King Robert

Already the Stark family, their servants and trusted household were lining up. Everyone was dressed in the Norths finest, with the all the Starks wearing lavish fur cloaks. The men were in there best leathers and the women fair colourful dresses. Ned was at the front with his wife and children all lined up, although Jon was set just behind Robb. Eddard gave a small nod to Jason as he approached. "Good timing. Your spot is beside Jon in the second line." Pausing, he'd give curious look at Jason as if realizing something. "I take you to know how to act properly around a King yes?"

"I've had my fair share, so no need to worry. Don't plan to insult the man if that is what you're worried." Jason reassured him. "Just don't expect me to do any fancy bows or kiss any oversized rings."

Ned couldn't help but chuckle at the last remark. "Heh last time Robert was one for formality, so I doubt it will come to that."

Jason smirked before moving to his spot, nodding to Jon as he'd stand beside him. For a long, while the group stood around being silent as the nearing stamper of the royal caravan neared the gates. Yet as Jason looked over the gathered group, he quickly realized Arya was missing. Before he could point it out though, the young girl revealed herself as she hurried up to the front row with a guard's dome helm on. Ned was quick to stop her before taking the helm and handing it off to Sir Rodrik who'd fiddle with the piece of armour before hiding it under his cloak. Arya meanwhile moved to her spot, playfully pushing Bran to get some space.

Jason shook his head, yet quickly stood to attention as at last, the caravan arrived. The first to ride in were armoured knights of the King's Guard, the honour guard of the royal family, proclaimed elite warriors of the continent. Riding close behind was a dashing teenager, who Jason assumed was one of the Lannister children considering his fine short cut blond hair, no doubt Joffrey considering his age. Riding in, his gaze was quickly set to Sansa, a small charming smile on his lips which had the northern girl smile back in a friendly manner. He did remember Sansa talking about him, acting like a dreamy maiden dreaming of marrying a prince. Considering how she acted, he didn't take her seriously on the matter.

Behind the prince was a tall and muscular man dressed in a black plate and a unique hound helmet. Jason heard this one was Sandor Clegane, Joffrey's bodyguard and the Lannister's enforcer. His fierce and disorderly nature yet set loyalty to the family gained him the nickname 'The Hound'. The man stops beside the prince before lifting his helmet visor put, showing a gruff scarred face, which Jason could tell was quite old and caused by fire. Made the man quite intimidating though.

Next came a lavish wooden and iron-bound carriage, fitting for one of high royalty back home. No doubt meant for comfortable riding out on the road. Following behind it were another group of King's Guard and a large bearded man in a large dark regal cloak. At a glance, Jason thought he had just found a person who's looks were quite familiar. However, he'd realize everyone was quickly dropping to one knee towards there King. He'd do the same, yet his head wasn't completely low so he could just see what was going on. Royal pages hurried out with a wooden step for Robert to dismount with ease before the man quickly moved right towards Ned. Eddard looks up as his old friend stood before him, remanding silent as the king gestured for him to stand. In doing so, everyone stood up and looked intensively at what was going to happen.

There was a tense silence before Eddard at last spoke. "Your grace."

Robert didn't answer for a moment, looking at the Northern Lord over before, at last, speaking in a gruff voice. "You've gotten fat."

Everyone in the group gave a mix of looks, unsure of how to react although Rodrik couldn't help but high and amuse smirk. Eddard though gave an odd look to his king, yet the way he looked him over seemed to be a silent 'look who's talking'.

Robert caught onto the jesting look as he gives a deep laugh, making Eddard do the same before the two gave a firm hug to each other. Chuckling, Robert looked to Catelyn before hugging her and then moving back to Ned.

"Gods it's been over ten years. Where the hell have you been?" He'd remark.

"Guarding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours after all." Ned answered back, being formal despite Robert's casual manners.

Jason continued to overhear their conversation while looking to the carriage, seeing a beautiful golden-haired woman who had the finest dress and furred cloak out of the gathered group. No doubt this was Robert's wife, Cersei Lannister, who many proclaimed was the most beautiful woman of all of Westeros. Considering her alluring looks, he could say she'd have an easy claim to the title.

"Where's the Imp?" Arya whispered as she glanced around slightly, making Sansa tug her in place.

"Shut up!" She hissed at her younger sister.

Meanwhile, Robert moved to go met the Stark children as he'd shake hands with Robb, eyeing Sansa then having a short chat with Arya and Bran. However moving along back towards Ned, the King paused as he'd see Jason now.

"You there. Step forward." He said in a commanding manner.

Jason paused for a moment before stepping up, Robb giving him space to be before the king. Robert looked Jason over, eyes having a sharp warrior's look to it as he was sizing up the white-haired man. "When I read the letter that some white hair strange was found in the woods, I found some Targaryen straggler had crawled out of hiding." The man sternly remarked. Yet locking gazes with Jason, he'd give a hint of a surprise seeing those piercing yellow beast-like eyes. "Ugh…then again you seem to be something different."

"Let me guess, far too insane to be here as a Targaryen?" Jason remarked back, arms crossed. "Seems to the answer I usually get."

Everyone was silent, yet in the end, Robert laughed out and grinned, patting Jason roughly on the shoulder. "Ah, I like you already! Ned's letter spoke highly of you and I can see why. " Nodding, he'd step back and look to Ned. "We'll have to talk later. Right now I have important matters to tend to. Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects."

Cersei meanwhile approached the group, Ned greeting her and kissing her hand before the fair Lannister spoke up. "We've been riding for a month my love, surely the dead can wait."

Robert looked at her for a moment, yet shifted back to Ned who he gave a nod. "Ned." Already the King was off, heading for the crypt entrance. Eddard looked at Cersei for a moment before following after his old friend, leaving the group by themselves.

Cersei seemed annoyed about the matter as she moved back towards her carriage and to one of the King's Guard who had removed his helmet. Considering his handsome looks and similar golden hair, Jason guessed this one was Jamie Lannister, twin brother of the queen. The two seemed to have a short conversation, which his sharp ears could only pick out a few words such as 'finding that little beast'. Jamie seemed to give a small sigh and nod before marching off towards the village that made up the outer area of Winterfell.

At this point, the group split up as the royal caravan moved to unpack supplies and belongings, while the Stark men helped. As for the Stark family members, they were quick to go introduce themselves to the rest of the royal family. Jason looked to Jon, who shrugged.

"The King is…an interesting man for sure." The young man muttered.

"Quite the blunt one really. Still better than the high and mighty types I've met." Jason remarked back. "Guess we won't have much to do until the feast."

"Ah, right…the feast. I may not be around for that." Already the two stepped aside to look over the caravan, keeping out of the way for the workers.

"Let me guess. Be rude to have a bastard among royalty." Jason remarked, making Jon nod silently. "Lady Stark's suggestion no doubt. Well, you may not be able to share the high table, but doesn't mean you can sit with the common household."

"Heh…not worried that maybe frown upon," Jon questioned.

"If Lady Catelyn has an issue, she can argue it with me. Anyway, I need to take care of a few things before the feast. No excuses, I expect you there." With that, he'd head for the main courtyard where the different knights and other mounted travellers moved to store their horses. While he was going for the Guest House to wait out for the evening, a young male voice spoke out.