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"Sansa was dragged before the King and Queen... And asked to call the Prince a liar."
"So was I! He is a liar."
"Darling, listen to me. Sansa will be married to Joffrey someday. She cannot betray him. She must take his side even when he's wrong."
"It's still unfair" Arya mumbled. But from the look on her face, she understood what her father wanted to say. Ned smiled at that.
"But how you can let her marry someone like that?"
The smile fell from his lips. Could he allow that to be now that he knows what kind of a creature Joffrey is? He looked at Robert, who was looking at him. Ned shook her head and Robert nodded, a little dejected but still nodded.
"Well... Look at me. You're a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words."
"Winter is coming."
"You were born in the long summer. You've never known anything else. But now winter is truly coming."
"Our children might see a winter not even we are prepared for" Lyanna whispered to her brother.
Ned sighed at the reminder.
"And in the winter, we must protect ourselves, and look after one another. Sansa is your sister."
"I don't hate her. Not really."
Sansa smiled a little at her little sister's confession. She didn't hate Arya either. Sure she was annoying, wild and nothing like her, but she did not hate her for it.
"I don't want to frighten you, but I won't lie to you either. We've come to a dangerous place. We cannot fight a war amongst ourselves. All right? Go on. It's yours."
"Ned..."
"She will need it."
"When? She is protected by our men all the time."
"It doesn't matter anymore does it, she already have her skills from the future now all she needs is build her body to back up those skills." Brandon interject between the couple which eventually lead to them looking away from each other.
"I can keep it?"
"Try not to stab your sister with it. If you're going to own a sword, you'd better know how to use it."
[Scene changes to Bran's bedside in Winterfell. A crow lands on his windowsill.]
Bran frowned, tears in his eyes. He looked horrible on the wall. The covers stuck to his legs and gave a good outline of them, twisted and mangled. He could never walk again...
Bran heard a sob and felt his mother hug him tightly and his father ruffling his hair. He hugged his mother back.
"Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow."
Yara grunted in agreement, thinking about a certain Crow's Eye.
"I hate your stories."
"I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Ser Duncan the Tall. Those were always your favourites."
"Those weren't my favourites. My favourites were the scary ones."
"Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord when the White Walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, the same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like? In that darkness, the White Walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds..."
The room shivered and trembled at the words of Old Nan, both the young and the old. Before they would all have shrugged it off as legend and stories, as stories told to make children behave. Now, now that they've seen the White Walkers, seen them with their eyes and know what they would do to them, none of them held back their fear.
"Do you think she was around when they came the last time?" Arya whispered to her two brothers.
"Old Nan is old but not that old, little sister. It's been 8000 years since the White Walkers caused us an issue. She couldn't have seen it."
"Maybe she dreamt it" Arya suggested, "what if she's a greenseer!"
"There haven't been greenseers for years."
"Neither have there been White Walkers" Arya challenged.
Robb frowned.
"It would make sense why her stories are so vivid" Rbb nodded.
"Perhaps" Jon said with a smile.
[Robb walks into the room, interrupting Old Nan's story.]
"What are you telling him now?"
"Only what the little Lord wants to hear."
"Get your supper. I want some time with him"
[Old Nan walks out slowly.]
"One time she told me the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant named Macumber."
Jon raised a brow at Robb.
"Not all her stories have to be right!" he defended himself with a small blush.
"Maybe we do."
"How do you feel? You still don't remember anything? I've seen you climb a thousand times. In the wind, in the rain... A thousand times. You never fall."
"I didn't fall" Bran mumbled softly.
Catelyn threw a glare at Jaime, who pointedly avoided her look.
[Scene changes to Catelyn and Rodrick arrive at King's Landing, entering through a back entrance.]
"Fewer eyes back here, my Lady. But still too many."
"It's nine years since I've set foot in the capital. And no one knew who I was the last time I came either."
"You've already been made out I fear, my Lady" Jon Arryn shook his head.
"We just entered," Catelyn said in shock.
"Our Master of Whispers is quite capable. And there are more people invested in keeping their eyes and ears open" the old man explained.
"My Lady."
[Two guards pull up to her on horseback and hand her a scroll, informing her that she is to follow them.]
"Welcome to King's Landing, Lady Stark. Would you mind following us?"
Jon Arryn smiled at the woman, who looked a little disturbed. How good were these spies, and how good was the Master of them?
"I would. We've done nothing wrong."
"We've been instructed to escort you into the city."
"Instructed? I don't know who's providing your instructions, but..."
"Follow me, Lady Stark"
[At Baelish's brothel.]
Many made a face, the uglies of them being Ned and Catelyn's.
"Ah, Lord Baelish," Varys said with a small smile. "That is one of his brothels."
"Petyr would never disrespect me like that" Catelyn snapped.
"Cat!"
Catelyn's face fell. Then it turned red as a cherry. That worm!
[To his whores]
"Go on. Go upstairs."
"You little worm! You take me for some back-alley Sally you can drag into a..."
[Two naked whores interrupt, and Baelish snaps at them to leave.]
"I meant no disrespect to you of all people."
"How dare you bring me here! Have you lost your mind?"
"No one will come looking for you here. Isn't that what like you wanted? I'm truly sorry... about the locale."
"He seems genuine" Renly hummed. Hardly had he ever seen that man be genuine.
"How did you know I was coming to King's Landing?"
"A dear friend told me."
[Varys enters.]
"Lady Stark"
"Oh, I'm a dear friend of his I see" Varys giggled, the sound putting them all off a little.
"Lord Varys."
"To see you again after so many years is a blessing. Your poor hands."
"How did you know I was coming?"
"You underestimate them too much, my lady. I must warn you that it would be a not so wise move on your part. Might even be your undoing" Oberyn explained.
"Petyr is a friend-"
"Littlefinger is a friend of no one but those he can benefit from. Trust me on this" Renly added.
Catelyn frowned. She did not trust him on that.
"Knowledge is my trade, my Lady. Did you bring the dagger with you, by any chance? My little birds are everywhere. Even in the north. They whisper to me the strangest stories."
[Catelyn hands him the dagger.]
"Valyrian steel."
"Do you know whose dagger this is?"
"I must admit I do not."
"Well well, this is an historic day. Something you don't know that I do. There's only one dagger like this in all of the Seven Kingdoms. It's mine."