(Game of Thrones) The Weirwood Wolf

(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.