"My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me."- Elizabeth I


I don't own Game of Thrones. Sorry, about the confusion, but I reread it and made it more sense about it. Enjoy!


Chapter 1

Jon Arryn, Lord of Eyrie and Hand to the King is dying.

Pycelle told everyone that his time is coming near.

Everyone in court is either indifferent or simply doesn't care.

No care about the old Falcon.

All of them did not care except Robert and this little lady of his household.

Her name is Morgan Sharra Arryn. She is a girl by the age of four and ten who is already started to flowered this year.

Her hair is blonde, but softer color then Lannister's golden mane. Her blue eyes are clear as the skies when the sun lighten the world. Morgen wear her house's colors of blue and patterns of White falcon and the moon. She is a cute girl with few freckles on her nose and cheeks that are fading soon. However, it is her spirit is strong that many people would appreciate it. Or so, Jon Arryn often said to her. When Jon had fallen by a sickness, he has been in bedrest this entire time. Morgen had never left his side and sit on the same chair to make a flower crowns to please the Maiden for her grace and kindness this man needs.

'Please, Maiden I pleaded with you to give your nurture, love and kindness to Jon Arryn.'

She is never a big religion on the seven gods. The only God she will ever respect is the Stranger. For it is the Stranger who shows no favor of any bias, ridicule, poor, rich, animals, people, good and evil.

Morgen believes in the Old Gods. That is why; she will change her religion after Jon Arryn's death because they don't answer any prayers that she prays to them.

"Morgan," Jon whispers as he reaches out his hand to her. She urgently went to his side to hold his hand.

Jon eyes looked at hers. Yes, she looks as beautiful as his Jeyne was at that age, but he sees her as Elbert, the son of Ronnel. This is his nephews' child that he raised as if she was his own.

"My child. Oh how you've grown."

She bit her lip and blinking her eyes to prevent tears from falling. Morgen doesn't want to disappoint him of seeing her crying like a helpless little girl.

Jon coughs a bit and smiled at her. He knows. He knows that his time is coming to the end.

"Listen to me, I have big plans for you," He whizzed and whimpers, "You will be well taken care and loved. I have written to the king and he will know what to do. It's okay, my dear."

Morgan shed her tears and she whimpers from her lips.

"Tell him," Jon wheezed harder. "Tell him, the seed is strong…the seed is Strong!" Morgan heard the door bang opened as Lysa Arryn his wife came and King Robert rushed in.

The king shouted Pycelle for help. Morgan ignored all of them as she focus on her great-uncle and held his hand tight.

Robert came to her side watching Jon Arryn fading away.

"Seed is Strong!"

"Jon...? Don't worry; everything is going to be fine." Robert told Jon, his foster father and he loved the man.

"Seed is strong. Robert, seed is strong."

Jon Arryn, Lord of Eyrie and Hand to King Robert has passed away.

Robert tears fallen down like rain, yet he is angry at the Gods for taking away his only father figure he had in this life.

The seed is strong. What does he mean by that? Robert looked at Morgan who refused to let go his cold hand from her own as she stared at his body.

He could mean Morgan because she is healthy and bright child or he means his heir and son who are named by him.

Robert doubts it because the way he sees it. Robert Arryn won't live much longer.


The day after tomorrow, Jon Arryn had been well cared for by the silent sisters and his widow wife, Lysa Arryn and her son Robin Arryn left last night. Not all had left because Morgan Arryn had stayed behind.

"My child, I am sorry about Jon Arryn."

Morgan look at saw Tyrion Lannister, the Imp as people mocked him.

Morgan nodded gratefully to him and looked back at her grandfather figure body.

"I heard that we are going to North." Tyrion sips his cup and looked at her reactions. She seems lack of life, but her shoulders are a bit stiff.

"Yes, don't worry. I will never leave you behind. You're my friend and I hear that your husband to be is waiting for you at the north."

Morgan blushed by that notion. She is scared and nervous because Jon Arryn made a proposal for her hand to marry one of Eddard Stark's sons.

Tyrion laughed quietly in amusement. He knows that she is shy around men and naïve as a babe when man wanted more from women. Tyrion rescued her more than once since he knew there bad intention on her.

"I assured you this one will be good to you. Since he does came from a good, honorable family. He will treat you with respect and honor."

Morgan should hope so because she is going away from her home and live in the North.

Morgan is riding her grey horse name, Stormy.

She cannot lie to say that she is nervous. She is anxious and scared about meeting her husband.

Robert Baratheon is in his mood over the carriage that is carrying the Queen and his three children, Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen.

"Morgan," She heard Robert called to her and rein her horse to pace itself to run to him.

"Aye, there it is Winterfell." Robert looked at the sweet little girl is now becoming a woman. She is becoming more matured since Jon Arryn's death.

Robert knew that she change her beliefs from the Sevens into Old Gods. He allowed that because she made herself a promise to hold it until Jon Arryn's death. Robert would have done the same if he could.

"You know," Morgan turned and looked at the King face, "When good ole' Jon told me in this arrangement for you. Know this, if you don't want to do this. I won't hold it against you." Robert's blues eyes show concern for this girl.

Morgan is thinking deeply for a moment, she smiled and patted his hand saying that she will go through this.

Robert gently laugh, "Alright, let's get this over with." Robert turned and shouted, "Kingslayer! Go and get my son out of here! He will be riding along the way!"

They waited in that same spot.

"Oh, Gods both Old and New! Why did they curse me on having Joffrey as a son?" Morgan looked at him and frowns a bit. "He is a crown Prince. He should be acting like one! Know this girl, if you have a son make sure you raised him right. Understood?" He sternly looked at which she nodded firmly. Morgan never liked the prince Joffrey. In fact, she is disgusted of him. He is vain, vile, ignorant and cruel of a boy.

And his mother is just as sufferable then Lysa Arryn. Cersei Baratheon is the most beautiful woman in the seven Kingdoms. But Morgan is disgusted by Cersei's selfishness and shortsightedness.

At least the other two is sweet and gentle. But all she ever saw them as Lannister's instead of Baratheon's colors.

Her uncle often said, "Never trusts Lannister nor tried to challenge them without reasons." Here comes the pouty prince riding out in the cold. Morgan doesn't care for him and just wanted to meet her husband.

The king's part had entered and makes way. He saw the Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon, Sandor Clegane; the Hound, and her.

Lady Arryn is wearing her house colors and sigil on her cloak and clothing.

Jon wanted to inspect her closely but the king is already riding up. King Robert Baratheon first of his name is not what he imagine.

"You're Grace."

"You got fat." Robert strong voice is heard from the air. It has gotten everyone nervous on how Ned would response to it. Ned knew this game and he prompt 'looks who's talking'. It gotten both Ned and Robert laughed about it. They hugged each other as he saw his wife.

"Cat!" Robert hugged Cat like she is his long-lost sister.

"Your grace." Says, Catelyn.

"Nine years. Why I haven't seen you? Where the hell have you been?" Ned smile at Robert as said, "Guarding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours."

Queen Cersei steps out of the carriage after her children with a distasteful look on her face. He remembers her, but she isn't much for her cold heart.

Arya asked, "Where's the Imp?"

"Will you shut up?"

Robert went to Robb, "And who have we here? You must be Robb." Robert shakes his hand. Robert moved to his daughter, Sansa, "My, you're a pretty one. And your name is?..."

Arya spoked proudly, "Arya."

Robert went To Bran, "Ohhh, show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier!"

Robert chuckles and moves back towards Ned. Behind him, Jaime Lannister removes his helmet.

"That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother."

"Would you please shut up!"

Cersei walks up to Ned and offers her hand; after a moment, Eddard kisses it. He saw her eyes true anger against his daughter, as if she fears her. Southern don't like people whom consider magic as evil beings that should be killed.

"My Queen."

Catelyn had quickly curtsying, "My Queen."

"Take me to your crypt; I want to pay my respects."

Cersei the queen called out to Robert, "We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely, the dead can wait."

"Ned."

He gave the queen apology gaze as he followed Robert.


In the Winterfell Crypts…

Eddard Stark holds a lantern for Robert to travel down to the crypts. Ned wants to know what happen to their old mentor.

"Tell me about Jon Arryn," Ned beseeches Robert.

Robert shook his head, "One moment he was fine, and then…Burned him right through him, whatever it was. I loved that man."

"We both did."

"He never had to teach you, but me…you remember me at 16? All I wanted to do was crack some skulls and fuck some girls. He showed me what was what."

"Aye," Ned answered that he remembers. He just gave Robert a side look that seemed skeptical, barely suppressing his smile.

Robert notice it right away and he simply laugh, "Don't look at me like that! It's not his fault that I don't listen."

Robert turned serious, "I need you, Ned. These are dangerous times…I need good around me, like Jon Arryn. Men like you. I need you down at Kingslanding, not up here where you're no damn use to anyone."

Robert stood tall and gave Ned his decree, "Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the hand of the king."

Ned stood there speechlessly and humbly kneeled before Robert, "I'm not worthy of the honor."

"I'm not trying to honor you," Robert told him. Good old Ned, he hasn't change a bit. "I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave. Damn it, stand up, Ned."

Eddard complies as Robert continues.

"You helped me win the iron throne, now help me keep that damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister were alive we are bound as brothers. Well, it's not too late. I have a son, you have daughter…My Joffrey and your Sansa shall join our houses."

Robert added, "Also, you need to plan a wedding for Lady Morgan Arryn to you son, Jon Snow."

Ned froze and looked at his old friend in shocked, "What do you mean?"

"It's Jon's last will for his niece and he is worried that she will not be well taken care of once he is gone. I promise him that I will take care of her and make sure that she is healthy and happy. After all, for some reason, his wife doesn't like her and refuse to bring her to Eyrie. Ha! I bet you anything that he loved that girl more than his wife."

"I will ask my son about it. If not, I can keep her as my ward."

Robert laughs and patted his shoulder hard.

"Well, that settles it."

They walk further into the crypts where they made pass through the stature of all the Stark's family. They went to a beautiful woman stature: Lyanna Stark.

Ned Stark sister and Robert's fiancée before Robert's Rebellion which spark the war between the Targaryen's dynasties ended and he won the Iron Throne.

Robert places a feather in her stone hands, "Did you have to bury in a place like this? She should be in hill somewhere with the sun and clouds above her."

He will not allow that. Ned knew that his sister just want to come home.

"She is my sister. This is where she belongs."

"She belongs with me. In my dreams I killed him every night." Robert gazed at Lyanna, but eyes darken when he mention him.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

The dragon prince kidnapped his sister and she died after Robert won the throne.

"It's done. The Targaryen's are gone." Ned assured Robert.

Robert lowered his head, "Not all of them."


Hope you like this. Yes, Morgan Sharra Arryn is born mute and many thought she was useless, but Jon Snow will see her as his wife to assist him in any way he can. SO, give me reviews and comments of this.

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