(In case you couldn't tell I'm only doing the main parts that effect the story of Kenway otherwise we will be here all day and this story will get tedious and boring, which I'm sure no one wants... Enjoy!)

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A raven has found it's way to the walls of Winterfell carrying a message from Kings Landing about the passing of the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn.

The message finds it's way to Lady Catelyn Stark who, as soon as she reads it sets of to find her husband Lord Eddard Stark who is sat in the Gods wood cleaning the Starks' family sword, Ice.

Catelyn: All these years, and I still feel like an outsider when I come here.

She says approaching and making her presents known to the Warden of the North.

Eddard: You have six northern children. You're not an outsider.

Eddard reply's with a smile whilst keeping up his cleaning of Ice.

Catelyn: I wonder if the old gods agree.

Eddard: It's your gods with all the rules.

Eddard hits back but when he looks to her to see her expression for the first time he knows something is up and he halts his actions and gives her his full attention.

Catelyn: I am so sorry, my love.

She says hurt for the message she has just received.

Eddard: Tell me.

Catelyn: There was a raven from King's Landing. Jon Arryn is dead. A fever took him.

Eddard couldn't believe the news and looked down sadly trying to take in the news he just received.

Catelyn: I know he was like a father to you.

Eddard: Your sister, the boy?

Catelyn: They both have their health, gods be good.

Catelyn then sat by her husband on a nearby rock as they both sat in silence for a moment in respect for the sadness they both feel.

Catelyn: The raven brought more news. The king rides for Winterfell... with the queen and all the rest of them.

Eddard: If he's coming this far north... there's only one thing he's after.

Catelyn: You can always say no, Ned.

Eddard thought about it for a moment before giving the order to have the main hall set up for the king's arrival, Catelyn was in charge of this, as the castle workers worked to set the hall, Catelyn entered the room giving instructions to Grand Maester Luwin.

Catelyn: We'll need plenty of candles for Lord Tyrion's chamber. I'm told he reads all night.

Luwin: I'm told he drinks all night.

Catelyn: How much could he possibly drink? A man of his... stature?

Luwin: We've brought up eight barrels of ale from the cellar. Perhaps we'll find out.

Catelyn: In any case, candles.

Maester Luwin agreed and got the job done whilst the older Stark's along with Theon and Jon got ready for tonight.

Kenway, Jon and Theon waited their turn as Rob was in the chair being shaved first.

Jon: Why is your mother so dead set on us getting pretty for the king?

Theon: It's for the queen, I bet. I hear she's a sleek bit of mink.

Rob: I hear the prince is a right royal prick.

Theon: Think of all those southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick.

Rob was finished and Tommy the barber gave him a pat on the shoulder, Rob stood up as he pushed Kenway into the chair.

Rob: Why you so quite little brother?

Theon: Have you met him before. He only speaks to that snow girl he walks around with.

Kenway: That's because she can speak with more then her little prick. Unlike you.

Jon and Rob chuckled at Theon's angered face as Tommy starts to cut Kenway's hair and shave his face.

Jon: But seriously. What is it?

Kenway: Something I read in a scroll.

Rob: A tail?

Kenway: A prophecy.

Jon: What did it read?

Kenway: "When the Long Night comes, many shall fall. But from the Ashes of Ice the Black Wolf will rise from the destruction and return Light to the land"

Rob, Jon and Theon listened to his words as he was getting his face shaved, but neither of them read as much as Kenway does so they have no idea what he's talking about.

Rob: Little brother remember that Prophecy's start of with a tail. It's probably just another one of the many that will never happen.

Kenway: Yeah. Maybe...

Tommy patted Kenway's shoulder as Kenway is now done, Kenway gets off the chair as Rob pushes Jon to the seat.

Rob: Go on, Tommy, sheer him good. He's never met a girl he likes better than his own hair.

They all shared a laugh as Tommy got the sheers and started to cut off Jon's hair, Theon was after Jon and once they were all presentable they went on their own ways and awaited the kings arrival.

A few weeks later everyone in Winterfell are getting ready to welcome the king to the North, Kenway is in his best clothes with a wolf coat around his shoulders as he is to stand between Rob and his sister Sansa in the line up.

Elise: Nervous?

Kenway is right now sitting on the back of a wagon petting Midnight as Elise has kicked back and leaning onto the side of the wagon, Kenway looks to her as he keeps the patting up.

Kenway: What for? The kings a man, he bleeds like the rest of us. He's nothing special.

Elise: Better keep that to yourself when they arrive or you might lose your head.

Kenway has always been out spoken, to him if you are king or peasant he will help you if the reason is right not the gold.

Catelyn: Gods, but they grow fast.

Kenway looks to his mother as she walks with Maester Luwin and they walk passed Bran's dire wolf, Summer.

Kenway looks to see Summer looking up at something and follows the wolf's gaze and see's his little brother Bran climbing down the watch tower wall.

Catelyn: Brandon!

Bran stops climbing and looks to see that his mother has found him doing something she told him not to do.

Bran: I saw the king. He's got hundreds of people.

Catelyn: How many times have I told you? No climbing.

Bran: But he's coming right now, down our road.

Kenway got up from his spot as did Midnight, Elise was already in her armour as she never really takes it off, but Kenway looks to see Bran's feet touch the floor and their mother walk over to him.

Catelyn: I want you to promise me, no more climbing.

Bran looked down for a second then to his mother.

Bran: I promise.

Kenway started to make his way over to them as Catelyn stood up straight with a grin.

Catelyn: Do you know what?

Bran: What?

Catelyn: You always look at your feet before you lie.

Bran chuckled as his mother smiles.

Catelyn: Run and find your father. Tell him the king is close.

Kenway: Let's go little wolf.

Kenway picks Bran up and puts him over his shoulder as Bran laughs and both wolfs follow them, Catelyn chuckles at her sons till her eyes fell on Midnight and she grew concerned for her son.

Everyone now knew the news that the king is near and got in position to greet him, Reckon stood to Catelyn's left as Eddard is to her right, Rob is to Eddard's right, Kenway to Rob's right, Sansa to his and Bran to her's but one person is missing.

Catelyn: Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?

Sansa just shrugged as no one knew, Arya is a wild heart and will run around at random, but luckily she ran passed them just in time wearing a metal helmet, Eddard stopped her and took the helmet as Kenway and Rob chuckled at her, Arya then pushes her way into her spot as Kenway turned around to see Elise and Jon giving each other weird glances.

Kenway couldn't say anything as the king graced them with his presents as he rode through the main gate's of Winterfell, everyone dropped to their knees as the fat king basically fell of his horse, Kenway wasn't happy with the look the prince is giving his sister either.

King Robert made his way towards Lord Eddard and indicated for Eddard to stand, once he did everyone else followed his actions and stood to their feet.

Eddard: Your Grace.

Eddard bows respectfully.

Robert: You've got fat.

Eddard nodded down to the kings giant stomach and they both started to laugh then shared a hug.

Robert: Cat!

Catelyn: Your Grace.

Robert and Catelyn share a quick hug then the king rubs Reckon on his head messing up his hair, Robert moves back in front of Eddard.

Robert: Nine years... Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?

Eddard: Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.

Kenway was focusing on all what's going around them, like the prick of a prince looking like his shit don't stink, the king slayer acting like his shit don't stink and the queen trying to make people believe her shit don't stink.

Arya: Where's the Imp?

Sansa: Will you shut up?

Kenway: Actually that is a very good question... I think he fell off the wagon on his way here.

Kenway said making his younger siblings chuckle.

Robert: Who have we here?

Robert asks making his way to Rob as Rob stands proud, Kenway isn't like Rob and doesn't really care as he will never get Winterfell so why suck up to the king.

Robert: You must be Rob.

Rob didn't respond and just shook the kings hand as the King looked to Kenway.

Robert: That makes you Kenway. We used to call you "The Black Wolf"

This caught Kenway's attention along with, Rob's, Jon's, Theon's and Elis'.

Kenway: Pardon me. Your Grace?

Robert: Not in a bad way my boy. Just from where your so different from your brother here. Not many Starks can read and write their own name.

Robert says with a chuckle as he moves on from Kenway and to Sansa, but Kenway was distracted by what the king said... Is he the Black Wolf from the prophecy.

Kenway didn't even notice that the queen approached them and that his father and the king had disappeared form the crypts.

Eddard: Tell me about Jon Arryn?

Eddard asked as he and Robert walked side by side passed the dead bodies of fallen Starks.

Robert: One minute he was fine and then... burned right through him, whatever it was. I loved that man.

Eddard: We both did.

Robert: He never had to teach you much, but me? You remember me at 16?

They both share a chuckle as they continue their way through the dead.

Robert: All I wanted to do was crack skulls and fuck girls. He showed me what was what.

Eddard: Aye.

Eddard looked to Robert as he agreed with his statement but Robert caught him.

Robert: Don't look at me like that. It's not his fault I didn't listen.

They both laughed and stopped as Robert looked to Eddard.

Robert: I need you, Ned. Down at King's Landing, not up here where you're no damn use to anybody. Lord Eddard Stark... I would name you the Hand of the King.

Eddard was about to say something but forgot his formality's and dropped to his knee.

Eddard: I am not worthy of the honour.

Robert: I'm not trying to honour you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave. Damn it, Ned, stand up.

Robert said patting Eddard's arm as Eddard was still down on his knee, Eddard huffed as he stood up to both feet and Robert continued.

Robert: You helped me win the Iron Throne, now help me keep the damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister had lived, we'd have been bound by blood. Well, it's not too late. I have a Daughter you have a Son.

Eddard: Which Son?

Robert: The Black Wolf.

Eddard: Your daughter is half his age. Kenny will never agree to it.

Robert: Your right. It will take far to long. In that case I have a Son, you have a Daughter. We'll join our houses.

Robert took off down the crypts as Eddard tried to figure out what just happened and eventually followed him till they both came to a stop at one statue in particular.

Robert: Did you have to bury her in a place like this? She should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and the clouds above her.

Eddard: She was my sister. This is where she belongs.

Robert: She belonged with me. In my dreams, I kill him every night.

Eddard: It's done, Your Grace. The Targaryen's are gone.

Robert: Not all of them.

Robert turned to face Eddard as he was angry about something.

Robert: I need The Black Wolf with us in Kings Landing.

Eddard: Your Grace?

Robert: There is a big part of that Prophecy that only few have seen. It speaks of a Dragon and a Wolf conquering Westeros. There is so much more to your boy then anyone can ever imagine and I will not let him take my Iron Throne from me.

Robert stormed out of the crypts with Ned hot on his tail whilst Kenway is in his quarters trying to find out as much as he can about "The Black Wolf" as Midnight sleeps just beside him...

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(To Be Continued)

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