Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 6

<The next morning, Old Gate, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Ned and Cat stood in the early morning air as the Lady Stark prepared to leave for Winterfell and the North, where she would be safer.

"Are you sure that we can't see the girls?" Catelyn asked. "It's too dangerous." Ned replied calm yet stern. 

"Just for a moment." Catelyn suggested, but Ned would not be swayed. "Until we know who our enemies are-" "I know they did it, Ned. The Lannisters, in my bones, I know it." Catelyn said, her mind firmly fixed on the target that her childhood friend had set for her.

"If Littlefinger's right... I can't do anything without proof." Ned said, trying to her to calm down about the Lannisters, a family Ned was ironically surrounded by. 

"And if you find the proof?" Catelyn asked. 

"Then I bring it to Robert... and hope he's still the man I once knew." Ned told Catelyn.

It was the only thing that the Hand of the King could do unless the King commanded otherwise.

Ned and Catelyn looked at each other a bit, Catelyn not really believing that the fat king would help her husband, even if they were boyhood friends, but Ned had other things to worry about. 

"You watch yourself on the road, huh? That temper of yours is a dangerous thing." Ned jested to his beloved wife.

"My temper? Gods be good, you nearly killed poor Littlefinger yesterday." Catelyn retorted as both husband and wife smiled and laughed at each other, their old grievances seemingly forgotten for this one morning.

Ned look at his wife then and admitted, "He still loves you." Catelyn only smiled as she asked, "Does he?" She didn't really believe it.

Slowly, Ned and Cat both leaned into each other and kissed before Catelyn threw her arms around Eddard's neck as Ned held her. Shortly after, they ended their chaste kiss before the Lord of Winterfell dismissed her. 

"Off with you." He said, his face falling back into its default stoniness as Catelyn walked back to her steed and mounted it.

She shared on last glance at him before the Lady of Winterfell and Winterfell's Master-At-Arms rode out of the capital of the Seven Kingdoms on that morn, hidden from prying eyes that would send word to Lord Stark's enemies.

Ned had a sickly feeling though... that this would be the last time he would see his wife, a sickly feeling that had come to him when Ashara had given him Edwyn and screamed at him to never look upon her again.

If that feeling held true... then Ned knew that there were dark things in store in his future... and that he wasn't going to like finding them out.

<That morning, King Robert's Bedchambers, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

King Robert Baratheon, the once legendary Demon of the Trident and the Whoremonger King, idly handled his wine glass, a strange feeling of being sober upon him even with how much he drank on a daily basis.

"Yes, it's been a long time, but I still remember every face." The fat king said in a low tone. Standing at his side was his squire, a Lannister lad dressed and cloaked in Lannister red and one Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of Robert's Kingsguard standing ever vigilant at his side.

"You remember your first?" He asked the elderly soldier standing nearby. "Of course Your Grace." Ser Barristan answered calmly as he walked in front of he king.

"Who was it?" Robert asked. 

"A Tyroshi. Never learnt the name." Ser Barristan answered. 

"Hmm. How'd you do it?" The seemingly sober king asked, the man in a more melancholy and contemplative mood.