The Watchers on the Couch

Chapter 1: Winter is coming

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Game of Thrones or any of the characters.

"Does anyone have any idea what this place is?" Tyrion asked uncertainly. He frowned, as he inspected the room. It was a rather strange room he decided. It was unique and alien; like nothing, he'd ever seen before. Large, with reddish brown wooden walls. There were small circular lights on the ceiling, that shone through glass-like objects. Fascinating he thought.

In front of the wall were three long dark leather-bound coaches, placed in a neat a half circle, like a crescent moon, and in the middle stood a table, with utensils, foods of all kinds and pitchers with wine and water. There were also tiny wooden sticks, with pointed black ends placed next to small rectangular notebooks.

However, it was the device hanging off the wall that drew his attention. It looked like a big glass pane, plastered on the wall. He knew it was no window. Windows were meant to show the outside, could be opened to let in the light morning breeze, and are definitely not pitch black in color. But it covered a big portion of the wall, and somehow, he knew it was important.

"No one has got a damn clue dwarf" The dog grumbled. He'd been angry ever since they'd awoken in this place.

"There must be a reason for our presence…" Tyrion stated.

That was another big mystery to him. Why were they here, who or what had gathered them, and why people from so far apart, that had no connection to each other.

"What do you suggest Lord Tyrion?" Eddard Stark asked. He was a strongly built northerner, tall, stubborn, but very honorable; Tyrion was relieved to have him here.

When everyone had woken up, there'd been pandemonium. Everyone was panicking at their sudden whereabouts, and Lord Eddard, ever the voice of reason, had urged everyone to stay calm. After everyone had calmed down, they had gone through what each of them remembered from before they happened upon this place. Everyone had been going about their own business, in their own regions, when they had fainted and woken up in this place.

The introductions had come afterward. Some had been wary about disclosing their identities, like Bronn and Tormund, but otherwise, there had been no problems.

Tyrion recounted the people in the room. Sandor Clegane, the hound. Eddard Stark, the warden of the North, his oldest son and two daughters, his wife, and bastard son. Ser Davos Seaworth, the onion knight. Theon Greyjoy, the heir to the iron islands. Samwell Tarly, the heir to Hornhill. Tormund Giantsbane, a wilding from beyond the wall. Daenerys Targaryen, the stormborn. And Bronn, a common sell-sword.

They numbered a total of fifteen, all equally clueless regarding their circumstances.

Jon snow stood to one corner of the room, talking to Robb, Theon, and Sam, though Sam looked a bit nervous. The hound stood by himself, grumbling, and Arya was arguing with Sansa until their mother cut in to discipline them. Tyrion would not wish Catelyn Tullys' ire on anyone, well, with the exception of one or two people. She was a fierce woman. Maybe he would arrange her a meeting with his sister, Cersei. That promised to be amusing, and Tyrion chuckled at the thought.

Meanwhile, Bronn and Tormund were taking turns trying to guess how the Hound had gotten his burn marks.

"I hate gingers" The Hound sighed.

"Gingers are beautiful, we are kissed by fire… just like you" Tormund pointed at the half-burnt face.

The hound swatted his hand away. "Don't point your fucking finger at me" he threatened and Bronn snickered.

"Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?" Tormund asked, undeterred.

"I didn't trip; I was pushed" The hound looked annoyed as hell. "And ever since you've been mean" Tormund replied. The wilding was a persistent fellow, and it seemed that the Hound was at the end of his wits.

"Will you fuck off?" The hound snarled. "You want to suck my dick, is that it?"

"dick?" Tormund said confused.

"Cock" He clarified. "Ah… dick… I like it" Tormund said.

"Bet you do…" The Hound retorted. By the end, Bronn was on the floor wheezing, trying to stop his laughter. Tyrion snorted when he heard that last bit, and the girls in the room looked flushed, embarrassed by the topic of their conversation.

Sansa had moved on from her quarrel with Arya and was now trying to make conversation with the shy Targaryen girl. Meanwhile, Eddard and Davos stood with Tyrion, trying to figure out what to make of the situation. Though Tyrion did notice the occasional thoughtful look Eddard gave the Targaryen girl as if something was troubling him.

"Greetings!" An unknown voice yelled out, and everyone whirled around looking to whom the voice belonged to, but there were no strangers to be seen.

"What was that?" Theon asked, confused.

"There!" Arya blurted out, pointing to where the black device was. The only difference was, that it wasn't black anymore.

It lit up, and a face appeared!

"By the gods!" Catelyn cried out.

A boy came to view. He looked rather young, couldn't be older than twenty namedays. Brown hair, and hazel eyes with bags under them, Tyrion noted.

The boy continued speaking before anyone could interrupt.

"Before you ask, I am a prerecorded message. Meaning that I am not physically here. Think of this as a letter, and I am the one briefing you on the contents. I can't answer anything asked in the present, as this letter was written in the past. You probably have loads of questions you wish for me to answer, and so I will explain everything you need to know".

"If he's not here, then where is he?" Robb asked curiously. Most of the others just shrugged and the boy continued.

"You have all been gathered here because Westeros is in grave danger".

"What danger?". Catelyn looked worried for a second. Most likely afraid for her childrens' safety.

"I believe he is about to tell us, my lady" Davos answered evenly.

"Westeros is going down a dangerous path. Lies, betrayals, chaos, and death lies upon its doorstep. The future of Westeros will be decided in the upcoming years, and the fifteen people gathered here in this room, are all vital in that future".

"The device upon which you are viewing me is called a television, and through it, you will be shown what is to come".

"I find that hard to believe" Davos said doubtfully

"That's a load of horseshit" Theon looked around "you don't actually believe it, do you? Robb?"

"Sounds unlikely, but we're here aren't we?" Robb retorted.

"This is just a mummers' farce Robb, he's probably hiding somewhere around here…" Theon walked briskly over to the so-called television and inspected it carefully. He tried to push it to the side, and when that failed, he poked it.

"WARNING! DO NOT TOUCH THE SCREEN! I REPEAT, DO NOT TOUCH THE SCREEN!" the television bellowed, and the screen turned crimson red.

"Seven hells!" Theon cried out startled and fell on his rear. Some of the others chuckled at his expense. Theon stood up hastily and dusted himself off, trying to preserve some of his dignity.

The television cut back to the boy, and he continued his explanation as if nothing had ever happened.

"The coming events will be showed in episodes, varying in length. After a set of episodes, a season, you will be able to leave. You will also be given the choice to return to the room if you wish to watch the following season. This option will be offered each time you finish a season".

"So we're stuck in this damn room for who knows how long" The hound grumbled.

"Alright, that seems reasonable enough" Davos voiced his own opinion.

"Food and drinks are on the table and will be restocked after each season. There is a restroom through the door to the left of the screen, and when you are done with the season, you will all be transported back to your locations prior to arriving here. Your absences have also all been taken care of".

"Well, that was… informative…" Tyrion noted, surprised with how thoroughly everything had been planned out.

"Your weapons have been taken to ensure that there is no killing or maiming during your stay. There are three couches, and you are free to choose where you sit. However, we urge you to sit as follows: Couch to the left; Samwell, Jon, Robb, and Theon. Middle couch; Arya, Eddard, Catelyn, Sansa, and Daenerys. Couch to the right; Davos, Tyrion, Sandor, Tormund and Bronn". The boy on the screen continued.

"Please find your seats and get comfortable, the first episode will begin in a minute" The boy disappeared, and the screen started doing a countdown from sixty.

"Ah… let us go get seated then, seems like we'll be staying for a while" Tyrion remarked and went to sit as was instructed. Tormund grunted and followed together with Davos and Bronn.

"Right, let's go" Eddard told the rest, and everyone went to take their seats. Though Arya was a bit miffed. She wanted to sit with Jon. She made her way towards Jon and the rest when she was grabbed by the arm.

"Arya, where are you going?"

"I want to sit with Jon and Robb"

"No. You will sit here, with us" Catelyn shot Jon a dirty look.

The disdain towards Jon was clear as day on her face. Arya looked towards Jon, and he looked away, unable to meet her eyes. Arya did as she was told, and seated herself next to her father.

The countdown reached zero, the screen turned black, and everyone was silent.

The gate lifts, and there stand three brothers of the Nights Watch on their horses, with torches in hand. They walk through the gate, and out to the haunted forest.

"Men of the nights' watch" Jon blurted out, excited at the prospect of seeing the black brothers in action. Going to the Wall and serving as ranger alongside his uncle, had been a long time dream of his.

"Aye, so it seems. The one with the beard is Gared. He's been a brother for many years now. And That's Waymar Royce in the middle. I don't recognize the blond one, must be a new recruit" Ned said.

The blonde (will) trots through the forest with his horse. Seeing smoke from a distance, he urges his horse to stop "Easy, boy" and dismounts. He lays down on the soft snow and slowly crawls his way up the patch. He peers over the edge and there lay bodies. Mangled limbs lay scattered around the clearing, severed heads on spikes and a symbol made of corpses in the middle.

Gasps were heard all around the room.

"What happened there!"/"My God"/"Children look away!"

There were various responses, but everyone was equally shocked by the display of brutality on the screen. Even the ruthless hound looked a bit queasy.

Will whirled around and was met with a little girl. Stake through her chest, pinning her to the tree. Her skin was pale from the cold, and she was bloodied. Will looked around scared and ran away. The screen went dark.

"Who… Who would do such a thing? What kind of monster would murder children?" Catelyn rasped out. Frightened, she gripped her husbands' hand for comfort.

The three men were together again, and Will was explaining what he had seen. "What do you expect? They're savages" Waymar said after hearings Will's explanation, "one lot steals a goat from another lot, and before you know they're ripping each other to pieces".

Will looked shaken but answered nonetheless. "I've never seen wildlings do a thing like this. I've never seen a thing like this, not ever in my life" He stated.

"How close did you get?"

"Close as any man would" Will retorted.

"We should head back to the wall" Gared cut in and Will nodded.

"Wise decision. Whatever did that, is out there, and it probably won't hesitate to do it to you either". Davos said and Sam agreed readily. He wanted to throw up just thinking about those pale cold bodies lying in the snow.

"Do the dead frighten you?" Waymar asked amused.

"Our orders were to track the wildlings. We tracked them. They won't trouble us no more"

"You don't think they'll ask us how they died? … Get back on your horse" Waymar ordered. Gared huffed, and muttered something under his breath, but complied.

"He does make a valid point" Davos pointed out. "There would surely be questions as to how it happened" He added.

"Such things have been happening often as of late. Some scouts apparently found an abandoned camp and mutilated bodies near the Frostfangs. Claimed that they were chased by gigantic ice-spiders on the way back" Tormund informed them. Some looked uneasy at that.

Will, however, was not as eager to go back. "Whatever did it to them could do it to us… They even killed the children" He said.

"Then it's a good thing we're not children…You want to run back south... run away. Of course, they'll behead you as a deserter… if I don't catch you first. Get back on your horse, I won't say it again" Waymar said sternly.

"What a prick" Robb said and some of the others nodded. Waymar is being too careless. The crow is overconfident and such can cost you your life beyond the wall Tormund thought to himself. He knew how harsh the place could be, and even a minor mistake could cost one's life.

They walked back to the clearing Will had talked about, but it was completely empty, except for a bit of smoke from a campfire.

"What? Where did they go?!" Eddard said out loud. The dead were gone! The others in the room looked just as incredulous. "Dead men don't just stand up and walk away… what is going on here?" Tyrion pondered.

"There is still smoke coming from the fire. Whatever happened, happened recently. The threat might still be close" Jon said.

"Your dead men seem to have moved camp" Waymar said, looking at Will as if he was a moron.

"They were here" Will said.

Gared met his eyes "See where they went, Will". Will turned around and walked off in search and the scene switched to show Waymar and Gared, looking around the clearing. Gared picked something up from the snow and looked to the man in charge.

"What is it?" Waymar asked curiously.

Gared lifted it up and said "It's…", but was cut off as suddenly a body started to rise from the snow behind Waymar, it's body crackling as it rose in the shadows of the woods.

They were staring at the screen with wide eyes. "Behind you!" Jon shouted out, but it fell on deaf ears.

The screen cut to Will and a terrifying scream was heard throughout the forest. The horses started running off and Will looked around afraid. He turned and there stood a little girl, not far off, in the middle of the woods. Her back was facing him. Slowly she spun around and her blue eyes met Wills.

Everyone in the room inhaled. "That's the girl from the tree!" Theon shouted.

"How is this possible! We saw her dead. Pinned to a tree with a stake through her chest! How can she be alive!" Eddard exclaimed.

Catelyn gripped Sansa next to her, and Arya put her head in her father's cloak, afraid. Jon and the other boys shuddered at the sight. The girls' icy blue eyes were piercing. Daenerys turned away, frightened.

Both Will and Gared were shown running away, sword in hand. Shadows were leaping in the woods beside them, following them where they went, crackling and snarling.

"Run!" Davos shouted.

The screen switched between showing Gared and Will at a fast pace. They ran for their lives for as long as they could. They halted, panting and wheezing as they looked around fearfully. Then their eyes met for the briefest of moments before a cold white arm gripped Gared by the head and a blade of pure ice decapitated him.

The viewers were looking at the scene intently. The tension in the room was palpable.

A creature was holding Gared's head while giving off low growls. Will fell to his knees, and the creature threw the head at him. Its cerulean eyes looking at him with contempt.

"What… What is that?!... That creature…" Daenerys said hoarsly.

"It's a freak!" Theon cried out.

"The Sevens save us" Catelyn whispered in a hushed prayer.

There was silence as everyone regarded the being looming over will.

"Are those... white walkers?…" Sam said uncertainly.

"White walkers? But they've been gone for thousands of years!" Davos replied.

"Yes, but they had blue eyes. No clothes either, so they didn't seem to mind the cold. And there is also the little dead girl. It certainly fits the description" Tyrion said. He was perplexed. He'd always thought of white walkers as myths, like grumpkins and snarks, told by wet nurses to frighten children.

"It must be. Many report sightings of seeing them in the woods, up in the real north. Many have started leaving their camps, to head for the south" Tormund informed them.

"White walkers or not, the fuckers are out there, somewhere in the north, beyond the wall" The hound said.

"Is this the danger that the boy was talking about?" Catelyn asked.

"I don't think there is anything more dangerous than white walkers, but it is not certain yet. There might be something else behind all this and even if they are real and back, they are beyond the wall, and the wall has stood for thousands of years. I don't see how they could pass it without going around, and the only way to get around is by swimming. Unless they can swim, we should be safe... for now at least" Tyrion concluded.

Music starts playing, and they are shown the various regions of Westeros.

"Lovely music" Tyrion said.

"That's King's Landing! It's so beautiful!" Sansa exclaimed excitedly.

"And that's Winterfell!" Arya added.

The screen showed the Wall and Castle Black.

Tyrion saw how big the wall was. The wall must be at least a thousand leagues in length! He thought to himself. I wonder how high up it goes…

The introduction ended.

Riders galloped towards Will as he made his way down the hill, bearing the Stark banner. They point their spears at him to seize him, and a single rider heads for Winterfell.

"Seems like he deserted after all" Bronn said.

Eddard gave Will a sympathetic look "Aye. He won't live for long. We always have some men up close to the Gift, in case there is trouble near the Wall".

"Can't really blame the Lad. I'd shit myself if I'd seen the things he has" Bronn replied.

Bran is shown shooting arrows, with Robb and Jon watching, and he misses. "Go on, Father's watching" Jon tells bran, and Ned gives Bran a reassuring smile.

"Hey, that's us!" Arya shouted.

Septa Mordane is shown complimenting Sansa's needlework, while Arya looks bored in the background.

She felt annoyed. Arya hated needlework, she wanted to learn how to fight and shoot arrows like Bran and the others. "Why do I have to do the boring stuff, while they're out having fun!" She pouted.

"Arya!" Catelyn chided.

"What, it's true!" Arya replied.

"The girl's right. Knowing how to fight is always useful" The Hound voiced his own opinion.

"Please don't spur my daughter on… She's a handful even without your encouragement" Eddard said exasperatedly.

"Am not!" Arya said annoyed and some of the people in the room chuckled.

Arya hears laughter and arrows shooting and decides to go check it out.

He knew what was going to happen now. "Here we go" Robb said amused.

Bran misses the target. Robb and Jon laugh, and Ned speaks up. "And which one of you was a marksman at ten" He looks at them pointedly. "Keep practicing bran… Go on" Ned gives a reassuring smile. Bran takes aim, but another arrow hits the bullseye, and they turn to see Arya smiling. She curtsies and runs off, Bran hot on her heels, while the others laugh.

Davos looked at Arya amusedly. She's the exact opposite of princess Shireen He thought. Daenerys looked at the scene with a sad smile. So this was how a family was supposed to be? Kind and caring, laughing together and having a good time in general. She couldn't remember the last time Viserys had been kind to her. Always talking about waking the dragon if she didn't obey him.

Ser Rodrick walked up to Ned and Catelyn. "Lord Stark, my lady. A guardsman just rode in from the Hill. They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch" The mood turned grim. "Get the lads to saddle their horses" Ned said. Catelyn protested, but Ned would not hear it. "Bran too, Rodrick" Ned supplied. "Ned! Ten is too young to see such thing" Catelyn looked worried. "He won't be a boy forever… and winter is coming"

"I killed my first man when I was his age" The hound said looking a bit proud.

"Winter is coming… Are you always that dramatic when saying your catchphrase Lord Stark?" Tyrion japed good-humoredly.

"I was younger than Bran when I first experienced it. The winter is no joke… especially in the North" Ned said seriously and Tyrion just nodded.

"Damn right it's no joke… Nearly froze my balls off last winter" Bronn added and Davos grimaced. Some of the boys snorted at Bronn.

Now at the place of execution, the guards were walking Will up to the platform. He was muttering something about white walkers. When he reached the execution block, he stood in front of Eddard. "I know I'm a deserter and I know I should've gone back and warned the others, but I saw what I saw. I saw them, I saw the white walkers. Tell my family I'm no coward" Will said and made his peace.

Ned looked down. He knew now that the boy had told the truth, but he was still a deserter, he had abandoned his duty, and there was nothing to be done.

Ned sentenced him to death, and cut his head off, while Bran, Robb, Jon, and Theon watched in silence. Ned walked up to Bran and asked him a question "Do you know why I did it?". "He was a deserter…" Bran replied.

"But do you know why I had to do it?" Ned questioned again.

"Our way's the old way?" Bran answered.

"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword"

Ned stood by his words. "Always remember that boys. Sending another to do your dirty work is a coward's way. You should always look a man in the eyes and stand behind your decision when passing judgment" He said.

Bran asked if the man had been lying and Ned answered uncertainly. "A madman sees what he sees"

On their way back they stumbled upon a dead stag and a dire wolf. The bitch had birthed five pups, and Jon pleaded with his father to give each of the Star children a pup, as they were the sigil of their house. There seemed to be none left for Jon and he was okay with it, however, they found one albino pup to the side, and Jon took it as his own.

"The runt of the litter. That one's yours Snow" Theon said smugly.

The Stark children grinned at the prospect of having their own direwolves.

In Kings Landing, there was a funeral taking place. On the table lied a body, with two stones on top of the eyes.

"No…It can't be… is that… Jon Arryn" Ned rasped out. The man was like a second father to him and he lay dead on a slab of rock. Catelyn laid a hand on her husbands for comfort and Arya leaned into him slightly.

Upon the balcony, Jaime was talking to Cersei. "What if Jon Arryn told someone" Cersei asked. "But who would he tell?" Jaime replied. "My husband" she replied back.

"If he'd told the king we'd both our heads would be skewered on the city wall by now" Jaime said, not worried in the slightest. He continued "Whatever Jon Arryn knew or didn't know, died with him… and Robert will choose a new Hand to do his job while he fucks boars and hunts whores… or is it the other way around?"

Bronn laughed at that, but it seems it wasn't the right thing to do.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Ned looked infuriated. From the twins' short talk, he knew they had something to do with the death. Ned whirled on Tyrion.

"What do you know of this!" Ned yelled. Tyrion looked taken aback. "I…I'm just as clueless as you are Lord Stark. I swear I have nothing to do with that. I don't even think it has happened yet" Tyrion said.

"What do you mean?" Davos asked.

"Well… I was in Kings landing a short while ago and the Hand appeared to be in good health. Also, we were brought here to change what is to come… this is most likely one of the things we are supposed to prevent" Tyrion explained.

Ned calmed at those words. It seemed like he could still help his surrogate father.

They were now in Winterfell's godswood. Catelyn was seen walking to Ned, who was polishing Ice, a valyrian steel sword that had been kept in the Stark house for generations. She proceeded to tell him the news she had received about Jon Arryn's sudden passing and Ned looked sad upon hearing the news.

"There is also other news… the king is riding for Winterfell with the queen and all the rest of them" Catelyn told him.

"If he's coming this far north… there's only one thing he's after" Ned said.

"You can always say no Ned" Catelyn replied.

Sansa seemed to grasp what they were talking about. "Are you going to be the new Hand then father?".

"Hand… That's the second highest authority in the Seven Kingdoms, right?" Daenerys asked, curious about her birth home. Viserys would go on loud and often about the Seven Kingdoms and how he would one day rule it.

"Aye, it is… and he is most likely coming to offer me the position" Ned answered.

Catelyn was now in the castle preparing for the Kings arrival. She was walking together with maester Luwin. "We'll need plenty of candles for Lord Tyrion's chamber. I'm told he reads all night" She said. "I'm told he drinks all night" Luwin replied.

Tyrion's mouth curled into a smile. "Occasionally I drink whilst reading"

"How much could he possibly drink, a man of his… stature?" Catelyn said.

Tyrion's smile dropped instantly. "Of course, can't forget the height joke… It wasn't even a good one" He grumbled the last part, and the real-time Catelyn flushed. She didn't want the others seeing her unladylike behavior.

In another part of the castle, Robb was shaving his beard, with Jon and Theon next to him, all shirtless.

Jon turned completely red with embarrassment. Theon and Robb didn't seem to mind as much. He glanced to the side and saw Daenerys looking at the scene shyly. Jon was a bit smaller in size than the two others, but he was still the leanest, with some semblance of a six-pack showing.

"Why is your mother so dead set on us getting pretty for the king?" Jon asked. "It's for the queen, I bet. I hear she's a sleek bit of mink" Theon said. "I hear the prince is a right royal prick" Robb said.

"You got that right lad. He's a little shit that one" The Hound added. He was Joffrey's sworn shield, and he knew how goddamn annoying the little twat could be.

Tyrion added his own two cents "I'll have to agree with you there, Clegane"

"Think of all those southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick" Theon replied.

"Go on Tommy, shave him good" Robb said, clapping Jon on the back. "He's never met a girl he likes more than his hair" He added.

The people in the room laughed at that, and Jon was sinking into his chair Gods, this is so embarrassing he thought. Catelyn turned to Theon and said "I will NOT have such uncouth talk in my home, do you hear me?" in a commanding tone and Theon shuddered and nodded. "Yes, milady"

Bran was seen climbing down one of the towers, after spotting the Kings party. He was spotted by Catelyn on the way down and she gave him a mild scolding.

Catelyn sighed. Bran would never give up climbing, she knew. It was his favorite thing to do, but still, she could not help but worry. What if he fell and got hurt? What then? She thought to herself.

At the same time, near the entrance to Winterfell, Arya was sitting on a wagon with a helmet on, watching as the king's party rode in. Arya proceeded to run back inside the castle to stand alongside her family, but not before her father took her helmet.

Eddard smiled fondly. Arya was so much like his sister Lyanna, wild and always eager. She had the wolfs blood, just like her aunt. Catelyn, on the other hand, sighed exasperatedly. Arya was such a handful. Always skipping her lessons with the Septa on how to be a proper lady. Jon and Robb just laughed, and even the timid Sam smiled a bit.

"Move!" Arya said and pushed Bran to the side to take her place. The king's party rode in with the Kingsguard at the front. The crown prince followed, and he made eye contact and smiled at Sansa. She returned the smile. Robb, on the other hand, did not look amused in the slightest. The King then rode in.

"I don't like the prince already" Robb said. Theon and Jon nodded their heads. Wait till you actually get to know him, Tyrion thought. Joffrey may look normal, but he was the cruelest, little spoiled brat in the seven kingdoms.

"Is…Is that Robert?" Ned said in disbelief. "He's gotten…" Ned continued but was interrupted. "Fat" The Hound said disgustedly. "He's even rounder than the one over there" The Hound added, pointing to Sam. Sam looked down and twiddled his thumbs. He knew he was fat, they didn't have to point it out to him.

The King dismounted and then went to stand in front of Eddard. "You've gotten fat" he said, with a straight face.

The viewers' mouths dropped open. "Huuuuuuuuh?!" was the common exclamation.

"Look who the fuck is talking" The Hound said.

"I see the pot is calling the kettle black" Tyrion said.

"Fathers not fat! You are!" Arya shouted.

The King gave Ned a strong embrace, and after everyone had exchanged greetings, he went down to the crypts to pay his respects to the dead. "Where's the imp?" Arya asked.

"Glad to see someone remembers me, or will remember me… not sure about the when"

"Tell me about John Arryn" Eddard said while walking down the crypts. "One minute he was fine and then… it burned right through him, whatever it was. I loved that man" Robert said. "We both did" Ned replied and they talked a bit about their youth. "I need you, Ned, with me in the capital, not here where you're of no use to anybody" After a pause, Robert continued. "I would name you the Hand of the king"

"As anticipated" Davos said

Robert proceeded to offer a marriage proposal to bind the houses but walked off before Ned could reply. In the next scene, Tyrion was in a brothel, when Jaime came to inform Tyrion on the feast at sundown. "This is my feast, and it's only the first of many courses" Tyrion said whilst looking at the beautiful, naked woman seated on his lap.

"I thought you might say that" Jaime said and went to open the door. "So I brought the rest of your courses". When he opened the door four whores ran into the room and joined Tyrion on the bed.

Jaime walked out. "Close the door!" Tyrion shouted after him.

All of the children, with the exception of Theon, looked away from the scene, uncomfortable with the intimacy.

"I may just visit the North a bit early…" Tyrion said

"I'm with you there" Bronn supplied.

In the crypts, Robert placed a feather in the hand of Lyanna's statue. "Did you have to bury her in a place like this? She should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and cloud above her" Robert said, in a sorrow etched on his face. He had loved Lyanna more than anything in this world, and Rheagar Targaryen had taken her from him.

"She was my sister, this is where she belongs" Eddard replied, face downcast.

Robert placed a hand at Lyanna's cheek. "She belonged with me"

He continued "In my dreams, I kill him every night"

Daenerys looked at the scene sadly. She had heard the story about how her eldest brother had kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark, yet Viserys vehemently denied it all.

"Is…Is it true what they say… about my brother…" Daenerys asked.

Eddard looked sad "Yes…" He answered.

"Viserys always denied it all. Always said Rheagar was a good person, and that everyone who knew him, loved him… and still he did such a horrible thing… I'm sorry…" Daenerys looked at the verge of tears.

"It wasn't your fault. You were only a newborn child when it happened" Ned said and Daenerys sniffed and nodded quietly.

"It's done your grace, the Targaryens are gone" Ned in the screen continued. "Not all of them" Robert said and turned around. The scene switched to show the face of Daenerys.

Viserys could be heard shouting Dany's name as he walked up to her with a silk dress in hand. "There's our bride to be" He said. "Look, a gift from illyrio. Touch it" He seemed ecstatic.

"We've been his guest for over a year and he's never asked us of anything"

"Smart girl" Davos said "Always assume they want something. Men like Illyrio Mopatis don't offer anything if they don't expect something in return"

"Or he might be trying to get into her pants" Bronn added. Tyrion elbowed him in the side. "What?… I'd do it" Bronn added and Daenerys flushed.

"Will you shut up?" The Hound said.

"Illyrio's no fool. He knows I won't forget my friends when I come into my throne"

"Another power hungry fool…" someone sighed.

Viserys looked at Dany, inspecting her. "You still slouch" he said and proceeded to undress her.

Everyone looked uncomfortable at that moment. Except for Bronn and Theon of course. They were watching intently. Tyrion also looked away but sneaked in a few glances thinking the others didn't notice. Dany looked mortified. She wanted to crawl under a rock at that moment. Her face was red as a cherry. She looked towards some of the boys. The ones called Jon and Robb were looking away. Why meee! Gods, she was so embarrassed right now.

Now outside Illyrio's mansion, they waited patiently. A Dothraki Khal then arrived and rode up to them, his bloodriders right behind. Illyrio greeted them and presented Daenerys and Viserys to the Khal. Viserys whispered into Dany's ear.

"Do you see how long his hair is?" Dany nodded. "When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids so the whole world can see their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. He's a savage, of course, but one of the finest killers alive" He leaned a bit closer to Dany "And you will be his queen" He added.

"Do you think it's true?" Robb asked Jon. "I don't know" Jon replied and Sam cut in "I read a book once on the lands beyond the narrow sea. The Dothraki only follow the strong, and the braids are a sign of one's victories in battle" He told them. "I wonder how many times he's won…" Jon said a bit awed.

Daenerys walks down the Khal. He looks at her intently before he marches off with his bloodriders. "Where's he going?!" Viserys asked panicking. "The ceremony is over" Illyrio answered him. "But he didn't say anything, did he like her?" Viserys asked again. "Trust me, we'd know if he didn't" Illyrio replied.

"That brother of yours is a little cunt" The Hound said. He knew all too well the pain of having a cruel older brother. The rest nodded. Jon couldn't even fathom how someone could do such a thing, to their own family no less! If he ever met the guy, he'd give him a good beating, Jon promised himself.

Illyrio and Viserys were looking out at the ocean with Daenerys standing close by.

"It won't be long now. Soon you'll cross the narrow sea and take back your father's throne. The people drink secret toasts to your health. They cry out for their true king" Illyrio told Viserys.

"No wonder the boy is so stupid. The magister has put in his head the foolish notion that people actually want to see him on the iron throne" Tyrion said. "Yes, there are some who wish to see the Targaryens on the throne, but four of the seven kingdoms rebelled against the iron throne… and the Mad King certainly didn't curry any favors with the people when he burnt them alive"

Daenerys grimaced. She'd heard the awful stories about the man they called the mad king. Her father had been cruel and unforgiving to the point where people thought him to be crazy, though Viserys denied that too.

Viserys looked thoughtful for a second. "When will they be married?" he asked. "Soon. The Dothraki never stay still for long" Illyrio reassured him.

"Is it true they lie with their horses?" Viserys asked disgustedly. "I wouldn't ask Khal Drogo" Illyrio replied.

"He'd probably make you lie with a horse if you did" Bronn joked and some laughed.

"Do you take me for a fool?" Viserys asked looking affronted. "Kings lack the caution of common men. My apologies if I've given offense" Illyrio said.

"I know how to play a man like Drogo. I give him a queen and he gives me an army"

Daenerys stopped and looked at her brother. "I don't want to be his queen… I want to go home" She said. "So do I. I want us both to go home, but they took it from us. So tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?" Viserys asked her. "I don't know" She replied.

"We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo's army. I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all 40 000 of them and their horses too if that's what it took" He said and kissed her on the forehead.

Everyone in the room looked furious. "I'm going to pommel him into the ground if I ever meet him" Robb said. "Not until I shove a sword up his arse" The Hound added.

Jon's hands had curled into fists. He fought the urge to leap into the screen and strangle the little fucker.

"Does he treat you like this often?" Eddard asked Dany and she looked away quietly, but that was all the confirmation he needed.

The screen briefly showed Catelyn doing Sansa's hair. Sansa pleaded with her mother to make her father accept the marriage proposal between herself and the crown prince.

Eddard sighed. He thought about it quietly. Robert was one of his best friends, and the boy seemed normal, at least, but he didn't want Sansa down in that viper's nest they called the capital.

Jon was shown practicing on a training dummy with a sparring sword when Benjen Stark rode in through the gates of the castle.

"You swing like a bloody girl" The Hound.

"Aye, that's what they learn in fancy lad school" Bronn supplied

"Like a little girl" Tormund added.

Robb and Theon laughed a bit and patted Jon on the shoulder good-naturedly, but Jon just scowled.

Jon embraced his uncle. "Uncle Benjen!" Jon smiled.

"You got bigger" Benjen said "Rode all day. Didn't want to leave you alone with the Lannisters. Why aren't you at the feast?" He asked Jon.

"Lady Stark thought it might insult the royal family to seat a bastard in their midst" Jon replied.

Eddard turned to his wife, and she looked away unable to meet his gaze. He'd told a hundred times to be kinder to Jon, but she was adamant in spiting the boy. He looked to Jon, who did his best to avoid his gaze. He'd seat Jon with his family next time, where he should be.

"Well your always welcome on the wall. No bastard was ever refused a seat there" His uncle told Jon hoping to make the boy feel a bit better. "So take me with you when you go back" Jon asked hopefully.

"Jon-" but Benjen was cut off. "Father will let me if you ask. I know he will" Jon replied. It seemed he was eager to join the Night's watch. No doubt fed up with Catelyn's constant hateful glares.

"The wall isn't going anywhere" Benjen said. He knew Jon wanted to join, but he was still young. He had his whole life ahead of him, and the wall would bind him to the wall permanently.

"I'm ready to swear your oath, uncle" Jon said trying desperately to convince his uncle.

"You don't understand what you'd be giving up. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons-" But Jon cut in again "I don't care about that!"

"You wouldn't find me wanting to go to a wall to freeze my balls off" Bronn said.

"If you think it's cold at the wall, then you haven't been up in the real north" Tormund said.

"Why are you so determined to go to the wall anyway?" Theon asked Jon curiously.

"The night's watch are brothers. What you were before doesn't matter at the wall, and even bastards can rise high there" Jon said proudly and Tormund glared at him. He hated the crows.

"You might if you knew what it meant" Benjen said. He bid Jon goodbye and went to see Ned. When Jon walked back to the training dummy, he met Tyrion.

"Your uncle's in the night's watch" Tyrion spoke up startling Jon. "What are you doing back there" He asked Tyrion.

"Preparing for a night with your family. I've always wanted to see the wall" Tyrion said walking up to Jon. "You're Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brother?" Jon asked.

"My greatest achievement" Tyrion replied, taking a sip of wine. "And you, you're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?" Tyrion asked in return. Jon scowled and started to walk away.

"Did I offend you? Sorry. You are the bastard though" Tyrion said following after Jon.

"You don't have to be so mean about it. Jon could beat you up easily!" Arya said, she didn't like when people called Jon a bastard. He was her brother!

"Oh I don't doubt it, he is twice my size after all" Tyrion said smirking a bit.

"Lord Eddard Stark is my father" Jon said. "And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you the bastard" Tyrion replied. He continued, "Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you"

Tyrion nodded at his words. He took those words to heart himself. Being a dwarf meant being made fun of all the time. Every time someone started getting the least bit offended, they would resort to calling him a dwarf and imp. He had learned to cope with it a long time ago.

"What the hell do you know about being a bastard?" Jon asked

"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes" Tyrion replied, and walked back to the dining hall.

"Think about this Jon Snow. All dwarves are bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarves" The real Tyrion added, giving Jon something to think about.

Music was playing and people were chattering in the great hall, feasting in honor of the king's arrival. Benjen walked made his way over to Ned "You at a feast—it's like a bear in a trap". Ned looked serious and asked, "The boy I beheaded—did you know him?"

"Of course I did. Just a lad. And he was tough, Ned, a true ranger" Benjen said, but Ned only scoffed.

"He was talking madness. Said the Walkers slaughtered his friends"

"The two he was with are still missing" Benjen replied.

They shared a second in silence before Ned broke it. "A wildling ambush". "Maybe" Benjen thought for a second and continued. "Dire wolves' south of the wall, talk of the walkers, and my brother might be the next Hand of the King… Winter is coming"

"Winter is coming" Ned replied and chuckled a bit. Robb walked up to them and greeted his uncle.

Sansa conversed shortly with the queen in the next scene, and then it cut back to Eddard. He was walking somewhere when Jaime Lannister blocked his path.

Eddard's face took on a stony façade. His dislike of the Kingslayer was no secret. The honorless Kingsguard had stabbed the King he had sworn to defend in the back. When Ned and his forces had come storming through the gates of the Red Keep, the King had laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood, while the Kingslayer sat on his throne smiling.

"Your pardon" Ned tried, but Jaime was insistent on talking. "I hear we might be neighbors soon" Jaime said with a little smirk "I hope it's true" he added. "Yes, the King has honored me with his offer" Ned replied looking around. The music and the king's boisterous laughter filled the background.

"I'm sure we'll have a tournament to celebrate your new title—if you accept. It would be good to have you on the field. The competition has become a bit stale" Jaime said trying to meet Ned's eyes.

"I don't fight in tournaments" Ned answered.

"No? getting a bit old for it?" Jaime japed, looking like a smug bastard.

Jon and Robb looked annoyed. They respected their father more than anyone in this world. They would not stand for someone insulting his skill with the blade. "Fathers not old!" Arya shouted. "He beat Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning, he'd beat you too!" She added.

Jon and Robb agreed wholeheartedly. They'd heard the story from their father a hundred times. Ned looked a bit uncomfortable at the mention of the fight at the Tower of Joy, where his sister Lyanna had died. Also, he knew that what he had told them was not completely true. He hadn't been the one to kill Arthur Dayne, and the death hadn't been honorable either.

Ned scoffed. "I don't fight in tournaments, because when I fight a man for real I don't want him to know what I can do"

Bronn nodded at that.

"Well said" Jaime grinned, and Arya was shown being carried off to bed by Robb for throwing food at Sansa.

Jon and the other boys smiled at her behavior.

Ned and Catelyn were laying together in bed, after the feast, talking about the offer that Robert had made Ned. "I'm a Northman, I belong here with you, not down south in that rats nest they call a capital" Ned said looking sullen.

"I won't let them take you" Catelyn said and Ned scoffed. "The king takes what he wants, that's why he's king"

Catelyn turned to look at Ned. "I'll say Listen, fat man. You are not taking my husband anywhere. He belongs to me now." Ned laughed at that

The people in the room chuckled and Catelyn turned bright red with embarrassment. Arya laughed loudly and looked at her mother. "That wasn't ladylike mother!" Ned laughed alongside the others, and Catelyn looked at her daughter exasperatedly.

"How did he get so fat anyway?" Ned asked.

"He only stops eating when it's time for a drink" Catelyn answered.

Arya couldn't help herself and started laughing loudly. The sight of her mother's embarrassed face put a smile on her face. Knowing that even her mother sometimes behaved like her, made her think that they had at least something in common, personality wise.

Someone knocked on the door. It was revealed to be Maester Luwin and was allowed entry by Ned.

"Pardon, my Lord, my Lady" Luwin said. "A rider in the knight… from your sister" Luwin said with a serious expression on his face. Catelyn looked surprised and got out of bed quickly. She took the letter from Luwin and read it.

"This was sent from the Eyrie" Catelyn said looking back to Ned.

She read the message and her face looking shocked. Quickly she made her way over to the fire and threw the message in.

Everyone looked curiously at the screen, it had to be something important to incite such a reaction they knew.

"What news?" Ned asked, curious as to what had made his wife do such a thing.

"She's fled the capital—She says Jon Arryn was murdered—by the Lannisters. She says the king is in danger" Catelyn answered.

A look of shock took over Ned's face. "She's freshly widowed, Cat. She doesn't know what she's saying" Ned said not fully able to believe such a thing.

Cat shook her head. "Lysa's head would be on a spike right now if the wrong people had found that letter. Do you think she would risk her life—her son's life—if she wasn't certain her husband was murdered?" Cat said.

"So it is true…" The present Ned said. "I'm sorry, my love…" Cat told him. Jon's attention was on the dwarf. He wondered if he had some part in this plot to kill the Hand. He didn't seem the type, but his Lord father had always taught him to look underneath the underneath.

Ned looked struck and dragged a hand over his face. Luwin spoke up "If this news is true and the Lannisters conspire against the throne, who but you can protect the king?" He said.

"They murdered the last Hand. Now you want Ned to take the job?" Cat protested worriedly. "The king rode for a month to ask Lord Stark's help. He's the only one he trusts" Luwin said and then looked over to Ned. "You swore the king an oath, my lord" He said and looked down.

"He's spent half his life fighting Robert's wars. He owes him nothing" She told Luwin with a resolute expression. She walked closer to Ned. "Your father and brother rode South once on a king's demand" She told him.

Luwin spoke up again. "A different time. A different king."

Robb looked conflicted. On one hand he wanted his father to stay in the North, safe and with his family, but on the other hand, he had an oath to uphold and not accepting his king's offer would be seen as a slight. This was a truly difficult decision.

Arya turned to her father and gripped his arm. "You have to stay father! Don't go—please!" She pleaded. "Hush now, I'm not going anywhere yet. This is yet in the future" He reassured her in a sweet and low voice.

The Dothraki wedding was in full swing. People were up and about, dancing, and feasting, with drumming and clamoring in the background. Upon a platform, Drogo sat with Daenerys, accepting wedding gifts. Viserys was seating with Illyrio to the side. "When do I meet with the Khal?" Viserys asked his companion. "We need to be planning the invasion."

"Khal Drogo has promised you a crown, you shall have it" Illyrio said.

"When?"

"When their omens favor war."

"I piss on Dothraki omens. I've waited 17 years to get my throne back." Viserys said in a dejected voice while sipping his wine.

Most of the people in the room just rolled their eyes at the boy's behavior. The arrogance and sheer stupidity seemed to be flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall.

Meanwhile, two Dothraki warriors started fighting over a woman, ending in one brutally killing the other. Illyrio looked to Viserys. "A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair." Viserys laughed.

"Is he serious?" Theon asked wide-eyed.

An older looking man approached the couple of newlyweds. Khal Drogo greeted the man in Dothraki. The man walked up the steps and neared Daenerys. "A small gift, for the new Khaleesi—songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms" He said.

Present Ned's face took on a dejected look. "I know that man" He said.

"Yes, he's the one they exiled a while back" Tyrion supplied.

"Thank you, ser… are you from my country?" Daenerys asked.

"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island" He straightened up and replied. "I served your father for many years. Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful king"

"Why was he exiled, father?" Robb asked.

"He was found selling Tyroshi poachers as slaves" He said, not looking away from the screen. "He fled the country when I ordered him to be executed" Robb nodded.

"How did he become a knight if he sold slaves?" Sansa asked.

"He was knighted after the battle at Pyke, by Robert himself. It was years after that his crimes came to light" Ned answered.

"Fucking Mormonts..." Tomund said. "The current Lord Commander is a Mormont, he hunts us like animals"

Illyrio gestured for the servants to bring up his gift next. The servants placed a chest in front of Dany, and it was revealed to contain three dragon eggs.

"Dragon eggs!" Arya practically shouted in excitement. The people in the room all leaned in to get a better look. Some were in awe, and Jon found himself oddly mystified and wishing he could touch them.

"Dragon's eggs, Daenerys, from the shadowlands beyond Asshai" Illyrio explained their origin.

"I didn't believe there were any left…"Catelyn said in awe and slight trepidation. The thought of dragons roaming the skies yet again frightened her.

"There are still many unexplored lands to the west. Dragons may yet even exist somewhere else in this vast world" Tyrion said. He had always wished to see a dragon since he was a young boy. He'd asked his uncle Gerion to get him one for his nameday, even if it was just a little one, like him. Everyone had laughed at that and even his stoic father had cracked a smile. Tyrion smiled at the memory.

"The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful" Illyrio added.

Dany looked at the eggs in awe, feeling strangely connected to them. "Thank you, magister" She replied.

Khal Drogo then chose to present his own gift to his now wife. A beautiful white horse. Dany stroked its fur and looked to the Khal. "She's beautiful" She said, but the Khal didn't seem to understand.

"Ser Jorah, I don't know how to say thank you in Dothraki"

"There is no word for thank you in Dothraki" Jorah replied.

"She truly is beautiful" Sansa said with a smile, looking at Dany. Dany returned the smile.

Khal Drogo lifted Dany on top of the horse easily and Viserys then approached her. "Make him happy" He said and Dany rode away together with Drogo, a sad look on her face, while Viserys smirked cruelly.

"What a bastard…" Dany heard the boy named Jon mutter, and the other boy, Robb, nod. Viserys was her brother and she loved him, but he had become cruel lately. Always talking about the Iron Throne and how he would do anything to get it back, even if it selling her off like a broodmare. Catelyn looked away in disappointment, she felt sorry for the girl.

Later in the evening, Khal Drogo was together with Dany near the shore, with the sun slowly going down the horizon. He walked behind Dany and started undressing her. She tried to stop him, but he just continued on, while Dany cried silently.

Some looked away, and others just kept silent. The scene making everyone uncomfortable.

"Rough night, imp?" The Hound asked.

"If I get through this without squirting from one end or the other it'll be a miracle" Tyrion answered.

"I didn't pick you for a hunter" The Hound replied.

"The greatest in the land—my spear never misses" Tyrion joked.

Present Theon and Bronn snorted.

"It's not hunting if you pay for it" The Hound said and Theon walked past the pair to give Ned his riding gloves. Robert approached Ned on his horse. "Are you as good with a spear as you used to be?" He asked.

"No, but I'm still better than you" Ned replied and they laughed.

"I know what I'm putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You're a loyal friend. Do you hear me? A loyal friend. The last one I've got" Robert said seriously.

Jon smiled at the praise. He had always looked up to his father as his role model. Always thought that his father was the most honorable and loyal man there was, and it seemed the king agreed.

"I hope I serve you well" Ned replied.

"You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time" Ned laughed. He saw his son Bran nearby and nodded to him. Bran smiled back, and Ned rode off.

Bran, in the next scene, was climbing a tower. His pet direwolf whined, and Bran grunted and pushed himself up to one of the wooden ledges of the tower.

"That boy will never learn, will he Ned?" Catelyn said worriedly. Ned just smiled and reassured her by grabbing her hand in his.

Bran suddenly heard a sound coming from inside the tower. Curious, he slowly made his way over to the window.

"Are those…?" Tyrion whispered to himself. He knew what those noises meant, no one better than him.

Bran made it to the window and slowly peaked inside. Grunting and moaning could now be heard, and then Bran got a good view of what was happening.

Everyone in the room gasped in shock.

"What… WHAT THE FUCK?!" Theon shouted.

"You can't be serious" Tyrion grimaced and put a hand over his face.

"T-T-T-they're fo…" Catelyn was about to say something, but Arya- god bless her soul- cut in.

"They're having sex!" Arya said with a disgusted face.

Catelyn's eyes widened. "Arya, Sansa, look away! NOW!" She yelled. Sansa looked away, and Robb put his hands over Arya's eyes.

"By the gods…" Ned said with the uttermost disgust in his voice.

Everyone had a dejected look on their faces, even Bronn looked disturbed.

"The Queen and her brother, are having sex…" Theon said disbelievingly. Tormund spat on the floor.

The Queen suddenly noticed Bran and gasped. "Stop! Stop" She said, and Jaime noticed him too.

Ned's eyes widened. He knew that they couldn't let him get away knowing what he knew. If word got to the king or their father about what they were doing, their heads would be put on spikes for the whole world to see. It would shame them and their house for years to come. "Bran! Get out of there!" He shouted rising from his seat and rushing over to the screen.

Jaime got up and ran as fast as he could to get a hold of Bran.

The came to the same conclusion as Ned and their eyes widened at the realization. Robb and Jon were up from their seats as well and Catelyn ran over to the screen, trying to take a hold of her son. However, it was no use, Bran was not here and she could do nothing.

"Are you completely mad?" Jaime asked angered. "He saw us!" Cersei said.

"It's alright, it's alright" Jaime said, trying to calm down Bran. Bran was taking deep breaths, afraid and visibly shaken. "He saw us!" Cersei said again.

"I heard you the first time" Jaime replied in a much calmer tone. Jaime looked out the window, checking how far it was to the ground.

"Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?" Jaime asked

"Ten" Bran replied quickly.

"Ten" Jaime repeated. He released Bran and looked over to Cersei. "The things I do for love" he said and his hand moved towards Bran.

Ned looked at the scene wide-eyed. "NO!"

Bran gasped as Jaime's hand pushed him out of the window.

"NO! BRAN!" Catelyn shouted, tears in her eyes.

"No!"/"Bran!"/"aaaahhhh!" Their cries were various. Sansa screamed, and Jon and Robb bolted towards the screen in an attempt to save Bran, but it yielded no result.

Bran was flailing about as he approached the ground and with a final thud it, the screen went black.

"NOOOOO!" Catelyn cried out in sorrow, as she collapsed to her knees. She clutched her face and bawled. Ned was still looking wide-eyed at the screen; mouth open. He stumbled backward.

"No… It cannot be… Bran" Ned said staring down at the ground.

Jon and Robb had looks of horror etched on their faces. The Hound away, almost looking sad. Bronn didn't know what to do and Tyrion was still shocked at what his brother had done. He would've expected such of Cersei, but of Jaime? No. Davos made his way over to Catelyn. He couldn't imagine what pain she was feeling. If something like that had happened to Shireen, he would've gone mad with grief. Tormund was just silent.

Tears streaked down Robb's eyes and rage overtook him. "ILL FUCKING KILL HIM!" Robb yelled as he made his way to the exit, only to find it locked. He banged and punched as hard as he could, but it wouldn't budge. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! LET. ME. THE. FUCK. OUT!" He yelled as he bull-rushed the door, in hopes of breaking it open. Jon was equally furious and joined Robb in his attempts. Theon could still not believe his eyes.

Arya made her way over to her mother. Her eyes were puffy and red. "Mother, will Bran be alright…?" She asked in a low voice, afraid of the answer.

Catelyn looked up and hugged her daughter like a lifeline. Yet, she could not answer her, for she knew a fall from such a height could be lethal. Especially to a boy of Bran's age.

AN: So this is my first ever fanfiction. I've been reading fanfictions for almost a full year now, and it has become one of my favorite things to do. Writing a fanfiction has been on my mind for a long time now, and now the first step is taken. The idea for this fanfiction came from "Power to Strive" written by ii-Phoenix-ii. It's honestly one of my favorite fanfictions, and I've read it many times, so props to him for such an amazing story.

I did not expect this to be such a long chapter. I intended for every chapter to feature a single episode of the series, but as you can see it ended up being 10k words. Maybe this isn't much for some, but I've never written something so long, not even school related.

I hope you enjoy this story.

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