Chapter 5: Chaos

3rd Person Pov

Catelyn and Ned stood before the King while he was in his chambers. The king was oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Ned had made sure that all of his children were in the Tower of the Hand when they went. He was afraid of what would happen to them if something was revealed that could be potentially deadly.

Jon had promised to defend them should something happen to them. He had kept the girls happy by telling them that he would read them their favorite stories. While Sansa refused at first, when Jon promised his younger sister he would sing she grudgingly agreed. Jon did not usually sing, but he was very good at it. They had discovered that when he would lull his younger siblings to sleep when no one else could hear their infant wails to answer them.

However, it was rare for anyone to hear the bastard sing. Theon had heard the bastard singing when they were younger and had teased him mercilessly for it. He had told the younger boy that such a show would be a great delight to everyone in Westeros. Jon, who had rarely sung in the first place, stopped doing it as much. He would sing but only on rare occasions when his father's ward wasn't around to hear.

"Cat, it's good to see you down here! What brings you to this shit hole of a city?" The king says smiling at her.

"Someone sent an assassin after Bran, your grace." Catelyn said quietly.

"What?! When did this happen?" He asks sobering up but getting even ruddier from anger.

"About a fortnight ago, your grace. They set the library on fire, and sent an assassin to kill him while he was still asleep. He attacked me so that no one would tell his tale, and if Bran's dire wolf hadn't refused to leave the boy's side then both of us would be dead. Unfortunately he killed the man in the process. However, I do have the blade that he was going to use. It is much to fine for some run of the mill riff raff to get. It's Valyrian steel and gold."

"May I see it?" Ned Stark hands over the dagger to the king who looks at it like he recognizes it. "I remember this knife. I won it in a bet against Baelish at a tourney years ago. It should be in the royal armory."

"Who had access to this dagger?"

"Not many, only myself of course, and my boys, along with some of the Kingsguard, not the Kingslayer and his men though I don't trust the Lannister to get near weapons like that. Tywin does want a Valyrian steel blade in the family."

"Who would want Bran dead out of those people?"

"I… I- my lady I apologize but I said something insensitive while I was drunk. I had said the boy was better off dead."

"So you're saying that one of the princes thought he was doing right in the assassination of our son?" Catelyn asked angry and terrified.

"I apologize truly. I'll punish whichever one did that."

Catelyn was left crying in shock. Ned was looking down in anger. However he knew that he could do nothing against his friend.

"I see, your grace, we will leave you alone."

The two grieving parents left the room scared for the future and their child. They came back to the girls reclining on chairs in the dining room while Jon was singing the story he was reading them. There was no fighting and the two parents calmed at the sight. At least their other children were safe at least for now. Jon saw them first and immediately stopped singing leaving the girls to look around and see them.

"Mother? What are you doing here?" Arya asked shocked and scared at her mother's crying face.

"Lady Catelyn, are you alright? Do you want me to get you anything?" Jon asked worried about her.

"Yes, can you go and ask someone for some tea and lemon cakes?" Catelyn told him tearfully.

"Yes my lady." Jon puts the book on to the table and goes to ask the servants for what the Lady had requested.

Ned sat his wife down amid their daughters' concerned stares. She was trying to keep herself under control for them however Ned could see his wife's trembling. His daughter Sansa had also picked up on it and was concerned for her mother immediately.

"Mother what's wrong? What happened that caused you to come to the capital?" Sansa asked worriedly.

"It is something to do with your brother. You shouldn't worry too much dear." Catelyn told her daughter.

"What happened to Bran? Did he wake up?" Arya asked hopefully.

"Not when I left he was still asleep. Bran and everyone are fine." Catelyn told her.

"Arya leave mother alone she doesn't look good." Sansa chided her younger wilder sister.

"Okay." Arya agreed in a rare moment, but both girls were concerned for their mother's safety and sanity.

Everyone was quiet until Jon came back with a servant boy in tow. He was helping the boy with the tea and lemon cakes. He was carrying the lemon cakes. The young servant seemed flustered by the young boy's insistence on helping him.

"Mi'lord Hand, the lemon cakes and tea you requested."

"Thank you…"

"Satin Flowers mi'lord Hand, and you are very welcome mi'lord Hand, it is my duty to serve."

"You may go about your duties Satin."

"Of course mi'lord Hand," he says while he is bowing with one arm in front of him and the other behind.

The boy left the room after giving Jon a look that did not go unnoticed by Lord Stark. However, he brushed it off as just a boy looking at a noble bastard.

Dragonstone

Rhaegar was sitting at his ancestors' war room with a few of his supporters. Varys' informant was telling Rhaegar what was going on in King's Landing.

"I am happy to report that Peytr Baelish has been executed." Rhaegar knew this already as he had started moving his men in gradually. Sending about 25 at a time with orders to kill gold cloaks and assumed their positions.

"I knew this but I am still glad to hear of the parasite being disposed of. He was a threat to everything. That man would tear down kingdoms to get his hands on Lady Catelyn or her daughter Lady Sansa. Speaking of her what of the Lady?"

"She has started the journey to return home to Winterfell." The informant replies.

"Good, she might have been caught in the crossfire. Such a lady does not deserve that. What of my son?"

"Lord Jon is progressing very well under both Ser Barrinstan and the former first sword of Braavos Syrio Forrel. He will be with the King on the hunting trip that he plans to embark on. Ser Barrinstan would want him with him because of the tensions increasing in King's Landing. Lord Stark is getting closer to realizing the truth."

"Aw the Queens rather Targaryen tastes. I hope to expose that little secret when this is all over."

"When are we going to attack my lord? If you do not mind me asking about such things, my lord, I know that some would not like that."

"No I can understand the concern. I shall take King's Landing when the king has just gotten back from his next hunt."

"How long will that be my lord?"

"Not very long, I know my cousin. The king thinks that his Hand is now used to King's Landing. He will want to leave all of his problems behind and kill things."

"I see, what are we to do to prepare for this?"

"Increase the number of men being sent in, and ready the ships for landing."

"Yes my lord we will do as bid."

A Fortnight Later

King Robert had decided that going on a hunt in midst of all of this tension and with winter coming was a great idea. Of course no one could disagree with the king, and so here Jon was following a piss drunk king, in the woods, who wanted to kill something. Jon couldn't help but feel a little resentful of this man. Who in their right minds would abandon their responsibilities to someone else right at winter was about to hit them? Robert Baratheon apparently but Jon noticed he didn't really run anything, except whores and servants around, either.

However, Jon knew it was not his place to say anything, and kept hoping for Ser Barristan to speak up. Surely the king would listen to the older man.

Ser Barristan never spoke a word against the hint though, only warned the king when he needed to be careful about where he took a step and such, and the king only brushed him off. Jon was quiet but his mind was filled with an army of insults carrying sharpened swords of disgust.

Jon knew that he couldn't act against him, even if he was a drunken whoremonger who hadn't even know that there was a traitor in his own small council. So he trudged along after the king and his squire who would feed the kings voracious appetite for wine.

Luckily for the first four days nothing happened. We got a few pheasants, a deer, and left another one along because of the fawn trailing after her. There were no large animals that really seemed to want to fight us. Most likely because the king's rambunctious drunken behavior. Jon would be far away from the king if he had a choice. He could not blame these animals.

However, then there was a rustle in the bushes. Jon and everyone became on guard immediately except for the fat drunk king. He just smiled roared and stupidly charged forward. Jon followed him trying to prevent his death.

In the bush was a huge and angry boar. He of course retaliated to the kings poorly executed assault but Jon intervened. He kept the tusk from completely cutting through the king. It was a deep cut but it wasn't enough to kill him. The former warrior king screeched louder than a stuck pig.

Jon hadn't shown anyone that he had also benefited from his sister's "dancing" lessons. The benefit was the ability to fight with two swords. So I grab a sword off of the king's huge belt and drive it into the pig's skull right between its beady eyes. The pig dies and falls away leaving the king to bleed from the wound.

Ser Barristan rushes to their side. He grabs the king and helps him to his feet and motions for Jon to do the same.

"The hunt is over! I'm going to get the king to the maesters!"

"Yes, Ser!"

Everyone rushes around and Jon helps Ser Barristan the whole time back to the Red Keep. Jon, once the King is in the care of the maesters, is told by Ser Barristan to kneel.

"Jon Snow, for your fast reaction that resulted in saving the life of King Robert I declare you Ser Jon Snow, rise as a knight that the realm can be proud of."

He sees the squire of the king look at him with absolute hatred while another minor lord that came with them clap. As Jon stood the same man clapped him on the back. Renly rushed in absolutely terrified.

"My brother what happened?"

"Your brother stupidly charged at a boar and Snow went after him and saved his life. He was harmed but he will live." Renly looked at Jon and said.

"I hope you knighted him."

"Of course my lord."

"Thank you Ser Snow."

"Your welcome my lord."

After this Jon went back to the Tower of the Hand, and he was greeted by his father. He hugged him tightly and then drew back.

"Your covered in blood, we better get you cleaned off. Come on Jon."

"Ser Barristan knighted me."

"That's great Jon, but I think you need to eat, get cleaned off, and get a good night's rest."

"Yes father."

Jon did just that and feel into a deep sleep with an interesting dream.

Jon was flying far above everyone. It was absolutely thrilling to look down and see the land pass beneath him, large oaks and farms passing in the blink of an eye. The ant-like serfs looking up at him in awe and fear.

He does not understand these emotions. So he goes to fly higher so that he cannot see their faces. However, he realizes that he is gliding on leathery wings. He has scales and can see claws and a long spiked tail that could harm many.

He was a dragon.

King's Landing- Rhaegar's safe house

Rhaegar had slept the entire day before he was invading the Red Keep. He was worried but his spies reported something to him.

"My lord, the king has returned early. He had been injured while trying to kill a boar, but your son saved him, and was knighted by Ser Barristan himself."

Rhaegar smirked, it seems his son was truly following in his footsteps.

"The invasion starts now."