Beguiling Wolf

Chapter 14

"My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join The Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And My Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father. But they have the soft hearts of women. So long as I am your King, treason shall never go unpunished." Joffrey Waters hissed staring down at her father and Lyra itched to snap his neck, how dare he look down at her father?!

"Treason? I see no treason" Ned Stark retorted calmly, he had lived through the reign of the mad king Aerys, he had started and survived and won a rebellion before handing over the seven kingdoms to Robert, he had lived when his father, brother, sister, loved ones and friends died. Ned Stark had fought and won, standing above all the others at the end. The Lion thought he could take down a Wolf? Ned snorted; he'd show them the blood of winter kings. He'd show them why the quiet wolf was so feared.

He would not be stopped by a bastard.

"I am your king!" Joffery screamed and Ned only felt disgust and revulsion for the...twisted thing in front of him.

"I demand a trial by combat" Lord Stark replied coldly "The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. So come and swing the sword claimant of the crown, you false boy king"

"I give the commands! I am King! Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!" Joffery screamed spittle flying

Lyra stared at the crowd in shock as she stared down at her father, wondering just how...wrong it had gone, fear thrumming through her and only the steadfast presence of her husband and her younger sister clinging to her hand kept her upright, stopping her from leaping to her father's defence, or killing the so-called 'King'

Her lip twisted into a repulsed sneer as she glared at the shocked bastard, a slight kick from Bronn and her face was once again as cold as the winter.

"I will require Ice" Ned demanded calmly and while Joffery's eyes darted about, he was trapped by the expectations, if he did not give the stupid wolf the trial then surely there would be backlash...

"Fine" Joffery spat gesturing with his hand "I'll enjoy having it melted down after your death, showing just how weak the Starks truly are"

Joffery didn't like how the calm, grey eyes of the wolf Lord looked at him, into his soul as if Ned Stark was the Stranger himself and found him lacking for the seven heavens, as if he had seen all the true horrors Joffery had gleefully committed. Joffery could feel the prickle of wolves eyes on the back of his neck, a distant howl of the hunt sent shivers down his spine.

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Lyra absently shuffled through some letters sent from the Tyrells with an eyebrow raising at the sheer audacity, while she had no care for the politics of the south it didn't equate to her being a fucking idiot. Clearly, they thought differently.

"The King has gone on his hunt" Father announced striding into the room with a grimace on his face

"I doubt he'll be coming back healthy" Bronn muttered slumping into a chair by his wife's side, taking a drink of bitter beans that helped to wake him up. Stabbing gleefully at a plate of sausages, though he was certain he'd soon be stabbing people, that would be fun.

"Agreed" Lyra hummed as she handed the letter over to her husband who took one look and scoffed in annoyance

"They might as well be asking you to bend over" Bronn grumbled in irritation

"From the Tyrells?" Father asked and she nodded "they always were so..."

"cunty?" Bronn suggested blandly