."
A sigh of relief came over the knight's face, and as they began to depart from the room, he grabbed a satchel of his mothers valuables, and her crown, and placed the satchel over his shoulder.
Darry, Viserys, and ten men in black and red Targaryen armor walked down from the castle. As they walked on the giant rampart to the gates, they saw fire in the ocean. "We were too late," said Darry. "Stannis is here,"
Then, knights in yellow and silver armor ran through the gate. They had a black stag on their bloodied shields, and were wiping out the last of Dragonstones guardian knights.
"Protect the children!" shouted Ser Willem to the Targaryen knights. Viserys held Daenerys in his arms, and ran back to the castle.
He did not make it far however, as after the screams and clashing of swords had stopped, an arrow flew infront of them. Viserys was frozen in fear, and couldn't move. He held Daenerys close to his chest, afraid.
The sound of aproaching footsteps caused him to turn, and find a man in the armor of the usurper leading other soldier in the same armor behind him.
That man raised a hand, and the Baratheon men stopped. The man walked over to Viserys, and stared into the boy's soul. "Please," Viserys begged. "Mercy" it was over now, they lost.
The man frowned, "Take the boy and the babe to my ship." he commanded his guards. "My brother Robert will decide their fate."
Viserys swore he pissed himself as the men came over to him. They tried taking Daenerys away, but he wouldn't let them.
Soon, he felt someone hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out and taking Dany.
Eddard
Ned carried a bastard in his arms, or at least that's what the world would believe.
His sister was dead, died on the birthing bed while giving life to Aegon Targaryen, the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen.
He had brought his sister's body with him so she may lay in Winterfell's crypts. But he would not go to Winterfell just yet.
News had reached him, Stannis had captured Viserys and his infant sister Daenerys as men had begun to call her. Rhaella had been found dead on a birthing bed in the castle.
In his mind, he could still see what had happened to the last Targaryen children. Rhaenys and Aegon had been brutally slaughtered by the Lannisters, something that would haunt Ned forever.
If Robert rewarded the deaths of two Targaryen children, who's to say he would ever spare Viserys and the babe they were calling Daenerys.
No, not again. He was close to the border between the Crownlands and the Reach, if he hurried, he would get there a day before Stannis. The lives of innocent children would be taken if he didnt hurry.
After days and weeks of riding, he made it to King's Landing. Stannis had apparently just arrived as well.
A march was taking place through the streets, Baratheon soldiers were escorting the prince and princess to the Red Keep.
Ned went inside the castle, and gave his infant nephew to his wetnurse that was brought from the tower of Joy. "If things go wrong, journey to Winterfell and tell my brother Benjen the truth." he made her promise.
He went to the throne room, where he heard Robert speaking. "You should have killed them!" he scolded Stannis.
"Their children Robert." said Stannis in his defense.
"These are not children, they are dragonspawn!" shouted Robert. "Lannister, you killed their father, now it's their turn."
Ned bursted through the door, "WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS ARE YOU DOING!?" He demanded to know.
Roberts' face turned from its angered state to a surprised one. "Ned? What are you-"
"You would kill innocent children, for the sins of their father and brother?" whatever Aerys and Rhaegar had done, Viserys, Daenerys, both Aegons and Rhaenys had no part in it.
Robert shot a glare at Ned, "You're too soft to understand. Kingslayer, I gave you an order!" Jamie looked at Robert, then Ned, then the frightened boy and his infant sister.
Ned could tell Jamie didn't want to do it, and Ned had to admit the man had at least a sense of honor. "Damn you to seven hells then!" Robert yelled as he shoved Jamie down the steps of the throne.
Looking around at all his Baratheon guards, Robert made a decree. "The man that kills those two, will earn themselves a lordship and Dragonstone." Viserys held Daenerys in his arms, and he backed against a pillar in the room while the soldiers looked at the children.
Ned couldn't let this happen, and when a Baratheon soldier drew his blade, Ned knocked it from his hand. "Murdering children, the Robert I knew would never-"
He was interrupted by the sound of a body falling to the ground by the Targaryen children. He looked over, and saw a Baratheon soldier dead on the ground, with Jaime Lannister standing over him.
Jamie held his sword, and stood in front of the Targaryen children. "Stay behind me," he told Viserys.
Robert's face turned more red than he had ever seen. "This is treason Kingslayer, you'll die with them." Robert grabbed his hammer and held it in his arms, and began charging at Jamie.
The boy was afraid, that was clear. Regardless, Lannister raised his sword in a valiant defense. Robert lunged at Jamie, swinging his hammer down.
Lannister held his sword up, blocking the hammer. Robert swung around quickly, breaking Jamie's hand and causing the sword to fly across the room.
Robert then readied to strike a fatal blow to the Kingslayer, but Ned put himself in front of Robert's hammer.
"NED!" his old friend yelled. "Move, or I swear by all the gods I'll-"
"Kill me?!" Ned asked as he stared into Robert's eyes, no longer seeing the man he called a brother. Instead he saw a man full of hate and fury. "Then you kill me too."
Robert stared at him, huffing loudly. Then he threw the hammer to the ground. Ned was relieved, his stupid idea worked. "Damn you, Get the hell out of my city you damned fool! Go back to Winterfell and if I ever see you again I'll have your head on a spike!"
Ned let out a sigh of both disappointment and relief, the children would be spared. He could take Roberts' rage and insults, so long as it meant this.
Jaime
As he rode out of the Red Keep, he needed to join Lord Stark for a conversation as they both rode home.
Eddard looked over at Jamie as he rode up beside the Silent Wolf. They did not speak for a few minutes, and Jamie looked at the wagon Stark was controlling. It was only Stark, his bastard, a wetnurse, and the Targaryen children they both almost died protecting. More me than him.
All in the wagon were sleeping as Stark held the reigns, though Viserys was also awake, the poor lad was likely still afraid. "Why?" asked the new lord of Winterfell. "Why did you risk your life for them?"
Jamie noticed Viserys turn his head to face him, probably wondering the same thing. Jamie sighed, "I promised Rhaegar before he rode off to fight you and Robert. I promised him I would protect his children."
He noticed Stark lower his head, he must have been disturbed by the bodies of the children as well. "Instead," Stark looked back at Jamie. "Instead I saved a city, a city with nothing but ungrateful cunts who spit kingslayer everytime they see me."
Stark studied him for a moment. "You told me you killed Aerys to save the city," Jamie sighed, and nodded. "You never told me what from."
Because you didn't want to listen. Jamie looked at the young prince, clenching his fist at the mention of his fathers murder. Then Jamie looked back at Eddard. "He scattered wildfire caches around the city, he wanted to ignite them to 'burn them all'."
Jamie lowered his head, "He asked me to bring him my fathers head, and he wanted to blow up the city with thousands of innocents." Jamie tightened his grip on the reigns of his horse. "Burn them all he shouted, constantly."
He glanced back at Lord Stark, "I drew my sword, and drove it through Aerys' back as he ran from me." Stark sighed. "I killed him, so thousands could live." Jamie clenched his fist in rising anger, "In return im called a kingslayer, a man without honor."
Stark lowered his head, "Aerys was a madman, and if what you say is true, it doesnt suprise me he would go to such levels." he glanced over at Jamie. "He was your king still, and there may have been a way around it, but you made the right decision between the two."
Jamie and Eddard shared a glance, and then both looked back at the path they rode on. if that was an apology for calling him a man without honor, it sure didnt seem like it. but whatever, he had nothing to prove to the 'great Lord Stark' "If I may ask, what do you plan on doing with the children?"
Eddard opened his mouth, though hesitated to speak. "They have no home, no family to go to, so I suppose they are my responsibility now." Stark glanced back at the wetnurse holding his sleeping baby. "I will take care of them, and raise them in Winterfell as my wards."
Jamie saw Viserys' face turn red as he shook his head. "And if they dont want that, what then." he found himself asking, doubting the young prince would enjoy that.
Lord Stark sighed, "Honestly, neither of us have a choice.'' Both looked at the back of the wagon to the sleeping people. Viserys was pretending to sleep as well. "Though, the wall and the silent sisters are options for both the prince and the princess." he studied the children, and Viserys shuddered at those words. "But they shouldn't suffer for the sins of their father."
Riding in silence for a while more, Jamie looked to the West. "I should go home Lord Stark, my father will be furious enough as it is." He had just committed treason after all, and a part of him doubted that Robert would reinstate him as a member of the Kingsgaurd.
Eddard gave a slight nod, "If the day ever comes," Jamie spoke "I will convince my father to rise against Robert to protect those children. I failed Rhaegar's children, I won't allow his siblings to perish as well."
Eddard studied him, and nodded. "You may not have failed him entirely."
Jamie tilted his head, confused. "What are you talking about?" Both Rhaegar's children and wife were dead.
Stark shook his head, "It doesn't matter, farewell Lannister."
Confused, he nodded, and took one last look at the Targaryens before he departed.
Eddard
Winterfell, at last he was home. The journey was hard and rough, but they all made it. The question now was what he was going to do with the three Targaryen children.
Aegon would be raised as his bastard, that was the original idea. Viserys and the babe Daenerys, that was more a mystery.
The Northern lords would not take kindly to this, but they would have to accept.
As Ned walked through the gates of Winterfell, he heard Viserys sneeze. "Are you alright?" Ned asked.
Viserys huffed, and turned away from Ned. "I'm cold, my sister and I are leaving."
That, he could not allow. "Im sorry, but you must remain here, where its safe.'' The boy rolled his eyes, and covered himself with cloth from the wagon. "You will get used to the cold, trust me."
Ned leapt from the wagon, and several common folk, servants, and knights came over. They all fell on their knees. Rodrick Cassel walked over to Ned, and he too bent the knee. "Welcome home, Lord Stark."
Lord Stark. It would still take some getting used to. He was already Lord of Winterfell and warden of the North, but this was his first time back since that happened. War and governing were two very different things, and somehow he would have to figure it all out.
He gestured to Rodrick to rise, "Thank you, my friend" Ned gestured for four servants to go to the wagon. "Make sure they are all given rooms, except the baby boy, he needs to come with me."
The servants carried Viserys and Daenerys off, and handed Aegon to Ned. he needed a name for the boy.
His son, Robb he heard Lady Catelynn had named him. Robb was named after Robert Baratheon, so it only seemed fitting for his nephew to be called Jon, for the man who raised him.
As he made his way to his chambers, he worried how this would go. Catelynn Tully was his wife, and she gave him a son he had not yet seen.
How she would react to this was uncertain, but it would not be good. He didn't want to lie, but how could he be certain he could trust her.
If Robert tried to kill Rhaegar's brother and sister, who were only children, then Ned could only imagine what Robert would do if he found out about Rhaegar's son.
Ned opened the door to his chambers, and saw his wife sitting by the small fire she had made. A cradle for Robb was next to the bed, and the boy rested in his mothers arms.
"My Lady," Ned greeted his wife. She looked over at him, and smiled. That smile quickly faded when she saw the baby. Ned sighed, it was time. "I am so sorry, I have made a terrible mistake."
She rose from the seat, and lay Robb in the cradle. She walked over to him, afraid of what he had to say. "Please, tell me he isn't yours?" she practically begged.
Ned sighed, and put his head down in shame. Lying was never easy, but this was important. "His name is Jon Snow. I am so-"
"Who?" she asked, her voice rising. "Who could have possibly been worth this dishonor. This betrayal!?"
Ned closed his eyes, Lyanna. He of course couldn't say that, but he couldn't think of any woman to pin the blame on, so he would never reveal the name of the boy's mother. "She will never be a problem, I promise you."
His lady wifes face grew red, but before she could scream, a knock came at the door. Ned opened it, and a servant stood there. "The children have been given proper rooms suiting their status, as the prince asked so kindly."
Ned very much doubted that it was kindly asked of. For their journey, Ned had come to know Viserys as a rotten, spoiled little boy. But it didn't change the fact, Ned swore he would protect the children.
He heard his wife breathe heavily, "Children? Gods Ned, how many bastards do you-"
"They aren't bastards my lady," Ned assured her. He doubted she would enjoy these next words more than the news of Jon. "They are the son and daughter of Aerys Targaryen."
Catelyn's face turned a brighter red. "Are You Serious!" she yelled in anger. "A bastard is one thing, but two of the most vicious-"
"They are just children, Catelyn!" he shouted in their defense. "Robert tried to kill them, I barely convinced him to allow them to come with me North, to Winterfell as my wards."
His wife glared at him, then looked like she was about to scream. She didn't, "May I take my leave, Lord Stark?" she asked sternly.
Knowing she needed time, he nodded. After his wife left the room, Ned walked over to the crib with his son, Robb.
He wished it would be better, but it wouldn't. He laid Jon in the crib next to his cousin. "You two will be close as brothers, and I will treat your uncle and aunt as if they were my own." he sighed, "Just as I will you."
Robert
"Pffft, as if i'm interested in your fathers fat wench." he said to the Frey men as they were offering brides. As if he'd be interested in any of that old farts children.
The two men were clearly insulted, but they lacked the balls to do anything about it. Instead they turned around and walked out of the throne room.
"Robert, you can't refuse every marriage offer, the realm needs a queen." Jon continued to inform him. It was his Hands idea to call for every suitable bachelorette to come to King's Landing and be given the opportunity to marry him. though how a Frey was suitable he had no idea.
But what Jon didn't understand was that there already was one, and her name was Lyanna Stark. Sure, she was dead thanks to that cursed inbred, something Ned didn't bother to tell him. Varys was kind enough to inform him when news came of her funeral in Winterfell.
Nobody could be more beautiful, more wild as his Lyanna. But she was gone, and he would never love another as he did her. But nonetheless, Jon wanted a queen, the realm needed a queen, but he didn't give a fuck. "Jon, Lyanna was the only woman I will ever love "
His hand gave him a look of pity, and sighed. "Lyanna would want you to move on, and Robert, the realm we fought to free needs an heir."
That part was true, but he didn't give two shits about a bloody heir. "Who do you suggest then?" They sure as shit weren't getting anywhere if he was picking.
Jon paused for a moment, and then looked through the crowd of young maidens, though Robert doubted the hot ones were maidens. "Cersei Lannister."
He chuckled, not believing the man to be serious. But when he saw the seriousness on his hands face, he knew Jon meant it. "Lannister? Jon, no, no fucking way." He had informed Jon of what happened with Ned and the Targaryen children. "The Kingslayer committed treason, his father is lucky enough I don't revoke his family's titles." he raised his voice at the end.
"Robert, please." Jon pleaded. There was a short pause until Robert nodded. Jon Arryn was perhaps the only person he respected anymore, with Ned having betrayed him. "Cersei Lannister would be beneficial for the realm, and may I remind you that her father is the wealthiest man in Westeros?"
Never in his life would he pretend to understand or care about such political nonsense, but Jon was his hand, and he was given that title for a great many reasons. "Fine, tell lord Tywin I will wed his daughter, but the Kingslayer is still dishonorably discharged from the Kingsgaurd."
Jon nodded, a small smile forming. "Yes your grace, something tells me Lord Tywin will be most pleased."
Your grace. That was still a title that would take some getting used to. He started this rebellion to overthrow house Targaryen, and run it into the ground. But two dragonspawn were still out there, and gods did he know they would be a problem, especially since they had the greater claim.
But despite Ned taking the children to the far North against his wishes, even he had to admit Ned was no traitor, and was simply a bloody fool, and a bloody honorable one at that. If anyone could raise those dragonspawn correctly, and keep them out of trouble, then by the gods he hoped that man was Ned.
However, should there be a problem, he would not hesitate to march North and bring back the heads of the last two dragons.