Chapter 17

POV Change- Alexander Baratheon (18):

I felt Arya tense after my words then relax and when I got a closer look at her eye, I saw them turn cold, I honestly began thinking that I might have to subdue her before she did something she would regret. But then again would the death of Joffrey really be that bad, I mean if she did do it, I could take the blame and with the men I have now I could make it back to the capital no problem and from there it would just be a matter of boarding my ships and sailing back to Essos.

Before I could continue thinking about the premature death of Joffrey Arya brushed my hand off her shoulder before throwing the sword into the river and running off in the direction of the camp.

Without thinking further on the possible murder of Joffrey I turned to two of my men, "Go after the Stark girl and make sure she gets back to her farther safely, kill anyone that stands in your way."

With their instructions they ran off to complete them when Sansa came running to Joffrey and tried consoling him and showering him in affection.

Leaving them to their own devices I turned to Apollyon and whispered for only her to hear, "Go back to camp with however many men you need and go look for a wolf among our kills the last few days that looks similar to the starks Dire Wolf and get ready for a switch."

With a nod she walked off with five more men to complete her task.

"Dragon spawn don't just stand there get me to safety you fool," the insufferable idiot commended from the grown covered in blood, tears, and snot.

Turning to look at the mess that was my brother I saw a distinct wet patch on his trousers, I couldn't help the smirk that made its way on my face after seeing that. Turning to the remainder of my men I gave them their instructions to get Joffrey to a physician and to escort Sansa to her farther.

Once that was done and everyone made their way back to camp I was left alone, "And so begins the first of many conflicts."

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We were all gathered in the main hall waiting for the mock mini trial to begin, everyone of import was in attendance, Joffrey was nursing his injured arm cradling it while trying to sink into our mothers embrace further while the king was seated in the only chair available in the middle of the kingsguard and the Queen.

I was off to the side leaning against the wall while cutting an apple and taking the few occasional bits waiting for the show to begin while watching Arya squirm as she was the centre of attention while the king asked questions of what had happened earlier in the day.

As if sensing his daughters distress Lord Stark made his entrance while marching through the crowd pushing all those in his way aside while he made his way to his daughter and embraced her and asked if she was okay. When he was satisfied that no harm had befallen her, he turned to address the King and the man he once saw as a brother.

"What is the meaning of this? Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?" he questioned everyone in attendance while turning to make eye contact with as many people as he could, but his real focus was on the king.

"How dare you speak to your king like that?" Cerci questioned, trying and failing to intimidate the man. It really seemed as though she thought that she was the only person on the planet who cared for their children and would do anything for.

"Quiet woman," the King gave her side glance and shut her up before she could continue. He had effectively shown everyone in attendance that the Queen didn't have his support and that she had no authority.

"Sorry Ned, we didn't mean to frighten the girl," at that I couldn't help but scoff because if that was true then he would have let her see her father then summoned them both or just dealt with it quietly between the royal family and the Starks.

Hearing my scoff Robert sent me a glare telling me to silence myself and keep my thoughts where they were, in my head away from any to hear.

"We need to get this business done quickly."

"Your girl and that butcher's boy attacked my son, that animal of hers nearly tore his arm off," Cerci said quietly trying to salvage as much power in the conversation.

"That's no true, just… just bite him a little." Arya tried defending herself and her dire wolf but with the stutter and her age no one seemed inclined to believe her as I could see the doubt in the eyes of those here.

When the King looked to her for an explanation she pressed on, "He was hurting Mycah."

Before she could continue though Cerci interrupted, "Joffrey told us what happened, you and that boy beat him with clubs while you set your wolf on him."

My men and I laughed at that, we were there after all, from when Joffrey had swaggered over to us to when he tried killing the little girl to when he was disarmed and soiling himself while begging for his life. To think he brazen lied about the whole ordeal shocked me a little as no matter how you looked at it Joffrey still had a sword while they had clubs, it shouldn't have been a struggle at all.

"That's not what happened, ask Alex!" Arya shouted refuting the Queen with all the anger and spite she could muster.

Now why was this girl trying to drag me into this, I was just enjoying the show and now she was trying to make the centre of attention. I guess what they say is true, 'No good deed goes unpunished.'

"Yes, it is," wailed Joffrey before anyone could question me.

"They all attacked me and threw my sword in the river," Joffrey cried, and it honestly sounded as if he was close to tears.

"Liar!" Arya accused, and I don't think there has been anyone who has ever called a prince a liar before until now.

"Shut up," Joffrey squalled back.

This had just turned from a serious trial about the assault of the crown prince into an argument between children.

Before the childish argument could go any further Robert put a stop to it before demanding for Sansa and she made her entrance escorted by a kingsguard and I truly thought that they should change their name because it seemed as if they only obeyed the Queen at this point but then again who was I to judge.

After Sansa was brought to the centre of the room she was questioned by the King for the truth of the matter and she looked between her family and her intended, deciding who she should side with, and it honestly baffled me how she couldn't seem to decide who to side with. I mean on the one hand she had her family, her own flesh and blood who she had been with her whole life and on the other hand there was Joffrey who had whispered sweet nothings to her but had also tried to kill her sister right in front of her, there didn't really seem to be a choice in my eyes but then again who was I.

Unable to decide who to side with she lied saying she didn't know and that everything happened too fast for her to recall events clearly, upon hearing this Arya seemed to lose what little self-control she had left and attacked her sister.

Once she was pulled off her sister and her father had calmed her, she turned to look at am and pointed, "Ask Alex, he was there the whole time. He can tell you what happened."

'Well shit,' is all I thought.