The King's Squire

Chapter 1

Iron Islands….

Robert looked out towards the sunset sea and smiled. Pyke was his. He'd invaded the Islands and paid the Iron Price. Those damn Greyjoys didn't know what hit them. Robert looked at his brother Stannis and gave him a nod.

"Stannis, you've done well. Without you, those damn Redwyne's would have retreated. You've done our house a service I won't soon forget. Ask a boon of me and I'll give it to you." Robert said.

Stannis smiled or at least, tried to smile. He knew he'd gone above and beyond. His brother had finally seen his worth and was rewarding him for it.

"Thank you, Brother. For reward I ask only two things. First, that half the captured ships belonging to the Iron born be given to the fleet at Dragonstone, to be converted for trade."

Robert nodded, "Done. And the second thing."

"I ask that you give Rook's Rest to Ser Davos Seaworth and his family. Most of House Staunton died in the rebellion and its last living heir, Harry Staunton, died at the siege of this castle. Rook's Rest needs a lord and Ser Davos Seaworth has earned it." Stannis said.

Robert stroked his chin.

"Is this the same Davos that smuggled onions keeping everyone in Storms End alive?" Robert asked.

Stannis nodded.

"The one and the same."

"Done. We should have done it sooner. Have him come before all the lords tomorrow and I'll make him a lord." Robert said.

Stannis bowed and left the room. He couldn't wait to tell the onion knight the boon he had won for him. His reward was past due and the Lannister's weren't the only one's who paid their debts.

Stannis was gone less than a minute before his door opened again. This time it was the brother he chose.

"Your Grace, Ser Barristan said you wanted to see me." Ned said.

Robert shook his head.

"Ned, you don't have to call me your grace all the time. I grew up with you and we are brother's in every way that matters." Robert said.

Ned smiled. He and Robert had ended on bad terms during the last rebellion. Fortunately for him, this rebellion wasn't like the last. He and Robert fought side by side again like they did in the rebellion. His father Rickard used to say, "We find our true friends on the battlefield." Ned shook his head. His father had always been the wisest man he'd ever known.

He had found his friend Robert again on the Battlefield. Although, he could never forget the sight of the murdered Targaryen children, he could forgive Robert for his moment of exaltation at the downfall of house Targaryen. He didn't do the deed himself and that was something. If he did do the deed, Ned didn't know if he could ever forgive such an injustice. For now though, he chose a different path. One in which he got his friend back. Hopefully, he'd never have to choose between his kin and his friend. Because, out of all the lessons his father had taught him, the saying he utterly believed in the most was: "When the white wind blows, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."

Ned cleared his thoughts once more and sat down.

"So, what did you want to see me about?" Ned asked.

"I've decided to take a tour of the North when were done. Tywin Lannister wants to host a tourney but, after you've fought for real, a tourney doesn't compare." Robert said.

"Are you sure you want to do this because you don't feel like fighting or is it because you don't want to go home?" Ned asked.

"Bah, you know me too well. I am loathed to go back to that viper's nest. I mean to delay it as long as I can. Plus, it'll be an adventure. You always go on about how beautiful the North is, now is my chance to see for myself."

"Hmm, that does sound appealing. Plus, it gives us a chance to escort the Ironborn scum to the wall." Ned said.

"Ha, that's the spirit. It'll be just like old times. Who knows? Maybe we'll run into some wildlings." Robert said.

Ned shook his head.

"Robert, the last thing we need to do is tempt fate. Wildlings are not something we should joke about." Ned said.

"Whatever you say Ned. Whatever you say." Robert said.

Alright, I couldn't help myself again. Its another Jon the squire fic. I know it's been done but, so what. I like the premise of a smart jon. A wolf in sheep's clothing fic.