Chapter 12

  CREGAN STARK

  The Royal Party’s arrival had only increased the bustle of the castle, ae its massive size, Winterfell was showing its limits as the castle hosted the Royal retinue and put to use all its mighty towers and expanded Halls.

  As their father departed with the King, the Royal House was to be shown to their specially prepared abodes. Their mother led the Queen, Robb the Prince, Sansa the young Princess and so forth, while he was tied down with the Queen’s brother, Lord Tyrion Lannister.

  “These halls are warmer than one would think given the sheer cold outside,” the shorter man ented as Cregan led him through the Halls to his chambers, and in a way, he was surprised at seeing the man here, especially given that Cregahe shorter man would much prefer other pany.

  “I told you off the heated pools, didn’t I? The water from them percotes through the walls as up the castle. It is a thing of marvel,” and i was, and one of a kind. It was something that still baffled him: the architecture of these nds and its discrepancies.

  “Ahh, yes, the pools,” he added with a small smile.

  “I must say I am surprised that you are still here,” Cregaioned as they reached the man’s assigned chambers.

  “I would have thought you would have left for the Town the first ce you got,” to sample the merdise, of course. But that was implied.

  “Well, I couldn’t disrespect uests,” he teased before he wi him.

  “Not so quickly, at least. Moreover, I wished to meet you, and hoped that you would show me to the vaunted library of this a castle,” and Cregan chuckled, this was how they had bonded.

  “Of course, Lord Tyrion,” he said, and he had specifically had his roed to be the closest oo the library, for he knew of the man’s preference.

  “I khat and had my mother move your aodation to the room o the library,” he told the man as the Lannister heir raised a brow.

  “You know me so well. As, you could not have made your father arrange a brothel o the castle as well,” and they both chuckled as Cregan led him to Winterfell’s library.

  It was nothing as rge rand as the Royal Library, but it had a respectable colle. There were several rare books and writings here, mostly of Northern in, half of them illegible even to him, giveure of their specifigue.

  Cregan was still in the process of learning the Old Tongue, hoping to know as much as he could about their House’s history.

  “This is it,” he said and saw pure joy in those mismatched eyes as Tyrion Lannister followed him into the small pce with his child-like legs, watg all the old thies with fasation and reverence.

  “Ahh, one smell the history,” he said as the acolytes finally realized their presence. Cregan was a regur of the pce, but they all seemed surprised upon seeing the Lannister lord there.

  “Lord Tyrion is uest. He is fond of literature and will frequent the library quite a bit while he is here,” he informed them as they all greeted the smaller man with a bit of hesitancy.

  Then, he began to move through the various ns and rows, watg and examining the various texts as Cregan followed after him.

  “Anything you would reend,” he asked, and Cregan thought of it before he picked up a rather old leather-bound book, one of the first he had read himself.

  “This one is as good a pce to start as any,” he said, passing it to a smaller man, and the book was about a quarter of his height.

  “It’s the records from the st war with the Red Kings, it is pretty iing, and gruesome,” and the man made a face.

  “Ahh, the Red Kings. The Boltons, the vilins of the North,” he whispered as he gave him a small nod.

  “We had a few of our own,” he added and Cregan knew just who he was talking of.

  “The Reynes,” and the man nodded.

  “Indeed, and they thought they could swallow up our House as well, but they learheir lesson; all of them did. And now all that remains of them is but a single song,” and that was the ruthlessness of Tywin Lannister.

  It was, in many ways, the ruthlessness o win in this world. And he had to steel himself for it, for a simir thing.

  Eddard Stark must have seen it as well. He must have. Cregan had sown the seed, telling him of Jon Arryn’s suspi, and now it to him to speak of it to the King.

  It would cause a war. A sughter. But ohat was necessary for his House. For his family. For humanity.

  And as he thought of that, he saw faces. Faces of little Tommen, the i Myrcel, and even the lord who stood opposite him, who called him a friend.

  They had been haunting his sleep for many months now. All their lifeless faces, bming him, ning him as a crow encircled his head.

  “Now that you have helped me select a book, I was hoping you could help me with another reendation,” the Lannister man began as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

  “Perhaps you could reend me a dy as well, the one I should ask for when I need someoo warm my bed tonight, perhaps one partial to cripples?” he asked with a wink as Cregan chuckled.

  “I am afraid you will have to ask someone else. You know I try not to frequent such pces,” and the man clicked his tongue.

  “Not even here, in this cold weather,” he gasped animatedly. You truly a strange oark,” and Cregan shrugged.

  “Well, I may not have frequehe pces. But I am sure you will be just fihout my reendation,” and with that, he began walking out of the library before remembering something.

  “I do hope that you remember the feast in the evening...” and the man rolled his eyes.

  “I do...”

  “I will see you there,” Cregan said.

  “Ahh, indeed. But I am not the only one you will be seeing there...”

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  CATELYN TULLY

  As the Royal House settled into her home, Catelyn found herself busied in the preparation for the Feast in the evening, as she anded cooks, maids, aresses and tried to rein in her own children not to embarrass her or their House infront of the Royal family.

  Thankfully, Cregan’s little bout of rebellion was just that, a bout, and the boy was still able to help her rein in Bran and Arya as she saw to the preparations to the clusion. It was to be a Great Feast, one where all the Lords from the North would be present and so it was necessary that everything erfect.

  And she was busy with her tasks when Ned emerged, stern and nervous as he asked her to e to his sor, much to her surprise. A part of her khat such a day would e ever since she heard of Jon Arryn’s death and the King’s eventual jouro the North.

  They both khe purpose of his visit, as did the rest of the North and the castle, even though none dared say it.

  “Robert has asked me to be his Hand,” he said, and she closed her eyes, knowing that such a day would e.

  “And...” she asked, seeing his lips thin as those grey eyes dulled. And she khe answer without him even mouthing it. He was a Stark, and they were ever dutiful.

  “I tried, but he would not be denied...” he mouthed softly, and the sadness of losing him to the capital was unimaginable. Yet he was not at ease.

  No, she saw it in his face. The nervousness, it was still there.

  “What more?” she asked, half in fear, half in trepidation as he looked into her eyes.

  “And a match,” and her eyes wide those words. A Royal match was something she dared not dream of. It was an honor.

  “Oween Cregan and the Princess,” which is truly surprising and a bit disappointing, given that she would have beeer for their House if it were to be between Sansa and Joffrey, the heir.

  “He is a sed son,” she did not look down on her children, but it was not a favorable match for the Princess. Cregan was but a sed son and his own ailment made it so that he would never be a dashing knight or so forth.

  “I know, but Robert seems to believe that the boy has what it takes to be a Hand. He hopes that he entice me to take his offer this way, in hopes that in a decade or san could i the position from me and bee a Hand,” and her eyes wide that.

  “That is surprisingly thoughtful,” it would ensure her son a better future, but it would also mean that he would be leaving for the capital again.

  Ae everything, it was joyous news. Joining blood with the Royal House and being kin with the King were reasons to celebrate, especially whech was as favorable and good as this one.

  A she could see no joy on Ned’s fao, all she could spot was worry and fear.

  “Have you given an answer?” she asked, and he shook his head, much to her surprise.

  “Not yet. I asked Robert to let me talk to you and Cregan first,” and she could uand, but Cregan.

  “I knan has a quick mind. I experie first hand, just yesterday,” she added with a sharp look reminding him of their little argument.

  “But he is still a boy, and as his parents, it is up to us to ensure his best future. And I doubt there would be a better match for him than this,” she seled, telling Ned of her own opinion.

  And for some reason, he had been rather troubled ever since Cregan’s arrival. Or, more accurately, ever since he had met the boy in his sor, she had not seen him as such since he had e back from the Rebellion all those years ago.

  Just what had they talked about? There had been no shouting, aher Cregan nor Ned had spoken of it, but still, she could sehat something was wrong with both of them.

  A her spoke of it.

  “Why are both of you so troubled?” she asked herself. She saw his lips thin as she slowly reached for his hand and could feel the chill of it.

  “And don’t deny it,” she rushed as she saw him shaking her head.

  “I have noticed it for months and have chosen to stay silent about it, hoping that it would pass or you would speak of it when you could. But enough time has passed,” she began a bit sternly. After all, she was the boy’s mother and his Lady wife.

  It was not their right to keep something a secret.

  “I will know of your little secret, and I will know it now,” she finished and saw him halt at those words as she stared into his eyes until he shook his head, much to her surprise.

  “It’s nothing serious,” he lied. She could tell, but she was more surprised that what was it that he had to lie to her.

  “We will discuss this ter, but have Cregao my sor. I wish to talk to the boy before the feast begins,” he said as he moved past her, as Catelyn nodded as she walked out of the room and called a servant.

  “Tell Cregan that his father wishes to see him at once,” she ordered as the servant bowed and ran away. She busied herself once more, both frustrated and a bit angry at her husband for his lie.

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  And as the King busied himself in m his te love, the Queen found herself afraid in her room as she spoke to her only fidante.

  “You saw it. Tell me you saw it as well how Stark looked at them, our children,” she whispered in rage and frustration.

  “A both of us still stand here, alive and well,” the Kingsyer denied her words as he tried to make her see sense.

  “It was his first time seeing the Royal children. What if his gaze lingered a sed or two longer? It proves nothing,” he said, trying to ease her worries as he closed the distaween them. A Cersei was not listening as she pushed away his approag arms and screamed in his face.

  “I am not mistaken. I am sure of what I saw. I am telling you, Jamie. He knows! THEY BOTH KNOW!” she screamed at her brother, who sighed as he shook his head.

  “Then what will you have me do?” he asked her as she rounded off on him, showing him her back.

  “Tell me what you would have me do?” he asked again, a bit forcefully as silence hung in the air at his question, before the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms turned around and looked into eyes so simir to her own as she answered.

  “Kill them. Kill them both,” she answered, as now she closed the distaween them and saw her brother’s eyes widen at her words.

  “That is the only way,” she pleaded as she held his fa her hands and tinued.

  “You must do it without anyone suspeg us. For me, for our children....”

  “...for us.”

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