Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 5

<Two weeks later, Morning, Gate of the Gods, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

The King's Procession, particularly the part under Lord Eddard Stark's command, rode into King's Landing, the carts covered with all the luggage and supplies that had been transported from Winterfell in the North to the capital of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

Ned's nose wrinkled a bit as the disgusting smell of shit... and dead corpses, entered his sense of smell, even as all the numerous faces looked out from the doors and bridges and rooftops across the city as all wanted to see the party that would probably have the new Hand of the King.

Ned idly wondered whether the stories and tales of King's Landing ever mentioned the smell... and with a sigh shook his head. If they did, Sansa would not have ever wished nor wanted in her life to enter this snake pit of a city.

Still riding through the streets, the Lord of Winterfell and his procession finally reached the Red Keep, a magnificent castle made of red stone that stood watch over the city and Blackwater Bay, a monumental structure of the strength of House Targaryen had once possessed... before it was destroyed by the combined efforts of Houses Baratheon, Stark, Arryn, and Tully. Ned would not include the Lannisters, who only joined at the very last minute... and that was just to sack King's Landing.

The procession slowed as they finally reached the courtyard of the Red Keep and Ned dismounted his steed, just as a herald walked up to him somewhat urgently. 

"Welcome Lord Stark. Grandmaester Pycelle has called for a meeting of the Small Council. The honor of your presence is requested." The herald told Ned.

The stoic Lord of Winterfell silently turned around and relayed his orders to his daughters septa though. "Get the girls settled in. I'll be back in time for supper. Jory, go with them." He ordered. 

"Yes, my lord." The loyal Northerner answered.

Ned turned back to the herald who began to speak, "If you'd like to change to something more appropriate..." The herald trailed off as Ned only took off his riding gloves. There; Appropriate.

The herald was silent as he turned and began leading the new Hand of the King towards the Small Council Chamber, the New Hand himself keeping a wary eye out in the harsh sunlight of King's Landing. 

How these southrons survived in such heat, the Warden of the North did not know.

At least he wasn't in Dorne. Now there, the heat was bloody unbearable for a Northerner.

<A few minutes later, Throne Room, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Two goldcloaks opened the doors to the throne room in a unified manner as the herald led Lord Stark into the heart of the castle, the majestic throne room of the Red Keep. 

The herald stopped before the throne room and bowed his head as the Lord of Winterfell entered the hall of the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms for the past 300 years.

The seven-pointed star was placed upon the windows as the antlers from the numerous hunts that Robert had gone on adorned the castle, the once ominous dragon skulls of the Targaryen dynasty taken and forgotten.

Ned's eyes steeled over though when he saw the armored form of one Jaime Lannister sitting at the bottom of the Iron Throne, the man taking off his own gloves as he spoke in that smug tone of his, "Thank the gods you're here Stark. About time we had some stern northern leadership." He said with a smirk as the Golden Lion confronted the Quiet Wolf.

"Glad to see you're protecting the throne." Ned stated in a cold voice, not wanting to be anywhere near this honorless bastard whatsoever. "Sturdy old thing. How many king's arses have polished it, I wonder? And – what's the line – the King shits and the Hand wipes." Jaime taunted, trying to rile up the man before him.