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I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Four

It was a gloomy day over Winterfell, the King, and Ned Stark had gone off hunting with a few of the men. Percy believed today would be the last day in which they would be staying in Winterfell, as Percy yearned to be back at his home closer to the sea where he could keep the nightmares away. It was a blessing that he had been raised in a place so close to the ocean, even if he partially hated this world he was happy that he could still find peace in places before.

In their boredom, Percy had started to spar with random Kingsgaurd, and Starkmen alike hoping to pass the time. He had beaten Robb once again, Theon easily, Jason was a challenge but still managed to disarm him, unfortunately Luke was passing his time in the brothels of Winterfell meaning Percy's one true challenge at a spar was occupied in pleasure rather then sport. He had defeated ten men, and quite a crowd had began to form to watch the Blessed Prince easily defeat every apponent. However Percy found himself surpised when he was crossing blades with Jon Snow.

Their talk last night had eased the bastards nerves slightly, as Percy had drunkling bonded with him and talked about life. Percy had great respect for Jon Snow, he was much like his brother Robb which led Percy to believe Ned Stark had raised his kids in a professional manner. Percy and Jon's spar was the first of the day where the young men joked and shot insults at one another as they half heartedly hit their swords together. Percy eventually disarmed him, before Robb and Jon joined together against Percy who accepted cockily.

It was then everyone could see the Blessed Prince had rather been taking it easy on everyone he had spared with eariler as he moved with such quickness and pace he had knocked Jon Snow to the ground, disarmed Robb and held his sword against his neck while Percy's was aimed at Jons. The crowed began to applaud Percy, as the three men smiled at one another and Percy joked that brute strength can't win every battle. The causal evening that had Percy stuck in a good mood soon vanished as a women came running into the courtyard.

"THERES BEEN AN ACCIDENT! THE YOUNG STARK BOY HAS FALLEN!"

"Bran?!" Jon and Robb exclaimed immediately before rushing out of the pit to find their brother. Percy shared a look with Jason before they followed the two brothers through Winterfell before they saw a young direwolf whining as Brandon Stark lay on the ground motionless. Robb picked up his brother before screaming at someone to get a maester as he ran towards the central building. Percy himself however found himself staring at the tower in confusion, of course the young boy could have slipped and fallen, but a deep feeling inside his gut made him feel as if that hadn't been the case.

"Can you heal him?" Jason asked throwing Percy's attention away from the tower. Percy shrugged and ran his hair through his thick black hair before a small plan formed in his head.

"I need a pitcher of water and an hour in the godswood," Percy mumbled before walking towards his set destination, "And bring a horse!"

"Why do you need a horse?" Jason asked

"Practice," Percy simply stated. He had no doubt in his mind that he could heal cuts, enternal bleeding, and any tissue or ligament damage. However he had no clue on if he could heal bones, he knew water healed his own broken or fractured bones but Percy was sure that boy had broken something on that fall.

"Can't you understand them?" Jason shot back, "how the hades are you going to convince it to let you play doctor?"

"Then bring a fucking pig!" Percy exclaimed.

Percy found himself outside the young boys room, with a large pitcher of water from the pond at the gods wood. The Stark boys fall had not stopped today from being the last day in Winterfell as they would leave before the sun hit its peak.

It had taken Percy no time at all to figure out that he could infact heal the Stark boy, but the process drained him greatly. So in preparation Percy soaked in the pond meditating for the whole night letting the water soak into him. The next morning Percy had heard that Bran was in a coma, still alive however very injured. It had come aparent that the young Stark may never walk again as he had broken his back in his fall. The thought of the ten year old never being able to ride a horse again, run through the fields, play with his friends, nor even have the chance to fall in love motivated Percy even further to heal the boy. If he succeed no doubt the Starks would be indebted to him, and lead them to stay on his side when he became King.

"Lady Stark?" Percy asked knocking on the door frame as he poked his head inside giving the grieving mother a small smile, "May I enter."

"Yes, my prince," Lady Stark replied tiredly, Percy could tell that she hadn't slept all night. Percy nodded and entered the room, closing the door behind him, Percy walked over towards Brans bedside the pitcher of water still firmly in his hands.

"I would like to share my apologizes and my prayers to what happened to your son and to his recover lady Stark," Percy said, "And if I may... I would like to try to help your son." Lady Stark eyed Percy for a moment, maybe she didn't believe Percy was blessed by the gods or maybe she didn't trust that Percy would help instead of bring more harm to her son.

"If there is anything you can do for my son," Lady Stark replied her voice filled with emotion, "Please." The blessed Prince nodded and sat the pitcher of water down on the floor next to the young Starks bed, before he closed his eyes and reached his arm out. He could feel the regular tug in his gut, before willing the water over to Bran and ordering it to heal.

Percy felt the water entering the boys bloodstream, shooting around his body before nearing the boys back before it wrapped around the shattered bones and torn muscles/tendons in his back and joints. It was slow and steady work as the damage had been far greater than what Percy had expected, however when there was a sudden snapping of the boys spine re connecting and locating back in place Percy released his grip on the water, falling backwards slightly as he was weakened.

Lady Stark was staring at the Prince wide eyed, while Percy himself wiped sweat away from his brow trying his best to keep his balence as the room around him began to shake.

"He will walk again," Percy murmered as he placed his hand on the wall for support, "I'm not sure when he will wake up but he will be okay Lady Stark."

"My Prince are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Percy lied, "Please take care of my sister for me." With that line Percy stumbled out of the tower before wandering onto the main road where he found Joffery, the hound, and his uncle Tyrion talking.

"Ah Perseus!" Tyrion greeted smiling, "Your brother here thinks he has no need to wish Lady Stark his best wishes for her sons recovery." Percy eyed Joffery rolling his eyes at his younger brother who was clearly annoyed.

"And why does he think he's excluded from being a good person?" Percy murmered annoyed as he walked towards his uncles side.

"Why should I care if the boy slipped off a tower? I don't know him I don't know the Starks he means nothing to me," Joffery exclaimed.

"That boy, is your future wife's brother," Percy stated as he slowly began to regain his composure and his vision was starting to clear, "It would be disrespectful not to symphazie with your bride to be's family."

"I don't care," Joffery exclaimed, "It's no-."

Before Joffery could say one more word Percy's hand reached out and slapped Joffery across the face causing the young boy to whimper as he stumbled over.

"One more word brother and I'll hit you again!" Percy snapped.

"You can't hit me!" Joffery exclaimed. Percy responded by slapping Joffery even harder this time before he grabbed his younger brother by the collar of his tunic and shoved him up against the stables glaring daggers at him.

"I'm telling mother!" Joffery cried.

"Oh really now?" Percy asked, "You know what? Let's go talk to mother shall we?" Jofferys eyes widened horrified as he dragged Joffery down the side of the street.

"Are you going to hit him in front of his mother?" Tyrion asked as he walked along side his two nephews.

"Probably," Percy said shrugging, "I'm tired of him acting like a little brat."

"I am not!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Percy snapped.

"Oh this is going to be a very interesting family breakfast," Tyrion stated with a smile on his face. Percy however was livid, the last fourteen years since his brother had been born Percy's anger towards Joffery had been building and

Building. He was an insensitive, spoiled, abusive, psychotic, and overall a total ass to everyone around him. He had been born as a prince, always spoiled by his mother, while his father had nothing to do with him leaving Percy as really the only male figure in his life. Percy had tried his best to be calm and patient with his younger brother, but time was running out. If he was to name Joffery a Lord of Storms Edge he would need Joffery to grow up, and if that meant putting the little shit in his place well, guess that's what Percy had to do.

It took only a few minutes before Percy was storming into the small dining area where his family was sitting, well everyone besides the King. All eyes were suddenly trained on Percy as he dragged a whimpering Joffery into the room, before throwing him down on the floor below his family's table.

"What is the meaning of this?" His mother asked standing up from her chair eyeing Percy carefully.

"Go on Joffery," Percy stated in a mocking tone, "Tell mommy."

"P-P-Perseus hit me, twice," Joffery exclaimed his voice trembling before Percy reached out and slapped him again causing Thalia to almost spit out her drink as she couldn't help her self from laughing at the scene. His mothers eyes widened while Tyrion watched the event take place with a look of excitement on his face.

"Does he at least deserve it?" Luke asked as he took a bite from his sausage, "Or can I hit him for fun too?"

"You can't!" Joffery exclaimed resulting in Percy's hand once again connecting with his face. A red hand print was starting to form and tears threatened to spill out of Jofferys eyes but Percy knew what he was doing, he had to teach Joffery this lesson.

"Perseus!" His mother exclaimed, "Stop this at once!" Percy stared at his mother before his hand connected with Jofferys face once again causing her to flinch in a result.

"That didn't work did it brother?" Percy stated as he tossed Joffery away from him and the young boy climbed up the stairs towards Jamie staring at Percy fearfully.

"Perseus!" His mother exclaimed horrified.

"No!" Percy exclaimed in anger, "You will stop this bullshit! You cannot and will not protect him from this anymore! He needs to be disciplined, he needs to know what the hell is rigjt from wrong and just because he's a goddamn Prince doesn't mean he can do whatever the fuck he wants!"

"Oh thank the gods someone finally said it," Thalia groaned.

"From this moment forward, Joffery is my responsibility since neither of his parents seem to interested on raising him properly," Percy spat resulting in his mother to sit down her head falling into her hands.

"Get down here," Percy spat at his brother pointing towards his side, and hesitantly Joffery made his way down once he realized nobody was coming to his aid.

"From this moment forwards you are training with Luke at sunrise with a sword, afterwards you are to go to the stables and clean your horses stable, brush it, and feed it. Afterwards you will report to our uncle Renly, and he will began to teach you on politics if you are to be his heir of Storms Edge you need to know the landscape, the people, and how you're supposed to act around other noble houses!" Percy exclaimed, "NOW YOU WILL GO TO LADY STARK AND THROW YOURSELF AT HER FEET AND TELL HER YOUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ARE WITH HER AND HER SON DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"

"Yes!" Joffery exclaimed.

"YES WHAT?" Percy snapped, "WHAT IS A LORD SUPPOSED TO CALL THE SON OF THE KING?"

"Yes my Prince!" Joffery stammered before rushing out of the dining hall.

"You didn't have to embarrass him like that," Jamie sighed, "See Mrycella and Tommen I told you that you were Perseus's favorites. He never screams at you." Percy rolled his eyes as he made his way to his family's table and plopped down next to Tommen.

"Well of course, they haven't turned into teenagers yet," Percy joked winking at his youngest sister, "They still have there innocence yet."

"Are you sure you're ready to become a father Percy?" Tyrion asked, "Jofferys often a handful."

"Why do you think I'm keeping his day so filled?" Percy asked, "He can't say anything stupid around me if he's never around me."

"You shouldn't have done that," His mother finally spoke up, "You had no right."

"I had every right," Percy shot back sternly, "The King doesn't even speak to him unless it's his name day, meanwhile you never discipline him leaving us with whatever the hell hes became."

"A spoiled little shit," Thalia murmered.

"Thalia!" Their mother exclaimed, "A lady shouldn't use that language."

"Sorry mother," Thalia said rolling her eyes, "What I meant to say was that he's a little cunt. I guess you could say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Now If you would excuse me I'm going to go find Jason and say my farewells." She left without an answer however Tyrion and Luke were both laughing.

"Did I ever tell you I love your eldest children sister?" Tyrion exclaimed, "So independent, and no filters as well I love it." The Queen didn't answer however stared at Thalia leaving the room after practically just calling her mother a cunt.

"Oh don't take it to heart mother," Percy mumbled as he poured himself a drink, "I bring good news."

"Oh please do lighten the mood a little," Luke stated with a grin.

"Brandon Stark will live," Percy stated before taking a long drink of his water feeling it restore his fatigue fully, "And he'll even walk again."

"What?" Cersei exclaimed confused, "I heard his back was broken." Percy raised his finger up as he finished his drink, poured himself another glass of water, and chugged it as well before slamming it onto the table.

"The gods willed it," Percy stated bluntly, "So I healed his back and stopped any internal injury the boy had." His younger siblings were realeved by the news, while Luke was as well. However Percy noticed the look his mother and his uncle Jamie shared leaving Percy to wonder whether they truly knew more about what happened yesterday than they were leading on.

"I'd by much interested to hear what he has to say when he wakes back up," Tyrion mumbled, "I'll have to check back in after my journey to the wall."

"When you do, please make sure Thalia is well and that Robb Stark is treating her as she desreves," Percy informed his uncle before standing up from the table, "You all enjoy the rest of your break feast. I'm going to go say my goodbyes to the Starks."

Once Percy left Luke took a long sip from his wine glass and stared at his brother and sisters shaking his head slightly.

"Does that not frighten you?" Jamie murmered once Percy was out of ear shot, "How he is becoming more of a man than his father ever was by the day!?"

"He'll be a wonderful King sister," Tyrion said smiling, "You at least raised him right, and perhaps you might have even given birth the one of the greatest Kings the seven realms has ever seen."

"You should see the plans he has," Luke murmered causing the queens eyes to shoot over to the youngest Lannister in confusion.

"He shares his plans with you?"

"I'm not just his bloody body gaurd!" Luke exclaimed annoyed, "Jason and I are his close friends. Your son has plans that will see the Seven Realms prosper, and even pay off the debt the King has made."

"Really now?" Tyrion asked, "I much would like to know how he plans to do that since the King owns our father most of that money."

"Here's the surprising thing brother," Luke stated with a smile, "Hes going to change his houses symbol and words."

"To what exactly?" Jamie asked.

"I don't know the symbol, however I know what he wants his houses words to be," Luke stared with a shrug, "Loyalty above all else."

"What does that mean uncle?" Tommen asked curiously.

"It means that when your eldest brothers King, his rule is going to be based of loyalty. He expects his family, allies, bammermen, and everyone in the realm to be as loyal to him

As he is loyal to them," Luke explained, "And if you're not loyal well, let's just say the Nights watch may be getting a lot of new recruits."

"See sister, you have raised and prepared Perseus to be a wonderful king," Tyrion stated, "Even if he's afraid of marriage."

"Probably because he's seen more than you've think," Luke stayed firmly allowing his eldest two siblings to give him a look of worry.

"Children, lets go find your sister and tell her goodbye," Cersei stated firmly, "We won't be seeing her for sometime."

After the Queen and her two children left Luke eyed his two brothers for a moment before laughter broke out between the three of them. As they continued to eat their breakfast, Luke's mind started to wander to the possibilities of the young Stark boy falling, which was a mystery he was looking forward to solving.

"Father isn't going to be able to control him like he wishes," Tyrion mumbled as he took a bite of his food, "And we should all be glad for it."

"Our father shouldn't be concerned with trying to control the king, he isn't going to be named Perseus hand anyways," Luke stated bluntly."

"Probably not, unless our sister can council him," Jamie sighed, "But then again Perseus is well... he has a mind of his own."

"And we're all better for it," Tyrion said, "Think brother you'll actually have a King you can respect that you'll be protecting."

"Yes," Jamie murmered as he took a sip of his drink his eyes wandering away from his two brothers, "I suppose." Luke eyed his brother carefully before taking his last bite of his food. He bid his brothers farewell before going to pack his items on the stable, they soon would be heading back south and Luke silently prayed that it would be quick.

"Heading off without a goodbye?" Percy asked as he approached Jon Snow, who was alone packing his horse.

"I'm sorry my Prince, I'm not used to being treated as a friend to nobles," Jon said lightly as he turned to face Percy, "I suppose this may be the last time we see each other."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Percy shrugged with a small smile, "When I become King I'm going to want to make sure my Northen defense is in good hands."

"Everyone besides my father seems to mock the Knights Watch... yet you seem to see it as a great privilege," Jon sighed, "What should i expect."

"The Nights Watch at the moment is well... difficult to explain my friend. I know there numbers are dwindling however when I become King I plan to change that. There's something coming Jon Snow... I don't know when and I don't know what but I know you're going to need more than a few hundred men," Percy sighed, "But with a man with your talents I'm sure you'll be able to whip the men I send your way into shape."

Jon eyed Percy warily before Percy smiled and embraced the bastard in a hug before whispering in his ear.

"Believe everything you hear about the white walkers Jon Snow. The Wildlings are not the true enemy, the others are." With that Percy then walked away from Jon leaving the poor boy confused and puzzled. Percy quickly made his way to say goodbye to the rest of the Starks, and finally Thalia where Jason and Luke were already bidding her a farewell.

"You know, if you decide you don't like it you can always come back," Jason informed her, "You don't have to stay here."

"Besides were better together," Luke joked.

"We need the North," Thalia stated bluntly, "Things we cant predict could happen, we need to be able to keep the North especially since it's the closest to the wall."

"That is true," Percy sighed as he embraced Thalia in a hug, "But Jason is right, if Robb Stark is a total ass pack your things and come home."

"You and I both know he is not," Thalia sighed, "I just... I'm going to do what I can to make sure we survive this. Besides I enjoy the north more than Kings Landing already. It reminds me of Camp Half blood a little, and the wildreness all around... I think it's going to be okay."

"But if it isn't," Percy stated firmly, "You pack your things and come home I can't bear the thought of you being stuck up here miserable."

"I will Percy," Thalia said her eyes starting to tear up but she quickly wiped them away before embracing her three friends, "We will see each other again."

"Of course we will," Percy stated lightly feeling sad Thalia was no longer going to be around to help him. While they often butted heads she would give him an aspect on things he never could see himself, however he knew that she could easily hold the North.

"You be safe sister," Percy whispered, "And dont forget to write."

We will finally be out of Winterfell, and the story will continue.