Chpater 4

Bran hugged me crying, I screamed for someone "HELP, SOMEONE HELP" I grabbed my shortsword. And went towards the staircase leading up to the tower. "BRAN GO GET YOUR FATHER MY FATHER OR SOMEONE IMPORTANT" I screamed. I saw Jaime holding Cersei's hand as they ran down the wooden stairs.

"Surrender and you might not die, mothe ri know your not going to die, but you Jaime" I said, Jaime didn't have a sword. "My son, please, please" Cersei pleaded. She put her hands together and tears started to swell.

Ned stark, a kingsguard, and some of Ned's personal guard pulled up behind me. "My lord, Jaime lannister attempted to kill your son by pushing him out the indow of the tower, I saved him from the plummet then stopped Jaime and Cersei who were fucking in the tower" I explained quickly. Jaime jumped the wooden railing and ran for one if the gates. Cersei didn't. I ran after Jaime, he though he was safe. I threw my short sword threw his leg. It flashed green for a second. I felt really drained not like I threw a sword like I threw a 20 pounds brick, I was exhausted.

He fell over and screamed like a whore. "OH, Fuck, You cut off my leg, My Fucking sword fighting leg!!'

My sword was embedded in his leg, I pulled it out. "SOMEONE, get Jaime to a Measter" Ned stark screamed. His men apprehended Cersei.

The king showed up "What in the seven hills is going on here!!!!" Ned stark turned around "Your brother in law and your wife tried to kill my boy Bran!!! Your boy Steffon saved him and took Jaime's leg-"

"-do you know why they tried to kill Bran?" Asked Ned. This sparked the Stags intrest he furrowed his brow then said "Why?"

"Bran caught them fucking in the old tower and shoved him out the window, if you don't believe that, Your son also saw them" The honorable Ned pointed at me Robert said "boy is this true?" "Yes it is" I responded firmly.

The women and other bystanders who couldn't do anything had gathered. Mycrella, Tommen, and Geoffry were crying.

Ned stark walked over to me with an angry look on his face, I thought he was about to cut me down. Then he hugged me and said quietly so only I could hear "you did real good today boy, you'll make for a great king"

Yes I will.

It's been a few days since the incident, by now the entire continent had learned about what happend at winterfell.

-Tywin Lannister's pov-

Ahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaha, I swept everything off my desk spilling the ink bottle running every paper including the raven scroll where I learned about what my shit children did. My last hope is Steffon or Tyrion but I'm not giving the westerlands to some deformed beast.

The dammed rumors were true. Half of Cersei's kids were probably bastards. Probably the blonde ones.

-Robert Baratheon Pov-

This little event has put me under a lot of stress. Ned had brought a horrifying realization, some of my kids were bastards. Not steffon, he was built like me and not a blonde bastard. we've dug through the records for the last 200 years all blood Baratheons have been black haired.

My only tureborn is Steffon, Mycrella may be but only the God's know. Geoffry is gonna be sent to the wall and young tommen is probably gonna become a man whore.

-Steffon Baratheon pov-

My bastard siblings have been supremely fucked up the ass. Mycrella's birth is still under question. They dug up the Baratheon lineage and turns out for hundreds of years all Baratheons have been Balck of hair.

I'm solid, plus, Tywin has two options for heirs of Casterly rock Tyrion or me. The dwarf or the extremly skilled warrior who saved one of the heirs to winterfell and is next to inherit the Iron Throne.

I have been experimenting with my power in the little free time I've had. Little needles sew the green threads. They float and I can command them telepathically. The range seems to be 10 meters.

I can extend the Thread like a vine. The farther away it gets away from me the slower the thread moves. It completely stops moving after 10 meters.

My short sword had broken, it almost went through his leg. It drained me much more then I had expected. I was rembering that day. Why did it flash green, why did my sword flash green? Why was it so heavy?

I held my short sword and swung it in the solace of my room. It was broken, I wish it was fixed.

It flashed green again. The broken parts of the sword rejoined with the hilt. Huh? Was that another ability of my stand.

It was really draining. I wonder what else could I do, maybe I could make permanent stitches. Maybe that's all the repair was. But why did it flash green before. That sword hadn't seen battle. it was unbroken.

Some questions will never be answered.

I heard a knocking at the door "My prince, the time has come for your Mother's trial" the hound spoke, it was slighly muffled through the door.

I walked towards the wooden door and grabbed the metal doorknob and opened it. I was met with the hound in his amour just without the hound helmat he always wore.

Jaime was still getting his wounds treated. The Hound escorted me to the main hall. A whole gathering of local lords that could arrive in time. She wouldn't be killed, everyone doubted that.

I would be one of the witnesses called because I witnessed it, dur da dur. The long tables had been cleared from the vast hall and been replaced by stands on the side and a whiteness stand and a copy of the witness stand just with a lock on the half door.

People started gathering in the stands. The hound told me to stand at the back so I could walk up.

I was second whiteness, Bran wouldn't be called up first and after me was Ned stark with the evidence he managed to find and also a few others like the guards and the single kingsguard. Obviously Robert would be the judge.

Everyone gathered Then Robert walked into the room via a side door with a kingsguard by his side. He sat down at the throne, they had removed the lords table and the chairs.

He sat up and spoke in his rough voice "I Robert, first of his name, of house Baratheon, Kings of the Andals and the first men, resides over this trial, the accused being Cersei of house lannister"