And now arrives the feast. Sorry this Took so long, I haven't had much time to write recently. That also means this chapter is shorter then I would have liked, but that aside I hope you enjoy it.

After the treaty was signed in both ink and in blood, Winterfell prepared for a feast that night. Osric spent time with his family, and was getting dressed proper for the feast with his brothers. He currently was with Robb, Theon, and Jon, and they were as his mother put it 'being groomed.' Osric hadn't shaved since White Harbor, and his brothers were in need of a haircut. As he shaved he heard a groan, and looked back to see Jon being seated in a barber stool. Robb and Theon were complaining about getting prissy while Osric shaved, and Jon tried to slink away. Seeing he was trapped Jon accepted his fate with a sigh.

"Why do I have get a haircut? I'm not her son." Osric merely chuckled.

"Bastard born or not, you're legitimate now Jonny. Isn't that right Robb."

Robb joined in on his tease. "That's right Oz. Go on Tommy sheer him good. He's never met a girl he likes better than his own hair."

Before Osric could respond a guard requested their presence in the great hall. So while Theon stayed to antagonize Jon, Robb and Osric headed to meet their father. When they got there they noticed two things immediately. Two very upset lords by the names of Gregor Forrester, and Ludd Whitehill. Second Osric noticed Asher locking hands with Gwyn Whitehill and looking to him for help.

Osric quickly put two-and-two together. He then slapped his hand against his face, and began to rub the bridge of his nose. "God damn it Asher…"

Minutes later as the Lords of Highpoint and Ironrath screamed at each other, and complained to his father. Osric turned to Asher and began to pace.

"Asher you know you're a brother to me."

Asher nodded. "You know I only call you that because I mean it. You know I'd do anything you need me to."

Osric threw his arms out wide. "But you think you could of given a man a warning first!"

Asher rose and placed his hand on Osric's wrist, Osric responded in kind clasping Asher's arm. "I know Oz, don't think me ungrateful."

Asher scowled. "To be honest you're more my brother then Rodrik at this point."

Osric looked at him. "You want to tell me what happened Asher?" He spoke softly. And Asher recounted his tale.

"I came home, and it was a disaster from the start. Mother and my younger siblings were happy to see me, I can't say the same of my father or Rodrik. Rodrik glared at me like I was insulting him by simply being there. And father avoided me at every turn. When Gwyn learned I'd come home she'd came out to meet me. We weren't gonna do anything but-"

Osric interrupted. "And you couldn't keep it in your pants I get it Asher." Osric let out a large sigh.

"Alright I'll see what I can do." Osric approached his father and the two rival lords. As he neared them has father looked at him for help.

"I would just like to say that for once this isn't my fault." He said monotone earning a heave from all three nobles.

"Yes we know Osric, we're not blaming you. But Asher is your vassal, and as such punishment shall be deferred to you." Osric let out a sigh of relief. This would go easier than he thought.

But of course Gregor Forrester had to open his mouth. "Now hold a moment you can't just ask me to give my son's fate over to another lord Stark"

Osric looked a Gregor with a spine chilling glare. "Yet you have no problem throwing him to the dogs all on his own before."

Gregor's eyes widen with anger and shame, but his mouth stayed closed. Osric turned to his father and delivered his verdict.

"So I decided the punishment then?" Eddard nods, and Osric claps his hands together. "Wonderful then I decide to do nothing good, good let's all move on then."

lord Forrester looked relieved, lord Whitehill was less than however.

"What's this! That blonde bastard defiles my daughter and gets off free with it! I want his head on a pike!"

Osric put his hand on his dagger and marched forward, causing lord Whitehill to stumble back in fear. "Have a care what you say about a king's hand Ludd. Lest his other hand slide the knife."

With that said Osric left without a word, Asher, and Gwyn following him.

Eddard sighed and went back to his solar to prepare for the upcoming feast.

Hours later into the night the Great Hall of Winterfell was alive with cheers, laughter, and song. At the high table sat Osric, his parents, and the monarchs of Westeros. Sitting at a table mere feet from him was his hand Asher, who sat with his arm draped over his new wife Gwyn. Although others had fault with the union the king seemed to find the matter most amusing and put the issue to rest with Ludd.

Not too long into the feast his uncle Benjen arrived drawing away his father. The Robert was content to head into the crowd to grope a serving maid. And Osric left as his sister approached called over by his younger brother. Osric greeted Robb who revealed he couldn't find Jon.

"I expected this." Osric said

"You did?"

"Of course, Jon might not be a bastard anymore but he's use to thing being like this. He's probably just shy, give him a minute or two, to himself he'll be fine."

Robb nodded. "If you say so, I just don't like it. He's finally got a name for himself and he's still hiding in the shadows."

Any response Osric had died on his tongue, and was replaced with laughter as Arya flung her food across her table into Sansa's hair, which Sansa responded with in kind. As their parents were busy it fell to Robb, and Osric to take the girls to their rooms for the night.

Osric carried Arya to her room and put her down on her bed. She twisted her body hiding her face from him, as he sat himself down.

"You want to talk about it?"

"..." She didn't respond.

"It's ok if you don't we can just sit her for awhile. Goddess knows as soon as I go back in there I'll have to hear that ponce prince's shrill voice again."

Arya gave a small chuckle before responding. "Sansa was making fun of me again."

Osric sighed and began running his hand over her head in a soothing manner. "That can't be all of it lass, else you wouldn't have gotten so upset. What's really bugging you?"

She was silent for a moment before answering. "Father and the king were talking about betrothals, about me."

Ah that explained it. His sister was afraid that the long feared day was approaching her. "Everyone has to get married someday Arya."

"Even you?" she question.

Osric's eyes took on a pained expression as he thought of his Joy. "Believe me Arya I would've married in a heartbeat if hadn't been too late." After that they lapsed into a comfortable but heavy silence. It hurt Osric to see his sister so sad, until he thought of a way to cheer her up.

"You know I have to go to King's Landing after I leave here. I have room for a couple of passengers. Why don't you and Nymeria come with me to the capital. It'll be like when I used to take you sailing."

Her head shot up with a large grin on her face. "Really!" he nodded and she tackled him with a hug. "Thanks Oz!"

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around. "Don't mention it pup."

And that the end of that chapter. I wanted to have Osric bond with each of his siblings. He's already bonded with Robb, Jon, and Sansa. With the next chapter showing him spending time with Bran and Rickon. Now like I said earlier I haven't been able to write alot recently, so the next chapter might take sometime. But expect no later then early April. I hope you enjoyed and have a nice day.