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"Your sister is excited and wishes to share the excitement with you, young Lady. The least you can do is not be rude to her if you can't share the excitement" Lady Olenna barked with a shake of her head.
Sansa blushed brightly while Arya smirked smugly.
"Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects."
"We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait."
"Ned."
"Your wife is right. Rest, freshen up and then go about visiting graves and tombs. The dead can wait" Lyanna said with a roll of her eyes. She knew Robert would never change, this was just the start of the proof she'd be getting.
Robert lowered his head, grasping his knees tightly.
[Cersei, humiliated in front of all, walks back to Jaime.]
"Where is our brother? Go find the little beast."
[Scene changes to the crypt.]
"Tell me about Jon Arryn."
"One minute he was fine, and then... Burned right through him, whatever it was."
Ned eyes narrowed at the bit of information. Something that burned right through him....
"I loved that man."
"We both did."
"I love you both as well" Jon Arryn grabbed both men's hands and gave them a firm squeeze.
"He never had to teach you much, but me ... You remember me at 16? All I wanted to do was crack skulls and fuck girls. He showed me what was what."
"Aye."
"Don't look at me like that. Not his fault I didn't listen."
"So not much has changed then," Lyanna said almost boredly. She of course said it to herself, under her breath.
But Brandon had heard her and he was frowning.
[They laugh. Robert sighs.]
"I need you, Ned. Down at Kings Landing. Not up here, where you're no damn use to anybody. Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the King."
[NED kneels.]
"I'm not worthy of the honor."
"It's no bloody honour Robert snorted. He hardly did any Kingly things, it was all Jon and the small council doing it for him.
"It is" Ned insisted, frowning at his friend.
"I'm not trying to honor you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink, and whore my way to an early grave."
Lyanna threw an unimpressed look at Robert discreetly.
"Damn it, Ned, stand up. 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 would have been bound by blood. Well, it's not too late. I have a son, you have a daughter. We'll join our Houses."
Sansa practically swooned at that. She was going to be Queen! She was going to marry handsome Prince Joffrey.
Arya beside her gagged at the swooning look her sister wore.
[Scene changes to Jaime in the Winterfell settlement. We see Tyrion inside a whorehouse, swilling liquor and laughing as a woman pops into view after servicing him.]
"Gods" Catelyn said in disgust and covered Bran's eyes, This time Robb took the liberty of covering Arya's. Both of them huffed and tried to shrug their hands off of their eyes.
Joanna stiffened and then sighed.
"Did you inherit all of your grandfather's vices?"
"Sorry to disappoint" Tyrion carelessly emptied another cup of wine.
"Mmh. It is true what they say about the Northern girls."
"Can we please move along from this? We have children here!" Catelyn shouted.
[Scene changes to the Winterfell crypt, at Lyanna's tomb. Robert places a feather in the hand of her statue.]
"Thank you!" Catelyn shouted.
"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."
"I'm not some fucking damsel for you to paint that picture" Lyanna snapped And Robert flinched. "I am a Stark of Winterfell and I am exactly where I belong."
Lyanna turned to Ned.
"You have a statue of me made in the Crypts?"
"One of you and Brandon," Ned said with a smile, to the surprise of Brandon. "I commissioned Daryn to make them."
"Ah Daryn" Brandon grinned. He remembered the young Stone Mason. The man had made many little sculptures for Brandon back in the way. Most were sent to Barbrey Ryswell as presents.
"She was my sister. This is where she belongs."
"She belonged with me."
"I'm not an object that I belong to anyone, Robert" Lyanna sighed.
[He touches Lyanna's face.]
"In my dreams, I kill him every night."
"It's done, Your Grace. The Targaryens are gone."
"Not all of them."
"That's it" Lyanna stood and turned to face Robert, who sat a little away from her beside Jon Arryn.
"Lya-"
"No! I will speak and he will listen" Lyanna snapped, her eyes furious and pinned on Robert. "Jon, how old are you?"
Jon, caught by surprise took a moment to answer her question.
"Fourteen."
"It's been Fourteen fucking years and you haven't moved on?!" the woman looked at him incredulously.
"You were betrothed to marry me" Robert reasoned firmly.
"And I ran away and fucking died!" Lyanna snapped back. "You have a wife now and children as well! What the fuck are you doing still being hung up on me?! You tell me that you would have changed, but I still see a man who dislikes being told no and neglects his wife for another woman! You said it yourself, you drink and you whore, how many bastards do you have?"
Robert just blinked before frowning.
"Too many to count? Or do you not care that you have children all around Kings Landing? Your Children! Lord Arryn, you're his Hand since the Rebellion ended. How many bastards does he have? I am certain that you have kept an eye on them unlike Robert there."
Jon Arryn felt uncomfortable being pinned by the young woman's stare.
Lyanna rolled her eyes when the man did not answer.
"If you want to prove to me that you can change, then start by being a decent husband to your wife and a decent father to your children. All of them."
Lyanna sat back down and folded her arms over her chest.
"Robert-"
"Ned" Robert shook his head. Ned sighed and remained silent.
[Scene shifts to Daenerys on a balcony in Pentos, across the Narrow Sea.]
The girl in question perked up at her introduction.
"Daenerys!"
[He enters a large chamber.]
"He looks like his father. And that is after the paranoia took him over" Lady Olenna commented dryly.
"Daenerys! There's our bride to be!"
"Oh, has he found a husband?" Doran mused out loud.
"No doubt a Essosi husband" Oberyn added.
Neither of them liked that. Daenerys marriage would throw their plans over.
Daenerys on the other hand had a sinking feeling. Viserys had been speaking of a potential match and so far he did not have any luck reaching out to him. She prayed it was not that man.
"Look - a gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Come on. Feel the fabric. Mmmm. Isn't he a gracious host?"
"We've been his guests for over a year and he's never asked us for anything."
"That is because he is backing your brother for some political play and expects returns when that happens" Margaery answered the girl kindly.
[Authors Note: What type of rewards should I give next. Comment your ideas so I can choose a few.]