A Tale of Stolen Blades and Stolen Hearts

Chapter 3: Anyone Who Isnt Us, Is an Enemy

Ned Stark and his Two Daughters arrive at Kings Landing. Trotting up to the gates they reach the beginning and a Page is here to greet them.

"Welcome, Lord Stark. Grand Maester Pycelle has called a meeting of the Small Council. The honor of your presence is requested." He said, Ned gets off his Horse and directs his Soldier Jory.

"Get the girls settled in. I'll be back in time for supper. And, Jory, you go with them."

"Yes, my Lord."

"If you'd like to change into something more appropriate..." the Page asks, but Ned does not budge. The Page reluctantly leads him into the massive utopia of Kings Landing, and Ned makes his way into the throne room first, and his eyes catch the gaze of an awaiting Jamie Lannister.

"Thank the gods you're here, Stark. About time we had some stern northern leadership." Jamie said, with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"Glad to see you're protecting the throne." Ned fires back, Jamie smugly stands up and looks at the throne.

"Sturdy old thing. How many kings' asses have polished it, I wonder? What's the line? The King shits and the Hand wipes." He said, Ned looks Jamie up and down, the spitting image of Tywin Lannister in his youth, even with the perfect golden Armor.

"Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it." Ned inquires.

"I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss." Jamie replies, Ned grins.

"You've chosen your opponents wisely then." He replies.

"I have a knack for it. It must be strange for you coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father too. They didn't deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that."

"But you just stood there and watched." Ned responds, Jamie ignores this.

"500 men just stood there and watched. All the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms. You think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. 500 men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And later... When I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing as your father burned... It felt like justice." He said, but Neds response wasn't what he expected.

"Is that what you tell yourself at night? You're a servant of justice? That you were avenging my father when you shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen's back?" He said with such vitriol, such venom. Jamie was taken aback, scoffs at him even.

"Tell me... If I'd stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more?"

"You served him well when serving was safe." Ned leaves those words and walks away.

(Y/n) opens a door and Jory walks in with Sansa and Arya.

"This is the living quarters, obviously we gave the Stark Family the best we can offer." He says, Arya walks around and (Y/n) turns to Sansa.

"Lady Sansa, could I speak with you for a moment?" He asks, Jory eyes him and he turns to the balcony.

"We can speak at the balcony, if that would help your guard." (Y/n) offers, Sansa turns to Jory. "It's fine, I'll be fine." She said. Jory reluctantly allows this and the duo walk to the balcony to speak to each other.

They stood back shot to the beautiful Kings Landing.

"You wanted to speak Ser (Y/n)?" Sansa began.

"Yes, it's about your Betrothal to my cousin." He begins, Sansa puts a face on with a smile.