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[There is a long pause. Cersei looks over at Tyrion.]
"Joffrey is King." Cersei said
"Joffrey is King." Tyrion nodded
"You are here to advise him."
"I'm only here to advise him. And if the King listens to what I say, the King might just get his Uncle Jaime back."
"How?" Cersei asked
"You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well. And we have two of them." Tyrion said
"One."
"One?"
"Arya, little animal, she disappeared."
"Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke? We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one's head off and let another escape. Father will be furious. It must be odd for you to be the disappointing child."
[Tyrion smirks and takes a sip of his wine. Cersei looks away.]
"That went better than I'd thought" Jaime whispered to his brother.
"Did you see her face? I wish I could have that moment painted" Tyrion muttered with a dramatic sigh.
A painting of that exact moment appeared in Tyrion's hands.
"Thank you!" Tyrion barked a laugh.
[Scene changes to the Godswood of Winterfell]
[It is shown through the eyes of a person, running through the woods, panting. He looks up to the red comet above the trees, and then back down to the pool in the godswood. He approaches the pool and looks down at their reflection, revealing themselves to be Summer, Bran's direwolf.]
[Bran's Room]
[Bran lays in his bed, asleep. His eyes suddenly open.]
"What... was that?" Bran asked, a little mystified by seeing his direwolf from its perspective.
"I believe you warged into your wolf in your sleep. A common thing for wargs who have yet to control their gifts" Jon Snow explained.
Bran nodded, eyes shining with excitement at the explanation.
Catelyn did not look as excited. Skin changing was... inhuman, abnormal... it was ungodly in a sense... Yet her son was doing it. All her children could.
The woman frowned in thought and nervousness.
[Scene changes to the large party of Night's Watchmen continuing through the woods on horseback. Sam, Grenn, and Edd surround a sledge trapped in the snow on the side of the road The party reaches a large camp. Some of them dismount. The camera pans up to view a large wooden house in the centre. The view moves through the camp, to show some of the women working.]
"Are those girls?" Sam asked
"Why is he so surprised by girls?" Theon asked incredulously.
Margaerys sighed with a small smile.
"Craster's daughters." Edd stated
"Craster" Ned leaned forward. He had heard of the Wildling that aided the Night's Watch. Now he would sate his curiosity about him.
"I haven't seen a girl in six months." Sam
"I'd keep on not seeing them if I were you." Edd said
"What, he doesn't like people messing with his daughters?" Green asked
Edd smirking "He doesn't like people messing with his wives."
"He marries his daughters?!"
The entire hall looked sick at the news-even the Targaryens who wed brother to sister.
[Jon, Sam, and Grenn all look at Edd, surprised.]
"He marries his daughters, and they give him more daughters, and on, and on it goes."
Arya made gagging noises. The mere thought was repulsive.
SAM said "That's foul."
" It's beyond foul." Green added
"All the other wildlings for a hundred leagues have disappeared. Craster's still here. He must be doing something right." Edd stated
"What happens to the boys? He marries his daughters. What does he do with his sons?" Jon asked
"A valid question" Brandon the Elder nodded.
"Maybe they go off after they come of age. Their father is marrying their sisters, nothing left for them" Robb suggested, still a little green in the face.
"Perhaps" Brandon the Elder shrugged.
Jon Snow stared in disgust and something close to hate.
[Craster, Mormont, and a number of watchmen sit around a fire.]
"He said he planned to stop here on his way to the Frostfangs." Jeor Mormont said
"People make all sorts of plans. I haven't seen Benjen Stark in three years. Haven't missed him. Always treated me like scum." Craster stated
"That's because you are scum" Arya spat.
The Starks grew despondent at hearing about Benjen though.
"Haven't had any good wine for a long time. You Southerners make good wine, I'll give you that."
[Jon standing off to the side of the room] "We're not Southerners."
"Who's this little girl? You're prettier than half my daughters. You got a nice wet twat between your legs? What's your name?"
Jon blanched at the comment, while Robb, Arya and Theon on the other side broke into peals of laughter. A few more joined in with chuckles.
"I told you, you look like a girl!" Theon guffawed.
Lyanna could only send silent apologies to her very embarrassed son. He had taken after her completely. It also didn't help that Rhaegar was not muscular. Though thanks to the super soldier serum he looked a little muscular now.
"Jon Snow."
"Snow, eh? Listen to me, bastard. All you lot from south of the Wall, you're Southerners. But now you're in the North, the real North."
LORD MORMONT: The lad meant no harm.
CRASTER: I catch that pretty little bastard talking to my daughters -
LORD MORMONT said "No one will talk to your daughters, you have my word. (Turns to Jon) Now, sit down and shut your mouth."
Jon takes a seat at the fire.
CRASTER asked "You bring any of that good wine with you?"
LORD MORMONT nodded "We did. We passed through six villages on the way here. All six were abandoned. Where have all the wildlings gone?"
[As the conversation continues, Jon looks around at some of Craster's daughters in the rafters.]
"I could tell you, but I'm thirsty." Craster said
LORD MORMONT states "There's a barrel of Dornish wine on the sledge. Bring it in here."
"Yes, commander." Watchmen said
"You want to know where they've all gone? North! To join up with Mance Rayder Your old friend."
"He's no friend of mine. He broke his vows, and betrayed his brothers!"
"Oh, aye. But once he was just a poor black crow. And now he's King-Beyond-the-Wall."
"King Beyond The Wall?" Rickard questioned.
"Mance Rayder has crowned himself King of the Wildings" Ned explained.
"I didn't know the Wildlings could follow a single man" Brandon the Elder commented. 'Who is this Mance Rayder?"
"A deserter from the Watch. He is cunning and clever, that one" Ned explained.
"He's been calling himself that for years. What's he king of? A frozen lake somewhere?"
[Craster looks at the watchman sitting next to Mormont and points.]
"That's a good-looking axe. Fresh forged?"
"Greedy bastard" Jon Snow muttered.
[Mormont beckons to the watchman, who begrudgingly hands Mormont the axe.]
"You'll have another one made at Castle Black."
"No wonder the Watch has no good weapons. The Lord Commander is busy pawning them off to wildlings!" Renly commented.
"They need some way to get information from the man. The wildlings have no coin to trade with. So goods will have to be traded for information" Jon Arryn explained.
"They are Wildlings! Threaten to slice them open and they'll fucking speak!" Renly exclaimed. "Why are they making friends with them if they are the enemies?"
"Not all of the Wildlings want to fight, some are happy to trade. Many wildling villages openly trade with the Night's Watch" Ned explained.
"That one does not seem like one of those villages" Renly pointed.
"That one is not" Ned conceded.
"Oh, that's some lovely steel. You want to know what Mance Rayder is doing? Gathering an army. What I hear, he's already got more men than any of your southern kings."
Robert sat a little straighter at that.
"And where does he plan to march this army?"
"When you're all the way north, there's only one direction to go."
"It's one problem after the other" Robert muttered.
"At least we know why he intends to march Stannis muttered. At Robert's look, he rolled his eyes. "The White Walkers, brother."
"Aye... those things" Robert muttered. "How do we deal with this army?"
Robert was looking at Jon Arryn.
"A matter to discuss after" Jon Arryn sighed.