Let me go ahead and warn you all that there will be MATURE content in this fanfic. It's a GoT fanfic for goodness sake. I own nothing. Incest warning (in future chapters)

Adelaide Kane-Rayna (Rain-ah)

The skin ripping from a freshly killed rabbit was the only sound in the small shop of the dead master blacksmith. "You declined a very generous offer, Rayna." Lord Stark noted, as he sat down on a stool by her. "I am sure King Robert would pay you-"

"I do not want the money of a monster who climbed onto his throne over innocent corpses." She said removing the last of the hair from the hare. "He can shove all his gold up his fat ass."

"That is your king you are-"

"He is no king of mine." She said. "I have made you my lord, I have made your old gods my own, and I have made myself into something that would make my father roll in his grave; that is if he were given a proper burial. I refuse to go to King's Landing."

"I am not asking you to come to King's Landing for the request of the king." Ned standing up. "I am requesting you to come for my wife."

"For Lady Catelyn?" She asked with amusement in her voice. "Is she still bent on the rumor that you fathered me as well?" Lady Catelyn questioned Rayna's heritage when Eddard returned to war with a newborn bastard son and a little raven-haired girl who he claimed was an orphan of war.

"She believes that someone was behind Bran's accident."

"I already told you what I saw." She said. "And considering your stance on using necromancy, it was out of kindness that I warned you."

"And I should have heeded your warning but there is no time for making up for my mistakes." Rayna had saw Bran's fall. She had begged the little boy not to climb and warned the Warden of the North to make sure someone kept an eye on him, but he would not listen to the warnings of a necromancer.

"I do not see how I would be of assistance to you in King's Landing?"

"I suspect that whoever pushed Bran off the tower was a foreigner. No person of the north would harm a Stark."

"Do not be too quick to trust your banner men, Lord Stark." She warned as she finished up prepping the stew before letting it warm over the fire. "No one is worth trusting. It was my grandfather's own knight that stabbed him in the back."

"The men of the north have more loyalty than that of the Kingslayer." Eddard stood from his seat. He saw that there was no reason in asking her. It was time to stop begging and start bargaining. "I will repay you for your service."

"I do not want your money, Lord Stark." She said almost insulted. "I have never taken from you; I do not plan to start now."

"I was not talking about coins, Rayna." Ned said. "I will offer you passage."

"Passage to King's Landing?" She asked with a hint of laughter. "You mock me, my Lord."

"I will provide the finances for you to receive safe passage to Dorne." He said. "Jon will not accompany you of course. You will ride south after you have served your purpose."

"How can you-"

"Do not question how I will, just believe that it will be so."

"Fuck your offer." She said hacking the rabbit's head off with a cleaver. "I'm not returning to Dorne unless Jaehareys comes with me" She said hissing his name. "Neither of us belong here."

"Then prove to me I can trust you."

"I have done nothing to give you distrust." She said plopping the rabbit into the boiling pot. "For nearly 18 years, I have been silent. I have bathed my hair in black oils to hide the silver in my hair. My eyes have casted down at the ground so no one could tell that my eyes were a haunting purple."

"Enough." He barked. "Keeping secrets silent was to save yourself. You both would have been beheaded."

"And you would be executed as a traitor." She shot back.

"Then what ensures me once you are safe in Dorne that you will not reveal my treachery to Robert?"

"Let. Jaehareys-"

"Quit calling him that!" Ned ordered.

"That is his name." She spat back. The soup forgotten. "As much as you wish to erase him from the history texts, you will not erase him from me or his mothers." She narrowed her eyes.

"I gave my word to Jon that once I return, I will tell him of his mother." Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I will tell Jon of his mother, but not of his father. If he wishes to seek her, I will let him go. I swear it."

"Swear it on what."

"I give you my word."

"What good is your word?"

"My word was enough for your mother and my sister." He said. "Trust in me." With that he left her with her burnt stew.