(4) Meeting the King

( POV Jamie Lannister )

I rode in behind the King as his Kingsguard I rode beside Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord commander. Cersei, my other half rode in a carriage with Marcella and Tommen. Joffrey rode ahead of his mother followed by his loyal dog Clegane.

When we reached the Starks we dismounted. As the king went to greet his king old friend I inspected his children, the youngest a little boy aged eight name days, Bran I think his name was, he had his mothers hair and eyes.

The next youngest was a fierce looking young girl, Arya she was called, she was all her father she looked as if there wasn't an ounce of Tully blood in her. The next was the exact opposite all Tully no Stark, she looked every inch a southern girl who's gotten lost up here in the frozen north.

It was the next three that intrigued me the first had the same pale white skin of the North, he had the Stark grey eyes and his shoulder length black hair was pulled back out of his eyes. He also had the beginnings of a beard. He looked like a Stark though he didn't have the name. That was the Bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow, The White Wolf.

The next was the twin to the heir of Lord Stark. Thorin Stark, The Bloody Wolf. He had the Stark black hair that was pulled back and tied into a long braid that rested on his shoulder. He had one Tully blue eye the other lost in an accident as a child and the socket was covered by a black leather eye patch. A large raven rested on his shoulder when we arrived but flew off when the boy bowed. The boy also had a small beard similar to both his brothers

The eldest Stark, Robb was known as the Young Wolf he had curly Tully hair down to his shoulders and the deep blue eyes of his mothers house. The three eldest Stark children where tall for there age and could easily pass for someone of sixteen name-days. They all stood with the grace of experienced warriors and on their faces where battle scars.

But sitting at the feet of the Stark children where their wolves. The wolves that belonged to the three youngest where the size of ponies and all various shades of grey and white. The wolves that belonged to the three eldest though Ghost, Fenrir and Greywind they where all solid colours.

Ghost was all white and had red eyes reminiscent of the Weirwoods these northerners love so much, it was also the smallest of the three. Fenrir was all black with deep blue eyes like his owner he was the same size as Greywind though he looked much fiercer. And Greywind was dark grey with golden eyes like the Direwolf on the Stark sigil.

"Take me to her Ned I wish to pay respect to the dead" the kings voice roused me from my thoughts.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

The King was a great disappointment, I was expecting the Demon of the Trident instead I got a fat man who could barley ride his horse. And the Crown Prince looked like an arse, the younger Prince and Princess looked like sweet children though there was not a Baratheon trait between any of them.

The Queen was as beautiful as the said. Then there was the Hound, one of the largest men I've ever seen easily the same size as Smalljon Umber though the Greatjon was still bigger. The Bold and The Kingslayer, they where both dangerous men perhaps the most dangerous men in the Seven Kingdoms and both where standing dutifully behind the fat king.

Currently I was getting ready to walk into the hall with Myrcella, usually Robb would have to do it as he was heir but as Wylla Manderly was visiting he would enter the hall with her as she is his betrothed. Myrcella is a sweet young girl though quite shy, she reminds me somewhat of Sansa.

The King and mother walked in first, followed by father and the Queen then the Crown Prince and Sansa after that Robb and Wylla then it was my turn I offered Myrcella my arm which she accepted we walked into the hall with all the grace expected of a Princess and a son of a Great Lord. Bran and Jon followed in behind me.

We sat at the high table I was beside Myrcella and while she was fine company I'd rather be with my brothers, I looked at Jon to see him laughing with Bran and I looked to Robb who was talking happily to Wylla.

"Why don't you tell me about the Red Keep" I asked the shy girl sitting with me and the beaming smile she gave me was infectious.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I was getting ready to spar with Jon and Robb it was to be the three of us against eight Stark guards when our preparations were interrupted by the howl of a Direwolf, the Joel was answered by the Direwolves all around Winterfell including Fenrir and Greywind then they took of Ghost following behind them as silent as ever.

We all knew something was off if the wolves where acting like this so we followed after them. When we reached our destination I saw a small crowd gathering though no one could get very close as Summer was snarling loudly at anyone who approached.When we got closer we understood why, Bran was lying on the ground taking shallow breaths.

"Bran! No! Somebody get the Maester! Now!" I screamed at the crowd

Jon and Robb kneel beside me looking worried, then the other wolves came running our siblings following. I reached into my pouch and pulled out some Weirwood paste, it has some healing properties and it might help Bran. I feed the paste to him but it doesn't seem to do anything.

The Maester comes rushing to us followed by Mother and Father. Mother wails and rushes to his side and sat beside the Maester where he was sitting by Bran. I look up at the tower where he fell from, he didn't fall I thought him to climb myself, he was as good if not better than me at it. Someone pushed him.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

It was a sunny day, we where camped along the Trident on the way to Kings Landing. When we left Bran had just awoken he couldn't remember much, and his legs would be weak but apparently in a year or two he will be fully recovered.

I just finished training with a few of the guards when Fenrir came to me, judging by the blood he was hunting or some Lannister had a bad day. I decided to go check on Arya she should be along the riverbank playing with that butchers boy, Micah I think he was called. I quickened my pace the closer I got as I heard a commotion.

"I'm going to gut you! You little bitch!"

*THUNK*

I rushed i front of the swinging sword and caught it in my Weirwood hand. I looked down at the little shit who thought he could harm my family, I towered over anyone my age never mind someone two name days younger. As I done this Clegane began to unsheathe his sword only for Fenrir to jump on him and pin him down.

I clenched my hand and the sword bent beneath the strength of my Weirwood arm. I yanked the sword from his grasp and threw in on the ground beside me. I looked to Sansa and Arya.

"Sansa take Arya to Father and get the cut on her face checked." I told both of them calmly

"You can't!" The little Prince screamed at my sisters, MY SISTERS! I backhanded the pretentious shit. And he fell on he's arse

"You can't to this I'll tell my mother she's the Queen!" He shouted

"Then you best run boy, Fenrir is fast!" It was then he looked to my left and saw the great hulking black mass of muscle that is Fenrir and he looked as if he pissed himself. He then got up and ran as fast as he can.

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I was summoned before the king and I knew why, I knew I'd likely get in trouble for what I did but the shit stain of a Prince had it coming, he tried to hurt my little sister. You don't fuck with my family he's lucky he's still alive.

I was escorted by to Lannister guards I was in full armour though they took my sword and axe though I still had my hidden blades on my wrists so if it to a fight I could still kill a few Lannisters though I doubt it will come to that.

I walked into the tent and I saw the King sat on a wooden throne the Queen beside him, she was fussing over Joffrey the little shit with a bruised cheek. The younger Prince was there looking confused the Princess was there as well looking worried. I saw father there, looking furious his hand was on the hilt to his sword. He stood in front of Arya and Sansa and around them stood about twenty Stark guards.

"Bring the boy here." Came the thundering voice of King Robert

"Your Grace" I said calmly

"My son says you attacked him, is it true?" He asked me

"Aye your Grace, it is true." I responded

"See Robert he admitted it! I want his head!" Came the Queens shrill voice

"Robert I'll have you remember the last time a son of house Stark was killed by a king. What's next will you burn me alive or make of with my daughter." My father spoke with a fire in his voice a far cry from the usual icy voice of the Quiet Wolf.

"He's lucky hitting him was the only thing I did, he tried to kill my sister, I wasn't going to stand there and watch." I said in a heated voice that was not quite shouting.

"I'll not kill the boy and if what he says is true Joffrey had it coming" the King spoke in a voice that offered no debate.

"Hitting the Crown Prince is still treason! I say kill their wolves father!" Came the Princes annoying voice.

"Ned you'll send the wolves home back North along with your son, and that's final."

"As you say your Grace" Father said his voice back to its usual icy calmness the Quiet Wolf was known for.

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{ Authors Notes }

What do you think?

Also I got rid off Rickon because I felt like it.

Bran will be able to walk eventually

Joffrey is still a little shit