Hadrian Stark, the Second Son By ZaneT69

Chapter 1

The best place to begin was the actual beginning, Harry decided.

He was Hadrian 'Harry' Stark, the second-born son of Eddard 'Ned' Stark and Catelyn Tully-Stark and the better looking, smarter, and more dangerous and skilled of the fraternal twin brothers, Robb and Hadrian Stark. In short, Harry had actual political skills and found the idea of honor adorable. Harry was a gifted warrior, business man, strategist, spymaster, and had won tournaments. Running away to do whatever you wanted was a real growing experience. Harry left at age twelve, already a prodigeously talented warrior then, and returned when he was nearly sixteen to re-connect with his family.

Now he was being forced to greet the Baratheon-Lannister retinue, though the king's supposed children were all bastards born of incest and wasn't that an interesting rumor to spread.

As the royal party road in, Joffrey first, followed by Sandor 'the Hound' Clegane, and then the coach carrying Cersei. Finally, King Robert Baratheon arrived, or as people called him behind his back 'Fat Rob'. Robert heaved his fat ass off the horse. Robert signaled for all to rise.

"Your Grace." Ned said.

"You've got fat," Robert said, causing Harry to empty his mind and keep his expression blank. Laughing might be considered disrespectful. Ned looked down at Robert's belly and they started laughing.

"Nine years. Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" Robert asked.

"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours." Ned replied.

"Where's the Imp?" Arya asked, causing Harry to snort in amusement.

"Will you shut up?" Sansa asked angrily, acting every bit the teenager concerned with being embarrassed by the younger sibling.

"Who have we here? You must be Robb. And Hadrian! Haven't seen you at a tournament recently." Robert said, before noticing Sansa. "My, you're a pretty one." To Arya. "Your name is?"

"Arya," she replied.

"Ooh. Show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier." Robert said to Bran. Jaime Lannister removed his helmet, getting Arya's attention.

"That's Jaime Lannister. The queen's twin brother." Arya said, and again Sansa hissed for her to shut up.

"Maybe you can get his autograph," Harry interjected teasingly.

"Where's the Imp?" Arya asked, once Ned and Robert went to pay their respects.

Queen Cersei went over to her brother, the Kingslayer, to send him off to locate their younger brother.

Harry and Jon went to spar, a spectacle which intimidated Boros Blount and Meryn Trant. Their speed, precision, and skill far surpassed the knights own mediocre capabilities. Even the returning Ser Jaime Lannister was very impressed.

"You, Stark, are sparring with me next," Jaime said, needing a challenge.

"Do you want me to take it easy on you?" Harry asked in amusement, getting a glare. "By the way, what you saw was me going easy on Jon. That's why I asked."

"Hold nothing back, boy," Jaime replied, arrogantly.

"Sure thing old man," Harry replied, to the nearby peoples amusement