Hello everyone, here is Chapter 18 of the Blue Wolf. William's return to the Seven Kingdoms was done with pomp and circumstances but now that the festivities are over, it is time to get to work. Fortunately, that is something Will excels in, and he begins to get back into the groove of things. Enjoy!

A Guiding Hand for the Future Part 1

296 AC: King's Landing

The air of King's Landing was still simmering with excitement following the recent spectacle of the tournament celebrating Prince William Baratheon's return to Westeros. Days of feasts and fun with events culminating in a grand spectacle at the grand melee. While the Joust was the final event of the tournament, it paled in comparison to combat menagerie of the melee. It was sure to be a spectacle forever lived on in the minds of those who witnessed it and then spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms by traveling merchants, minstrels, and bards. Fine new talent showcased their skills as the greatest warriors from around the Seven Kingdoms came but only one would be named champion. Steel swords clanged, wooden shields were battered and blood stained the ground with the true showcase being the incredible display of martial combat of Prince William Baratheon. Wielding two swords made of Valyrian steel, the prince cut down foe after foe, knight after knight who tried to take him down. Whether it was sword and shield, axe, spear, club, hammer, or knife none who faced him were able to stop him. His fighting style was as awe inspiring as it was deadly. Those that witnessed the melee saw the prince and his sworn shield Ser Arthur Dayne fight side by side and it was clear that the latter trained the former. Both utilized the dual sword style to devastating effect with Ser Arthur Dayne utilizing a more typical Westerosi-style manner of offensive and defensive as did the prince but there was a difference. The prince showcased a greater deal of speed, agility, and exception skill and battlefield awareness to handle all of the combatants as he did and with seemingly no great difficulty. Not only that but he showed a greater use of hand-to-hand martial combat.

Above all else, the Prince demonstrated incredible bravery going up against Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain that Rides, in single combat. Knights and Lords from all the Seven Kingdoms knew who he was and while the Smallfolk may not know specifics they knew enough about his terrifying legend to know that the Mountain was a monster. Standing two to three heads taller than full grown men, many called him a giant and he had the strength to back up such a claim. When adorned in the thickest, heaviest steel plate armor in the Seven Kingdoms, the man was a monster that none wanted to fight again. Even his weapon struck fear as he was the only one strong enough to effectively wield a six-foot, two-handed great sword in one hand with the strength to hack men in half with just a single blow. Unfortunately, history showed that the man would not use his natural gifts for noble purposes as he was nothing more than just a sadistic murderer and rapist. Often referred to as Tywin Lannister's mad dog, the man was only good for killing and instilling fear in others, both of which he delighted in. The stories of what he did to Princess Elia Martell and her children are proof enough of his savagery.

Thankfully he would no longer be a problem as he was no longer among the living. Ser Gregor was in the Grand Melee for the Prince's celebration tournament and took down any knight or man-at-arm in his way. During the melee Oberyn Martell engaged the Mountain to get revenge for his sister and her children, making a valiant effort in the process but nearly lost his life if not for the invention of the Prince. In front of all the smallfolk, visiting lords, and royal family William Baratheon showed just how skilled in combat he had gotten in his two years away. Moving with incredible agility he used his two swords to cut and chip away at the Mountain's armor until his growing anger allowed him to tough through incredible pain and put the fight back on equal footing. William was hit and tossed around, losing his swords. The Mountain picked up the offensive and attacked, forcing William on the defensive and when it seemed like all hope seemed lost and the Mountain was going to kill him, it didn't come to pass. William used his hidden blade to pierce the Mountain through the face and then took his sword back before using it to part the man's head from his body. His battle cry after cinched his victory as everyone remaining threw down their weapons in surrender.

The epic tale of that battle would live on through stories told from fathers to sons whether they be highborn or Smallfolk and in ballads sung by minstrels and bards across the Seven Kingdoms. No doubt that once the lords and knights left King's Landing the epic spectacle of the melee would remain with them for weeks, possibly moons to come along with another moment. That would be on top of the true spectacle which was near the end of the prince's celebration tournament. All the lords of the Seven Kingdoms gathered inside the Throne Room of the Red Keep to reaffirm and swear their oaths of fealty to Prince William Baratheon as heir to the Iron Throne. To many visiting lords, they thought nothing odd with the request. The prince had been gone for a while so he wanted to reaffirm his loyalties to the Seven Kingdoms and Lords of Westeros and vice versa but those more aware of the political machinations of the continent knew its true purpose. It was a power statement to all the Lord of Westeros. In front of the eyes of gods and men, he had been declared as King Robert Baratheon's crown prince and heir to the Iron Throne. So, if any of the lords or noble, namely those of the Westerlands, got any ideas about entertaining the idea of putting Joffrey forward as Heir then it would be ill-advised. Not only would they be breaking their oaths but they would be short of allies in their endeavor. Any lord and noble with a competent understanding of the politics and current military strength knew that was a losing proposition by the day. Granted, some, mainly being Queen Cersei, were too stubborn and arrogant to understand that. She still believed the Lannisters were the ruling power in the Seven Kingdoms with enough gold and men to tip the odds in her favor.

Delusional would be an appropriate word for her.

The fervor of the swearing ceremony had soon faded away in the copious wine drank and food eaten at the final feast that day. With the oaths sworn, many lords were quick to try and capitalize on an opportunity. The Crown Prince and heir had no betrothed, which meant there was a path to power. The future king would need a queen and so any ambiguous lord with a daughter or female relative close in age did their best and there were a few attempts with much younger and older potential candidates. Honestly, the lords who tried at the final feast were the lords who had tried the entire celebration to no avail. It was clear to all the lords of influence and power that there were only two clear contenders to become the prince's betrothed.

The Rose of Highgarden and the Reach, Margaery Tyrell. The youngest of Lord Mace Tyrell's children, his sole daughter and protégéeof her grandmother, the Lady Olenna Tyrell. She was as beautiful as she was clever. She was one contender for the prince's heart. The Princess of Sunspear and Dorne, Princess Arianne Martell was the other. The eldest daughter of Prince Doran Martell Arianne is calculating, adventurous, and as fierce-tempered as there ever was a Dornishwoman with a beauty to match. Margaery and Arianne were the only clear possibilities for the Prince to choose as his future betrothed. Both were noble ladies from key regions of Westeros from Great Houses that offered great alliances and both had close relationships with the prince that they could exploit. For House Tyrell, Prince William was close friends with Margaery's older brother Garlan who had fought by his side in Freedom's Cover not to mention the various contracts and guild work that the prince had arranged with the Reach with possible future endeavors as well. For House Martell, Prince Oberyn has fought by the Prince's side in Freedom's Cove as well with the Red Viper becoming a close friend and there were the rumors about the prince and the Sand Snakes. It was clear to everyone that Lady Margaery Tyrell or Princess Arianne Martell were the clear contenders for the prince's hand though there was a possible third option. Granted that idea belonged to a spider and it was a bit out there but not entirely out of the realm of possibility.

Anyway, both Lady Margaery and Princess Arianne knew that they were only true contenders to be future queen but the only one who could decide that would be the prince himself. No doubt the Small Council and King Robert would make their suggestions but if there was one thing clear to everyone it was that the sole decision rested with the Prince.

Inside Maegor's Holdfast, Ser Arys Oakheart of the Kingsguard stood at attention at the Crown Prince's door with Ser Arthur Dayne standing guard with him. Ser Arys was the prince's Kingsguard protector while Ser Arthur Dayne was the Prince's sworn shield though the latter was just as familiar with the tasks of the Kingsguard. Together, they stood watch and guard outside the prince's room. It was still early in the morning and much of the Red Keep was just beginning to rise with the sun though the prince was already up.

[Sounds of groans and grunts of physical exertion]

The two knights remained stoic in the face of what could be misinterpreted as the sounds of sex though both knights knew that wasn't the case.

"[Groans]"

Sweat dripped down Prince William's face as he slowly lowered himself up and then down before repeating, laying horizontally instead of on his own two feet. His chest was bare so his various scars were visible as well as the purple splotches of bruises all over his body from his fight with the Mountain. They were still bad but were getting better by the day. A look of intense concentration adorned his face as some sweat trickled down his nose before dropping down to the floor as he slowly pushed himself up and lowered himself down…continuing his morning exercise with his pushups.

"…come on…" William grit his teeth and toughed through the pain as he pushed himself back up and then slowly lowered himself down. His body was still recovering from his fight with the Mountain and his bruises would take a few weeks to heal completely so he couldn't push himself as he normally would. That didn't deter him so he did what he could and it would only be until his body screamed that it was dying that he would stop…which it was close to.

Sweat poured down his face but Will toughed it through and managed to finish his pushups with a count of thirty-two. His normal count would depend on the type of workout he would usually do. Some mornings he would go for quantity and so he would do several sets of twenty to work on his stamina but then some mornings he would focus on weight and do pushups with heavy chains on his body, or in his armor or even with Missandei or one of the Sand Snakes on his back. In the latter case it would be less pushups for stamina but for building his strength. Will lay on the ground, his body tired and sore while sweat trickled down but he let himself rest for a moment before he pushed himself onto his back and began to do sit-ups. In spite of the pain, William kept at his workout.

An hour later…

Missandei walked down the hall to the Prince's room with some handmaids joining her. Ser Arys and Ser Arthur stood at attention before the latter opened the door and entered with her. There the two close companions to the prince saw him in a handstand, performing pushups against a wall for support which was nothing new to them but the other handmaids were caught off guard.

"Go ahead. Fill his basin and change his sheets." Missandei told the maids and they bowed their heads before going about their business. Despite the fact that Missandei was not a native to Westeros, she was the crown prince's personal handmaid and as a result she now held a great deal of authority over the other handmaids who were wise to follow her commands. Missandei remained the prince's personal handmaid but the others aided in her job such as helping to clean the prince's room and attend to his needs, which in this case was filling his tub with hot water for his bath. The maids went about their work diligently though they often spared glances at the crown prince, marveling at his physique which was unfortunately still marred with bruises. "Good morning, my prince."

"Good morning, Missandei." Will greeted her back before he let out a sharp exhale as he slowly lowered himself down and then back up. "Ser Arthur Dayne."

"Good morning. I see you found yourself not resting despite the advice Cedric gave you. You are aware your body will heal faster if you let it rest." Ser Arthur reminded him.

"I'm aware…" William grunt as he lowered himself back down and then pushed himself back up. "…but I must also keep myself sharp lest my muscles lose their strength. I know the limits of my body."

As he said that he let his feet fall back to the ground and he stood right side up. He grabbed his side as there was a flaring of pain but it was temporary and he stretched his limbs, letting out some satisfying cracks before he took a small rag that Missandei handed him. The maids finished filling the bath with hot water and changing the sheets before some new ones arrived with trays of food for his morning meal. "Thank you all for your diligent work." William said to the maids and they bowed to him before leaving. "Missandei, please send out a message that I would like the Small council to meet mid-day to discuss some things and please send word to my uncles Lord Eddard and Benjen Stark. I would like them to join us. Ser Arthur, talk to Hercules and I would like him and the others to observe the City Watch out in the city. I need to get a better understanding of the people who protect King's Landing."

"Yes, my prince." Missandei and Ser Arthur bowed their heads before leaving. William walked into the adjacent room of his chambers where his bath was and discarded his thin sleeping trousers before slipping into the tub. The hot water eased his aching muscles and bruises and he let himself rest and relax.

One hour later…

The Lords of the Small Council slowly filtered into the Small Council Chambers and awaiting them was Crown Prince William Baratheon seated in one of the chairs at the end of the table. After a nice bath, the prince was cleaned with his beard trimmed and hair combed back. He was adorned in boots, black trousers, and a dark blue leather jerkin with a white shirt underneath. His armored vambraces were on his wrists, and his Valyrian Steel Sword Wolf's Fang was leaning against the wall behind him. He likely had his Valyrian steel daggers on his person sheathed in his boots. There was usually one chair at the end of the table where King would sit but today there were two with the prince sitting in the smaller/less grand one. Most likely because the prince knew that his father, King Robert, would be in attendance. How could he know such a thing? A simple guess. He knew that with his Uncle Ned attending the meeting that Robert would attend to spend time with his brother in arms. Also in the room was Ser Barristan Selmy as Lord Commander of King's Guard, Ser Arthur Dayne the Prince's sworn shield, Cedric Angar the Prince's teacher and advisor and Missandei, the prince's handmaiden.

"Good morning. Be welcomed everyone. Please, sit. We have much to discuss." William told them and the lords walked in before taking their seats. King Robert clamped his right hand on William's shoulders and smiled, giving him a playful pat before he sat down next to him at the head of the table. Hand of the King Lord Jon Arryn took a seat at the corner next to the King while Lord Eddard Stark sat next to him with his brother Benjen at his side. On the corner next to the prince Master of Ships Stannis Baratheon took a seat followed by Master of Law Renly Baratheon and then the Master of Whispers Lord Varys. Grand Maester Pycelle and Master of Coin Petyr Baelish rounded out the council and sat furthest away from the King and prince. Whether that was symbolic of anything was up to personal interpretation.

"Well, boy, shall we start?" Robert asked his son and got a nod before he leaned forward onto the table.

"Gratitude that you all arrived. With the tournament and celebration at an end I'm aware that many of the visiting lords shall be leaving the capital which is why I wanted to take the opportunity to discuss several matters prior to their departure." William told everyone. "With my uncle, Lord Eddard Stark and First Ranger Benjen Stark the first matters of this meeting shall be pertaining to the North. First Ranger Benjen Stark has informed me of the troubles that the Night's Watch has been facing. Wilding raids have increased in the last few years and Lord Stark has also confirmed these reports."

"I have had correspondence with Lady Mormont of Bear Island and also Lords Umber and Karstark of Last Hearth and Karhold. Wildling raids have increased beyond normal numbers." Lord Stark explained.

"Fucking savages, the lot of them." Renly remarked as Missandei walked around the table and poured everyone a glass of wine. When his glass was filled he took a small sip.

"Do you have any idea what could cause the increased number of raids south of the Wall?" Lord Arryn wondered.

"I believe so. My rangers have brought me reports of various Wildling clans banding together under a single leader. A King-beyond-the-Wall, they call him." Benjen started which just made Renly, Stannis, Pycelle, and Baelish chuckle in amusement.

"That is ridiculous. The Wildlings are undisciplined marauders and thieves. No person could band them together into an army." Stannis stated as Missandei walked over to Will's chair and poured him water instead of wine. He wanted to remain focused.

"These are the reports from the rangers and I trust these men, Lord Stannis. The so-called King-Beyond-The-Wall was a former brother of the Night's Watch, Mance Rayder. He was of Wildling blood but left behind in one of the castles along the Wall and was raised in the order. I've fought by his side but ten years ago he abandoned his post and fled north to join the Wildlings. Many of us thought he was dead but he survived and is thriving as their king. He is gathering all the Wildlings clans that will listen to him and more flock to him as the moons pass." Benjen explained. Many of the lords thought it was nothing but William wasn't one of them. He always looked at a situation as rationally as possible and this one could prove to be dangerous if they did nothing.

"The man can call himself king all he wants but he is nothing more than a king of rabble and peasants. He is of no threat to the crown." Grand Maester Pycelle stated.

"The last I checked the crown encompassed Seven Kingdoms and the North is one of them. These raids may seem inconsequential while we are safe thousands of miles away but the people of the north are still citizens of the realm and as such they fall under our protection. Uncle Benjen, do you think that this Mance Rayder could be plotting to come south?" William asked him.

"I do, nephew. No man would band the Wildlings together like he has if his intentions weren't aimed at south of the Wall." Benjen replied.

"Let him try. The Wall has stood for thousands of years to keep the Wildlings where they are and it will stay standing for a thousand more. So long as the Wall remains then the Wildlings are no problem for Westeros. Thousands, hundreds of thousands could gather but they will not cross. If they do then the brave men of the North will stop them as they always have." Renly quipped, thinking light of the situation but he was the only one.

"I admire your trust and assurance in the North, Lord Renly but if Benjen believes this Mance Rayder and his growing army of Wildlings to be a potential issue then I trust his judgement." Ned Stark said to everyone. "No doubt that we've dealt with past Kings-Beyond-the-Walls but our forces were of a greater number back then and it still cost us dearly."

"The Night's Watch will do the best they can but the Wall has not been properly manned in decades and our numbers are dwindling. We do not have the sufficient men as in years past and Mance Rayder knows this. He was once one of us, which is what makes him more dangerous than the past Wildling Kings. He knows how we operate, he knows our strengths, and he knows our weaknesses. If he makes his way South with an army of even ten thousand than he could do untold damage unlike ever before." Benjen warned everyone.

"What are you suggesting, Lord Benjen? Not a preemptive strike beyond the Wall?" Jon Arryn asked.

"No, of course not. The Wildlings know the land beyond the Wall better than we ever could hope to and my best rangers work better alone but we are outnumbered. The Wildlings are people born in the harshest snow which has made them horned and deadly. You'd need only see the remains of the men they kill in their raids to understand that they could become a real problem if they ever fled the North in a large number." Benjen stated.

Robert sat there and drank his wine. He was paying attention, obviously and he'll admit that the thought of using his Warhammer against some Wildings sounded tempting. A war would do him good and like against the Mad King, it would a war with a common enemy. Granted, he was aware it was more complicated, which is why he was leaving all the talking to Ned and Jon. Robert finished his cup of wine so Missandei walked over and refilled his glass. He gave her an appreciative nod before he looked over at William. His son was deep in thought so he was thinking of something.

"William, what say you?" Robert questioned and the men at the table looked at the crown prince.

"I'm thinking that history has an unfortunate tendency to repeat itself. This is not the first time the Seven Kingdoms or the North were threatened by a King-Beyond-the-Wall. Nearly two hundred years ago in 133AC, the continent was left weakened by a severe bout of Winter Fever. Shortly after the Dance of Dragons the disease killed more people than the bloody Targaryen Civil War did. In that moment of weakness, a Wildling leader forced their way south of the Wall."

"Chieftain Sylas the Grim." Ned Stark spoke up as he remembered stories told about the history of the North. "He led a band of Wildlings three thousand strong and forced their way through one of the less fortified castles on the Wall. They plundered the lands of the Gift, killing many in their path. It wasn't until my ancestor Lord Cregan Stark rallied the forces necessary to stop and hunt them down."

"That piece of history alone shows that the Wall is not as infallible as many of you think. The Wall stretches from the Bay of Seals to the Bay of Ice over a hundred leagues in length. The fact that the Wildlings can raid Bear Island and the lands of Last Hearth and Karhold show us that they already know its weaknesses. That is why I brought my uncles here at this meeting, to discuss with them what the crown can do to help them." Will told him. "Uncle Benjen is right. The Wildlings will know their land better than we ever could so sending an army north would be pointless and only cost more lives but inaction is no better."

"So, if action is ill-advised and inaction equally so, what is the answer?" Varys pondered.

"Action is ill-advised if we needlessly go to war but preparing and shoring up our defenses is another action entirely. The first matter will be to shore up the men at the Night's Watch. I have already given Benjen full command to take all the prisoners currently held in the prisons of King's Landing as recruits for the Night's Watch. Lord Arryn, send word to all the lords of Westeros to do the same. Send their prisoners to the Night's Watch. That at the very least will be over a thousand men from all over the Seven Kingdoms, maybe more. That's a start and I've also arranged for an increase in supply shipments to the wall. For too long the North has been the sole aid to the Night's Watch but no longer. All the Seven Kingdoms will contribute what they can."

The men on honor in the room liked the idea but Baelish and Pycelle, not men of honor, felt that it was a noble but wasteful and not a good use for their time, coin, and resources. "My prince, I applaud your honor and the nobility of your action—"

"But it shall be done, Lord Baelish and worry not for the extra hardship this could have brought you. I've instructed Cedric to see to the matters accordingly. He acts with my full authority and as such the crown's so do be sure to give him what he asks for." William cut Baelish off from speaking and from making up any excuses with what he wanted.

"My prince are you sure you would have Cedric tend to this matters without Lord Baelish's help? He is the crown's Master of Coin and as such this would fall under his duties." Lord Arryn told him.

"Of course, Lord Hand but Cedric has been my confidante and advisor on my financial and trade matters since I was a boy and with his help my own fortunate and by proxy the fortunate and wealth of the Seven Kingdoms has only grown. He can handle the matters of trade for the Night's Watch." Will nodded to Cedric who walked over and handled a bundle of parchments to Benjen. "With the increase in food and supplies there will be an assortment of new weapons and emplacements that can be installed at Castle Black and the other manned castles. Such weapon designs I personally field tested while in Essos so they all work."

"All the designs and instructions are included along with any possible answers to questions or complications that could arise." Cedric added.

"Gratitude, nephew and Master Cedric. This is most generous." Benjen told them both.

"You are welcome, Uncle. Should any other matter arise than all you need to do is send a raven and I shall help however I can." William promised and Benjen nodded. "Now, continuing with this matter regarding the possibility of the Wildings moving further south, fortifying the Night's Watch is but one part of it. The rest would be in fortifying the other natural defenses that we have which is the Northern Houses and part of that is a proposal I have. I have already spoken with both my uncles regarding matters of settling and fortifying the New Gift south of the Wall and as that is a matter for the Lord Paramount of the North, I believe they have come to a plan that will work. Not only will the fortification of the New Gift aid in the Night's Watch but the increase in numbers will be a deterrent against future Wildling attacks. Along with that, I have spoken with the visiting lords and my uncle about increasing maritime trade and patrols in the region. I'm already in contact with the Arsenal of Braavos for a commission of ships to add to the Northern fleet. Lord Stannis, I would have your assistance in this matter."

"Of course, my prince and I wholeheartedly agree to this plan. The increase in naval presence will act as a strong deterrent to the Wildlings by sea forcing them to abandon such attempts for fear of meeting these ships in combat." Stannis stated.

"Sounds all good to me." Robert added. "What else is there?"

"Some more matters I have planned I believe the council should be made aware of." Will nodded to Missandei to bring in some food as they would be there for a bit longer.

William went on to explain some of his plans regarding the Seven Kingdoms now that he was back. These were mainly infrastructure-related like new housing areas in King's Landing with a possible proposal for building expansions outside the established walls/boundaries of the city. Basically, expanding the perimeter with a secondary wall outside of the main walls of the city so that more homes and such could be built. It was an interesting proposal but more time would be needed to discuss its feasibility and the cost associated with such a large construction project. Other infrastructure-related talk included the ongoing developments with the North such as the construction of better roads that lead to the various towns, holdfasts, and castles all over the region as well as the cultivation of more farmland near the southern border near the Neck. The biggest project was the current restoration of Moat Caillin and the progress was good but it would still be years before it would be finished.

That wasn't the only construction project William suggested as he brought forth the proposal for reconstruction of Summerhall and Harrenhal. Thanks to Cedric he had detailed plans shown to the members of the Small Council regarding the proposals including costs and future value. William knew that when his father heard Summerhall spoken he would get some pushback and he did. King Robert's distaste for the Targaryens was no closely guarded secret but thankfully Will knew how to circumvent that. Simply stating that with it burnt down, it was as if the gods themselves cast aside the Targaryens but being rebuilt by the crown under the Baratheon rule would be the ultimate finger in the eye to their dynasty. He knew it was the finger in the eye remark that got his father to ease his mind. Summerhall was once the summer palace to the Targaryens but was destroyed in a fire the same year Prince Rhaegar Targaryen was born, something Will made sure to emphasize as it helped placate his father. Located within the Stormlands but close to the borders of Dorne at the foothills of the Red Mountains and the Grassy Vale leading to the Reach, it was a ruin but home to grasslands, moors, and plains perfect for farming and trade. Not only that but the foothills of the Red Mountains near its location had never been properly surveyed so there could be unknown resources there like iron deposits or even other valuable minerals to mine. At the moment the land was unused, under the control of House Dondarrion but if it were rebuilt the land could be used for great trade and as a future holdfast for an ally. Excellent political and financial capital for the crown. William had more than enough gold and money to rebuild Summerhall himself but the fiscally responsible thing would be to split the cost between himself and the crown. It wasn't just a seat for himself but for the crown to be used for whatever future political course it may be needed for so splitting the costs in half would be more than manageable for William and the crown. There was no definitive yes yet as Lord Arryn still wanted to contemplate some ideas before committing to the rebuilding of Summerhall but he had an inkling it would be greenlit.

Harrenhal on the other hand was another matter entirely. Located in the Riverlands on the north shore of the Gods Eye, it remained the largest castle in Westeros but after its burning by dragon fire during Aegon's conquest, it has become a partial ruin. Only a few days ride from the capital, Harrenhal has proven to be a key holding ground and fortress in many conflicts such as when Daemon Targaryen took command of it during the Dance of Dragons. It lay claim to vast tracts of fertile green soil going as far to the hills of House Wode near the Crowlands and was in an ideal position for trade. The largest chamber in Westeros, greater than the Throne Room of the Red Keep and castle covers three times the ground of Winterfell with stables that could hold a thousand horses, a Godswood of over twenty acres and large kitchens to feed armies, which is why it was such an important military asset in the past. That also made it such a nightmare to run as its sheer size meant that most houses would go bankrupt if they tried to fully man the castle and they have in the past. It's no wonder that the land has passed through so many lords and houses over the years. It wasn't even properly fixed up after its burning meaning half the structures were melted and worn-down lending credence to the popular omen among the smallfolk that it was cursed. Any sane and smart lord understood that only a part of the castle could be manned as such with the current tenants House Whent. They occupied two-thirds of two of the five towers.

The current lady of Harrenhal, Lady Sheila Whent was the ruler of Harrenhal after the death of her husband Lord Walter Whent with her four sons and daughter having left this world too soon. Some called it the curse of Harrenhal casting aside an unworthy family but who knows. Either way, Harrenhal presented an opportunity. Lady Whent wasn't able to visit the capital so William would plan to meet with her regarding Harrenhal as he would be happy to lend some aid in her castle. Cedric had finally deciphered some of the Old Valyrian texts they got from the ruins of Old Valyria and they spoke of ancient building techniques and methods that could help. Not only that but he would need to speak with her regarding what she wanted to do for the future of Harrenhal. With no children, her husband passed and no living relatives, Harrenhal would then go to the Tully's as Lady Sheila's sister Minisa Whent married Lord Hoster Tully. She was aunt to Lady Catelyn Tully now Stark, Lady Lysa Tully now Arryn and Lord Edmure Tully, future lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Trident. This is where it could get complicated as Edmure was heir to Riverrun so Harrenhal could go to him with it being a Riverland castle he would technically be privy to deciding such a thing or it could go to one of Lady Catelyn's youngest sons either Bran or Rickon. If not through the Tully's then Lady Sheila's other sister Wynafrei Whent married Lord Walder Frey's ninth son Ser Danwell but bore him no son before she died and her fourth sister Lady Sarya Whent married Lord Walder Frey but died with no progeny. Perhaps it was the curse of Harrenhal because Lady Whent was a widow with no children and a massive castle she didn't know what to do with. If the matter of succession came up then the crown could intervene so William did plan to talk to her regarding that to help make a transition as seamless as possible and lend aid in its refurbishing. He wasn't deluded to think he could restore it to its former glory. If half the stories he heard are true then it might be better to bring down the burnt and melted structures and shrink the castle's size.

After several hours of talking, the session ended and the Lords exited the Small Council Chambers. No decision was made yet on Summerhall and Harrenhal but the matters regarding the North and the Night's Watch were taken care of. William walked out of the chamber and cracked his back a bit to awaken his stiffened joints with Ser Arthur Dayne, Missandei, and Cedric at his side.

Robert walked out after them and cracked his neck. "Ugh…well, that definitely killed several hours of my life." Robert admitted before he looked at William. "Are you planning to make me go to all of these meetings?"

"That would be ideal." William pointed out.

"Bah! I've never had the head for politics. Hell, you were running the Kingdoms before you left and you kept at it while you were gone. I should just give you the crown now and be done with it. I could retire to Freedom's Cove or go visit the Summer Isles." Robert suggested.

"I could arrange for pleasant villas and transport. No doubt you'd enjoy yourself." William joked and Robert chuckled. "If you so tire of the crown, what stays your hand?"

"It's simple. You're still without a betrothed. Cersei is an idiot but I did agree with her on one thing and that is you should have a betrothed with you at your side when you wear my crown and I plan to be at your wedding before I die." Robert told him before he patted his son on the arm. "Most men your age are already betrothed and it's clear enough that you're smarter than I am so I leave the choice of your intended in your hand. So, what stops you?"

"I just haven't chosen yet. I am grateful for the choice in this matter, father. I'm aware that not many are as lucky as I to chose my future wife. I guess I just want to make sure I make the right decision." William admitted so Robert pulled him in close for a bit of fatherly advice.

"Listen to me, boy and let me tell you a universal truth. Marriage is through thinking and decision, yes, you must think but love…love is not so easy to define. It defies explanation and reason. You…" Robert jostled Will by the shoulder. "…are lucky. Your love could very well become your betrothed and in that moment your world will be complete. Do not make the mistake I did. When you find her…never let her go. Whether she be a flower from the Reach, a snake from Dorne or a Bear from the North, you shall make a fine husband and even greater father…more so than me."

"You have your moments." William assured him and Robert smiled. "A Bear from the North?"

"I've heard tales of the Mormont woman from Ned. Fierce in combat and no doubt the same in bed. Someone like you will need someone as tough by your side but who knows. It remains your decision and I stand by that but don't take too long. I would want to see your wedding before I leave this land or this world." Robert said and William nodded. "Good boy. Now, I'm off to speak to Ned and have him hold off his departure a while longer so that we can go hunting prior to his departure. I would like to see if you can handle a spear like I can."

"I would like that." Will replied and Robert smiled, giving his father a hug before he left.

"So rare for a prince to chose his intended…" A sly voice said before Varys stepped from around a corner. "…and yet to remain unattached at his age still boggles the mind. Any chance I can lend some help in this matter, my prince?"

"I welcome all opinions, Varys, and I have an inclination as to yours." William remarked as he walked down the hall with Varys walking beside him.

"And? You do not hold Daenerys Targaryen in contempt or ill regard as your father does. She is a young unwed princess of a great house that would do well into giving your future reign all the legitimacy it would need to sway any remaining opinions of dissension." Varys informed him.

"And ensure the anger of my father and the Lords of Westeros who remember the Mad King quiet fondly. How would it look for the future heir, the son of the man who toppled the Targaryen Dynasty to wed the last remaining Targaryen?" William pointed out. "Two sides of the same coin to ponder here, Varys. I'm aware of the Targaryens and it is because of the small Targaryen blood in my veins that I do find myself to rule in the future. The Future Queen would need to be able to help me keep the peace and strength the Crown."

"Indeed. Quite a predicament you find yourself in, My Prince. The Rose of Highgarden, the Snake of Sunspear, and the last Dragon of Valyria. Three excellent choices so how will you choose? I'll admit I do not find myself envying your predicament." Varys told him.

"No…neither do I." William admitted. Three choices, three possible options and all had their pros and cons.

What on earth would he do and who would he choose?

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The Red Keep, King's Landing

After the Small Council meeting, William tended to a few personal matters such as speaking with Ser Barristan regarding the status of the Red Keep and safety of all people present. Just some logistical work now that he had returned and he wanted to ensure that things stayed safe. For one he was slightly concerned with the abundance of Lannister soldiers so he secretly spoke with Stannis about an increase in Baratheon men. Not only that but Grey Worm and a contingent of Unsullied would patrol and guard the Red Keep under William's command. After that he met up with Edric and Gendry to see how they were doing. With the craziness of the celebration William was being pulled in a million different directions but Edric and Gendry kept themselves busy. They, of course, helped William when he participated in the archery and Grand Melee but were left to their own devices the rest of the time. Cedric kept them up to date with their studies while Hundred Eyes and Hercules oversaw their physical and weapons training. The two retained their rooms in Maegor's Holdfast much as they did prior to their departure with William to Essos so in a sense nothing really changed for them. The two were content and happy to help William out with whatever he could need and so they would join Hercules and the others later out in the city to blend in and keep a watchful gaze on the City Watch though William did give them a secondary objective the two would look into.

But William didn't push them to work immediately so Gendry was free to spend some additional time training while Edric went to spend time with his mother, Delana Florent. Edric had managed to spend more time with his mother for the duration of the celebration in the capital but with it at an end then she would soon be on her way back to Brightwater Keep with her husband Ser Hosman Norcross. Despite his bastard status, Delana loved Edric and he was in a greater elevated position considering he was recognized by his older brother the crown prince so anyone who would speak ill never dared out of fear or respect. Delana's husband Ser Hosman was never hurtful or condemned Edric nor Delana for the situation, something the crown prince praised from the man when they spoke briefly and he returned that kindness with the promise of an increase in trade and a small percentage of the coin to be made to him and Edric's mother. If there was one thing Delana and Ser Hosman could take away from their brief encounter it was that the crown prince was an honorable and good older brother to Edric and repaid kindness with more kindness and opportunity.

After seeing that his brothers were doing ok, William took a calming walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. Far away from the loud noise near the rest of King's Landing he was able to take a slow walk with the calming ambient noise of the waves of Blackwater Bay crashing against the cliffs of the Red Keep to the chitter of nearby birds. He was at peace. It wasn't perfect as he would encounter some people every now and then who bowed at him as he walked by but it was better than nothing. Standing nearby was Missandei along with Ser Arys and Ser Arthur. The calming walk wasn't just for his pleasure as he set up a meetings in the gardens with the Tyrells to discuss some business. Since the matters didn't involve the politics of the Seven Kingdoms then it didn't involve the Small Council. Having meetings outside in the fresh air would be enjoyable and it also allowed him to walk and stretch his legs now that he no longer needed the cane to assist in him walking. His body was getting better and better so the more time he could spend walking to help ease his aching joints the better.

He neared the south side of the Red Keep where the larger gardens and promenades were housed. It was there the denser the foliage got and where small gazebos and outlooks were built around walkways of flowers and underneath large trees for extra shade during sunny days. It was a nice change of pace from the stone and mortar of the Red Kee but also kept things in a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere which in this case was part of why he wanted to meet here. As he neared the larger gazebo overlooking Blackwater Bay he saw some Tyrell house guards standing at attention while maids and attendees were hard at work. When they saw the prince they bowed and he saw one maid scurry away rather quickly and a few moments later Garlan Tyrell walked out wearing some fine green leather clothing with his sword at his waist and at his side was his sister Lady Margaery.

"William, welcome. Or do you perhaps prefer the Mountain Slayer?" Garlan quipped and William chuckled in amusement.

"The day I prefer a sobriquet for my introduction is the day when the sun no longer shines in the sky." William joked before the two shook hands.

"How are you healing? I'm surprise to see you up and about after everything without the cane so you'll find me surprised that you called for this meeting out here in the gardens." Garlan remarked.

"Well, I'm healing faster every day and I'd prefer to get out and enjoy some fresh air. Besides, this meeting with your family would be better out in the sun with the scenery." William told him before he looked at Margaery. She was dressed her best with her hair perfectly combed and adorned in a beautiful blue silk dress with a plunging neckline and golden necklace to draw attention to her cleavage. "Lady Margaery, it is good to see you again. You look as radiant as ever."

"Thank you, my prince and you look even more handsome. I did not think that was possible. Are you truly well? I know your injuries were not severe but you were walking with cane not too long ago." Margaery pointed out.

"Yes, I'm fine. The going is slow but my body is healing and now I can walk without the need for the cane as assistance. It will not be long before my body returns to what it was before." William said before holding out his arm and Margaery hooked her arm with his. "Now, I trust the rest of your family is ready for our talk."

"Yes. This way." Margaery led him through the gardens and entered the small walkway to the gazebo where the rest of her family was waiting around a table filled with plates of food and jugs of water or wine. Her father Lord Mace Tyrell and her mother Lady Alerie, her older brother Willas and her grandmother Lady Olenna were in attendance. When they saw the prince walk over they all stood up and bowed.

"My Prince."

"Please, there's no need for that." Will assured them before they all sat down with him joining them. Missandei stood nearby to help when she was needed while Ser Arys and Ser Arthur stood at a distance for the prince's protection. "I thank you for joining me here for this meeting."

"Our pleasure, my prince. I hope this conversation will be but the first of many in the future." Lord Mace Tyrell told him.

"Your messenger spoke that you desired to speak with us regarding a potential partnership. Is this your manner of delivery to inform us that you and Margaery have grown closer and as such are to be wed?" Lady Olenna wondered.

"I'm afraid not, Lady Olenna." William replied.

"And why, by the Seven, not? I understand the two of you have gotten rather close since your first introduction." Lady Olenna questioned.

"Easy, grandmother." Willas cautioned her. "Forgive my grandmother, my prince. She is a bit overzealous when it comes to my sister."

"No apology necessary, Willas. I will admit that yes, I have come to enjoy Lady Margaery's company since our first meeting…" William gave Margaery and smile and nod which she returned. "…but I have yet to broach the matter of a betrothal. I believe more time spent together would be required before I can make such a decision and it would only be if Lady Margaery is open to such an agreement."

"By the Seven, if that's not the most ludicrous explanation I've heard in my many years on this earth. You're a prince, my granddaughter is a beautiful young maiden and the union of our two houses would do well for the Kingdoms. Make up your mind, boy." Lady Olenna remarked.

"Grandmother, stop." Lady Margaery's plea was both out of embarrassment and caution. "It's not an insult. I find it rather romantic that William would rather take the time to get to know his future possible betrothed. Kindness and a good heart such as his is rare in this day and age."

"Thank you, Lady Margaery and it's quite all right. I find your grandmother's care for her family rather endearing." William assured everyone. "While this meeting will not set up a future betrothal I do hope that House Tyrell and I can share a beneficial and profitable relationship."

"What did you have in mind?" Willas wondered so Will looked over to Ser Arthur who came over with the bag he was holding and removed some scrolls.

"I have a business venture that I believe would benefit the people of the Seven Kingdoms both the Smallfolk and high lords…and I'm offering House Tyrell the opportunity to expand its wealth." William handed over the papers to Lord Tyrell but handed some copies over to Lady Olenna. He let the two take a few moments to read through them and Lady Olenna instantly saw the potential profit and benefit the prince's offer could bestow on them.

"Intriguing…very intriguing." Olenna then looked over her shoulder to one of the maids standing at the ready. "You. Remove the wine jugs. Juice and water, only. We'll need clear minds for these discussions."

The maid nodded and the wine jugs were quickly removed. William was offering a partnership with House Tyrell through work with his commerce guild to be the chief producer for his future endeavor diving into scented, fragrant soaps and perfumes. Soaps were already a rare commodity used by the vastly wealthy but William had plans to increase development thus allowing them to be accessible to a wider clientele than just the high lords of certain regions. Cedric has already experimented with the process and managed to refine it so that the ratio for profit and cost was acceptable. William had been looking for a means to begin production/expansion across the Seven Kingdoms and would have been fine handling it himself but a partnership with House Tyrell fostered good relationships with the lords of the Reach and was a sort of gift on behalf of Garlan for his years of loyalty fighting by his side in Freedom's Cove. The cheaper soaps would be made available to the smallfolk and while the profit/cost for them was nearly even, William didn't mind that as it was partially a means to give the smallfolk all over the Seven Kingdoms some modicum of luxury that only the vastly wealthy had before. The real profit would be in the artisanal soaps and perfumes that House Tyrell would make. Using special ingredients for different scents, the soaps and perfumes could be catered to different houses and as such would be exclusive luxury items that many would pay for. And it would not be limited to the Seven Kingdoms as there would be profit for this over in Essos and in the Summer Isle's as well. The Reach's fertile fields would make growing special herbs for this endeavor much easier and the Tyrell's would stand to make a lot of gold in such an endeavor. It would take some time to get started but House Tyrell would be the sole proprietor for these exclusive goods but the distribution would be through Will's commerce guild trade caravans and he would take a percentage of the profits. All in all, it was a very enticing and profitable partnership.

"This is quite the plan and endeavor you have, my prince. I wasn't aware your skills were so diverse." Lady Alerie Tyrell praised.

"Well, I've learned several new trades and skills during my time away. I trust that the terms are agreeable?" William questioned.

"Very agreeable." Lord Mace replied.

"Good. Then consider this partnership the stepping stone to a better relationship. I've valued Garlan's friendship and loyalty during my time in Essos and I would see it rewarded. If there is nothing else to discuss regarding this matter than we can consider this contract signed and I will plan for all the necessary paperwork and materials to be ready prior to your departure back to Highgarden." William promised.

"Agreed." Lord Mace shook William's hand and Ser Arthur came over with some ink and quills. Signatures were signed with one copy for the Tyrells to keep while the original would remain with Will for his records. Lord Mace then took his goblet and raised it high. "To the beginning of a long and fruitful partnership."

"Cheers." William raised his goblet and clinked it with all the Tyrells before taking a sip of his water. He noticed Margaery giving him a flirtatious smile so he sent her a wink in response. "Lady Margaery, I hope to see your participation in this endeavor in the future."

"Oh, do you?" She asked him.

"Why, yes. I see no reason why your intellect cannot be used to aid in this endeavor. If not your intellect than your charm and wit at the very least. What noble women would not want a fine and customized fragrance after the Rose of Highgarden boasts to all those who will listen. Entice their ears and nose with such luxury and you could stand a lady for all the rest to envy." William remarked and Margaery chuckled.

"Careful, my prince. Your words of flattery are bold and my family is present." Margaery quipped making everyone chuckle in amusement.

Lady Olenna just sat there and sipped her goblet of juice. She looked at William with intrigue as the talk of business gave way to friendly conversation while her granddaughter did her best to make a lasting impression. 'He is not the mindless brute his father is nor is he the strict man of honor of his northern uncle. He possesses charm, cunning, and intelligence in equal measure with a mind for combat and strategy. The boy is already one of the wealthiest and influential people in the Seven Kingdom's and he's been gone from the continent for two years. He has a battle-tested army and Dothraki Calvary which he brought across the Narrow sea and the love of the smallfolk with highborn nobles nipping at his ass to get even a small nibble at what he offers.' Olenna thought as the corner of her mouth curved up into a smirk. 'Impressive…most impressive.'

Two hours later…

"Cheers!" Prince Doran announced before he and his family clinked goblets of wine and William did the same with them. "To a long and beneficial partnership, my prince."

"To the future, Prince Doran." Will bowed his head and took a sip of water. He was seated at a small table in a different gazebo still in the gardens but overlooking Blackwater Bay whereas the gazebo he met the Tyrells was more towards the Red Keep's walls. After he settled things with House Tyrell for their future prosperous partnership, he spent some time with them where Mace Tyrell did his to try and entice Will into a marriage proposal with Margaery, citing all the great things the two of their houses could do for the Kingdoms. Despite his best pandering efforts, it was clear to everyone, even Margaery herself that the Prince would not be so easily swayed. The sole decision rested with him and it was clear that the factors of military strength, political power, and financial gain played a part but there was more to it. The prince was given the freedom to choose his intended bride and its clear that he was considering the previously mentioned factors but he was also careful in choosing someone he would be happy with at his side. The prince was clearly a romantic so he wanted his future marriage to be one of duty but also of love. So, it was in the hands of Margaery Tyrell to do her best and win the Prince's heart.

After spending time with Margaery and her family, William departed as he had a meeting with the Martells having sent word to them via messenger. He met with Prince Doran who had his children Arianne and Trystane in attendance alongside Oberyn and Ellaria and his daughters Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Sarella, Elia, Obella, and Dorea. He was glad that the latter four daughters of Oberyn were all young as he didn't think he could handle himself if they were all of age. Refreshments and food were waiting and pleasantries were exchanged, naturally with Nymeria and Tyene immediately staking claim and sitting on either side of Will when he sat down. Despite their teasing and the alluring winks, kisses, and smiles Arianne sent his way the crown prince kept his composure for the talks. Like with the Tyrells, William was offering a partnership with House Martell to completely mend the broken bridge that formed near the end of his father's rebellion and to usher in a new era of reconciliation, partnership and peace with Dorne. William informed them that one of his agents spent a great time in Myr, infiltrating the workshops of notable artisans and became quite knowledgeable in the art of Myrish glass making. This presented them with a great opportunity and his agent was ready to begin making and instructing others in the art so that Westeros would no longer need to pay the exorbitant prices the Myrish imposed for glass. He suggested that Dorne, specifically Sunspear, be home to Westeros's first glass house to begin production of soon to be Dornish glassware. William's commerce guild would handle transportation across the Seven Kingdoms, the Summer Isles and over to Freedom's Cove and perhaps even Volantis, Braavos and other cities in Essos. This venture would make Dorne and House Martell a great deal of coin, something of which Doran and Oberyn were enticed by. William had one stipulation that glass sold to any Northern lords would come at a discounted price. With a more readily and cheaper manner to purchase glass than the Northern holdfasts and castles would be able to construct glass gardens for farming at a better rate and with greater ease.

The two brothers spoke with one another but the deal was too good to pass up and William explained that part of the reason House Martell was given such a lucrative deal was also as gratitude for Oberyn's friendship and loyalty when he was in Freedom's Cove. With the prince's assurance of protection and a great profit to be made that would only be better for the people of Dorne, Prince Doran signed the agreement.

William took a sip of water, smiling at a job well done when he saw the smile Princess Arianne was sending him. "Can I help you, Princess?"

"I'm just curious if this is how you start your courting process. A beginning of business to lower our guard. It was not long ago you did the same with the Tyrells. Did you think we would not hear of your secret meeting with them? How mean, my prince? To think I thought you believed we were special when here you are doing the same for the young Rose of Highgarden? If you wanted to get to know me all you had to do was ask." Arianna teased and he chuckled.

"Oh, leave him be, cousin. It's just how William is. Even in Freedom's Cove away from all the prying and judgmental eyes of the court the prince kept himself poised and chaste like a Maester. It took a great deal of effort to get him to emerge from his shell, like a shy tortoise." Tyene mocked and everyone chuckled in amusement.

"Very amusing." William muttered as he took another sip of water.

"Worry not for he has emerged from his shell in all his glory. Truly a marvel to behold for us lucky few." Nymeria stated, being not-so subtle with her innuendos.

"Hmm, perhaps I can join that number in the future." Arianna suggested.

"I'm afraid that honor would only occur if we were to be wed and that I'm afraid is not set in stone." William told her.

"Never say never, my prince. Who knows what the future could hold for us? Perhaps this may be the end of our time together or perhaps it will be but the first of many interactions." Arianna suggested.

"Perhaps but that would depend on if we become betrothed and last we spoke there was the possibility that perhaps your past dalliances with the Heir to Highgarden may evolve into something more." William pointed out.

"Quite right and like we last spoke, it's still too soon to tell but that doesn't mean my interest has waned." Arianna shot him a flirtatious wink and he chuckled in amusement.

Two more hours later…

A hooded figure walked through the streets of King's Landing, taking some side alleyways into an undisclosed clearing. There, two Unsullied stood at guard in front of an old cellar door likely abandoned years ago. The wood on the door had rotted away and on the ground were old, rusted chains indicated that it had been locked up a long time ago but was recently discovered as there were faint glows of torchlights deep down. The figure marched down through the passageway until the faint glow of torchlight got brighter and standing there were Hercules and his men along with Gendry and Edric. The figure removed his hood revealing it to be William who had snuck away from the Red Keep for this once word reached him. Gendry handed him a spare torch and he looked around at the large underground tunnel. It was a large enclave more akin to a storage area but it had doorways to other tunnels going in opposite directions. The place had a musty smell, faint with sewage and nests of cobwebs all over. It was old, likely built when King's Landing was first established or maybe carved out years later during Maegor the Cruel's reign or perhaps some other time. There were likely dozens of other secret tunnels that ran underneath the city like this one and some were even connected to the secret passageways in the Red Keep. Built during the reign of Maegor the Cruel and while some had been found by William over the years as well as Varys, the rest were likely lost to history, waiting to be rediscovered like this one.

William took another look around and noticed passageways that led to exits that went further out into the city. "Well done." William told the others.

"We got lucky. We found it after exploring the tunnel you told us about. The stairs led up to the entrance in the clearing up above. We get this place cleaned up and no one will know what it does or where it leads to." Hercules told him. "We haven't mapped out the tunnels yet but they lead further into the city. One looks like it heads west and the other east."

"We'll map out the tunnels. They could come in handy for the future. Sifu, what do you think?" Will asked Hundred Eyes and his teacher stepped forward.

"This will do well for your plans. Are you sure about this task you've set for yourself?" Hundred Eyes asked.

"I am. Expanding my network of spies is one thing but there is much that eyes and ears alone cannot do. Here we will train a group dedicated to the protection of the people of the Seven Kingdoms. Men and women trained in combat and stealth and bound not by oaths to any high lords but through common cause and belief. A belief in protecting others, in helpings those who cannot help themselves, in stopping those who would seek to cause chaos and destruction…a creed of guidance." William turned around to face everyone. "We have work to do."

End of Chapter 18

Game of Thrones: Histories and Lore

The Night's Watch By Benjen Stark

Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price. The North owes a great duty to the Seven Kingdoms, one older than any oath. Old legends tell of a winter that lasted a generation with a vast and terrible darkness that stretched out across the land. It came to be known as the Long Night. In the midst of this darkness, the White Walkers emerged from the Far North. With their armies of the dead, they waged war against the living, leaving terror and destruction in their wake. After years of brutal fighting, an alliance of the First Men and the Children of the Forest managed to drive the Walkers back into the frigid wastelands from whence they came. To prevent another invasion, the First Men built the Wall. A massive fortification 700 feet in height stretching from the Frostfang Mountains in the west to the Bay of Seals to the east. A structure unlike any other built and a marvel to see with your own eyes.

With such a structure, men were needed to maintain it and thus the Night's Watch was born. A sworn brotherhood tasked with defending the realms men from the dark forces that lay beyond the wall. Through its long tradition, the Night's Watch cultivated its strength from doomed men who had their life as their only possession but my ancestor Torrhen Stark began a tradition by making an offering at the onset of Winter. It was not a sentence, but an honor. A duty, embraced by all who serve the North. One I found myself taking. I could have stayed south, warm and content in a castle with a family but remaining at Winterfell…remaining at home…just reminded me of all that I had lost.

Once, serving on the Wall was an honor, a sign of selfless devotion to duty. Many knights and nobles took the black voluntarily. Now, it's more of a way to avoid death. Standing side by side with proud volunteers from noble houses are petty thieves and murderers conscripted from dungeons. No doubt we'll be getting a lot of new recruits with my nephew's new initiative.

Upon taking his vows, a brother of the Night's Watch serves for life. It is a life of hardship and great sacrifice so the oath must not be taken lightly. The punishment for desertion is death. The Watch is divided into three vital branches: The Builders, the Stewards, and the Rangers. All brothers will take up arms to fight but the Rangers, my branch, are the true warriors of the Watch. The knights if you will but the comparison doesn't do it justice for we do more and faced harder battles than the flowery knights of the South could ever hope to stomach. Well, with a few exceptions of course.

The White Walkers have faded into myth and legend but in their place come a new foe, the Wildlings. The Rangers are tasked with defending the Wall against their attacks, spending long times in the frigid snows scouting and fight. Out there, you'll find that staying warm and alive is not so easy when you've got animals and Wildlings after you. Out there…you either kill or be killed. And something is brewing out there in the wilds of the North. Mance Ryder is gathering the Wildlings clans together. Thenns, Hornfoots, Ice River Clans…clans of Wildlings who would sooner kill one another than fight side by side and yet he's managed to do so. The only reason he would gather such large numbers is if he plans to use them and head south. All that stands between Mance Rayder and his goal is the Wall and my black brothers sworn to stop him.

As the seasons change, as wars were wages, as dynasties rose and fell, the Night's Watch stood. With our oath, we forsake everything else for our solemn vow to defend the Wall.

Night gather, and now my watch beings. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

The North must stand ready. Winter is coming.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. We've got some foundations for what's to come. Construction of a new castle, refurbishing of an old one, and new alliances. And Will's making his own moves that could prove useful in the future.

Next chapter, more of Will's time in the Capital is shown as he begins a special kind of recruitment and training for a special kind of group of warriors. Prior to his uncle's departure, there is to be a grand hunt in the King's Wood and no doubt that the Tyrells and Martells will stick around to have some fun. The prince is still unwed so who shall try their luck. William couldn't care less but what he does care about is something he discovers in the secret tunnels underneath the city. It leads him to have a very frank conversation with Jamie Lannister. That'll be fun. Until next time!

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William Baratheon: Son of Robert Baratheon and Lynna Stark, Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and Heir to the Iron Throne, the Blue Wolf, Slayer of the Iron Born, The Wolf of Storms, Breaker of Chains, Wolf of Justice, Stag of Righteousness, William the Conqueror, Khal of Tonitrua (Thunder). Personal sigil, a Seven-Pointed star on top of a Weirdwood tree. In the middle are the sigils of House Baratheon and Stark but halved, splitting them was an arrow and at the arrowhead was broken chains.

Appearance: Stephen Amell

Birthdate: 279AC: 17 years old

Regular Clothing/appearance: Boots, long black or grey trousers, light white tunic/shirt, dark blue/black leather jacket with hood and facemask. Gloves. Vambraces with hidden blades, Valyrian daggers holstered in boots, and Storm's Wrath slung over his left hip. If not jacket than white tunic with a black tailcoat embroidered with blue and gold coloring and a blue winter rose stitched over the heart.

Armor:

Steel plated combat gloves

Steel plated vambraces/forearm guards with Valyrian steel forearm spikes and attached hidden blades.

Light metal leg greaves

Iron plated Samurai Dō (Chest armor) colored black with flecks of dark blue and white with sigil of House Baratheon and Stark. Attached leather shoulder pauldrons with light metal covering.

Steel Barbuta-style helmet.

Royal crown. Gold, silver, and bronze in color composed of stag-like horns and a wolf's head with various gems laid in on the base.

Weapons:

Black/Blue Goldenheart tree Composite Recurve Bow and Arrows usually kept in saddle holster

Small throwing knives looped in belt

Valyrian Steel stiletto dagger & Valyrian Steel Dragonbone dagger holstered in boots

Valyrian steel bastard sword Storm's Wrath holstered around left hip. Black scabbard with a black colored blade streaked with ripples of gold and red.

Valyrian steel bastard sword Wolf's Fang holstered over left shoulder or in saddle holster when riding. Grey scabbard with blue and white colored blade.

Hidden blades taken from assassin and secured on forearm bracers. Attached Phantom Blade on left bracer.

Pouch of small smoke or gas bombs

Valyrian steel sword, Blackfyre, ancient sword of House Targaryen. Keep hidden and locked up for safe keeping, mainly for ceremonial purposes at the moment.

Notable Talents: Expert archer/trained in the Summer isles speed archery, knife thrower with expert aim and marksmanship. Ambidextrous and trained in sword combat by Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Barristan Selmy. Close combat training by Hundred Eyes. Agile and quick moving, self-trained in parkour, Free running, and urban exploration. Smart and quick thinking on the battlefield. Knowledge of battle tactics, poison, wildlife, history, politics, and economics. Fluent in Low Valyrian, High Valyrian, Summer Tongue, and Dothraki.

Personality: Smart, attentive, wise, honorable up to a point, caring, generous, humble and cares about others. Hates backstabbers, deceivers, people who violate his trust or think they are superior to others. Doesn't like to be treated like a child or an idiot. Unrelenting against his enemies or those who harm innocents or his family. Prone to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders or self-doubt in certain situations.

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