A/N: This world does not belong to me only this rendition of Torrhen and some of the OCs.

This Prologue is really an info dump, I felt this was a better system of doing it than just doing

Eddard-...

Torrhen-...

So yea on the other side of the prologue is a great story that any GoT fan or ASOFI should enjoy. It will feature a lot of characters from the book as well so if you have any questions just message me and I can clear up any confusion of characters.

At the end of the A/N, I will be posting a list of the new OCs and rarely used characters and lords I am using. Not all will remain in the story but let you keep it straight. I do have a twitter account, Bigblue2289 where family trees and my maps are loaded. There may be some spoilers on relationships just to warn you.

Also, there will be some lemons but it will not be a 2,000 short story of lemons. Usually, they are inserted to show a point, whether it is to show a stance of domination or character building between two characters. I am not E.L. James and this is not Fifty Shades of Grey. Just a warning.

Also, I know the grammar is something to be desired so slowly going through and re-editing this story and writing the sequel at the same time.

Prologue

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Lord Eddard Stark never wanted to hold Ice, it was always supposed to be Brandon. Brandon was the leader of men, the one trained in politics by their father, the life of a party. It was supposed to be Brandon's burden to bear but now Ned had to look after his 4 children and the whole of the North.

The oldest Torrhen who was as smart as a whip at six years old, he had started to learn a few words in Valyrian, while studying arithmetic and the basics of politics. While he didn't understand 95 percent of the books he still understood way more than any child his age should have known. At six years old all around him knew the North would be great once again with him as Warden of the North.

The second oldest child of Brandon's children was a boy of 4; Rodwell Stark. The child was already a hothead like his father was, he hoped the child would learn to get a level head or he would end sharing his father's fate. The maesters kept trying to push educational materials and toys towards the child but Rodwell would just push the toys out of his way, grabbing the wooden sword he would start smacking the frame of the bed mimicking the soldiers he saw outside. Eddard knew this child was destined to be a warrior like his father.

The final two children were still babes on the breast being conceived right before the tragic flight to the Red Keep. Eddard was not in Winterfell but heard from the servants and his wife Ashara that Barbary pleaded with her husband to wait till all the info came in on Lyanna. Brandon would hear none of it grabbing a party and demanding answers. Barbary was going to tell him the next day she missed her moon blood once again, Brandon died never getting to meet Sarra and Lyarra.

The sun was hot on his neck and Eddard was anxious to get back to Winterfell and give Robert his damn throne. Ashara was heavy with child again, they decided if it was a boy they would go with Brandon and Sylvia if it was a girl. Brandon was the one to convince Eddard to get over his nerves and ask Ashara to dance at Harrenhal so they would honor him. Their eldest Arthur who was named after Ashara's elder brother had come out looking like a dornish child kissed by the sun. He had olive skin with the dark brown hair, the big way you could tell he was a Stark was the grey eyes.

Eddard was shook out of his musings of home as he approached the Red Keep drawing his nephew's future sword Ice from its sheath. With his 5,000 men, Eddard proceeded to slice through the battered Targaryen army reaching the Red Keep. Eddard saw there were some Lannister forces, that meant the Mountain would be nearby. It was no secret that Robert wanted all the dragon spawn killed, Eddard would not let a wife and children die just because they were dragged into the game.

Walking into the throne room he saw Jaime Lannister sitting on the Iron Throne with a bloody sword in his hand. Beneath him laid the bloody corpse of the Mad King.

He glared at the Kingsguard turn Kingslayer Jaime Lannister but ran past him knowing time was not his ally. As he approached the Princess' Chambers after some directions by a handmaiden he had saved Ned saw the door open, looking at the ground he saw the bloody bodies of Elia Targaryen and the infant Aegon. She was in a state of undress so the only thing that could have meant was she was raped before meeting the stranger. Eddard looks to see Ser Amory Lorch dragging a crying two-year-old from under her bed, as Lorch went to kill the child Eddard drove Ice through his back killing him instantly shaking the little girl to her core.

The appearance of Ned caught the Mountain off guard, his anger rose seeing his comrade in raping and pillaging killed. The Mountain raising his large greatsword goes to behead the pesky wolf, Ned though using his speed advantage took the Mountains hand clear off at the wrist. As the shock goes through Ser Gregor's head a swipe of Ice takes off that very large head.

The little girl terrified wondering what was going on tries to hide back under the bed. "Come here little one we need to get you to safety." Eddard holds his hand out hoping the girl is quick knowing he only has minutes to see the girl to safety. The girl grabs his hand after a few moments of hesitation and is walked quickly to the door with Eddard blocking her sight of Elia and Aegon. At the door they are met by a mammoth of a man, Rhaenys hides behind Eddard with thoughts of the Mountain coming back after her.

Greatjon Umber was surprised to see Ned with a girl of silver hair that looked Targaryen. "Jon, you must take her to Winterfell. Place the princess in a cloak and sneak her out in the confusion, tell Barbary and Ashara of what happened." Jon grunts in acknowledgment not liking the idea of keeping a Targaryen safe but would not disobey his warden. Eddard turns around to the little girl, "Listen this man will take you north to safety, trust him as much as you trusted me."

The girl may have been only 2 turning 3 but she knew that she was not safe so she nodded in agreement. She grabbed Greatjon's hand after having a cloak being placed on her and was led out the side passage. In order to ensure safe travel she was hidden amongst a group of 1,000 Northerners heading back home.

Eddard made his way back down to the throne room to see Tywin Lannister already there. "Lord Eddard, have you seen my men?" Tywin drawls out in his arrogant voice. "Aye Lord Lannister, the Mountain, and Lorch are dead, they were committing atrocities and they died by northern justice." Eddard glared at Tywin.

"How dare you kill knights of the Westerlands, I will make sure Robert has your head." Tywin is seething. A cheerful Robert surrounded by his brother, commanders, and other Stormlords lord came bustling in with a great cheer into the Red Keep. Behind them, a squire carries his warhammer and stag helm with a full set of antlers on it.

"Ned we did it! Now we just need to find Lyanna. I heard reports of the Tower of Joy and I want you to lead a group and rescue her, bring her here for the grandest wedding Westeros has ever seen."

A Lannister soldier comes into the room with two bloody dead bodies wrapped in a Targaryen banner. "Your Grace, the little girl is missing and I found the Mountain and Ser Armory Lorch dead." The soldier states.

Tywin decides this is the time for his voice to be heard. "That is no mystery, Your Grace, your friend Eddard here decided to betray you by killing two honorable knights and protect a dragon." At this statement, Robert is now seething that his sworn knights were killed by his own foster brother.

"Ned this better not be true, you will pay a hefty fine and return the girl for her execution immediately." Robert bellows.

Ned stares dumbfounded unsure of who the man is in front of him is anymore, "I will not, the honorable Robert would have never resorted to child slaying. She will be safe in the North under the protection of the Starks of Winterfell. I will go grab Lyanna take her home and you can rule your own damn kingdom, maybe ask for more honorable men from Tywin's ranks, he is flooding with them." Eddard does not even look behind to see Tywin demanding action and Robert offering him none.

Eddard and six of his men make it out to the Tower of Joy as quick as the horses would move them. Once at the tower they come across a man in large white armor and a white cape, White Bull Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent, and Ned's brother-in-law Ser Arthur Dayne.

"Ned you may be my good brother but I will kill you to protect the child, the Usurper dogs will not get him." Arthur Dayne bellows, this info sends Eddard's mind into a whirlwind.

"Child? Damn it, Arthur, what child are you talking about, did Rhaegar rape a child into her?" He states, the insult on the prince causes Whent to draw his sword and then everybody proceeds to draws their swords as well.

"Our prince would not rape his princess, watch your tongue wolf before I cut it out." Whent rages back.

The While Bull steps in "Eddard we cannot let you take them, we were charged with keeping them safe and that is what we intend to do." The White Bull raises his sword in anticipation of the upcoming battle. Eddard wants to fight his way through the men but knows that Ashara would never forgive him for killing his good brother.

"Listen the Mad King is dead and Robert will be sending men here soon, I was able to save Rhaenys and send her to Winterfell. She will be raised as a ward under House Stark and our protection. Elia and Aegon were already dead when I entered the room." Eddard states feeling the tension build, not wanting bloodshed, the best thing would be to have the three Kingsguard head north with him. It would be nice to see little Arthur being trained under his namesake.

Lord Reed in the background is readying his sword for a possible battle, he would see the kind woman home who was so nice to him at the tourney return safely home.

"You defied your best friend and king, tell me, Ned, why would you do that? You could receive the same punishments as us." Arthur asked wondering why Ned the most honorable person he ever met would do a great dishonor to Robert and betray him in a matter such as this.

"Robert is not the brother I grew up in the Vale. He has become a drunk and vain man that would kill children to secure his throne. We are no threat to him in the North, we will pay our taxes and have a closed trading market. It works in Dorne so why not the North." Eddard said putting Ice away showing he did not want to fight. Even though he appeared confident his nerves screamed at him to hold his sword but steeled those nerves.

"Please go with us to Winterfell, Arthur you can train your nephew into a great warrior. We will provide you three sanctuary." Eddard pleads with them to accept his offer. The three kingsguardmen huddle up for a minute whispering amongst themselves.

The White Bull steps forward and sheathes his weapon, "Okay Ned we will accept your offer, we will not fight for the usurper in any wars he may start though. Ser Oswell, please lead Ned to his sister and nephew." The kingsguardmen nods his head and with the sheathed blades of all 9 men, Ned was led to the top of the tower where in the middle of a grand bed he sees a bloody Lyanna holding a baby boy that has the Stark black hair and grey eyes. Lyanna on seeing her favorite older brother has a dimming smile on her face, the smile is like a candle near the bottom, just fighting to stay lit.

"Ned, come here hold your nephew Jon." She states weakly without the usual excitement in her voice. Ned grabs the child. "Lyanna we are headed home just be strong." Ned states not able to hold back the tears, he starts ordering her wet nurses to gather her travel supplies.

"Ned it is too late for me, please watch over my child and make sure he knows the love of a family." Lyanna's grip on Ned's hand starts to loosen.

"I promise Lyanna, I promise." He says tearfully, one last smile at her baby Jon and Lyanna Stark is gone.

The group of 8 see Ned walking out of the stairs with a sleeping babe in his hand. "We must leave here quick, Ethan please wrap up Lyanna and get her ready for transport. We are headed back home gentleman." Ethan Glover nods at his new Lord Stark, well at least for another 8 years.

The men travel up Kings Road dodging groups of small skirmishes due to a new administration taking over. The group approaches the large castle and as the doors open they see and an anxious and sad group of Starks lined up awaiting them. Ashara sees her brother Arthur and he is engulfed in a hug with her thinking he was lost to her forever. As Ashara goes to embrace Ned she sees a newborn babe black of hair and grey of eyes in his arms. Ashara comes to only one conclusion and runs away crying to her room thinking that her Ned was always better than this, he promised to be faithful to her and she believed him.

When they first met that was the thing that attracted her to Ned, he was honest and honorable. She had seen the shy looks he was giving her all day and found it adorable, then when she saw Brandon Stark dragging his younger brother over to her she had to calm her nerves down. Here were Ashara one of the most desirable women in southern Westeros nervous to meet the second son of the Starks. It was known that northerners' only married northerners so what harm could one dance cause.

By the end of the week-long festivities, Stark and Dayne had fallen in love and was under the weirwood pledging their lives to each other. When both families found out they were told to cancel the union as both families were looking for respectable marriage within their own regions, both lovers refused saying it was done before the gods and cannot be undone.

Ashara never the religious type and usually zoned out during the septa's speeches on the seven felt the eyes of the godswood upon her as if giving her approval. With the Stark siblings and Elia around her, that is the day she converted to the old gods.

Ned seeing his wife run away he handed the babe to his good sister Barbary and ran after her. Torrhen who had been for the past 3 days trying to figure out what was going on around him just soaked all the information around him in. The death of his father still stung but after a year of mourning Torrhen had finally moved on, the death of his loving aunt now though shook him to his core.

Barbary had always encouraged his learning and development of his skills from knowledge to fighting, the death of Lyanna and her snuffed out candle only lit his.

His father Brandon was a great man who could brighten any room, was a great father, and a decent husband. She knew he loved her but he was still Brandon Stark the womanizer, he just learned to keep it secret. All that being said he would have made a horrible Lord of Winterfell, he was too brash, too loud, and would never cultivate relationships with those outside of the North to see it great once again. Torrhen though was already showing a bright light that would only grow.

Torrhen had looked down on the sad little 3-year-old Rhaenys and could see the sadness in her eyes, he was about a year or so past when his father rode off to the Red Keep but she had seen what actually happened. With a show of support that would change the destiny of both families Torrhen's hand extended to Rhaenys to help guide her back to the castle. Rhaenys looked up at the older boy and saw a protectiveness in the boy that she knew she would be okay, from that day they called Rhae Torrhen's shadow dragon because she was always glued to his hip.

The group dispersed, Arty who Arthur Stark was starting to be called by cheerfully went away with his Uncle Arthur to show him his toys. Barbary as a lady of the house escorted the two remaining Kingsguard members Whent and Hightower to the rooms they would be staying in, the rest of Ned's entourage started to make preparations for Lyanna's funeral and burial in the crypt.

Ned had explained to Ashara the events and cried with him that night. Three years ago it was Lyanna who was the first person to reach out to her when her hormones were a wreck from the pregnancy and being banned by her father in the home of her birth.

Lyanna was heading to the Godswood to pray and saw a distraught Ashara and comforted her. She would later go around and show her the surrounding villages and get her acquainted with people around Winterfell. By the time Arthur was born Ashara was loved in Winterfell as any northern born noble.

The Funeral of Lyanna Stark was a somber event, the heir of Winterfell watched as his aunt's body was placed in her final resting place in the crypt, this had been his second funeral by the age of 6. This was the day he swore he would become strong enough to protect his family.

Ned still racked with grief sat in his solar writing a message to his former foster brother now king telling him of the events of Lyanna's death and the protection of the kingsguard and Rhaenys, conveniently leaving out the true parentage of Jon.

Shortly after this, a messenger from Dorne bearing the spear and sun of Martell came with a missive of thanks and a partnership.

Westeros would never be the same.

A/N:

New OCs

Torrhen Stark

Brandon's eldest With Barbary Stark (formerly Ryswell)

Rodwell Stark

Brandon's second oldest

Sarra

Lyarra

Brandon's youngest twins

Arthur Stark

Eddard's and Ashara's eldest child

Brandon Stark Married Barbary Ryswell because, after his battle with Petyr over Catelyn, Brandon went to the north for a party and got Barbary pregnant. Them both being nobles of the North went to the weirwood before their dishonor could be found and married much to the dismay of Hoster Tully and Rickard Stark. So technically Torrhen is a bastard but was covered up with their quick marriage.

Catelyn was born in 264 so let's say a little bit older Petyr fell for 13-year-old Catelyn. Torrhen is born in 277.