Jon V
SSgtC
It's bedtime somewhere
- Location
- Bristol, TN
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Slowly, the cheering in the room subsided. Jon nodded his thanks and acknowledgment of the cheers before holding up his hand and telling his assembled Lords and Ladies, "My Lords, My Ladies. Before we leave to be about our duties, I have one further announcement to make. As all here know, House Stark has been ravaged by this war. My Lord Father left six children behind him when he answered the call to serve as Hand of the King to King Robert. Half have been lost to us, with only Princess Arya and myself left in the North, and Sansa effectively a prisoner of the Lannisters.
"I appreciate the trust that you have placed in me to be your King. And I acknowledge the risk you have taken in choosing a man who, as yet, has no children to succeed him. Therefore, I have decided to wed. I know many of you have hoped to see a match made to one of your own daughters, sisters or nieces. And all would be a worthy match. But in light of the events that transpired at the Red Wedding, and events that have taken place since, I have asked Lady Alys Karstark to become my Queen."
Jon could already see the countenances of some of his Lords beginning to darken over his choice. In order to counter this ill feeling, he would have to explain his choice to them much as he had to Smalljon. Therefore he continued, "My Lords, while you have all accepted me as your King, and you rightly expect rewards for your leal service, rewards which you shall receive in due time, as King I must ensure that I make decisions that are best the entirety of the North. And one of those decisions involves ensuring one of our number is brought back fully into the fold. Like many of you, I too have heard of House Karstark's alleged betrayal of my brother at the Red Wedding."
Jon paused for a moment and glanced at Alys. His newly betrothed had both the good grace and sense to hang her head in shame as several of the gathered Lords in the solar also looked in her direction. Jon took a breath and said, "My Lords, we need all the strength we can gather now. If a marriage to House Karstark returns their strength to us, then so be it. While winter is coming, the war is far from over. And we will need the levies that House Karstark can provide, particularly should the Lannisters send men to join with Roose Bolton as I fear they might. We do not make peace with our friends, My Lords, but with those with whom we have fought. And the surest means of making peace, is with a marriage."
When he finished speaking, Lord Glover stood and said, "Your Grace, I do not like this proposed match. I would far prefer to see you wed to one of Lord Umber's sisters or to one of Lord Manderly's granddaughters. One of Lady Dacey's sisters would also please me more. But you are our King. And your words have wisdom buried in them. All here know that a marriage between those of noble blood is often as not a political one. And I for one can find no fault in the reason for yours. So while I may not like your choice in queen, neither will I oppose it. House Glover stands with House Stark, just as we have for a thousand years."
Medger Cerwyn also stood and said, "House Cerwyn stands with you, Your Grace."
"As does House Manderly," cried Ser Marlon.
"House Umber is yours to command, Your Grace," declared Smalljon.
"Bear Island is with you, My King," said Dacey.
The Mountain Clansmen stood as one and told him with one voice, "We stand with The Stark. By earth and water, by ice and fire, we swear it."
Even the two Bryndens amongst them, Ser Brynden Tully and Brynden Blackwood, stood and pledged their fealty to him and his house anew. Jon nodded his thanks and said, "Thank you, My Lords. Your loyalty shall not be forgotten. Now let us be about our duties, for we all have much to prepare for."
As his Lords and Ladies stood, Jon said, "Lord Glover, would you remain for a moment?"
"Certainly, Your Grace."
As the room emptied Galbart made his way from where he sat to where the King the stood looking out the window over the training yard. Jon turned slightly to his right and extended his hand to clasp Lord Glover's arm. "You have my thanks for speaking as you did, My Lord. You and your House are much respected in the North, and your words carry a great deal of weight."
Galbart nodded his head and replied, "No thanks in necessary, Your Grace. What I said, I meant. I would have preferred to see you reward one of those who have served you loyally with a match, but your point in needing all the strength we can gather to us is a valid one. While I like to think that my own House wields great strength, I would be a fool not to acknowledge that House Karstark is many times more powerful than mine. Having their banners flying amongst our own once again improves the odds of our success immeasurably."
"Nonetheless, the way you voiced your support means much and more to me. But come, let us speak together as men before we go our separate ways to fight the upcoming battles. As I understand it, you have a ward that you're fostering at Deepwood?"
"I do, Your Grace. Larence Snow. He is the natural born son of Halys Hornwood. Halys and I were close when we were younger, and he asked me to foster his son. I was happy to do so. From all the reports that I have seen from before my home fell to the Ironborn, the boy has turned out to be both smart and brave."
"That pleases me to hear, Lord Galbart. I heard how both Lord Halys and his heir died in the South under Robb, you have my condolences for their loss, My Lord."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"Did you know Lady Donella?"
"I did. She was a good woman. Halys loved her, and it shamed him that he had dishonored her by fathering Larence. But they were able to largely patch the holes in their relationship after. It boiled my blood to hear of how she was treated by Bolton's bastard."
"It inflamed us all, My Lord. His behavior was a disgrace to all in the North. For everything that Theon Turncloak did wrong in his life, he at least did that one thing right in ridding us of Ramsay Snow."
"Aye, we can thank him for killing the bastard at least."
"Back to Larence Snow, though. You've said he's brave and smart. But is he a good man?"
"I've not seen him I marched south with the Young Wolf, Your Grace. So my opinion may be wrong, but yes. I would say that he was growing into a fine man when I last saw him. Perhaps you should speak to my goodsister? She has seen him far more recently than I have."
"I will take your word on him, My Lord."
Jon walked to his desk, picked up a quill and a sheet of parchment and began to write. While he wrote, he said, "When you see him, My Lord, give him this. Tell him that House Stark remembers. Tell him House Stark rewards those who stand with them. And tell him his House has been avenged."
When he finished speaking, he handed the open letter to Galbart, and watched him read it. Lord Galbart read the letter with his eyes while speaking the words softly under his breath. The letter read, "By order of the King in the North, from this day until your last day, let it be known by all that you are henceforth Larence Hornwood, Trueborn son and heir of Halys Hornwood, and Lord of Hornwood. This proclamation is made and signed this day before Lord Galbart Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North."
"Your Grace, I..."
Jon looked at the Lord of Deepwood Motte and saw the depth of feeling in the man at seeing his foster son raised to Lordship and given a true name. He told him, "My Lord, House Stark remembers. This is but the beginning of how we shall reward those who honor us by their leal service."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
Jon nodded, clapped Galbart on the shoulder and told him, "Think nothing of it, My Lord."
Jon paused for a moment, and his face wore a calculating look. When he continued, he said, "My Lord, the legitimization of your ward will be but the start of the rewards for your House. In the future, I will remember your name for further honors. But for now, we both have much and more to do before we take the fight to our enemies. Therefore, let us be about our duties."
While Lord Glover went to rally his men and prepare them to retake his home, Jon paused outside his solar before deciding on his own actions. He had a thousand things to do, but it could all wait a while longer. There was something else that needed to come first. Turning on his heels, he headed for the crypts, with Ghost right beside him.
When he stood before his father's crypt, Jon felt the tears well in his eyes. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, questions that he would never get the answers to now. But more than that, he missed his father. Lord Stark had never treated him as anything other than his son, and he had loved him for that. He wondered what Father would think of his sons now? Of his four sons, three had been lost to treachery, and two had worn crowns. What would Eddard Stark think of having a King in the North rule once again, a King born of his loins? Would he have been proud of him and Robb? Or would he chastise them for turning against their Liege, raising their banners and declaring themselves free from the Iron Throne? He didn't know, and he wanted to know, to hear his father's words, just one more time.
"It doesn't look like him," Jon heard from his left.
He had jumped a bit at his sister's approach. He hadn't even heard Arya approach. "Do you always move so quietly," he asked her?
Arya quirked a smile and said, "It doesn't look like him. They should have found someone who knew his face."
Jon returned her smile with a sad one of his own. "Everyone that knew his face was either dead or gone south with Robb."
"Why doesn't Robb have a statue?"
"He will, Little Sister. I don't have a stone mason skilled enough to carve one for Robb. Not yet, anyway. We still need to recover his bones, and Father's as well. Both will be well remembered here though, you have my word on that."
They stood together in silence for long minutes before Arya said in a quiet voice, "Why didn't you tell me, Jon?"
Jon hung his head. He knew this question was coming as soon as he saw his sister. He was ashamed of himself for not telling his sister about his betrothal first, but he had done what he had to do. He told her, "I'm sorry, Arya. Lady Alys and I were on our way to tell you when Smalljon found us and I was forced into planning the war against the Boltons. I had to tell my Bannermen about it. It was important to show them that I was taking my duty as King seriously, and I needed to judge their reaction to see if they would stand with us or turn their cloaks. I needed to know that before we left the castle and rode off to war. Are you very mad at me?"
Arya shook her head and said, "No. You're the King and you need a Queen. I heard what your reason for choosing her were. Why would I care who you wed?"
"Because you're my sister. Because we've already lost one brother because of who he wed, and our sister is a hostage because of who she was forced to wed. This matters, Arya. And it matters to me what you think."
"Jon, you've already announced it. I could scream and yell and tell you you're being stupid, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I don't think you're being stupid though. She's a good choice. She brings one of the strongest Houses in the North along with her. You're going to need those swords to win."
Jon looked in surprise at his little sister. Since when did Arya know, or care, about things such as this? Arya saw the look on his face broke into a heartfelt laugh. She told him, "You should see your face! Just because I don't want to wed doesn't mean I don't understand why people wed."
Jon had just opened his mouth to respond when a voice from the entrance to the crypts faintly called, "Your Grace! Your Grace, your presence is needed in the courtyard, Sire!"
Jon replied in a strong voice, "Very well, I shall be there presently!" Then he looked down at Arya and told her, "Ever since Smalljon, Dacey and Ser Marlon came to get me from Castle Black, I have yet to get more than a single moment to myself. If this is what being King is, I'm beginning to see why Robert was driven to drink!"
Both he and Arya had a well earned laugh at that, one that the both of them needed. "Come, let's go see what they need for me this time."
At the top of the stairs, a guardsmen stood waiting for him. The man told him, "Your Grace, a group of riders has been spotted. They are flying Karstark banners."
Jon's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. Unless he was grossly mistaken, that would be Cregan Karstark looking for Lady Alys. Well know, this could be quite interesting. He asked the guard, "How far out are they?"
"Two miles, Your Grace."
Jon's lips flattened into a thin line as he ran through his options. Finally, he nodded his head and said, "Very well. Prepare to receive them in the main courtyard. Send a runner to the kitchens, tell them to have bread and salt brought out. But have your men prepared to answer any treachery should it arise. I will return to the courtyard shortly."
"Yes, Your Grace," the man replied and ran off.
Jon turned on his heels to head to the Great Keep and said, "Arya, come with me. I want you to remain with Lady Alys while I meet with her uncle, at least until I can determine how much of a problem he's going to be. Besides, I'd like you to meet her and get to know her. She's a stranger here in Winterfell, and it would mean much and more to me if she could look upon you as her sister."
Arya rolled her eyes at him and grudgingly said, "Fine. Just don't try and put a set of sewing needles in my hands. I've already got my Needle."
Jon barked out a short, sharp laugh and mussed his little sister's hair. "You have naught to fear of that happening from me, Little Sister. Thank you, though. I appreciate you doing this for me."
The two practically ran to his chambers where he knocked on the door and waited till he heard a muffled "Come!" from Lady Alys. Opening the door, Jon escorted Arya into the room where he saw Lady Alys reading a book that looked as if it predated Aegon's Conquest. Jon walked up to her, took her hand in his own, and pressed it briefly to his lips in greetings while murmuring, "My Lady."
As Alys rose from her chair, Jon said, "My Lady, allow me to introduce my sister, Princess Arya, of House Stark."
Alys curtseyed and said, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Princess."
"Lady Alys," Arya replied. "How are you finding Winterfell?"
"Your home is beautiful, Your Grace. And far larger than the Karhold. I look forward to learning the castle better and making it my home as well."
Jon cut in before Arya could reply and said, "My Lady, I come with news. Your uncle has been seen approaching Winterfell. He will be here in no more than a few minutes."
Even as he was speaking, he could see the color draining from Alys's face, and her hand dropped to the desk by her side as if to hold herself upright. Jon quickly took her other hand in his own and told her, "You have naught to fear. As a guest of Winterfell, and as my betrothed, no harm shall come to you. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New. I will deal with your uncle and all will be well. You have my word."
In a soft voice, Alys said, "Thank you, Your Grace."
"My sister will remain here with you while I speak to your uncle, and I will have guards posted outside the door as well." Jon smiled as his soon to be wife and told her, "Have no fear, My Lady. For my little sister has learned her lessons well and is quite skilled with her Needle."
Alys gave him a quizzical look and asked, "How will being skilled with a sewing needle protect me? I could use help making the dress that I am to be wed in, but..."
From behind him, he could hear Arya snickering followed by the sigh of steel being drawn from leather. Alys's eyes went wide as Arya told her, "This is my Needle, Alys. You can keep your sewing needles, I have a Needle of my own."
"Fear not, Alys. My sister does know how to use it. Though I doubt it will come to that. Your uncle will have to get through me first, and I don't believe he will wish to do that."
Alys squeezed his hand, looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you, Jon. Go, be about your duty. I trust you."
Jon gave her a smile once more, nodded at Arya, swept up Longclaw and his crown from where they lay in the outer room, and strode out of the chamber with his cloak billowing behind him. Jon strapped his sword across his back, once again making a mental note to have a new swordbelt made to wear Longclaw around his waist. He had grown much since Lord Commander Mormont had gifted him the sword, and he would no longer drag the blade in the dirt if he wore it on his hip.
As he settled the crown on his head, Jon once again felt the weight of his responsibility land upon him. The weight never truly left him, but when he wasn't wearing his crown, it somehow seemed to be less than it was. Perhaps it was just what the crown symbolized? Or mayhaps its weight on his head served as a reminder to him of the trust the Lords of the North were placing in him? Regardless, he felt that weight settle upon him more when he wore the crown.
Upon his arrival in the courtyard, he could just see the Karstark men approaching the outer gate. He could see the apprehension on their faces, for the alleged treason of their House at the Red Wedding was well known. That they had not been met with a flight of arrows immediately upon coming into range must have seemed a good omen to them, but they were clearly still concerned that they were being allowed into the castle only for Jon and his men to fall upon them within.
But honor and courage clearly compelled them to continue, no man could lay claim to bravery by shying away from what appeared to be an open invitation to enter his Lord's castle. And the Karstarks had already pledged their fealty to him. In Cregan's mind, he should have little reason to fear his King. But Jon knew in his heart that he would gladly mount Cregan and Arnolf's heads on spikes if they so much as waged a finger in a way that he didn't like. His heart still lusted for vengeance against those that had perpetrated the Red Wedding, and their actions towards Alys had galled him to no end. He was willing to extend an olive branch of peace to them, in recognition of the need to unite the North rather than see it riven with more fissures. But should they prove unworthy of his peace offering, he would gladly crush them for their crimes.
But as Cregan entered the yard, the man had the good sense to dismount from his destrier and immediately drop to one knee with his head bowed and greeted him with a murmured, "Your Grace."
"Arise, Lord Cregan. Be welcome to Winterfell. What brings you so far from your own lands?"
"Duty, My King. House Stark has called for aid, and House Karstark answers. As it was when our houses were one, so let it be again. House Karstark will stand with the Stark in Winterfell."
"House Stark welcomes your aid, My Lord. It pleases to me to hear of your desire for our houses to be as one once again. And perhaps we can make our houses one in truth as well. You have a niece, Alys, do you not?"
Jon could see the realization dawning on Cregan's face. His own flowery words of fealty to his King were being used to thwart his true purpose in coming to Winterfell. The man stuttered and replied, "Well, errrm, I. Yes, Your Grace. I do, ummm, as a matter of fact, that was my second reason for coming to you. You see, Alys has disappeared from the Karhold. We feared she may have been taken against her will and the tracks we were following led in the direction of Winterfell. Not that we have any reason to suspect you had any hand in her disappearance, Sire. But we thought that you might aid us in rescuing her, as you know the lands around Winterfell best."
Jon had to fight to keep the grin off his face. This was almost too easy for him. Instead of giving into the laughter that threatened to burst forth from his lips, he said, "Walk with my My Lord. Let us discuss how Winterfell may be of assistance to you."
Cregan glanced furtively at the bread and salt that Jon had ordered prepared. He knew the man wished to be offered Guest Right, since it was plain that he was beginning to realize that perhaps Jon knew more than he was letting on, and he was growing fearful of his safety. But the man couldn't ask for Guest Right without offering him a great insult, and Jon knew he would not do that. He saw Cregan swallow and say, "Of course, Your Grace."
As Jon slowly began to walk towards the Great Keep and his own solar, he heard Cregan's heavy footsteps beside him. Jon decided to try and put the man more at ease in the hope that perhaps he would let more slip than he intended. He said, "I was grateful to receive the raven from your father, pledging fealty to me and my house. His loyalty in the face of adversity, the treachery of the Boltons, and the dire straits that my house has found itself in meant much and more to me. Having the men of the Karhold alongside us has eased a great many burdens that I have."
"It is our duty, and our honor, to stand beside House Stark. We are kin, Stark and Karstark. Honor demands that we stand with our Liege Lord."
"And for that, allow me to express my gratitude. I understand that your nephew, Harrion, is being held by the Lannisters?"
"He is, Your Grace."
"It is a grave risk you take then, declaring so openly for my House when your Lord is held captive. Do you not fear that Tywin Lannister will have him executed?"
Jon could practically hear Cregan cursing under his breath at having walked into another trap where his own words could be used against him. Cregan was clearly not a stupid man, but he was in an impossible position here at Winterfell. He wanted Alys back to wed himself, but he had to show the proper deference and loyalty to his King along with at least feigning concern for his Liege Lord and nephew.
Cregan replied, "Of course, Sire. My father and I thought long and hard on this, and we nearly decided to claim neutrality in the dispute between the Iron Throne and Winterfell. But no sooner had the words left our lips, then we felt such shame at the idea of betraying your house. We knew then that regardless of the cost, we must hold true to our vows to House Stark."
Jon was impressed. Cregan had neatly avoided stating that he wished his nephew would remain safe, while at the same phrasing his reply in such a way that none could accuse him of disloyalty. Jon felt himself both respecting the man's cunning and loathing him for how he planned to use it. By now they had reached his solar and Jon ushered the man inside before removing Longclaw from his back and placing it close to hand against his desk and taking his own seat behind the desk.
"A hard choice to make, My Lord. But one I am sure that you and your father weighed fully before making."
"It was. But are we not Northmen? Are hard choices not part and parcel of our daily lives? For when the snows fall, and nothing green has been seen for years, is it not then that many of our number will chose to go on a hunt, to ensure that his family can survive, even at the cost of his own life?"
"That is so. More's the pity that it is often the wisest of us that must make that choice. For afterwards, we are left all the poorer for not having their counsel any longer."
Jon paused for a long moment, only the crackling of the fire in the hearth could be heard in the room as the two man sat and watched each other. They were both clearly looking for some opening, some advantage to exploit, in this contest of wits. Jon leaned back in his chair and effected a nonchalant air while he waited to see who would be the first to break the silence.
Cregan cracked first. Once he could no longer stand the silence, he said, "Your Grace...I, I feel I must ask. Have you had word of my niece? I would dearly love to see her returned safely to the Karhold."
Jon smirked a bit. He had him. "Why, as a matter of fact I have had word of your niece, My Lord. She came to us several days past, half dead from exhaustion, and telling a tale of such intrigue and treachery I could scarce believe it. I hesitated to mention her previously since I wished to judge what she was saying for myself.
"The accusations that she made, My Lord, they were enough to boil a man's blood. Perhaps they were but the ravings of a woman on the verge of collapse, and who struggled to separate her memories in her mind. And the threats she related to me of a forced marriage came not from you, but from those who wished her harm.
"When the mind is feverish, it can often confuse one set of memories with another. I have no wish to punish those who are innocent, My Lord. A fevered mind rarely makes coherent claims." Jon let his face harden and his voice grew colder. "But should her accusations prove true, I will respond with all the power and fury at my disposal. Are we clear on that, Lord Karstark?"
He saw Cregan visibly swallow and jerkily nod his head. "We...we are, Your Grace."
In an instant, Jon was all smiles again and told Cregan, "Good. Allow me to say, Lady Alys is well and seems to have suffered no ill effects from her journey to Winterfell." Jon paused and pulled a cord that hung near his desk. In an instant a servant appeared and Jon told him, "Gariss, would you please send down to the kitchens and ask them to bring bread and salt up to us? And a bottle of hippocras as well."
"As you command, Your Grace," the man replied.
Cregan now visibly relaxed that he could see he would indeed be offered Guest Right. He said to his King, "I thank you for telling me, Sire. That is good to hear. I was concerned for her health and safety."
"I have no doubt. I wish to address something of great importance with you now, though. As you said in the courtyard, it is time that our houses stand together as one. Let us bind our houses together. I would make Lady Alys my bride, and my Queen. What say you, My Lord?"
Jon could see the anger and fear mixed on Cregan's face. His father's plan to usurp the Karhold had been neatly swept out from under them with the offer of a marriage contract that could not be easily refused. Through gritted teeth, Cregan replied, "We would be honored to accept, Your Grace."
"Good!" Before Jon could say more, there came a knock on the door and a servant entered carrying the requested bread and salt with a warm bottle of hippocras on a tray. "Thank you, Will. You can place the tray on the desk."
Once the man had withdrawn, Jon offered the bread and salt to Cregan and poured two glasses of hippocras. Jon said, without a trace of the loathing he felt for this man in his voice, "My Lord, we have much and more to discuss. Let us be about it."
"I appreciate the trust that you have placed in me to be your King. And I acknowledge the risk you have taken in choosing a man who, as yet, has no children to succeed him. Therefore, I have decided to wed. I know many of you have hoped to see a match made to one of your own daughters, sisters or nieces. And all would be a worthy match. But in light of the events that transpired at the Red Wedding, and events that have taken place since, I have asked Lady Alys Karstark to become my Queen."
Jon could already see the countenances of some of his Lords beginning to darken over his choice. In order to counter this ill feeling, he would have to explain his choice to them much as he had to Smalljon. Therefore he continued, "My Lords, while you have all accepted me as your King, and you rightly expect rewards for your leal service, rewards which you shall receive in due time, as King I must ensure that I make decisions that are best the entirety of the North. And one of those decisions involves ensuring one of our number is brought back fully into the fold. Like many of you, I too have heard of House Karstark's alleged betrayal of my brother at the Red Wedding."
Jon paused for a moment and glanced at Alys. His newly betrothed had both the good grace and sense to hang her head in shame as several of the gathered Lords in the solar also looked in her direction. Jon took a breath and said, "My Lords, we need all the strength we can gather now. If a marriage to House Karstark returns their strength to us, then so be it. While winter is coming, the war is far from over. And we will need the levies that House Karstark can provide, particularly should the Lannisters send men to join with Roose Bolton as I fear they might. We do not make peace with our friends, My Lords, but with those with whom we have fought. And the surest means of making peace, is with a marriage."
When he finished speaking, Lord Glover stood and said, "Your Grace, I do not like this proposed match. I would far prefer to see you wed to one of Lord Umber's sisters or to one of Lord Manderly's granddaughters. One of Lady Dacey's sisters would also please me more. But you are our King. And your words have wisdom buried in them. All here know that a marriage between those of noble blood is often as not a political one. And I for one can find no fault in the reason for yours. So while I may not like your choice in queen, neither will I oppose it. House Glover stands with House Stark, just as we have for a thousand years."
Medger Cerwyn also stood and said, "House Cerwyn stands with you, Your Grace."
"As does House Manderly," cried Ser Marlon.
"House Umber is yours to command, Your Grace," declared Smalljon.
"Bear Island is with you, My King," said Dacey.
The Mountain Clansmen stood as one and told him with one voice, "We stand with The Stark. By earth and water, by ice and fire, we swear it."
Even the two Bryndens amongst them, Ser Brynden Tully and Brynden Blackwood, stood and pledged their fealty to him and his house anew. Jon nodded his thanks and said, "Thank you, My Lords. Your loyalty shall not be forgotten. Now let us be about our duties, for we all have much to prepare for."
As his Lords and Ladies stood, Jon said, "Lord Glover, would you remain for a moment?"
"Certainly, Your Grace."
As the room emptied Galbart made his way from where he sat to where the King the stood looking out the window over the training yard. Jon turned slightly to his right and extended his hand to clasp Lord Glover's arm. "You have my thanks for speaking as you did, My Lord. You and your House are much respected in the North, and your words carry a great deal of weight."
Galbart nodded his head and replied, "No thanks in necessary, Your Grace. What I said, I meant. I would have preferred to see you reward one of those who have served you loyally with a match, but your point in needing all the strength we can gather to us is a valid one. While I like to think that my own House wields great strength, I would be a fool not to acknowledge that House Karstark is many times more powerful than mine. Having their banners flying amongst our own once again improves the odds of our success immeasurably."
"Nonetheless, the way you voiced your support means much and more to me. But come, let us speak together as men before we go our separate ways to fight the upcoming battles. As I understand it, you have a ward that you're fostering at Deepwood?"
"I do, Your Grace. Larence Snow. He is the natural born son of Halys Hornwood. Halys and I were close when we were younger, and he asked me to foster his son. I was happy to do so. From all the reports that I have seen from before my home fell to the Ironborn, the boy has turned out to be both smart and brave."
"That pleases me to hear, Lord Galbart. I heard how both Lord Halys and his heir died in the South under Robb, you have my condolences for their loss, My Lord."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"Did you know Lady Donella?"
"I did. She was a good woman. Halys loved her, and it shamed him that he had dishonored her by fathering Larence. But they were able to largely patch the holes in their relationship after. It boiled my blood to hear of how she was treated by Bolton's bastard."
"It inflamed us all, My Lord. His behavior was a disgrace to all in the North. For everything that Theon Turncloak did wrong in his life, he at least did that one thing right in ridding us of Ramsay Snow."
"Aye, we can thank him for killing the bastard at least."
"Back to Larence Snow, though. You've said he's brave and smart. But is he a good man?"
"I've not seen him I marched south with the Young Wolf, Your Grace. So my opinion may be wrong, but yes. I would say that he was growing into a fine man when I last saw him. Perhaps you should speak to my goodsister? She has seen him far more recently than I have."
"I will take your word on him, My Lord."
Jon walked to his desk, picked up a quill and a sheet of parchment and began to write. While he wrote, he said, "When you see him, My Lord, give him this. Tell him that House Stark remembers. Tell him House Stark rewards those who stand with them. And tell him his House has been avenged."
When he finished speaking, he handed the open letter to Galbart, and watched him read it. Lord Galbart read the letter with his eyes while speaking the words softly under his breath. The letter read, "By order of the King in the North, from this day until your last day, let it be known by all that you are henceforth Larence Hornwood, Trueborn son and heir of Halys Hornwood, and Lord of Hornwood. This proclamation is made and signed this day before Lord Galbart Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North."
"Your Grace, I..."
Jon looked at the Lord of Deepwood Motte and saw the depth of feeling in the man at seeing his foster son raised to Lordship and given a true name. He told him, "My Lord, House Stark remembers. This is but the beginning of how we shall reward those who honor us by their leal service."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
Jon nodded, clapped Galbart on the shoulder and told him, "Think nothing of it, My Lord."
Jon paused for a moment, and his face wore a calculating look. When he continued, he said, "My Lord, the legitimization of your ward will be but the start of the rewards for your House. In the future, I will remember your name for further honors. But for now, we both have much and more to do before we take the fight to our enemies. Therefore, let us be about our duties."
While Lord Glover went to rally his men and prepare them to retake his home, Jon paused outside his solar before deciding on his own actions. He had a thousand things to do, but it could all wait a while longer. There was something else that needed to come first. Turning on his heels, he headed for the crypts, with Ghost right beside him.
When he stood before his father's crypt, Jon felt the tears well in his eyes. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, questions that he would never get the answers to now. But more than that, he missed his father. Lord Stark had never treated him as anything other than his son, and he had loved him for that. He wondered what Father would think of his sons now? Of his four sons, three had been lost to treachery, and two had worn crowns. What would Eddard Stark think of having a King in the North rule once again, a King born of his loins? Would he have been proud of him and Robb? Or would he chastise them for turning against their Liege, raising their banners and declaring themselves free from the Iron Throne? He didn't know, and he wanted to know, to hear his father's words, just one more time.
"It doesn't look like him," Jon heard from his left.
He had jumped a bit at his sister's approach. He hadn't even heard Arya approach. "Do you always move so quietly," he asked her?
Arya quirked a smile and said, "It doesn't look like him. They should have found someone who knew his face."
Jon returned her smile with a sad one of his own. "Everyone that knew his face was either dead or gone south with Robb."
"Why doesn't Robb have a statue?"
"He will, Little Sister. I don't have a stone mason skilled enough to carve one for Robb. Not yet, anyway. We still need to recover his bones, and Father's as well. Both will be well remembered here though, you have my word on that."
They stood together in silence for long minutes before Arya said in a quiet voice, "Why didn't you tell me, Jon?"
Jon hung his head. He knew this question was coming as soon as he saw his sister. He was ashamed of himself for not telling his sister about his betrothal first, but he had done what he had to do. He told her, "I'm sorry, Arya. Lady Alys and I were on our way to tell you when Smalljon found us and I was forced into planning the war against the Boltons. I had to tell my Bannermen about it. It was important to show them that I was taking my duty as King seriously, and I needed to judge their reaction to see if they would stand with us or turn their cloaks. I needed to know that before we left the castle and rode off to war. Are you very mad at me?"
Arya shook her head and said, "No. You're the King and you need a Queen. I heard what your reason for choosing her were. Why would I care who you wed?"
"Because you're my sister. Because we've already lost one brother because of who he wed, and our sister is a hostage because of who she was forced to wed. This matters, Arya. And it matters to me what you think."
"Jon, you've already announced it. I could scream and yell and tell you you're being stupid, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I don't think you're being stupid though. She's a good choice. She brings one of the strongest Houses in the North along with her. You're going to need those swords to win."
Jon looked in surprise at his little sister. Since when did Arya know, or care, about things such as this? Arya saw the look on his face broke into a heartfelt laugh. She told him, "You should see your face! Just because I don't want to wed doesn't mean I don't understand why people wed."
Jon had just opened his mouth to respond when a voice from the entrance to the crypts faintly called, "Your Grace! Your Grace, your presence is needed in the courtyard, Sire!"
Jon replied in a strong voice, "Very well, I shall be there presently!" Then he looked down at Arya and told her, "Ever since Smalljon, Dacey and Ser Marlon came to get me from Castle Black, I have yet to get more than a single moment to myself. If this is what being King is, I'm beginning to see why Robert was driven to drink!"
Both he and Arya had a well earned laugh at that, one that the both of them needed. "Come, let's go see what they need for me this time."
At the top of the stairs, a guardsmen stood waiting for him. The man told him, "Your Grace, a group of riders has been spotted. They are flying Karstark banners."
Jon's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. Unless he was grossly mistaken, that would be Cregan Karstark looking for Lady Alys. Well know, this could be quite interesting. He asked the guard, "How far out are they?"
"Two miles, Your Grace."
Jon's lips flattened into a thin line as he ran through his options. Finally, he nodded his head and said, "Very well. Prepare to receive them in the main courtyard. Send a runner to the kitchens, tell them to have bread and salt brought out. But have your men prepared to answer any treachery should it arise. I will return to the courtyard shortly."
"Yes, Your Grace," the man replied and ran off.
Jon turned on his heels to head to the Great Keep and said, "Arya, come with me. I want you to remain with Lady Alys while I meet with her uncle, at least until I can determine how much of a problem he's going to be. Besides, I'd like you to meet her and get to know her. She's a stranger here in Winterfell, and it would mean much and more to me if she could look upon you as her sister."
Arya rolled her eyes at him and grudgingly said, "Fine. Just don't try and put a set of sewing needles in my hands. I've already got my Needle."
Jon barked out a short, sharp laugh and mussed his little sister's hair. "You have naught to fear of that happening from me, Little Sister. Thank you, though. I appreciate you doing this for me."
The two practically ran to his chambers where he knocked on the door and waited till he heard a muffled "Come!" from Lady Alys. Opening the door, Jon escorted Arya into the room where he saw Lady Alys reading a book that looked as if it predated Aegon's Conquest. Jon walked up to her, took her hand in his own, and pressed it briefly to his lips in greetings while murmuring, "My Lady."
As Alys rose from her chair, Jon said, "My Lady, allow me to introduce my sister, Princess Arya, of House Stark."
Alys curtseyed and said, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Princess."
"Lady Alys," Arya replied. "How are you finding Winterfell?"
"Your home is beautiful, Your Grace. And far larger than the Karhold. I look forward to learning the castle better and making it my home as well."
Jon cut in before Arya could reply and said, "My Lady, I come with news. Your uncle has been seen approaching Winterfell. He will be here in no more than a few minutes."
Even as he was speaking, he could see the color draining from Alys's face, and her hand dropped to the desk by her side as if to hold herself upright. Jon quickly took her other hand in his own and told her, "You have naught to fear. As a guest of Winterfell, and as my betrothed, no harm shall come to you. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New. I will deal with your uncle and all will be well. You have my word."
In a soft voice, Alys said, "Thank you, Your Grace."
"My sister will remain here with you while I speak to your uncle, and I will have guards posted outside the door as well." Jon smiled as his soon to be wife and told her, "Have no fear, My Lady. For my little sister has learned her lessons well and is quite skilled with her Needle."
Alys gave him a quizzical look and asked, "How will being skilled with a sewing needle protect me? I could use help making the dress that I am to be wed in, but..."
From behind him, he could hear Arya snickering followed by the sigh of steel being drawn from leather. Alys's eyes went wide as Arya told her, "This is my Needle, Alys. You can keep your sewing needles, I have a Needle of my own."
"Fear not, Alys. My sister does know how to use it. Though I doubt it will come to that. Your uncle will have to get through me first, and I don't believe he will wish to do that."
Alys squeezed his hand, looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you, Jon. Go, be about your duty. I trust you."
Jon gave her a smile once more, nodded at Arya, swept up Longclaw and his crown from where they lay in the outer room, and strode out of the chamber with his cloak billowing behind him. Jon strapped his sword across his back, once again making a mental note to have a new swordbelt made to wear Longclaw around his waist. He had grown much since Lord Commander Mormont had gifted him the sword, and he would no longer drag the blade in the dirt if he wore it on his hip.
As he settled the crown on his head, Jon once again felt the weight of his responsibility land upon him. The weight never truly left him, but when he wasn't wearing his crown, it somehow seemed to be less than it was. Perhaps it was just what the crown symbolized? Or mayhaps its weight on his head served as a reminder to him of the trust the Lords of the North were placing in him? Regardless, he felt that weight settle upon him more when he wore the crown.
Upon his arrival in the courtyard, he could just see the Karstark men approaching the outer gate. He could see the apprehension on their faces, for the alleged treason of their House at the Red Wedding was well known. That they had not been met with a flight of arrows immediately upon coming into range must have seemed a good omen to them, but they were clearly still concerned that they were being allowed into the castle only for Jon and his men to fall upon them within.
But honor and courage clearly compelled them to continue, no man could lay claim to bravery by shying away from what appeared to be an open invitation to enter his Lord's castle. And the Karstarks had already pledged their fealty to him. In Cregan's mind, he should have little reason to fear his King. But Jon knew in his heart that he would gladly mount Cregan and Arnolf's heads on spikes if they so much as waged a finger in a way that he didn't like. His heart still lusted for vengeance against those that had perpetrated the Red Wedding, and their actions towards Alys had galled him to no end. He was willing to extend an olive branch of peace to them, in recognition of the need to unite the North rather than see it riven with more fissures. But should they prove unworthy of his peace offering, he would gladly crush them for their crimes.
But as Cregan entered the yard, the man had the good sense to dismount from his destrier and immediately drop to one knee with his head bowed and greeted him with a murmured, "Your Grace."
"Arise, Lord Cregan. Be welcome to Winterfell. What brings you so far from your own lands?"
"Duty, My King. House Stark has called for aid, and House Karstark answers. As it was when our houses were one, so let it be again. House Karstark will stand with the Stark in Winterfell."
"House Stark welcomes your aid, My Lord. It pleases to me to hear of your desire for our houses to be as one once again. And perhaps we can make our houses one in truth as well. You have a niece, Alys, do you not?"
Jon could see the realization dawning on Cregan's face. His own flowery words of fealty to his King were being used to thwart his true purpose in coming to Winterfell. The man stuttered and replied, "Well, errrm, I. Yes, Your Grace. I do, ummm, as a matter of fact, that was my second reason for coming to you. You see, Alys has disappeared from the Karhold. We feared she may have been taken against her will and the tracks we were following led in the direction of Winterfell. Not that we have any reason to suspect you had any hand in her disappearance, Sire. But we thought that you might aid us in rescuing her, as you know the lands around Winterfell best."
Jon had to fight to keep the grin off his face. This was almost too easy for him. Instead of giving into the laughter that threatened to burst forth from his lips, he said, "Walk with my My Lord. Let us discuss how Winterfell may be of assistance to you."
Cregan glanced furtively at the bread and salt that Jon had ordered prepared. He knew the man wished to be offered Guest Right, since it was plain that he was beginning to realize that perhaps Jon knew more than he was letting on, and he was growing fearful of his safety. But the man couldn't ask for Guest Right without offering him a great insult, and Jon knew he would not do that. He saw Cregan swallow and say, "Of course, Your Grace."
As Jon slowly began to walk towards the Great Keep and his own solar, he heard Cregan's heavy footsteps beside him. Jon decided to try and put the man more at ease in the hope that perhaps he would let more slip than he intended. He said, "I was grateful to receive the raven from your father, pledging fealty to me and my house. His loyalty in the face of adversity, the treachery of the Boltons, and the dire straits that my house has found itself in meant much and more to me. Having the men of the Karhold alongside us has eased a great many burdens that I have."
"It is our duty, and our honor, to stand beside House Stark. We are kin, Stark and Karstark. Honor demands that we stand with our Liege Lord."
"And for that, allow me to express my gratitude. I understand that your nephew, Harrion, is being held by the Lannisters?"
"He is, Your Grace."
"It is a grave risk you take then, declaring so openly for my House when your Lord is held captive. Do you not fear that Tywin Lannister will have him executed?"
Jon could practically hear Cregan cursing under his breath at having walked into another trap where his own words could be used against him. Cregan was clearly not a stupid man, but he was in an impossible position here at Winterfell. He wanted Alys back to wed himself, but he had to show the proper deference and loyalty to his King along with at least feigning concern for his Liege Lord and nephew.
Cregan replied, "Of course, Sire. My father and I thought long and hard on this, and we nearly decided to claim neutrality in the dispute between the Iron Throne and Winterfell. But no sooner had the words left our lips, then we felt such shame at the idea of betraying your house. We knew then that regardless of the cost, we must hold true to our vows to House Stark."
Jon was impressed. Cregan had neatly avoided stating that he wished his nephew would remain safe, while at the same phrasing his reply in such a way that none could accuse him of disloyalty. Jon felt himself both respecting the man's cunning and loathing him for how he planned to use it. By now they had reached his solar and Jon ushered the man inside before removing Longclaw from his back and placing it close to hand against his desk and taking his own seat behind the desk.
"A hard choice to make, My Lord. But one I am sure that you and your father weighed fully before making."
"It was. But are we not Northmen? Are hard choices not part and parcel of our daily lives? For when the snows fall, and nothing green has been seen for years, is it not then that many of our number will chose to go on a hunt, to ensure that his family can survive, even at the cost of his own life?"
"That is so. More's the pity that it is often the wisest of us that must make that choice. For afterwards, we are left all the poorer for not having their counsel any longer."
Jon paused for a long moment, only the crackling of the fire in the hearth could be heard in the room as the two man sat and watched each other. They were both clearly looking for some opening, some advantage to exploit, in this contest of wits. Jon leaned back in his chair and effected a nonchalant air while he waited to see who would be the first to break the silence.
Cregan cracked first. Once he could no longer stand the silence, he said, "Your Grace...I, I feel I must ask. Have you had word of my niece? I would dearly love to see her returned safely to the Karhold."
Jon smirked a bit. He had him. "Why, as a matter of fact I have had word of your niece, My Lord. She came to us several days past, half dead from exhaustion, and telling a tale of such intrigue and treachery I could scarce believe it. I hesitated to mention her previously since I wished to judge what she was saying for myself.
"The accusations that she made, My Lord, they were enough to boil a man's blood. Perhaps they were but the ravings of a woman on the verge of collapse, and who struggled to separate her memories in her mind. And the threats she related to me of a forced marriage came not from you, but from those who wished her harm.
"When the mind is feverish, it can often confuse one set of memories with another. I have no wish to punish those who are innocent, My Lord. A fevered mind rarely makes coherent claims." Jon let his face harden and his voice grew colder. "But should her accusations prove true, I will respond with all the power and fury at my disposal. Are we clear on that, Lord Karstark?"
He saw Cregan visibly swallow and jerkily nod his head. "We...we are, Your Grace."
In an instant, Jon was all smiles again and told Cregan, "Good. Allow me to say, Lady Alys is well and seems to have suffered no ill effects from her journey to Winterfell." Jon paused and pulled a cord that hung near his desk. In an instant a servant appeared and Jon told him, "Gariss, would you please send down to the kitchens and ask them to bring bread and salt up to us? And a bottle of hippocras as well."
"As you command, Your Grace," the man replied.
Cregan now visibly relaxed that he could see he would indeed be offered Guest Right. He said to his King, "I thank you for telling me, Sire. That is good to hear. I was concerned for her health and safety."
"I have no doubt. I wish to address something of great importance with you now, though. As you said in the courtyard, it is time that our houses stand together as one. Let us bind our houses together. I would make Lady Alys my bride, and my Queen. What say you, My Lord?"
Jon could see the anger and fear mixed on Cregan's face. His father's plan to usurp the Karhold had been neatly swept out from under them with the offer of a marriage contract that could not be easily refused. Through gritted teeth, Cregan replied, "We would be honored to accept, Your Grace."
"Good!" Before Jon could say more, there came a knock on the door and a servant entered carrying the requested bread and salt with a warm bottle of hippocras on a tray. "Thank you, Will. You can place the tray on the desk."
Once the man had withdrawn, Jon offered the bread and salt to Cregan and poured two glasses of hippocras. Jon said, without a trace of the loathing he felt for this man in his voice, "My Lord, we have much and more to discuss. Let us be about it."