12 years old

I've been in Winterfell for 2 years now it's my birthday today and I've just woken up let me show you my stats since I haven't done that for a while

sadly my intrigue hasn't gone up since vary isn't teaching me and the northerners aren't known for it

I decide to get out of bed and head to the hall to eat

I pass on and he smiles at me and holds out his hand for a handshake I grab him and pull him into a hug instead

"happy name-day you're grace I'll give you your gift later when no one is around it wouldn't look good the bastard of Winterfell giving the prince a gift"

I nod at him since he's surprisingly stubborn about things like this

I carry on to the main table dragging Jon along with me there I see Robb, Sansa, Arya and the young bran stark I take my seat and im instantly bombarded with congratulations for my name day it's seen as a much bigger occurrence up here with how high death rates are

"We all got you a letter of congratulations here," Robb says handing it to me

it's long but each line has different handwriting on it

we are happy to have you here in the time you've been here you have become as close as blood to us we each are going to run off some things we love about you

"I love how you never get angry with us when we do something bad" this was bran but it was written for him since he still struggles to write

"I love how you don't mind singing or sewing with me even though sewing isn't something you're best at although your voice is good" this was Sansa

"I love how you don't mind having a spar with me even if it's unladylike and you continue to encourage me to do better at it" this is Arya

"I love your resolve to do the right thing and you're carefree attitude towards people no matter their birth and if you ever need the north when im in charge it's yours to command anything for my brother in all but name" this was Robb

I hate to say it but these heartfelt words have me in near tears by the honesty and the smiles they show as I read it

I've become a big brother figure to them all being 1 year older than Robb and Jon and even older than the others

ned walks in on the scene and smiles at the family bond we share and how I included Jon in the group much to catlin's ire but screw her all she does is try and pair me, Sansa or complaint about the prince talking to bastards

"happy name-day your grace I got you a gift"

he hands me a pommel for my hammer that's a wolf with antlers quite fitting with who my parents are

"thank you lord stark and stop calling me your grace it's orys be honoured not many lords get to call me by my name," I say well laughing with the stark children

"very well orys anyway all of you eat up before you're food goes cold 'winter is coming after all' and during that time food is hard to get especially up north"

before I eat I take the hammer of my back but before I take off the pommel ser arys comes over and gives me a box I look at him and say "what's this" he points to it and says "a gift from his grace" everyone is looking at it in astonishment

I open it up quickly and what's inside is a massive war hammer ned's eyes wide at it "I can't believe it Robbert sent you his hammer from the trident he never let anyone touch it not even me" hearing this makes me blush because of my fathers show of affection

I pick it up and I find it to be, heavy but perfect weight for a hammer to bust breastplates I take of its pommel and put on lord Stark's it feels weightless if I hold it with two hands I stand up and give it a few test swings it's good this almost beats the letter from the stark's but they are family hell Arya bran Sansa and Robb call me brother so does Jon but he only does it in private

I quickly eat my meal and tell ser arys to follow me to the practice yard at the yard the starks have come to watch start it out with an overhead which ser arys dodges he comes for an attack but I block it with the hammers handle I go for a head butt which staggers him I then shoulder charge im and put the dagger I keep on my thigh to his throat a quick match but I've been fighting him for 2 years I know he doesn't do well with dodging headbutts

the starks and other people in winterfell as I help up ser arys he puts a hand on my shoulder and says "a fantastic match you're grace barristan and Jamie would be proud of you're growth"

I nod to him and he falls in step behind me

"you have to teach me to do it orys you were all swing and bash it was amazing"

"of course I will teach you but your body is still too small so when you get bigger I will teach you they will know you as Arya the expert swordsman" I boomed

ned stark was looking nostalgic probably thinking I look like a young Robert

I hope it's not Robert now since it's around this time that he started packing on the pounds, not at beginning of story big but still pretty large

"with this weapon let my enemies shake in fear from orys Baratheon future king of the seven kingdoms and once I get back to the capital in 4 years I will make many reforms and get this kingdom in order

I went over to him and he gave me his part of the letter

I love the fact that you don't judge me for my birth and if you ever need aid my sword is yours

I look up and said "of course and you're coming south with me then in 4 years maybe you can be in my kingsguard you've got the sword talent for it"

that's the end hoped you enjoyed this chapter it was just to expand on the relationships between orys and the starks it's also to prove he's got northern loyalty from more than lyanna being his mother