The Bastards of Winterfell

Eddard Stark III (1 hour later)

Sometimes I think how much Michael is like Lyanna when she was her age. He is definitely her son, he has her temper. I am worried that someday, Catelyn will push him and he will push back. Harder. But when it comes to looks, he is a miniature version of Rhaegar. His nose, ears, chin and unfortunately even his silver hair all came from his father. The silver hair is what may expose the truth, which is why I make sure it is always shortly cut, so it is harder to notice. I thank the gods
every day for not giving Michael nor Jon the Targaryen violet eyes.  

Ned got up and walked out of his study to the Maesters chambers, to go check on Robb. He walked in seeing Robb unconscious and being examined by Luwin, with Cat at his side.

- "How is he doing Maester Luwin?", I asked the maester.

- "When he fell on the ground, he hit his head which resulted in a minor concussion. Nothing to worry about, my lord. I have given him Milk of the Poppy so he can rest", he answered.

- "I will make that Jon Snow pay", Cat muttered angrily.

- "Cat, it was an accident", I said.

- "I dont care, he struck my son", she said stubbornly.

- "They were playing Knights. Accidents happen. Look, I know you were looking after Robb, but that doesnt excuse you for hitting Michael for no reason", I spoke

- "No reason?! He got in the way of letting me punish his bastard brother!", she screamed.

- "He was protecting his brother! And if you keep hitting them, they will hit back and I will not be here to restrain them when that happens. You will never lay another hand on either of those boys again", I said.

Ned Stark left Maester Luwins chamber and went to the room of Michael and Jon to check on how theyre doing.

I was just about to knock on the door to come in, but then I started to hear a gittern (a medieval guitar) being played. Shortly after, I heard someone singing. I looked through a crack in the door and it was Michael and he was singing while Jon was sleeping. I stayed like this for a little while, listening my nephews beautiful singing. It took me back to the night of the Harrenhal tourney, so many years ago. When Rhaegar sang with his harp.  It is incredible how similar their voices were, given the age differences between them. I crept opened the door and went in.

- "Good evening, Michael", I greeted.

- "Good evening, Father.  How is Robb?", he asked.

- "Oh, he is fine. He just got a minor concussion from the fall", I assured him.

- "So, when I was outside the door I heard your playing. And I was just wondering where you learned all that from," I said.

- "I dont know. I nicked this from one of the minstrels that came here a while ago and it just seemed naturel", he answered.

- "Well youre really good. Keep at it", I said.

- "Yes, Father. Good night", he responded.

- "Good night, son". And I walked out

He was more like his father then I thought. If someone who knew Rhaegar saw him, then both Michael and Jon would be in danger.