Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 94 - - Negotiations with Free Folk (I)

"Betrayal is a painful thing, it always comes from the people you least expect." Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell.

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"Hoster Tully wanted his blood on the Iron Throne to get Riverrun out of its predicament, so he married off his daughters to Lord Stark and Lord Arryn, but his plan failed when Jon Arryn and Eddard Stark refused to sit on the Iron Throne. The letter that reached Lord Rickard came from the hand of Lisa Tully. Although Catelyn was innocent in that respect, since she didn't know about the conspiracy," Aenar added in a calm tone, his voice terribly cold and murderous.

Eddard felt his chest tighten at the name of Hoster Tully and Lisa Tully. He wanted to laugh at the tragic situation, but no laughter came from his lips, only a deep bitterness in his heart. He had married the daughter of the man who had used the lives of his father and brother as pawns in a larger conspiracy.

After twelve years of marriage Eddard had obviously learned to love Catelyn, but he still felt as if he had been betrayed and was filled with rage.

Robb opened his mouth and widened his eyes, he wanted to say something, but found himself unable to utter any words. He discovered that almost all of his relatives had either died because of conspiracies or were the conspirators themselves. He wondered why a Throne was so important...

"Uncle, I know you must be full of rage right now, but put that rage aside for a moment and when I begin my reconquest, Hoster Tully's head is yours." Aenar spoke with a calm tone, he too was angry, but he had to control himself, he was no mere mortal. His fury could have devastating consequences.

Eddard regained his composure and nodded. However, he didn't know how he would look at his wife again. Although Catelyn was not to blame or aware of her father's conspiracy, he still felt extreme discomfort at the thought of marrying the daughter of the man who had killed his father and brother.

"What do you want to do, Your Grace?" Eddard looked at his nephew with a seemingly calm gaze, he didn't doubt Aenar's words. Although lies could be told, true anger and hatred could not be forged. If such a thing could be done by Aenar, then Eddard had to regret that he had raised his nephew wrong.

"Summon all vassals to Winterfell, all of whom must swear allegiance to me, bend the knee and accept my claim." When Aenar said this, he was looking directly at Lord Medger of House Cerwyn.

Medger swallowed, he wasn't as stupid as the other Lords of the North, but faced with Aenar and that frightening look, the man preferred to kneel.

"Your Grace, my sword and those of my vassals are at your disposal. I will fight for your causes and honor your laws in my fiefdom."

Medger knelt and swore allegiance to Aenar without much reluctance. If his lord, Eddard, could forgive his nephew and fight alongside him, who was he to harbor a grudge against House Targaryen? Moreover, House Cerwyn had suffered little in the war twelve years ago, which made his decision even easier.

"I accept your oath, Lord Medger of House Cerwyn. There will always be a place for you on my hearth as a guest, and I will serve you bread and salt as the laws of hospitality dictate. I will never give you orders that tarnish the honor of your house or your descendants." Aenar accepted Medger's oath with a satisfied look, although he knew that things wouldn't be so easy with the other Noble Houses of the North.

Especially Houses Dustin, House Ryswells and House Glover. These three houses hold strong grudges against House Targaryen, the Lords of House Dustin and House Ryswells died in the Tower of Joy at the point of the same sword that Leda was holding at that moment.

After watching the Lord of House Cerwyn bend his knees before Aenar, Eddard spoke in a calm, tired tone. "I'll send the ravens, but it should take one to two moons for them all to reach Winterfell."

He himself would kneel to Aenar at the right moment when all the Lords and Ladys of the North were present to help his nephew gain more allies without too much bloodshed.

But knowing the customs of the North, he knew there would be bloodshed in the Great Hall, perhaps a few severed hands or even fingers.

Eddard himself cut off some fingers of certain lords to make those Northern lords stop arguing about who would lead the army twelve years ago.

Aenar nodded and wasn't surprised at the delay, the North was the largest kingdom in size, even at war it took a long time for the entire Northern army to come together successfully.

But Aenar wouldn't stay in Winterfell all that time, he would stay at the Wall and personally lead the arrival of the Wildlings in the North. He wanted to be firmly in possession of the Horn of Winter. He never doubted that people could do crazy, insane things when they were angry.

"I'll go to the Wall, when all the Lords of the North gather at Winterfell, send a raven to Castle Black." Aenar said to Eddard.

Of course, Eddard knew why Aenar was going to the Wall, the arrival of the wildlings in the North after thousands of years of hatred and blood.

"Robb, you will accompany the king on the journey to the Wall and act as my representative." Eddard spoke with a calm tone. He felt it was time for Robb to start seeing the world and his son being at Aenar's side would reassure him

Something that shocked Robb. He never imagined that his father would allow him to leave Winterfell at this time, especially with war so close on the horizon. However, the Heir of Winterfell had a big, excited smile on his lips. He would finally be out of this castle.

Aenar smiled too, he had originally thought that Eddard would send Rodrik Cassel as his representative, but unexpectedly the Lord of Winterfell had chosen his own son.

"I won't bring dishonor to House Stark, Father." Robb promised, beating his chest with a determined expression.

Eddard smiled gently at his son, although his marriage wasn't a bed of flowers at first, he couldn't be happier with so many sons and daughters.

"I'll get ready." Robb spoke as he left extremely quickly, the news that he was about to leave surpassing even the news that his grandfather was a traitor and murderer another grandfather and uncle of his. Or rather, he was using this trip to focus on something else or he would start to hate his mother, something he didn't want to happen.

Aenar looked at Robb's back with a deep gaze, he could tell that although the Heir of Winterfell was happy, there was a deep bitterness in his gaze. Rickard was also his grandfather, but Rickard Stark died at the hands of Aerys Targaryen, his grandfather. You could say that everyone killed everyone without any discretion.

Whether it was Robb or Aenar, they both had grandfathers who killed each other or conspired to kill. This affects people, especially those who valued family above all else. Like Robb and Eddard.

The relationships and blood feuds of House Stark, Targaryen and Tully were really powerful and confusing.

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Letting out a sigh, Aenar focused on Leda, the girl had grown a few centimeters in the short time he had been away. It was her period of rapid growth after the Blood Ceremony (I'll start calling it that) and the girl had probably eaten a lot of food.

Leda stood next to Aenar and showed a satisfied expression, she didn't like leaving her king alone, even with Caraxes to protect him.

"I'll bathe and sleep, Lord Stark, I probably won't join you to break my fast at night." Aenar spoke in a calm tone, he didn't feel like dining with other people and preferred the silence of his room with Leda.

Eddard nodded, he himself hadn't planned to have dinner tonight, now he just wanted to sleep and face a new day rested and without anger, he didn't want to do or say anything to Catelyn that would hurt her.

"Lord Stark." Aenar suddenly spoke, looking at Eddard with a deep gaze. "Lady Catelyn must not leave Winterfell for life, should she disregard this order, I will consider her a traitor and cut off her head."

Honestly, the only reason Catelyn wasn't dead was because she was her uncle's wife and the mother of his cousins. Otherwise, her fate would be similar to what will happen to Lisa Tull in the future, she will die in very painful ways, especially the current Lord Paramount of the Trident, Hoster Tully.

Although Catelyn remained in exile in Winterfell, it was better than dying and the only concession he could make in respect for Eddard and Robb.

Eddard looked gratefully at his nephew, he knew how much Aenar hated his wife. And although Catelyn was a difficult person, she was a good mother and an excellent wife.

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