Chapter 21: Night Attack

Ned and his men had just arrived in Lannisport, it felt so foreign to him being south of the neck once again, especially since they would be attending a tourney which is something northmen rarely ever participate in.

The north looked down on tournaments, they didn't view tournaments like most did in the south. The north saw it as a hindrance or a means to have your abilities known by potential enemies.

The north and south have long hated each other, so they had small skirmishes here and there for centuries. Not to say that no northerners ever participated, some did see tournament's for what they truly were, competitive sparring.

Killing was highly frowned upon, at least purposely killing was. Deaths have occurred plenty of times, but they were accidental and not purposely done, at least openly.

If your opponent yielded then you won, if you kill them anyway after they gave up then you would be arrested and thrown into the dungeons and a trial would be initiated.

Out of the group with Ned only Jorah Mormont and was going to be participating. The whole trip to Lannisport Ned had been watching the Bolton's, he got to know Domeric Bolton, who was sixteen, he liked the boy.

Domeric was a talented musician, excellent on horseback, very well read and was also a great fighter. Unlike Roose, he was outgoing and approachable. He didn't think himself above others, he helped the men gather wood for fires and setting up tents.

Ned could tell he would be a fine northern warrior, many who Domeric trained with felt he was a tournament champion in the making. Ned even felt like Domeric could be the link to finally ending a long history of conflict between the Stark and Bolton houses.

He had noticed Robb and Domeric becoming friends, even with the age gap of a decade. He taught Robb several techniques when using a shield as well as some riding skills used during mounted combat.

Ned could see that Domeric was an honorable young man, he didn't have any malice or show any signs of deceit or ulterior motives when he taught and trained with Robb.

"Seems our sons get along Lord Stark." Roose said as he rode up to Ned as they all made their way to the inn.

"Aye, that they do. I am truly happy for it Lord Bolton. I know our two houses haven't been on the greatest of terms throughout history, which is regretful, perhaps those two will surpass us both and change that, make the north more united than it has ever been." Ned replied with a genuine smile.

"Perhaps, too bad I don't have a daughter, then we could have wed them to bring our family together. Don't misunderstand, I know your daughter is much too young and Domeric is already engaged so I wasn't hinting towards anything of the sort. So have you found a match for Robb yet?" Roose asked curiously.

He was trying to change the subject after seeing Ned's face harden when he brought up daughter and marriage, hence why he explained quickly that he wasn't trying to wed Sansa to his son. Although that was for now, he definitely had plans for her as well as Arya but that would be much later down the road.

Hearing Roose's explanation settled Ned quite a bit, even though he liked Domeric it didn't mean he would give his daughter to him.

"Not yet, we have had several offers but we aren't in a rush, besides hes still young. If you found yourself a new wife, a daughter isn't outside the realm of possibility." Ned chuckled as he answered.

"Perhaps. Finding one to replace Bethany would be difficult. So will you be getting settled with us or will you be heading to speak with King Robert and Lord Arryn?" Roose asked.

Ned shook his head, "I will be settling in first, it was a long journey. I am sure they are aware we have arrived, so unless I am summoned, I intend to take advantage of a hot bath and warm meal."

"Aye, something else we agree on. Looks like we have arrived. If its okay with you Lord Stark, Domeric can take Robb to show him how to arrange our stay with the proprietor." Roose offered.

Ned thought a moment and gave a nod, he saw no issue with it, "Robb, go with Domeric and pay heed on how he makes arrangements for our stay, don't speak out of turn and only speak if questioned, you are there to observe and listen."

Robb gave an excited nod, "Aye father, can we go to the market after? I want to look for some souvenirs for mother and all my siblings."

Ned smiled, "That's a good idea, mayhaps I too can find something for your mother to calm that temper. I'm afraid that thanks to you and your siblings, your mother is becoming more wolf than trout."

The men chuckled at Ned's comment, they saw the look she had given him before they left, they could tell she wasn't happy about Ned leaving once again, even if they would only be gone for two moons at most.

Howland Reed, Martyn Cassel and Theo Wull approached Ned, Howland spoke for the other two, "Lord Stark, with your permission, we would like to go to the local taverns to see what has been happening the last moon or so, we can gather any information that could be useful."

"Go ahead, just don't get too drunk lads, we northerners don't have the best luck south of the neck, unless it's fighting. So be careful, notify me if you find out anything or if there is trouble."

With that the three men left, then Ser Mark Ryswell also spoke up, "I will head to The Lion's Den then, see what I can find out for you as well Lord Stark."

Ser Willam Dustin laughed, "Aye, though I'm not sure you'll get to hear anything of note when your head is buried in a cunt or sandwiched between some tits, Ser Mark."

"Hey not all of us are so lucky as yourself Ser Willam." Mark replied back with a smile, not denying what his real intention was.

"Aye, I swear I wish I was never weaned as a babe. I can suckle on her tits all day. So soft yet firm, my son or daughter will definitely need to share, I'll take one tit while they eat from the other." Ser Willam laughed as he responded.

He was married to Lady Barbrey Ryswell, who was the cousin of Ser Mark Ryswell, she was currently with child and Willam was very much in love with her. Barbrey too became very smitten with Willam.

Barbrey was originally in love with Brandon Stark, Neds oldest brother, even giving him her maidenhood wanting to marry him, she never got that chance since Brandon got betrothed to Catelyn and was murdered by the Mad King.

Willam Dustin's affection toward her and his display of genuine love and attention had mended her broken heart. She began to feel happy once again, and her anger towards Catelyn had all but vanished.

She had originally hated Catelyn Tully for stealing her man, but now she no longer blamed her at all.

Ned couldn't help but laugh at the face Mark gave at Willam's comment, after he gave a nod to Mark, letting him know he could go Mark hurried off before Willam could go into any more details.

Once Domeric and little Robb came out, all of them went inside to settle in for the day and wash the dust and dirt from traveling the road.

Back at the Lion's Den, Aiden was in a very good mood. He had lost his virginity to the two beautiful women who were now laying on either side of him, both having satisfied smiles on their faces as they slept.

Aiden now understood how his Uncle Oberyn was the way he was, it was a wonderful feeling like none other he felt before.

Although he had a bumpy start, but Gisele had helped him greatly, he was a very fast learner, and soon was lost in the pleasure and became quite good at it.

The two women moaned loudly, which surprised the two women with Oberyn greatly, they could tell those were real moans and not the fake ones that prostitutes did for their clients.

Even Gisele who was experienced had been extremely vocal, Brienne was even louder but what confused them was she was supposed to be a virgin, not once did they hear pain in those moans. So both women decided to talk to the two girls later.

Unknown to Aiden his body had not only made it where Brienne didn't feel the pain from her hymen being broken, cause he didn't want to hurt them, it actually increased their pleasure and sensitivity. Add to the fact that his body gave off a warmth, his cock made their womanhood feel that heat too.

He became almost like a drug to them, never had either of them felt anything like it before.

As he lay there in bed, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction, a sudden cry was heard not too far from the brothel. Looking in the direction the cry came from, his happy feeling sank.

He saw a beautiful blond woman running down an alley carrying two babes in her arms, twins. She was being chased by armed City Watch men, six of them, they had their swords out chasing after her.

She was begging for someone to help but none dared, these were the City Watch guards. They were better trained than even Kings Landing's City Watch.

Aiden quickly got out of bed, put his suit back on and flew to where they were.

In the alleyway the blond woman had tripped and fallen, to protect her babies she had made sure she spun to land on her back, absorbing all the damage hitting her head in the process which dazed her.

She struggled to stand and keep running, they were after her babies lives, they were bastard twins of Robert Baratheon.

"Now you've done it bitch. Our orders were just to kill the babes, but now were going to have some fun with you since you wanted to make it difficult. You have two choices whore, you can satisfy me and my men and if you do a good job we will kill them quick and painless. Or refuse and we kill them slow and painfully then we have our fun with you anyway. Then we will disfigure you so you end up a copper whore."

"No please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt my babies. I beg you. I won't tell anyone who their father is. Please.." She begged as she cried, clutching the two babies closely to try to protect them.

"Orders are orders Myra. Those bastards will die, it's up to you on how, if.."

"Hehe, hold on brother." Another gold cloak cut in and began to whisper in his ear.

"Hahaha, excellent idea. Alright, how about this. If you really satisfy us, and I do mean satisy, we can let them live. But, if even one of us isn't satisfied enough, we will cut them piece by piece and drag their deaths out."

Myra felt hopeless, she already knew it was a lie, even if she did what they wanted she knew it wouldn't stop them. She cried, as she saw them getting closer, their grins were menacing and their eyes full of lust for her.

She was Myra Hill, a bastard herself, but she was a very beautiful girl, she began working in a brothel and became very popular. She was Roberts favorite Westerland whore.

"So what will it be whore? Choice one easy way with a slight chance those bastards live or choice two they die slow and extremely painful deaths."

Looking down at the two babes who were crying, the tears continued to stream down her face like waterfalls, she could only cling to the hope they would let her leave with her babes after she let them do whatever they wanted to her, no matter how slim the chance, one can only hope.

Just as she was about to place the twins down to let them do as they pleased, a sudden powerful voice was heard from behind her.

"How about choice three? I kill every last one of you needle dicked cunts slowly and painfully. I advise you to walk away. You won't be touching her or her babes."

The six guards shook hearing that voice, it was incredibly intimidating, even when they saw it was just one man in a strange black armor with red boots and cape, a red S on his chest, it didn't make them feel any better.

The woman turned to see Aiden, she had never seen the man before, she thought the man was the most handsome she had ever seen, her first thought was worry since he was just one man against six well trained Lannisport City Watch.

But when Aiden looked at her and gave a warm smile then used a gentle tone, "It'll be alright, no one will be able to hurt you or your children."

Myra had no idea why but all her worries seems to vanish, she felt safe, she quickly got up and ran over to him, almost crashing into his chest. Aiden reassured her again and rubbed her back, using his energy to heal her injuries.

He then touched the childrens heads and removed any injuries or infection, after that he told her, "Get behind me, after these men make their choice I will take you and you children somewhere safe."

The six guards looked at each other seeing the terror in one anothers eyes, this wasn't just from the aura they felt but also that they knew they had no choice. They were ordered by the Queen to kill the babes, if they don't, at best they would lose their jobs but most likely they would end up dead, they knew Cercei well.

"You shouldn't involve yourself in the crowns business. If you interfere you'll be making an enemy out of all the kingdom, if you walk away now we can forget you were here." The leader of the group said as he tried to intimidate Aiden.

"Crown business? Why would I fear retaliation from a crown that kills innocent babes? I don't care if you were the King or Queen themselves, leave or die, very simple. Believe me I will make it quite painful too, you tried to use a mothers love against her. That was a big mistake, there is nothing more that I hate than when people weaponize love. You would use her love to have her do whatever you wanted willingly, even if you really would've let the children live, which we all know you would've kill them anyway, you will pay the price."