Chapter Six: The old wolf's final battle…

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A.N: Yo everyone after ages of anticipation, I finally give you the sixth chapter! I'm so sorry it took so long but real life stuff and a little bit of writers block got in the way but it's here and I hope it was well worth the wait. I can't thank my bro Gatt enough for his help editing and cleaning up any mistakes.

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The blade Ice glinted in the roaring sun. Violet eyes watched as the sword was raised high. He couldn't hear the cheering of the crowd, the screaming of Sansa and Cersei, even Joffrey's mad laughter, none of it.

A deep rage boiled over his heart, his mind searching for an answer to this madness. Never before had he had a plan, one of his plans failed. He knew why.

He glared at Joffrey, but it wasn't just the blonde boy King who ruined his plans. It was his own arrogance, he had yet to fail something until this moment.

Naruto's eyes lit into a flame of sorcery, and he took a step forward, his ring singed on his hand as he bellowed out in a voice full of power, "Ser Ilyn, halt your blade!"

The executioner froze, the blade slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor with a mighty clang. There was not a sound, no one in the mass crowd dared make a sound.

Ned lifted his head, staring at Naruto with wide eyes, as were his daughters but with hope in their eyes, hope that he would do the impossible and save their father. Joffrey took a step back as the sorcerer walked towards him with flaming eyes. For a moment, he feared he was in the presence of the stranger, his thread of life nearly strung to an end, but that was not to be. Naruto simply held his arm tight, his flaming eyes bearing down on Joffrey before they disappeared in a blink of an eye, now violet pools once more.

"Your Grace, deeply consider this action. It could lead to a war we can't afford, and you would be letting him off far more easily than he deserves. Send him to the wall. He will be cold, starving, most likely to get killed by one of his 'Brothers' simply for being once a Lord." Naruto could see his words were starting to have an effect, his mad green eyes plotting. A part of him wished to punish the Sorcerer for his disrespect but a larger part of himself was enjoying what he was hearing. "This mere small act of kindness will not only grant you favor with not just the peasants but the Lords across the land. Imagine the awe they would speak of you. Joffrey the Gallant and Just, Joffrey the Wise King."

Naruto released Joffrey, but he didn't move, the lion king looked into the sorcerer's eyes to see they were no longer flaming. He was quiet as his mind comprehended Lord Sauron's council.

Naruto, along with Sansa, Cersei, and even the folk of Kings Landing waited with bated breath for Ned Stark's verdict. Lord Sauron removed his hand, taking a step back as the evil King plotted. His eyes briefly met the once proud Lord of Winterfell, giving a nod so subtle the man nearly missed.

He was keeping to his word or rather doing his best to keep his word. It gave Ned hope that he would keep his daughters safe.

Joffrey finally came to a decision. He would humor his oldest friend's request. For now.

"My people of King's Landing. Lord Sauron has once again offered me his wise counsel. There will be no execution today." As expected, the small folk were unsatisfied, and they made that clear, falling silent when Joffrey raised his hand, a sadistic idea already forming in his cruel mind. "Fret not! Your desire for blood will be stated. A tourney far bloodier and deadlier than you have ever seen shall take place. A grand spectacle for you, the people!"

They cheered thunderously.

Joffrey smiled something evil at the applause and the shouting of his name, telling himself this is how it should always be.

Cersei watched her son take in the love of the crowd, it was his right, yet there was a pit in her stomach. He hadn't listened to her. He ignored her words and went to murder Lord Stark. Cersei always knew her son was dangerous; he was a lion, and even if he wasn't the strongest, he was still a deadly creature. It was only now that she realized how dangerous he truly was. It was now where the Queen Regent started to question if she could control her son and for how long? She did not know. That frightened her.

Sansa's eyes were fresh with tears. For a horrid moment, she was sure she was going to watch her father die, beheaded by their own ancestral sword. It seemed the Gods wanted to be especially cruel today, or rather, they would have if not for Lord Sauron's timely intervention.

The Stark girl felt something she had never felt before swell in her heart. She had thought what she felt for Joffrey before was love, but over time she started to realize that it was only fascination and admiration simply for the fact he was the crowned prince. She was far too smitten and blind to see what he truly was, a cruel boy given power he didn't deserve.

He was nothing like Naruto, who was honorable, kind, everything a good man and King should be, but she kept her thoughts to herself, instead gazing at Lord Sauron like the smitten maiden she was and looking away when Naruto smiled at her but soon the smile was wiped away as her father was taken away by guards, prosomely to be thrown back into his cell until he would be sent off to the Wall.

She may never see him again…but at least he would be with Jon, a hopeful voice tried to convince her, but the pit in her heart that promised something foul refused to leave. It had a hold on her that refused to break.

Naruto watched Joffrey leave, followed by his mother and a reluctant Sansa. That was far too close for comfort. To say the death of Ned Stark would ruin all his plans would be far too dramatic. No, it would simply just prolong the inevitable, perhaps make things harder than they needed to be, but such was life. Not everything went according to plan.

Maybe it was best he cleared his mind before Ned was sent off towards the Wall…

Myrcella sat alone in her room, herself and Tommen were told to stay inside the castle where it was safe, out of sight. She did not know the fate of Ned Stark, but if she knew her brother as well as she did then the honorable man was certainly dead or would be soon. She couldn't be sure which.

There was a knocking at her chamber door. Her elegant voice commanded the guards stationed outside to let them enter, her heart soaring when she saw it was her favorite sorcerer. Myrcella rose elegantly from her seated position, walking with grace that was expected of a princess as she met Naruto halfway, holding onto her favorite Lord in a lover's embrace.

The magic user felt his eyes fall ever so slightly as he relished in the embrace of his Princess. The smell of her perfume, the soft feeling of the golden curls of her hair, even her gentle touch was something he deeply missed.

"How did it go? Is Lord Stark still alive?" Myrcella was gentle as she caressed his tense jaw. Her touch soothing, lessening his anger and allowing him to stop gritting his teeth.

"Your brother…" The way he said 'brother' was chillin, the ferocity in his eyes unlike anything she had ever seen. No, Myrcella had never seen her beloved sorcerer so furious. "Joffrey seemed insistent on ruining everything and dooming the kingdom to another war. I have, for the moment, spared everyone such a fate, but it's only a matter of time till the fool starts something he can't finish."

The golden-haired princess took Naruto by the hand, guiding him towards her lounge, which was more than big enough to fit two."Uncle Renly has fled the Red Keep with his Lord of flowers."

"Has he now?" Lord Sauron muttered to himself before turning his attention to his gentle and innocent lioness. Wrapping her in his arms, he smiled as Myrcella melted in his embrace. Naruto's own eyes fell half-lidded as the stress of today slowly faded away bit by bit. Yet it didn't leave entirely.

As Naruto sat there, thinking and plotting, his eyes traveled down to his ring. A faint glow traveled across the beautiful piece of magical gold. Lord Sauron was starting to realize that while his ring was powerful, it wasn't strong enough. He was stretching the limits of its current power, he knew there was more, much more hidden away, but he couldn't access it with normal black smithing tools. This was one of the many reasons why he wanted to go to old Valyria.

He was controlling and still corrupting the minds of over forty thousand men, women and children to be absolutely loyal not just to himself but to Dany as well while he was on the other side of the world. In his quest for power he didn't realize he was grazing on the current limit of the ring's power. It left him in a predicament.

He could not alter Joffrey's mind without losing thousands of Dothraki, which was not fully under his control yet, a disaster waiting to happen. The best he could do at this current moment was use his magic to persuade Joffrey into his way of thinking, but such an unstable mind was tricky, playing to the boy king's narcissism was his only salutation at the moment until he gained more power.

The sorcerer was broken from his thoughts by Myrcella's soft voice "How is Sansa?"

The blonde-haired lioness found herself growing close with the Stark girl on their way back to King's Landing. It felt nice to have a girl her own age to talk to, to spend time with and not feel like a Princess. Myrcella missed spending time with Sansa and promised herself she would correct that.

"Distraught, I imagine. The poor girl nearly lost her father today, forced to watch him die in a cruel way." Naruto remembered her blue eyes well, swollen and red from crying. Her lips parted in a scream as she was held back from running towards her father.

Myrcella frowned, leaning slightly out of her beloved sorcerer's embrace to ask, "Will she get to see him before he's sent to the wall?"

Naruto sighed, knowing the truth would be something cruel for someone who didn't deserve it. "I'm not sure, but knowing Joffrey, I'm sure he would ban it just to twist his knife in an already grave wound."

"Poor Sansa…" the golden-haired Princess whispered in thought, frowning her trimmed golden brows as she thought of something that could be done for her friend. Then her beautiful green eyes lit up with an idea or, rather, a request that she would make of her beloved sorcerer. "Naruto."

"Hm?" Naruto turned his full attention to Myrcella, caressing her, holding her and smiling as she nuzzled into his embrace like a content kitten rather than the lioness she was.

"Can you take Sansa to see her father before he is taken to the wall?" Naruto pretended to ponder her request, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand as his bent arm rested on the wooden and beautifully crafted armrest.

"Is this an order?" The crimson-haired lord asked as his princess sat up straight, her eyes sharpening and narrowing in a way similar to her queen mother when she was in a demanding mood.

"It is." A command that was said sweetly but strongly. Myrcella had certainly been taking to her lessons well.

Naruto gently pressed his lips to the back of the princess's hand, staring at the golden-haired beauty with reserved hunger. "Then consider it done."

Myrcella's plump, pouty lips formed into a smile that screamed seduction as she softly whispered into Naruto's ear, "Thank you, my loyal sorcerer~"

The crimson-haired lord felt a pleasurable chill run up his spine. He felt like a ravenous wolf about to partake in sinful delight, yet with great self-control, he pulled away from his princess, missing the look of disappointment and desire that had replaced her usual gaze of sweet innocence. "I suppose it's best that I see Sansa to her father sooner rather than later. Knowing your brother, he could change his mind about Lord Stark's fate in only a matter of hours." Naruto felt reluctant to leave Myrcella's addictive embrace but found the will to rise, turning to the pouting princess as he said, "I'll see you later tonight for your lessons."

"I look forward to it~" Naruto's lips curled into something wicked at Myrcella's tone. It promised something…delightful.

The oldest daughter of Stark sat by her windowsill in quiet despair. Her eyes still raw from tears as her mind goes over the times she had been so unkind to her father, so ungrateful. In her hands was the doll her father bought for her in hopes of raising her soured spirits. As old as she was, it was the gesture that counted, and as she held the beautifully crafted doll with the stark crest sewn onto her dress, it made Sansa feel even worse. So much regret started to pile on her shoulders as Sansa realized so much was going to be left unsaid, and it broke her heart.

Knock, Knock.

"Sansa? Are you there?" Ever the lady, or rather always feeling like she needed to be a lady, Sansa wiped her eyes and made herself more presentable before approaching the door. Sansa was hesitant but still opened the door to what could be considered a pleasant surprise in more dour time for her family.

Naruto greeted Sansa with a soft smile and kind eyes as he asked, "May I come in?"

"Please, I could use a friend." The sorcerer gave the troubled daughter of Stark his sympathies as he closed and locked the door, enchanting it so no one would be able to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Sansa, I-" Naruto had turned to face Sansa, ready to apologize that he couldn't do anything more for her father when, in a surprising act, Sansa hugged him, her shoulders shaking as she once again started to cry.

Naruto found himself briefly frozen stiff by the sudden and unexpected embrace. He was inexperienced in providing comfort to others, bar Myrcella, in such a way as he himself had never experienced it. The crimson-haired sorcerer was hesitant at first, but Naruto soon found himself wrapping his strong arms around Sansa and embracing her.

"Thank you for saving my father…"

Naruto frowned at her words, considering the fate he had bestowed on Ned Stark, he didn't really consider himself a savior. Perhaps the fact he would spend the remainder of his days with his son was a small blessing but it was clear such a fate wasn't deserved for such an honorable man.

It was unfortunate the world could be so cruel.

"I wish I could've done more," Naruto said after Sansa left his embrace, following the distraught Lady towards her window and gazing upon the city with Sansa feeling less awe than when she arrived.

"You did more than anyone else. More than Joffrey…" Naruto didn't miss the frost in her tone, but he couldn't blame her. In a single day, her world had turned upside down, and the people she loved were in danger. Naruto would find it more strange if she wasn't starting to harbor resentment for the king.

"While I would love to say I'm here on simply my own behalf, that isn't strictly the truth. The princess has given me orders," Naruto explained as they stared down at the people of King's Landing going about their day. They seemed complacent as if they hadn't been howling for the death of Lord Stark hours ago.

"Myrcella?" Sansa hadn't seen the princess in a while, her only friend bar Naruto. It warmed her heart to know she was still in the princess's thoughts.

Naruto once again gained the distraught daughter of Stark's attention as he asked her, "How would you like to say goodbye to your father? Properly this time?"

"I could truly see my father?" Sansa whispered in a hopeful tone until she remembered her betrothed and his mother. Her stomach once again twisted into knots as she was hesitant to ask, "But what about Joffrey and the Queen?"

Naruto's mouth briefly curled down at the mention of Joffrey. He was growing more erratic, and the sorcerer realized his own faults as well. He had grown arrogant in not just his ability but also his power. Confident everything would go his way without the slight thought of error.

The crimson-haired lord knew he needed to be better from here on out. Especially with his power spread so thin. He needed to grow stronger, and his ring needed more power, but such thoughts could wait for another time, Sansa was still waiting for his response. "Joffrey will be too focused on the tourney to pay you any mind. As for the Queen, well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Sansa finally found a true reason to smile after days upon days of worry for her father and sister. Her gratitude for Naruto and Myrcella grew tenfold. Her head was slightly bowed as she said with a quivered tone, "I truly appreciate everything you and the princess have done for me. I'm not sure how I will ever be able to repay you both."

Naruto knew if anyone else was in his position, they would plot something malicious, something that would undoubtedly cause more pain for Sansa in the future. Yet, Naruto felt no need to be the one that caused her more grief. He didn't see a political piece he could use for his own gain, nor did he see a way to manipulate the Starks.

He just saw a friend in need.

Naruto gently cupped Sansa's chin, brushing away her tears. He gave her a fond smile, a smile that was usually reserved for his princess, as he had one request for the northern beauty, "Stay strong, Sansa and stay a true friend with Myrcella. That is all I would ask, and I know the princess would feel the same way."

"Y-Yes. I will," Sansa promised, swearing deep in her heart that she would always stand by Naruto and Myrcella.

Naruto, as if he could sense her oath, smiled as he said, "Good. Now, my lady, I do believe it's time you say goodbye to your father."

Before Lord Sauron took Sansa by the hand, he gave her a black cloak that would shroud her growing womanly body completely. The hood completely hid her face, but the daughter of House Stark had no trouble seeing.

Seeing Sansa was ready, Naruto took the distraught girl to finally see her father…

The great Ned Stark stood still as he was chained. His hair had grown longer, covering his dirty face. The men around him were from the City Watch, Lord Sauron seemed to be taking extra precaution with his life and making sure he got to the wall in one piece.

While most men who were about to be sent to the Wall would either be cowering, crying or sick. At times, it was a terrible combination of the three. Ned did none of this because he knew he would get to see Jon again and his brother.

The thought of seeing his fellow pack mates brought a smile to the ex-Lord. He knew Robb would take care of his family, of Winterfell. Given the responsibilities far earlier than Ned would have liked, but that didn't stop the old wolf from having faith in his son. However, a brief piercing pain struck Ned in the heart as he thought of his beautiful wife, Caitlyn. How he would never get the chance to hold her once more, nor would he get the chance to feel her lips upon his own or get the chance to be one with his wife in their chambers, in their bed.

'Catelyn…'

Dark clouds were blown in by heavy winds, heavy rain was to be expected in a mere couple hours.

The City Watch and Ned heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The four men went to draw their swords while the ex-lord stood still, expecting Clegane to come out and finish him off on the King's orders. Thankfully, it wasn't Clegane, it was Lord Sauron walking as a cloaked figure.

The city watch immediately put away their swords, saluting Naruto before standing aside and waiting to hear what the commander of the city watch had to say.

"At ease men. I wish to have words with the prisoner before you take him away," Naruto glanced at the metal restricting Ned's form with a frown, ordering for him to be, "Unchained."

"Are you sure, my lord?" the City Watch member with the keys asked, approaching the shackled man hesitantly.

"This is still Ned Stark, one of the most honorable men in all of the seven Kingdoms. I trust him to go to the wall without a fuss," Naruto assured his men. He didn't have to wait long before Ned was unchained and standing before Naruto and the shrouded stranger.

Naruto walked a few paces away from the City Watch, giving them all their privacy. When Lord Sauron was sure no one was listening, he gestured to the hooded figure 'okay'.

Ned's breath left his lungs when he saw his eldest daughter staring back at him. Her eyes were wet as she whispered out, "Father?"

"How could you bring her here?" Ned demanded, his eyes becoming hardened and slightly furious as he glared at the crimson-haired sorcerer.

"Every woman deserves to say goodbye to her father." Naruto's simple statement had Ned looking away in shame and regret. Regret that he wouldn't get to say goodbye to Arya. Sansa had his full attention as she stepped forward.

"Oh, what have they done to you?" Sansa whispered in dread as she cleaned her father's face with her own personal handkerchief, damp from the rain. Ned didn't say anything, staring down at his daughter like she was the only rose in a barren field. Sansa brushed aside her father's long hair, looking into his gray stark eyes as she said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Ned didn't waste any time to embrace Sansa, stroking her hair as he assured her, "You have nothing to be sorry about. The fault is mine. We should never have left home…"

"I don't want you to go," Sansa muttered as she held her father even tighter, wishing that one of the gods would take pity on her and her family.

However, the gods did not seem to be very charitable on this day, and all Ned could do was give his daughter a weak smile as he said, "I must. I need to keep you and the rest of our family safe."

Naruto watched this all in silence, caressing his ring almost in a soothing way as he witnessed something he had never had the chance to experience, or if he did, he couldn't remember it.

Parental love.

To be a good parent and provider, meant to sacrifice, to put the good of your family before yourself. Ned Stark demonstrated how much he loved his family with his righteous and selfless acts. No matter how much his reputation was tarnished or his name diminished, what would always be true was the fact Ned was a good man but an even better father.

It made Naruto think of his own father and if he would have cared for him and loved him just as much as Ned did for his family.

Ned placed a kiss on his daughter's head, whispering so only Sansa could hear, "Stay strong and no matter what happens, never lose hope in your family."

The ex-lord parted away from his trembling daughter, turning away to briefly look towards Lord Sauron, giving the crimson-haired man a nod before walking towards his unwanted destiny with his head held high.

Sansa kept her head bowed as the rain started to fall. Naruto lifted the back of her hood so it was once again covering her face, stopping her from getting cold and soaked.

"Come, let's get you out of the cold." Sansa didn't put up a fuss as Naruto guided her away from her retreating father. Holding a hand to her heart as she prayed, not to the seven but to the old gods, like a true Northerner.

(Hours Later)

The rainfall had yet to cease as the day crept to night. A roaring fire illuminated Myrcella's room. The golden-haired princess laid comfortably on her bed, watching as the small metal lion pranced around in their jungle to her favorite song. The young lioness adored her gift from her beloved sorcerer, and there was never a day when she wasn't having the well-crafted piece play its beautiful melody. She even fell asleep to it most nights.

The princess' thoughts soon drifted to a conversation she had with her mother weeks ago. It was short, but the message was clear. Myrcella could kiss Naruto, she could even sleep with him if she wished but he would always be 'her's' and that infuriated her.

Naruto was her protector, he was her closest friend, and she had loved him long before her Queen mother started to develop an interest in the Sorcerer.

There was a knocking at her chamber door, and Myrcella didn't need a moment to ponder who it was. Smiling, she called for Naruto to enter.

Lord Sauron did a silent and quick enchantment on the door before giving his full and undivided attention to his best friend. Naruto's lips briefly parted, his heart starting to pick up at the heavenly sight of the princess. He felt like a man dying of thirst and she, an oasis, hidden in the desert.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Naruto replied respectfully as he walked across the room towards Myrcella's bed.

"How's Sansa?" Myrcella asked as she placed her music device away.

Naruto could only assume the poor girl was sleeping, having exhausted herself from the stress. Lord Sauron could only hope she would receive some closure after saying goodbye to her father. "She'll be fine with time."

"Good." The princess said before tapping the bed, batting her eyes as she softly uttered in a sultry tone, "Come sit next to me."

The usual suave and controlled Lord Sauron felt his pulse quicken. The way Myrcella was looking at him…he never thought someone he saw as pure could be so lubricious without even trying.

He crossed the room in a quick stride, taking Myrcella's offered hand and bringing it to his lips. Naruto never noticed before but the princess' skin was smooth, perfect, almost as if she bathed in milk every day.

"Naruto…" Myrcella uttered his name softly, gently biting her ruby-red lips as she reached out to stroke Naruto's cheek. The princess started to lean forward, and Lord Sauron met his closest friend halfway, kissing Myrcella with such passion and love, that it could almost be comparable to a burning star.

Myrcella reciprocated his actions tenfold, her hand moving down to Naruto's robes, doing her best to undress her beloved sorcerer without breaking their heavy snog. Naruto aided the princess in removing the top half of his clothes when the need for aid became too much.

Soon, his moving hands found themselves removing Myrcella's own modest nightdress. His fingertips lightly trailed over her skin like a feather. Myrcella shuddered in his arms, her breath hitching as his hand traveled up her thigh towards her quickly dampening core.

Myrcella found her heart skipping beats in her chest as someone other than herself was going to touch her. Fingers that felt rougher than her own gently touched her puffy, virgin lips. Gentle caresses had the princess letting out sounds she didn't know were possible.

Naruto smiled into Myrcella's neck as he felt his fingers growing more wet by the second. He placed a series of kisses and bites along the moaning princess's neck, moving his way to her heaving breasts. Large and bountiful, Naruto felt himself getting lost in sensation as he nipped at one of Myrcella's rosy nipples. The princess moaned, her hand finding the back of the crimson sorcerer's head and holding him close as her other hand gripped the sheets of her bed. Her legs arched and spread wide, giving Naruto's hand more access to stimulate her soaked lower lips.

"N-Naruto~" Myrcella moaned out the name of her love as she felt a pulling sensation deep in her core. Lights started to flash before Myrcella's eyes as she gasped, her heart racing as she came, calling out the name of her beloved sorcerer as she went briefly slack, attempting to catch her breath.

"You're so beautiful, Myrcella…" Naruto whispered as his eyes devoured the princess's exposed form like a hungry beast. Naruto was about to move so he could start pleasing Myrcella a different way when the princess placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Wait…" Myrcella panted as she was still trying to catch her breath. Lannister green eyes smoldering with lust as she softly uttered, "…I want to touch you, now~"

Naruto, while surprised at the request, was eager to see what his lovely lioness would do. Myrcella guided the crimson-haired sorcerer so he was on his back with his pants tossed to the side, leaving him as nude and vulnerable as Myrcella was. His member rose to its full intimidating stature, exciting the princess even more.

Myrcella was cautious as her small hand encircled the rigid length, biting her lip as she started to slowly bring her hand up and down in long smooth strokes. The princess had no idea what she was doing, just following her instincts but if the silent groans the sorcerer was making was any indication, she was doing well.

"Just like that, Myrcella," Naruto grunted as the princess grew bolder, bringing her other hand into play. Myrcella's heavy lust-filled gaze fell to the large head of Naruto's cock. An idea to try something she overheard a few maids gossiping about in the Kingdom halls.

She parted her ruby-red lips and swallowed the purple head in one natural swoop. Naruto groaned from the unexpected pleasure, reaching down with one hand to guide Myrcella.

Up and down, her lips left a wet trail on his twitching member. Her tongue swirled in an almost addictive way around the head of his cock. Myrcella grew more confident in her ability to please her new lover and started to take Naruto's member deeper into her mouth, gagging when he hit the back of her throat, but that didn't stop the determined princess. She kept up her stroking with both her hands while keeping her mouth in play, uncaring that her eyes started to water.

When the need for air became a need, Myrcella pulled back, staring up at Naruto with her doe eyes, asking, "Am I doing it right?"

"You're amazing…" Encouraged by Naruto's words, Myrcella went back to pleasing the sorcerer with her mouth and her right hand, her left hand fondling her breasts before traveling down her smooth stomach, past the patch of hair that rested just above her soaked lips. Myrcella started to massage her aching lips before moving her fingers to stimulate her sweet spot.

Naruto, seeing his beautiful golden-haired princess trying to ease the ache between her legs, picked her up like she weighed nothing and threw his lioness onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed like a beast approaching its fallen prey, his eyes hungry for flesh, for Myrcella.

Myrcella bit her lip, averting her gaze out of shyness but still spreading her legs and giving the man she loved the most access to her chastity. Naruto, wanting to see Myrcella's enchanting eyes, softly turned her chin, admiring her flushed cheeks, her smoldering eyes and her plump lips. He kissed her once more before slowly pushing himself into the moaning princess. Nails dug into his arms and back in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

Myrcella's eyes were half-lidded as she was steadily being filled to the brim. Her voice and breath briefly leave the princess as her maidenhood was claimed by her beloved sorcerer. Naruto was steady and gentle with Myrcella, not wanting to rush something so beautiful with someone he loved.

His invading member stretched her warm, wet walls in a way Myrcella couldn't begin to describe. Pleasure she didn't know existed had the princess of the seven kingdoms in a trace, unable to think about anything but Naruto and how wonderful he was making her feel. The sorcerer's hips started to pick up the pace, his hips slapped against her own in the age-old dance. Myrcella whimpered and gasped every time Naruto's cock invaded her deeper and deeper. Her eyes closed from the over-building pleasure, the princess's luscious thighs wrapped tight around Naruto's hip, pulling him further and faster into her slick depths.

Naruto found himself falling into a haze, eyes becoming unfocused as all he could think about was the gorgeous woman moaning in his arms.

Myrcella's eyes fluttered as she felt another explosive climax building within her loins. Her hot, wet walls hugged Naruto's large member in a way that could only be described as divine.

The princess felt electricity shoot up and down her spine, eyes slightly rolling back as she shivered. Climaxing harder than she ever had in her life, managing to utter out a silent, "Oh, by the gods! Naruto, I-I'm-"

Naruto interrupted the princess by slamming his cock in as deep as it would go, her entrance more than slick enough for the sorcerer to be a bit rougher with his love. The sudden change of pace, along with her approaching orgasm, had the princess in spasms, calling out Naruto's name as the sorcerer sheathed his member to the hilt. The head of his cock kissed her cervix before spewing a sizable load deep into her depths.

Myrcella was left a panting mess, but that didn't stop the princess from layering Naruto's shoulder and neck with gentle pecks before seeking his lips for another soul-scorching kiss. The indescribable sensation of Naruto's seed filling Myrcella's womb left the woman with a desire for more.

Myrcella kissed Naruto's cheek before ordering the sorcerer to once again lie on his back. The princess then proceeded to straddle him like a stallion, lining the head of his member with her entrance, biting her lip as she slowly lowered herself down until she was full to the brim. That familiar addictive sensation once again sent a pleasurable spark throughout Myrcella's body. Needing to feel that spark again, Myrcella started to rise and then bring herself down with a mighty 'clap', riding her beloved sorcerer for all he was worth.

Naruto held Myrcella's by her side, using her luscious hips as a way to thrust himself upwards, the head of his cock smacking into Myrcella's baby maker over and over and over.

Myrcella was like a lioness in heat, and she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. The princess had never felt more complete than this moment, the intimate act of making love with the man she loved more than anything in this world. It was all just so…perfect.

Myrcella, never stopping her stride, cupped Naruto's chin so he was looking deep into her Lannister green eyes as she said, "I *pant* love you…"

The honesty in her words left Naruto slightly breathless. She meant every word, and she truly loved him…

It brought out a frenzy in Naruto as he tried to express how much he loved Myrcella back through just actions alone. Kissing her, caressing her, doing everything in his power to make Myrcella feel things she didn't even know were possible.

The golden-haired princess moaned as she felt that wonderful feeling approaching once again, but this time, it was different. It felt bigger, much bigger than the last one. Myrcella barely had a second to brace herself for the explosive climax that left the poor woman shivering and clinging to the sorcerer from overstimulation. Naruto couldn't hold off his own release any longer and fired rope after sticky rope into the princess's welcoming depths.

They both collapsed to the bed caked in sweat, entangled in each other's arms, stuck staring into each other's sleepy eyes. Myrcella was the first to fall asleep, a smile on her lips as she felt that this night, this moment, couldn't have been more perfect. Naruto had a similar mindset, but he was also considering telling Myrcella about Daenerys, the dragons, and even the army of Dothraki, which he had under his control.

Not tonight, but soon. Soon, his lioness would know everything….

The heavy set rain that was coming down on Ned and the few men of the city watch was savage. Each man was cloaked from head to toe to save themselves from being soaked to the bone, but that did little to sway the chilly winds that felt like miniature knives cutting your skin with every gale.

Ned didn't struggle like the men who were Taking him to the wall. No, years of living in Winterfell had hardened his mind and body for such terrible conditions. This was nothing to the old wolf.

The man at the front of the cart was holding onto the horse's reins tightly. His eyes narrowed as he thought he could spot a figure through the storm. The soldier of the city watch barely had enough time to scream, "AMBUSH-grk!"

An arrow pierced the soldier's throat, and massive amounts of blood started to pool in his mouth. He fell off the cart, startling the horses and the men he was carrying.

The other members of the city watch were quick to leap out of the cart to avenge their fallen brother. Uncaring that they were outnumbered, the men of the city watch fought hard and bravely, but they were no match for the superior neighbors. Ned, knowing these men would die without his help, leapt onto the muddy ground and ripped a sword out of the fallen soldier's scabbard, joining the battle without a second thought. The old wolf roared as he decapitated an approaching assassin with a single slash. Blood spewed from the attacker's neck like a geyser. The headless body remained upright for a second before collapsing in a heap.

Ned and the remaining group of City Watch members grouped together. It was the four of them against over fifteen men all armed to the teeth. What many would consider an unwinnable battle but they would fight anyway.

Ned took the enemy by surprise, charging first with his sword held tightly in both hands. The ex-lord didn't have to wait long before he heard the stomping of the city watch, brave men willing to fight and die against the enemy.

Ned's sudden advance left a lot of the assassins stunned and open for the old wolf's strike. Impaling a man to the hilt of his blade, barely keeping the sword inside the man's belly for less than a second before ripping it out, now stained crimson with a dead man's blood. The old wolf's fangs were still sharp and fierce. Ned took down another man, then another. It almost took the ex-lord back to his younger days, back when he was happiest with his best friend.

A soldier of the city watch managed to take down two assassins on his own before being skewered by two pikes coming from different directions. The death of their comrade pushed the remaining two city watch members to fight harder. Against the odds, the three men started to turn the tide of the battle. The numbers were being cut drastically, showing these assassins weren't necessarily the most skilled and focused on overwhelming their targets with superior numbers, but rather with superior skill.

Ned could see there were only seven men remaining. It gave him hope that perhaps this wouldn't be his end. He blocked the sloppy slash of a boy who couldn't be older than sixteen, around the same age as his sons. Ned didn't hesitate to kill the boy as quickly and cleanly as he could. His need to survive heavily outweighed the guilt of taking a young life. Ned heard a scream. He had to assume it was another man from the city watch falling in battle, and as selfish as it sounded, the ex-lord could only hope the fallen soldier killed as many as he could before fully succumbing to his wounds.

The sound of crunching mud and dirt was all the alert Ned needed to dodge a lunge from behind. Swing his sword downwards with as much strength as he could muster, the assassin's sounds of agony were blocked out by the rain and the fighting of the only remaining City watch member. Ned briefly looked back at the man who screamed earlier, counting two enemy corpses next to the man's own.

Four assassins remained.

The ex-lord restarted his ferocious assault on the remaining squad, swinging his blade with the strength of five men. The impact of Ned's blade slamming against his foe caused the assassin's sword to chip and slip from his hand. Unarmed and defenseless, there was nothing more he could do than accept his death silently.

Before the assassin's body had even hit the ground, Ned had already moved on to his next opponent. The adrenaline in his body was starting to fade, and age was wearing its head once more. The old wolf was quickly being reminded he wasn't a young man anymore and that he needed to kill the remaining three assassins quickly.

The last and still fighting soldier of the city watch was holding his own, but his inexperience and lack of stamina would be his downfall, taking a sword to the belly and having inwards spill out onto the wet, muddy ground.

Ned roared as he charged forward, countering a slash while at the same time caving in the knee of the remaining assassin's comrade. The man wailed as he fell to his knees, not ready for the sword that pierced through his face and out the back of his skull in a single skilful move.

Only one assassin remained standing on the blood-stained road. Nearly twenty bodies were sprawled across the ground unceremoniously, both enemy and temporary ally alike. Ned breathed in before softly breathing out, and his gray eyes narrowed as he approached the last man standing. Ned's final opponent looked haggard and worse for wear and yet, the beaten man kept his sword drawn and held high. Something Ned could find admirable.

Nodding his head in respect for the life he was about to take, the old wolf lunged forward one last time. Ned's blade pierced the assassin's flesh just as it had his many comrades. Ned stood alone in the rain, panting from exhaustion, his breath visible as the adrenaline started to leave his body.

With the ex-lord's guard finally down, the archer who had hidden himself for the majority of the battle finally allowed himself to be revealed with his bow held securely and an arrow being drawn back tight until the last living assassin's arm started to shake. The arrow slipped from his fingers, soaring through the air far too quickly for the old wolf to react. Striking his chest with a mighty thump.

Ned, shocked at first, took a step back. Looking down at the arrow, then back at the man who launched it with a feral scowl. Pushing aside the pain, Ned charged forward, grunting as his shoulder was jostled back by another arrow. Ned's left arm and hand went limp but his right hand held on strong, never losing its grip on his sword. The archer, becoming more afraid of the still-standing and fighting ex-lord, fired another arrow that pierced the already wounded man's right leg. Ned could hardly breathe, he was sure an arrowhead had pierced his lung, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. The thought of his family kept him walking with his head held high. He felt tired, so very tired, but Ned knew he couldn't allow himself to fall just yet.

The last remaining assassin would put the wolf down with his last arrow, or so he hoped. His hands were shaking. Not from the cold rain but rather, the fear coursing through his veins. Ned captured quite the intimidating sight of a feral-looking man riddled with arrows and blood dripping from his mouth.

Swallowing his fear, the assassin let his final arched arrow loose. His aim was steady and true, sailing through the air to pierce the dying man's skull.

Clang!

But the arrow did not hit its mark as Ned, through an act of instinct or perhaps skill or possibly a lucky combination of the two, saved the ex-lord from meeting a quick end as he batted the arrow away with his sword. The archer slipped on his own muddy feet in an attempt to get away, falling onto his back with a cry. The assassin held his hand out, begging for mercy, but a sword to the throat would be all the mercy a dishonorable killer like him would deserve.

With the deed done, Ned finally released his blade. Haggard for breath, he limped away from the blood-soaked road while cradling his slack arm. Pain coursed through Ned with every step, and his vision was growing black and yet, the old wolf continued to push through it all with pure determination. His head was bowed, and the dying man wasn't even sure where he was going, all Ned knew was he needed to keep heading north.

Stumbling past a tree line, the beaten and near-dead lord found himself smiling at the sight of a weirwood tree. A piece of home. The last of Ned's strength helped the man limp towards the tree before his knees buckled, and he collapsed against the mighty timber. With his back against the weirwood and blood soaking the grass, the honorable Ned Stark felt his eyes start to become heavy.

He was tired, so very tired…

'I'm sorry Cat…I should have listened.' Ned thought with a grimace as his last thoughts were filled with nothing but his children, the love of his life and his brother, who he knew he would be seeing soon.

With a final breath, Ned Stark died with a smile after battling against sixteen men and winning. Dying with honor and integrity…

The mark on Ned's chest glowed, and within minutes, Lord Sauron was standing before the dead man with a frown. The sorcerer had seen the corpses of the assassins and his men of the city watch, managing to pierce together that this was a planned attack and Joffrey must have been involved somehow. Whether the foolish boy managed to hire these sorry excuses for the assassin himself or had someone else do it didn't matter. What mattered was how much more dangerous and unpredictable he was becoming.

This forced Naruto to realize he had to hurry his plans and gain more power quickly. He needed to convince Joffrey to send him to Old Valyria.

The pompous and arrogant King strolled through the halls of his kingdom with his head held high like the mighty lion he thought himself to be. Joffrey felt an inhuman, sadistic pleasure from his own plan; it wasn't hard to send his 'dog' to hire men drunk and dumb enough to be impressed by a flash of gold.

Joffrey smirked as he approached his chambers, wanting to look upon the great valyrian steel sword Ice. Perhaps he might even hold the heavy blade as he breaks the news to his 'betrothed'. Yes, the idea of Sansa in tears while he held her fathers blade made the mad evil prince snicker.

Without much care, Joffrey shoved his chamber door open, marching through the room that once belonged to his father and now belonged to him. The selfish and evil man-child's thoughts quickly drifted to something he recently acquired. The ancient Valyrian steel sword of house Stark and how it was now his.

Joffrey was arrogant in his thoughts, believing it was his right to own the blade. With great haste, a new disturbing idea crept from his decrepit mind to torture the already near-broken Sansa. He would take the sword and gloat, revealing he hired a group of men to kill her father, but as he entered his chambers, the evil king was baffled to find Ice was nowhere to be seen. The bastard stood still in his confusion, his mind trying to process why Ice was missing. Confusion soon bled into rage as he started to trash his room, calling for the servants, the guards and even his mother as he demanded to know who stole his blade, who stole Ice…

(Robb's War camp)

A familiar crimson-coloured steed trotted towards Robb Stark's camp filled to the brim with his bannermen. The platoon of guards shouted for a cloaked Naruto to halt, holding out their spears as one of the men gave orders to find their Lord.

Robb marched out of his war tent, followed by his mother, Catelyn. Both were very wary as they cautiously approached Naruto, who had now removed his hood.

"Lord Stark, Lady Stark." Naruto greeted as he nodded his head in respect.

"Lord Sauron, why are you here?" Robb demanded as he was prepared for the sorcerer to attack himself and everyone in the camp on Joffrey's order.

"Your Lord father has died."

"What?" Catelyn whispered in distraught as her hand went to her heart, holding back tears that seemed to be ready to fall at any moment.

"How could you know this?" Robb demanded before his eyes fell across a body that was covered out of respect. The young Lord turned his attention back to Naruto, a slight quiver in his voice as he asked, "Is that…"

"I'm sorry." At Naruto's confirmation, the young wolf closed his eyes in pain while Catelyn quietly sobbed.

"Did Joffrey do this?" Robb demanded, eyes furious yet red and wet from tears begging to be released.

"It wasn't done by Joffrey's own hand, but I believe he gave the order." Naruto once again confirmed, staring at the hurting son and mother with pity. Naruto hopped off his horse, gaining the ire of Lord Stark's bannermen. Each one pulled out a sword or held their spear tightly. Naruto was careful as he carried the deceased father with care. "Your father fought bravely. When I arrived, Ned was the only man standing, and even with his wounds, he found the strength to walk north until he couldn't walk anymore. He was trying to get home back to his pack. It's only right that he be buried with the rest of his family."

Robb followed Naruto to his own personal tent with his mother not far behind them both, managing to whisper out a quiet, "Thank you…"

Naruto nodded silently before placing the body of the ex-lord down on what Naruto could only assume was Robb's bed. Lord Sauron stepped back to give Robb Catelyn their space, and head bowed as he awaited to be addressed.

Robb swallowed the lump in his throat as his shaking hand pulled back the covering. The sight of his dead father caused the young wolf to fall to his knees, head bowed as he silently cried.

Catelyn found herself in shock. Unable to speak as she reached out to stroke Ned's cheek. Her lips trembled as all she could think was how peaceful her husband looked. It seemed he was finally getting a long-deserved rest after a lifetime of fighting.

"Oh Ned…" Catelyn whispered as she placed a kiss on her deceased husband's head. The widow moved over to her son's side, whispering words of support but also reminding Robb that he needed to be strong and show his strength in front of not just Lord Sauron but his bannermen as well.

Robb wiped his face clean of any tears, standing tall as he turned to face his mother, his sadness burning into fury as he declared, "We'll bring him home. Right away, then we will make that bastard pay. I'll take his fucking head off myself!"

Robb then turned his attention to Naruto, now noticing a familiar sword strapped to his shoulder. The crimson sorcerer, knowing now was the right time, slowly unstrapped Ice from his back and then presented it for the new Lord Stark to take. Robb's gloved hand slowly curled around the long handle of Ice, the blade feeling far heavier than he could ever imagine, forcing Robb to use his other if he had any hopes of lifting the sword.

But Robb managed, and he looked every bit like the lord his father hoped he would become. Robb pointed the sword downwards, looking at Naruto with his eyes filled with serious determination, saying, "Lord Sauron, while I am forever grateful for what you have done for my family this day, I must ask. Why? Why are you doing this for my family?"

Naruto was silent at first as he looked into Robb questioning eyes then Catelyn's. He looked back towards Lord Stark, being honest as he confessed, "I am bound to the royal family, but I understand when a man has been wronged. My only regret besides being unable to save your father was being unable to bring your sisters here."

Naruto turned to leave, having said his piece and done what he needed to do, but Robb called out to the retreating sorcerer, "Lord Sauron, I can see you are an honorable man. Stay and fight with us. I know that with your power and influence, we could take down the Lannisters."

"While I would wish for nothing more than to fight alongside you and bring justice to Joffrey, I too am honor-bound, and I'm afraid this duty is far too important for me to betray." It didn't take Robb and Catelyn to realize it was the princess to whom Naruto was referring to, and they found their respect for the sorcerer growing ever deeper.

"I understand and wish you luck. I hope if we meet again, it'll be under better circumstances."

"Take care of yourself, Lord Stark, my lady." With those being his final words, Naruto retreated back to his stallion blood wind. Patting his mighty steed softly before leaping onto the saddle and riding speedily away from Robb's camp.

As Naruto rode his horse back to King's Landing, he pondered his next course of action on how he was going to steal the throne from Joffrey. After a few moments, Naruto realized there was no better way to steal a kingdom than by stealing its heart, and any heart of any kingdom was its people.

Naruto would earn their love, earn their respect and then, he would take it all…