This is a very different story. It's a modern AU, set in King's Landing, but a modernized version of it. With roads, and shit. Plenty of guns, drugs, cars, blood, all kinds of crazy shit. I let my creativity off its leash for this.

So, it's modern, imagine they have a lot of the same things we got.

This is very AU, and I mean really AU. People who are dead in the show and books, are alive, like Robb. Certain characters are kinda different, like their personalities. I think that covers all the bases, if you have other questions, like what is The King of Block? That will be explained.

Couple things to understand before you start reading. Below is the prologue, where I set up this universe. To be better understand the setting, imagine the beginning of the prologue that you read there took place around what would've been the early 1920s. When the story starts, I'd say to imagine it's just like 2018. Also, when the story starts, imagine the ages of everyone would be similar to season five-ish. So, in season seven, Jon's probably around 21 or 22. Here, imagine him around 19-ish. You can gauge everyone else from that.

Hope you enjoy. I've spent a lot of time on this.

Prologue:

It all started a very long time ago. A young Aegon Targaryen wanted so much more than he already had. His ancestors had been content to just sit lay around on their island. Dragonstone, an island of their own making, the Targaryens. But not Aegon. He looked west, where he would find what he was looking for. Everything, all the lands, all Seven Kingdoms, he wanted them. He would take them. His family was the only in all of Westeros to have crafted something, no one else had. A plane. Specifically, an airplane that could lay waste to anything that opposed them. Planes that could drop heavy explosives on the lands below, and fire machine guns from the front.

Aegon, and his two sisters, Rhaenys and Visenya, would use these planes to bring the country to heel. Soon, Aegon was the first Targaryen King ever.

Seventy-five years later, King Aerys Targaryen ruled over Westeros. In the beginning, he was a fine ruler. But as he grew older, he also grew more insane. He enjoyed watching people burn; stakes were built around the city, every day, a person was chosen at random to be burned at the stake, by way of a flamethrower.

Among Aerys many mistakes as King, he decided that the then nine families of the city shouldn't be allowed to conduct their various businesses. Stark, Lannister, Mormont, Greyjoy, Bolton, Tyrell, Martell, Frey, and Baratheon families were no longer allowed to own businesses or undergo any exchanges of money. Essentially, he damned them to bankruptcy.

A meeting was held in The Block, The Block is a section of the King's Landing, located directly in the middle of the city. There, the ten families would meet every so often to discuss business, and to make sure they don't kill each other. The Block was founded by Cregan Stark when all the families business began to intersect, a civil war broke out between the families. The city quickly became a mess, the streets were painted with blood, sons and daughters were murdered, plenty of property was destroyed. Cregan decided enough was enough, he called for a truce. Then, he was able to convince the leaders of all then nine families to come together, and not fight. The families came up with the idea to create The Block, and they decided that Cregan should lead them. Because brought them together.

Cregan was named King Of The Block. After that, the Accords of the Block were created. Rules, and guidelines for how the families would interact from then on. All the rules were written down in a large book, a book that is now kept inside The Block and is considered sacred.

Important rules include but are not limited to:

When the current King dies, if a successor has been named, that person takes over, if not, an election will be held. If three family leaders veto the named successor, an election will be held. Only two people are allowed to run for King. If there are more than two candidates that wish to be King, a separate election must be held to decide the two. The election of the King must take place two weeks after the passing of the last King. This is allowed so the candidates can speak with the other leaders and such, they made attempt to secure a vote. This time is also for the family of the deceased King, a time for mourning. If the King was murdered, and any of the family leaders are found out to have any part in the killing, they cannot be allowed to be King.

The killing of women and children is not allowed. Offenders will be punished severely. Drugs and weapons are not to be sold to children.

If a leader wants another leader killed, a separate meeting must be held. First, excommunication from the Block is brought up, if all leaders agree, the offending leader will be pushed out, and another person from that family take his/her place. But If all other leaders agree on the killing, the killing may take place. The killing must be painless, a quick death is important. Poison or a bullet to the head is the most prominent option.

Any man that is directly involved or employed by a family; Must be marked via a tattoo on the right side of the neck area of that family's sigil. Marks cannot be removed in any way. This does not apply to employees of a business owned by a family. Only men that are directly related or employed by the family itself. Additionally, any man employed by a family must wear a suit, at all times during specific employment hours. Time off or spent away is not important for this rule. A woman employed may wear whatever is required of them. Women are also not required to get marked.

Any person that is to become directly employed or related by a family must swear an oath given by that family. This oath states that this person, should they ever leave the service of this family or under any other circumstances, will never make anything they did or saw known to any other person not related to the family. Under any circumstances, does the families business need to be known by the authorities, friends, relatives. If any information is leaked to anyone, the person responsible for the leak may be apprehended by the family and dealt with as the family sees fit.

Any marriage between two members of two different families ends any and all hostilities between the two families. Dating also falls under this rule.

Violating these or any other of the Accords is cause for punishment.

But the perks of being King is that you are essentially invincible. Hypothetically, no can touch you, they can try. The King can add to the Accords, but the new rule must be voted on. Any disputes between families are put to rest by the King. He also delivers punishments whenever he deems necessary.

Each family controls certain businesses in the city, the Starks control all gambling that goes on in the city. They own two casinos in the city. Also, they own five nightclubs in the city.

The Lannisters control all jewelry sales in the city, their home, Casterly Rock, sits on a gold mine. Gold and other assorted jewels are brought into the city every other day. Every whorehouse, brothel, or strip club in the city is owned by them as well.

The Boltons control all sales of meat and various food sales. They own several restaurants and slaughterhouses in the city. They also run six underground fight clubs in the city.

The Greyjoys controls all imports into the city, the shipyard is their domain.

The Martells control all manufacture and sales of every drug sold in and outside the city, from painkillers to heroin.

The Mormonts control all sales of clothing in the city, they own all clothing stores.

The Baratheons control all sales of any form of alcohol in the city, they own every bar or tavern, along with several breweries in the city.

The Frey's are considered the vilest out of all the families, if someone needs killing, they're the people you should be talking to. They also control all sales of any form of weaponry, from guns to knives to poison.

The Tyrells are the farmers, they control all sales anything from grain to carrots in the city. They own three farms outside the city and five markets in the city. They work in with the Mormonts often.

Each family can buy from each other, come together on business deals, and sometimes co-own certain businesses. Families can buy out other families businesses, for example, the Starks could buy or build a shooting range they'd just have to pay the Frey's first. But it is important that families stay in their lane, spilling over into other families business is how the disputes got started.

Civilians can open up businesses that a family has a monopoly on, but they will undoubtedly be set upon by the cohorts of the offended family. Either to be bought out, demand monthly payments for 'protection,' or just uprooted.

The families prospered for a countless amount of years until King Aerys made his decree.

Aerys believed there was no other King but himself, he was insulted and angered that anyone would call themselves King. Because of this, and believing the families were all criminals, he called for the then King of the Block, Rickard Stark's head, along with 'The Block,' to be completely destroyed.

Before Aerys went mad, he was content with the then nine families dealings in the city, he was basically blind to it. But suddenly, he became aware and furious.

To add to the strife, around the same time of Aerys' decree, Rhaegar Targaryen supposedly abducted Lyanna Stark, Rickard's daughter. No one knew where they went. Many assumed they fled to Essos. This caused an uproar among the Baratheons, their current leader, Robert Baratheon, had asked for her hand in marriage. She had agreed. It was also a problem because Rhaegar was married to Elia Martell, and they had two children.

During the meeting that took place hours after Aerys' decree, the families argued heavily about what they should do. Some said they should disband for the safety of their families, others wanted to fight back, Rickard was neither of them.

Torn, he foolishly went to the Red Keep, where King Aerys waited for him. Rickard hoped he could convince the King to let the families continue their business. He'd try to relay to him that the families wouldn't flourish without their various businesses. Unfortunately, that was not possible, Aerys held Rickard captive. He demanded that Rickard's son, Brandon Stark, come answer for his father's crimes. Brandon went to the Red Keep, hoping to return home with his father. But instead, he watched as his father was burned alive with a flamethrower, and he was strangled by a rope.

Rickard had named Brandon his successor, but they were both dead. Therefore, the Accords stated that there should be an election.

Ned Stark, Rickard's other son, put himself in the running for King, along with Tywin Lannister.

Ned won the election. His first act as King was to unseat Aerys. The Block's full force attacked the Red Keep, anyone that didn't surrender was shot down. The Red Keep was nearly destroyed. Ned barged into the throne room, guns blazing, expecting to shoot down the King that'd taken his father and brother from him. He was robbed of that delight, instead, he found Jaime Lannister standing over Aerys, with his gun in his hand, clip empty.

Jaime had been apart of the Kingsguard, an elite group of men that protected the King. But he murdered the man he swore to protect. Many would look down upon him for the rest of his life. He went to work with his father after that.

Unknown to Ned, Robert conspired with Tywin to murder Elia Martell and her two children. They were successful, and they kept it a secret by making it look like Elia killed herself, and her son. Luckily, they didn't get pregnant Rhaella Targaryen and her son Viserys. Aerys hid them inside the keep, they came out after all the fighting had ended. Many assumed that Ned would have them killed as well, Robert even wanted him to, urged him. But he couldn't kill a pregnant woman, and child. They were innocent. Knowing Robert, what he might do to them, he put them under his protection. He bought them a house in the city. When Viserys became of age, he could join the other nine families. The Targaryen's would come to own a large number of airplanes, their own airline, and the only airport in the city.

After that, the people decided they no longer wanted a King. Instead of a ruling monarch, the people decided they wanted something different, thus, The Great Council was created. Six men were chosen to essentially rule over all Seven Kingdoms. They'd make laws and decrees, preside over every trail of any kind, hold court when necessary, and hopefully be better than the last King.

When the process of choosing of these six men began, Ned Stark used all of his power to put four men up for the council. So that those four men would help him, should he ever need it. Those four men were elected. Namely, his brother, Benjen Stark, and Aemon Targaryen. The two men were ones that Ned bribed.

The Great Council allowed the families to conduct their business in the city, knowing they couldn't stop them even if they wanted to.

After everything was settled, Ned traveled by himself to Essos to search for his sister Lyanna. He scoured the desert lands for her. It took months, but eventually, he heard rumors she was in a tower in the middle of the desert. He located the tower and got out there as soon as he could. When he arrived there, he got out of the truck he rode out there to see three armed men, and a tall unarmed silver-haired man standing in front of them. They stood in front of the winding steps into the tower.

Possibly expecting this to happen, Ned brought a gun.

When the silver-haired man saw him, he held his hands up and yelled, "Lower your weapon! We mean no harm."

Ned yelled back from behind the cover of the truck, "Then why do your men have guns?"

The silver-haired man turned back to his men behind him, "Drop your guns," he commanded. The men did as they were asked, the man turned back to Ned's direction, "See? No harm. I'd hope you would do the same, drop your weapon."

"And why the hell would I do that?" Ned asked, with a half-laugh. "I know who you are, Rhaegar Targaryen. Your father is dead, your family's been unseated. I've come for my sister. You took her away! I am perfectly content to kill you right now. I expected to have to kill you."

"And that would be within your rights, I suppose. But why would you kill your brother?"

Ned scoffed loudly, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"All will be explained, Ned Stark… If it helps you to trust me, your sister came with me willingly. Please, come inside. Something is happening that I need you to see."

"How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"You don't. But if you want your sister, she's inside."

"Fuck," Ned groaned. Then he stood up, and tossed his gun aside, he then stepped out in front of the truck. Then he started walking towards Rhaegar.

"You've nothing to fear," Rhaegar smiled, spreading his arms out like he was welcoming Ned into a hug.

Ned stopped in front of him, frowning, "What've you done with my sister?"

He smirked, then turned to the side, and motioned to stairs, "Why don't you come and see?"

Entering the tower through a door on the side of the tower, they came into a small circular room. Which was decorated neatly, there was a large tv on the opposite wall. A large coffee table in front of it, and a curved couch. Ned followed Rhaegar slowly, on the left wall was a large wooden double door.

"Lyanna?" Rhaegar pushed the door open confidently. They entered to see, Lyanna, laying in a bed pushed against the wall in front of them. A window on either side of the bed. She was covered in what looked to be her own blood, blood-soaked sheets covered her up to her waist. To the left of the bed, was a separate room.

"Lyanna?!" Rhaegar skidded to own knee next to the bed, he grabbed her hand.

Ned was aghast, "What happened to her?!" He yelled, going to the other side of the bed.

Lyanna shuddered, and opened her eyes, "What?" Her voice weak, then she closed her eyes again to slip back into slumber. She seemed to begin to fade in and out of consciousness.

Rhaegar put his other hand on her cheek, "Lyanna, are you alright? What happened? Where's the baby?"

"Baby?" Ned asked, confused.

Then the obvious cry of an infant rang out, the sound came from the adjoining room. Ned snapped his head around to see a handmaiden carrying a newborn baby in swaddling clothes. She handed the baby to Rhaegar, she looked rather distressed and emotional.

"It's a boy… And he's fully healthy... But she lost a lot of blood," the handmaiden said, stifling a sob. "I don't think she's gonna make it."

"Call a fucking doctor then!" Ned yelled. He shook Lyanna slightly, "Stay with us Lyanna!"

"We're out in the middle of nowhere, they wouldn't get here in time," Rhaegar said, biting his lip, "She's out of time." He looked down at his baby.

"Why didn't you take her to a hospital to deliver the baby?" Ned inquired, visibly angry.

"When I came down to meet you, she had just gone into labor. I didn't expect complications… But I don't know if you've noticed," Rhaegar scoffed, "We've been hiding out for months. We didn't plan on entering the spotlight right now, it's too dangerous."

"What are you scared of?"

"Robert Baratheon?" Rhaegar said it like it was common knowledge.

"He'd never harm her," Ned sighed.

"And why not?"

"He was in love with her!" He exclaimed, "They were engaged. That's why I am here, you fucker. You kidnapped my sister, you obviously raped her." He gritted his teeth, clearly holding himself back. "Besides, It's outlawed to kill women… Although he'd definitely kill you."

"I did not rape your sister. For fucks sakes, if I'd raped her I definitely wouldn't be here right now. I about so absolutely wouldn't have my personal guard standing watch outside." He groaned. "The point is I don't think Robert believes your Accords apply to him." Now Rhaegar's voice was sounding like he was irritable.

"What do you mean?"

Rhaegar frowned, "You don't know? He had Elia murdered… and my children."

"She committed suicide," he grimaced, "Before that, she killed her son." Admittedly, it did seem a tad bit outlandish. But he didn't have any reason not to believe Robert.

"You believe that? You think Elia would throw herself from a balcony in shame? She's a Martell, they're too proud to kill themselves. When I heard of what happened, I immediately dismissed the thought. Nevertheless, Robert will do anything to kill every Targaryen left of this planet. The Accords won't stop him. He doesn't care."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before the two of you ran away," Ned scoffed.

"You don't understand," Rhaegar said, hanging his head.

"What exactly don't I understand? I think I understand perfectly, you convinced my sister into running away with you. Why? Because I think you just wanted to get away from your father, not get caught up in it, get embarrassed. You stole away my sister so you could have a fuck-buddy. That's what I think," Ned spat. "I should fucking kill you right now."

"Go ahead, kill me. Orphan your nephew."

"That child is not my nephew," he shook his head.

"I was miserable with Elia. I divorced her several months ago in secret… We just kept up appearances."

"I don't believe that horse shit," he snorted. "If you were so miserable, why'd even keep up appearances?"

"For my father. My mother. The public." Rhaegar inclined his chin towards Lyanna, "You see that on her left hand?"

Ned frowned at the sight, an undeniable wedding band on her ring finger. Not unlike the one he wore himself, he glanced at his own hand. "You're married?" He stated the obvious.

"We are."

Ned pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed under his breath, taking a deep breath.

"What happened to my mother? My brother?" Rhaegar asked.

"They're safe."

"I certainly hope so. You must keep them safe, no one else will."

"We should I? What do I owe them?"

Rhaegar shrugged, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I take you for the more honorable sort. Something tells me you won't let them die. You didn't murder them in cold blood when you saw them. So at least I know you're not like Robert."

He pointed at him, "You don't know a damn thing about me."

"I know enough, from what she's told me. You're the only option anyway."

"And what does that me?" Ned replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Well… When I became aware of you landed in Essos, I knew you'd be looking for us. We'd hoped that'd you find us."

"Why?"

"Because you have to take our son with you back to King's Landing. He'll never be safe with me. But he can live a real life with you. Robert is already looking for me, he'll never find me, not until I want him to, but it's no life for a child."

Ned gasped, "What? I can't take your child. My own son was born yesterday. What I am supposed to with him?"

"Take him as your own," Rhaegar said plainly.

"You want me to say I cheated on my wife? No way." Well before Ned was King, he had married Catelyn Tully. The marriage was successfully consummated within hours.

"You have to!"

"I-" He stopped because Lyanna began to stir.

"Ned?" Lyanna whispered.

Ned sat on the bed and took her hand, "I'm here, sister."

She smiled when she laid eyes on him. "Good… Listen to me, you have to take our son."

"I can't-"

"You can," Lyanna cut in, "And you must. Please. Do it for me. I'm dying, can feel it, I'm… slipping… Ned please, I want to die knowing my child is safe."

Ned shuddered, tears forming in his eyes. "Lyanna…"

"Ned, I don't know you. But this is your nephew, keep him safe," Rhaegar said, reaching out to him with the baby in his hands.

He seemed to be pondering the idea. Even though he knew what he had to do. He nodded, "Alright, I'll do it," taking the baby into his arms.

Rhaegar looked at Lyanna, "What's our child's name?" His voice was soft but full of emotion, sadness. He cupped her cheek with his hand.

Lyanna smiled, "You already know his name."

Rhaegar smirked, "His name is Aegon Targaryen." Then he looked at Ned, "I know the name means very little now, but it's important. Surely, he'll have to go by a different name, Robert cannot know his real name."

"Where will you go?" Ned asked.

"I will hide here, in Essos. I have nowhere else to go… I don't know that I will ever return."

"I can keep you safe, I am The King of the Block-"

Rhaegar smiled, "There's no need, you've done enough. I am content to stay here… Now, listen closely, when you tell people what happened here, tell them you found her. Dying, tell them I did it."

"A lie."

"Another necessary lie, and you'll have to make something else up about the child. I'm sure you can figure something out."

Ned sighed, "I'll think of something."

"Of course you will because you have to."

Lyanna perked up again, groaning slightly, clearly in pain. "I-I don't want to die," she said, her voice diminishing.

Rhaegar looked to the handmaiden, "Get her something for the pain!" He seethed. She hurried off into the other room. He hovered Lyanna, starting to cry, "Oh my dear… I love you, so much."

She slowly lifted her hand to brush his cheek, he held her hand there, "I know, I love you… I want you to know… I don't regret a thing." She tried to smile.

He returned the smile, but a pained one, tears still coming, "I'm so sorry… I don't want you to go…"

Ned started to sob hard, essentially watching his dear sister die. He could do nothing about it. He felt so lost like a deep fog was coming over him. But the sight of Rhaegar's emotion coming through, seeing the relationship they had. The two of them were the only thing he could see. He was clearly wrong about Rhaegar, he had actually loved her. Everyone was wrong about him. It was all too much. He had to look away, clutching young Aegon closer to his chest.

"Everybody dies, my sweet… It's just my time, it's alright. I've made my peace."

The handmaiden came back into the room, carrying some sort of remedy for the pain in a cup. She handed it Rhaegar, who tipped it down Lyanna throat. "This will help you," he said. After she drank it all he handed the cup back to the handmaiden. Then he returned his attention to Lyanna, sitting on the side of the bed. "I remember when I first laid eyes on you. It was like I was in a trance, nothing else mattered, it was just you and I. You were so beautiful. I knew in that moment, you were the one for me." He mustered the biggest smile he could.

She smiled, "I remember that day. It was wonderful," she closed her eyes, taking her herself back to that moment, a smile appeared on her face. Exhaling heavily, one of her very last breaths. She could feel herself go back there. The memory was so clear.

Both Rhaegar, Ned, and the handmaiden were sobbing so hard they were shaking. Not a dry eye in the whole room. Rhaegar's tears fell onto on the sheets of the bed, he laid both her hands on her chest. Then collapsed onto the floor covering his face with his hands and yelled loudly. Out of pure emotion, mostly anger, he was so mad he could do anything to save her. He started beating his fists against his chest like he was trying to punish himself. Muttering several curses under his breath, directed at himself, "Fuck you, fuck you, you motherfucker," slapping himself. Then he got to his knees, next to the bed, he grabbed her hand with both of his, "Lyanna?" She gave no response, "Lyanna! Please… Please don't leave me alone…"

She didn't open her eyes again.

Chapter One: My End Is Your Beginning

Many years later, the Stark family was doing very well. Gambling was providing more than enough funds to the family. One casino was located in the upper levels of the city, near the Red Keep, naturally, this was near people with more money. So this one made more money. The casino was called, 'The Wolf.' The second one was closer to the city gates, it got a mixed bag of patrons. Which also made a very considerable amount of money, it's called, 'Optimus.'

Ned didn't want to get into drugs, he considered himself an honorable businessman. Drugs just seemed too risky. But Petyr Baelish insisted it would make the family even more wealth. Through weed, crack, heroin, pills, etc, Ned gave in and allowed it. He came to an agreement with the Martells. Basically, the Martells handle production, the Starks would take care of distribution and sales. He put Petyr in charge of all the dealings, but there would be no talk of it in his estate, and if Petyr fucked it up, he'd kill him. Fortunately for him, it ended up paying dividends, the drug money increased the Stark family income by twenty percent. After that, Ned claimed half of the drug business for the Starks. He felt dirty for doing it, but he knew it would help the family.

Ned made his kids promise not to touch the stuff, which of course they promised they would. But they lied. Sansa was the worst of them, she smoked anything she could get her hands on. She also dabbled in all other types of more serious drugs. Her reluctant boyfriend, Ramsay Bolton, was to thank for that. She only dated him for his connections to the drugs. Robb and Jon smoked weed, cigarettes, and cigars, but that was it. They lived fairly painless lives, all they did was go to clubs and party, lay around, drink, or fight each other. But they spent almost all of their time together, they always had. They were extremely close. Bran was paralyzed from the waist down because that fateful day he climbed into his father's truck and drove away. The truck ended up wrapped around a tree, Bran was luckily he wasn't killed. But ever since that day, he's been in a wheelchair. Paralyzed from the waist down, his body also sports a various number of scars. All he does now is hide in his room, he rarely leaves, food is brought to him, and he was a bathroom attached to his room. His daily activities consist of messing around on his laptop, watch videos on the internet, play video games, or jerk off. Not that he could feel anything that low anyway. Little Rickon, the baby of the family, adored by everyone, the hyper little kid runs around the house most days. His dog, Shaggy Dog, spends every waking moment with his master. The dog sleeps in the bed with him, they eat at the same times, do everything together. Arya, the middle child, was the most problematic. Her and Sansa argued often, she wanted nothing to do with the ladylike things Sansa was doing. But her parents wished her to be just like Sansa. Little did they know that was the last thing she wanted to do. She had a great relationship with Robb and Jon, she spent a lot of her time around them. Wanting to do whatever they were doing, unfortunately, she could do what they were doing.

"Robb, Jon, come in here." Ned's voice rang out through the house from his study. Cold, but firm.

Robb and Jon laid on the couch watching tv, in the living room. The couch was cream colored, it sat on a big black rug. The tv sat on an entertainment center, directly in front of them. To the right of the couch was two large windows peering out into their large yard. Catelyn sat in a chair by the windows, reading a book, deep in thought. There was a basketball game on, but no one was really watching it. Robb and Jon each wore black sweatpants, Jon had on a red t-shirt, with the phrase, 'Stay Away' on it in black print. Robb wore a black v-neck. They were barefoot. Presently, they both were seemingly enticed by whatever they were looking at on their respective phones.

Ned could hear the tv and ascertained that they had heard him and ignored his request. He called out again, "Robb, Jon, come in here, now." His voice bellowing down the hallway. Luckily, his voice snapped Catelyn out of whatever land she was imagining from the book. She groaned loudly.

Looking up from her book, almost angrily, "Robb! Your father is calling you." She left out Jon's name on purpose. It's not that she had anything against the boy, he was always respectful. But it's just that he's the living evidence of her husband's infidelity. She never could look at him without getting depressed. She remembers the day he walked in with that baby in his arms. Claiming he came upon one of his old 'flames' and she had just given birth. Saying she died in childbirth, he had to take the child. It's not that she didn't believe him, it's just that it was so surprising, she was stunned, angry. She never really recovered.

They stopped arguing and looked at her, frozen. "Did I stutter?" She asked them, a serious look on her face.

"Robb! Jon!"

They got up quickly and walked to the study. In relation to the study, the living room was only down the hall to the left.

The door was wide open, they slowly, hesitantly entered the room.

Ned sat at his desk. Two wooden chairs rested in front of it. The desk was near the back wall, behind the desk was two large separate bookshelves. To the right of the desk was a huge trunk, which was kept locked at all times, only Ned had the key. The door was to the room was diagonal to the desk. The wall directly across from the door was a large window, looking out at the even larger yard. They had a pool where Sansa sat in a folding chair, wearing her bathing suit. She looked absolutely fascinated with whatever she was looking at on her phone. The pool was located some fifty yards directly from the window. Arya could be seen, laying in the grass in the yard with her dog, Nymeria. The only light in the room, the sunlight pouring in through the window.

"Close the door," Ned commanded.

Jon slowly closed the door.

Ned motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk, "Sit."

They approached the chairs and sat down.

Ned was wearing a white dress shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. His blond hair was loose, but a small bun in the back to keep the hair out his face. Jon had a similar look, expect black hair. Robb let his curly black hair do whatever it wanted, very unkempt.

Ned rose from his chair and walked to look out of the window. Hands on his hips.

"Are we in trouble?" Robb asked.

Ned shook his head, "No, but I may be."

Their eyes widened, "What?" was said in unison.

"You boys are nineteen. You are old enough now I guess, however, I wanted to at least wait until the two of you were twenty-two." He turned back to them, "But this must do."

"What is going on?" Jon inquired, worried.

"Boys, I am just going to be blunt. No point beating around the bush." He sighed, "I fear that I may be leaving you all, soon."

"Where are you going?" Robb asked, confused.

"I am not going anywhere. What I mean is... I think I am going to die soon."

The boys were stunned, didn't want to believe what their father had just uttered. Firstly, complete disbelief. "Are… Are you sick?" Robb asked.

"No, I think I may be murdered."

"You can't be serious!" Jon exclaimed.

Ned came back to sit down, "Oh, but I am." He narrowed his gaze, "And you two boys, are going to have to step up."

Jon stood up, "Can you just stop, please? You are not going to die."

"Jon, I am serious. But, calm down, it's okay." He motioned to his chair, "Sit back down… Everybody dies. It's just my time. It's alright, I've made my peace."

As Jon sat back down, "Father, please."

"Just listen to me, for once in your lives. I fully believe that Tywin Lannister will plan on murdering me. He could be plotting against me right now, for all I know. He wants The Block, and he will do anything to get it." He clenched his jaw, "I am frankly surprised he's let me have it for this long. He hasn't acted against me. When I won the election, I could see it in his eyes, he didn't even like me before that."

"Let's just go kill em!" Robb said.

"No, you can't just kill him like that. The killing of the Head of a family takes time, several meetings." He stood up from his chair and began to pace back and forth. "But the real reason he will try to kill me is that I'm going to close down all his whorehouses and brothels."

Jon laughed like he thought Ned was joking, but then he saw his father's expression he frowned, "Wait… you're serious?"

Robb smirked, "What's wrong with a couple brothels?" Couple different memories flooding back into the forefront of his mind.

"I am deadly serious, boys. He's profited enough off from women laying on their backs. He's also involved in the sex trades in the city."

Robb pursed his lip, "You're sure of this? Sex trades?"

"I would never act on this if I wasn't serious. His people ride around in vans and steal women off the street."

"Damn," Jon said, grimacing.

"I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do," Ned said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've always tried to do whatever I thought was right. But I've let him have it too long… Far too long, I even considered dropping hints to the police. Let them deal with it. But I can't do that."

"Why not?" Jon asked.

Ned chuckled, "Because you don't snitch. It's not written in the Accords but it should be. Well… Technically it is."

"I don't understand," Jon said. "If Tywin hates you so much why are you giving him a reason to attack you?"

"And you're the King," Robb added, "How can he even attack you? Aren't you invincible?"

Ned half-smiled, "Both of those are good questions. I am not invincible, but I'd say it's definitely frowned upon to attempt to kill me. And I am doing this because I've let him have his way with this for a long time. I tried to ignore it, but I can't. When he brought it up that he was building a bunch of brothels I didn't think much of it. But later I heard about the sex trafficking." He shuddered, "The ten families are not supposed to be criminals, just businessmen, and women. But it's devolved into crime. And I am not excluded, I've done many bad things, I've put people to death. I've signed death warrants. So… This is happening. I'm trying to do something right, for once. I let Baelish traffic drugs. I shouldn't have done that. I let Tywin trample over these women. I let that fucking brat Viserys take the airline business because I couldn't…" His voice trailed off, he sighed.

"What were you going to say?" Jon asked.

Ned rubbed his forehead, "I'll tell you later."

"Okay… So don't we make a lot of money off the drugs?" Robb inquired.

Ned sighed, "Yes, we do. But that's not the point."

"What is the point?"

"The point is it's wrong!" He yelled. "It ruins peoples lives! People die, they overdose in the streets… I never should've got into it. I feel so ashamed." He hung his head in shame.

Jon shrugged, "Then take the drugs away."

"It's not that simple. We make more money off drugs than anything else. To take them away wouldn't cripple us… But it wouldn't help."

"I don't know what to tell you," Robb said with a shrug.

"I am not asking you for answers. I am telling you… Because of what I am about to do, Tywin will try to kill me because of it. It's half of his income. He makes a lot off the jewelry business, but it's not quite as good as it was back in the day. He needed something else. I would do the same thing if I was in his position. I just want the both of you to be ready."

"Are you sure about this? You know for sure he wants you dead?"

"I don't need assurances. This is just one of those things I know for sure. I've known Tywin a very long time."

"Then why don't we do something about it?" Robb stood up, "Protect you."

"No, of course, I'm not going to let him just kill me," Ned laughed. "Boys, Look… The real reason I'm telling you this is because the two of you are coming into the family business." It sounded like it pained him to utter the words, he wanted so much more for them. They could be anyone, do anything. But instead, they just hung around.

Robb perked up, "Really?" Sounding extremely giddy.

"Yes, my end is your beginning so to speak," Ned said with a pained smile. "Now listen closely, Robb, I am naming you my successor. Therefore when I die, there doesn't need to an election. This is very important because Tywin wants an election. Ideally, he'd want me dead before I named a successor. That will be announced at our meeting in a couple days from now, which both of you will be present for. Jon, you will essentially be Robb's, right-hand man. Keep him steady, don't let him make any rash decisions-"

"Are we going to get our marks?" Robb cut in.

Ned sighed, "I was getting to that, but yes. When we are done talking actually, Jory will take you. After that, Gonna have to get both of you some suits, getcha fitted at one of Mormont's places. Then both of you are going to The Block. You both need to become efficient with a gun in your hand, and without it. I taught Jory everything he knows, he'll relay it better than I could at this point honestly. So, after the meeting, I'll teach both of you everything you need to know."

Robb was getting more and more excited the more he listened to his father talk. He'd always wanted this to happen. Jon, however, hung his head as soon as Ned said they were coming into the business. It's not that he didn't want to do it, it's just that he was honestly kind of scared. He tried not to show it on his face. It was simply the fact that Robb jumped at the opportunity to join in on the family business. He had been waiting all his life to learn what his father did, and do it the same way once he was gone. His excitement and enthusiasm essentially reinforced Jon to go along with it too. He knew that he did have a choice, but he wouldn't sit around while Robb went off. They did everything together.

Jon was feeling uneasy, he had begun to feel uneasy since he got into the car. He was quite hesitant, Ned had made it clear that they could do whatever they wanted with their lives. And considering Ned is King of the Block, no one would stand in their way. The family had enough money to do anything. He sort of actually felt like a failure, not making anything of himself by his age.

They were currently driving to the tattoo parlor with Jory. They rode in a blacked out sedan. Jory was white, with long brown hair that came down to his shoulders. His face was round, with a pointed chin, eyes were a dark brown. He'd been running with Ned for most of his life. He wore a fitted black suit, white dress shirt, and a black tie, with black pointed shoes. He was driving. Robb sat in the passenger, with Jon in the back.

"How bad does it hurt? The tattoo?" Jon asked hesitantly.

"I'm numb to it now," Jory shrugged, "I've lost count of the tats I've got. But the first time was pretty bad honestly, my first was this tattoo just like you guys. The worst part is you have to get it on your neck. Hurts like a bitch." He brushed over his faded direwolf tattoo with his fingers. "But it won't take long if you sit still," He looked at Jon in the rearview mirror, "That's very important, don't move much."

"Why do we have to get it anyway?" Robb asked.

"It's required. Written in the Accords. Honestly, I think it's for easy identification, you know? Like just flash your neck at people so they know who you're with."

Robb shrugged, "Makes sense to me."

Jon tuned them out, looking out the window. King's Landing. The city was positively brimming with people, from all walks of life. People from Essos, easy to identify, darker skin than any other person. Jon noted a pair of people arguing on a street corner, clearly Dothraki. Seeing as they were men, long black hair, braided down their backs, bushy beards. They looked like they were about to break out into a fight in the middle of the street.

Jon looked to the sky, it was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Considering it was summertime, that was to be expected. It was so hot, every day. He wasn't looking forward to having to wear a suit every day.

The car coming to a sudden stop, startling Jon slightly.

"We're here," Jory said plainly. They'd stopped on the side of the street, in front of a menacing looking tattoo parlor. Small brick building on the corner of the street, there were no windows on the front, just a black door with spray painted words on it that said, 'Tattoo Parlor'.

Jon scoffed at the sight, "Super original name."

Jory smiled, "I know right? Come on, let's go."

The inside was just as menacing as the outside, the room reminded Jon of a barber shop, five leather chairs that could be raised and spun around, on either side of the room with mirrors in front of them. In front of every chair was a stool and a tattoo machine. The walls were all painted dark grey. Pictures and paintings of artwork adorned seemingly every space of the walls. Three ceiling fans on the ceiling were the only light in the room, the entryway was fairly dark. The light resided in the middle of the room. In the very back of the room, looked to be a office space, three glass panes peered into the room, on the same wall was a black door. Inside of the office was a burly looking bald man who sat in an office chair, looking at his computer on his desk. The office's walls were painted black, nothing on the walls but the paint, the desk was brown, nothing sat on it but a potted plant. Currently, three guys were getting tattoos, all three sat in chairs on the left side of the room.

Jory stepped out into the light and called out to the man in the office, waving, "Hey Jimmy!" Robb and Jon followed him, but they stopped just outside the darkness.

The man grinned when he saw Jory, rising from his chair quickly, "Jory? Is that you?" Jimmy wore a white t-shirt and black leather vest, blue jeans, and boots. He was bald with a yellow handlebar mustache. He was very tall and muscular. His arms were was covered in various tattoos, assumingly, the rest of his body as well.

"Yeah, it's me you old goat," Jory laughed.

Jimmy came out to meet Jory in the middle of the room, Jory reached his hand out for a shake. But Jimmy swatted it away and pulled him into a bear hug. When they were done with their hug Jory stepped back, somewhat out of breath because Jimmy was squeezing him so hard.

Jory turned around and motioned to the boys, "Brought two freshies for ya." He paused to breathe in and out a couple times, "Ned's boys."

Jimmy laughed heartily, "Ned's boy's huh? Coming to get their marks?"

"That they are," Jory replied.

Jimmy beckoned to them, "Get over here! Lemme get a good look at ya."

Robb squared his shoulders and stood up as straight as he could before he stepped forward, Jon tried to look similar and followed him.

Jimmy clasped Robb shoulders once he got in range, he shook him slightly, then did the same with Jon. After that he moved back, he grunted, "They're alright. Need to gain some weight, more muscle can never hurt."

Jory smirked, "Alright, Jim, we're not here for you to check them out. We're here so you can mark them."

"Right… Right. I'll do it." He motioned to the chairs to his left, "Go sit in those… I'll be back."

He turned and went into his office, Robb and Jon got seated in chairs right next to each other. Robb nudged Jon, "You nervous?"

Jon responded, "No?"

Robb laughed, "Really? You look like it."

Jory crossed his arms over his chest, "It'll be alright."

Jimmy returned with a black apron, and a black latex glove. "Who's going first?"

"I will," Robb said.

Jimmy smiled, "I like the enthusiasm." He came and sat on the stool in front of him, he lowered Robb's chair and spun him around so the right side of his neck faced him. Then grabbed the pencil and turned the machine on. "Lean your neck to your left and don't move until I say so," He commanded.

Robb nodded and did as he was told.

Seconds later, he was getting a tattoo. It hurt more than he expected, surprised, he actually yelped a little. But he toughed it out, staying as still as he could. Before he knew it, Jim was done. Robb admired his new tattoo in the mirror, the direwolf, symbol of his family. It was black, about the size of his fist. He was amazed by the detail. It looked just like any picture he'd ever seen of it.

He grinned, "That's fucking awesome."

"Fucking A right it's awesome," Jory told him. "That tattoo means free blowjobs for life."

Robb turned around and looked at him, "Really?" Eyes wide.

Jory laughed, "Fuck no. You still gotta work for it… But… It does help."

"How?"

"Well, that mark gets you into just about anywhere you wanna go. Everybody in the city knows the Stark name, most fear it. You guys do realize your father is the most powerful man in the city?"

"Of course we do."

Jon was next, seeing how Robb did gave him some confidence. They always felt like they had to one-up each other. But as soon as Jim started he made a similar sound. He gripped the arms the of air as tight as he could, closed his eyes and thought of something else. It definitely felt like it took longer for his tattoo than Robb's. But eventually, Jon too was looking gleefully at his new tattoo.

"Alright," Jimmy said. "Listen closely, you boys need to take care of that of it. Imagine I just cut a chunk of skin off your necks. Keep a bandage on it for awhile until it's fully healed, at least three days. You gotta wash it several times a day, and put lotion on too-"

"I think they got it, Jim," Jory said, cutting him off. "Plus, we got places to be."

Jimmy put his hands on his hips, almost offended, "Is that right?"

"Yeah, we gotta get em some suits. Then I gotta teach them the basics with guns."

Jim scoffed, "You boys never held a gun before?" They both shook their heads, "Well… It's really simple, point and shoot."

"There's a bit more to it than that," Jory said.

"Whatever you say," Jimmy shrugged.

"It's not whatever I say, it's fact," Jory said, slightly irritated.

"Whatever you say," Jim repeated.

"Fuck off."

Hey, that's the end of the first chapter. This could've been ten thousand plus words but I figured that was too long. This was mainly a setup chapter. The next one really gets the ball rolling, introduces a lot of characters of the other characters.

I really do hope you liked it. I've had this idea for a very long time.

I'd love a review, lemme know what you think. Faves and alerts are cool too.