Summary:
After the revelations on his knowledge and origins, Marc gives some advices to Eddard Stark concerning King's Landing and the safety of his daughters.
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Lord Stark regarded me with a measured gaze, thinking upon my words. As he answered me, his voice tinged with a blend of caution and curiosity.
"If I were to trust in your knowledge and the advice you offer, Marc, I must know that you will use this information wisely and cautiously. It holds the power to influence great events and shape the fate of those around us. Can I rely on you to wield this knowledge responsibly?"
I met his gaze with solemnity, understanding the weight of his request.
"Lord Stark, I give you my word that I will exercise utmost caution in utilizing this peculiar knowledge that I possess. My intention is to share the extent of this knowledge with you, and perhaps with your son Robb once I reach Winterfell. I aim to provide counsel and insights based on my home knowledge, supplemented by whatever information I can gather from the libraries of Winterfell. I swear to keep the truth behind my origins and knowledge confidential, sharing it only with you and your trusted family."
Eddard Stark fell silent, his eyes shifting as he weighed my words against the circumstances we found ourselves in. The enormity of the situation and the potential consequences of my revelations played out in his mind. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke with a determined tone. "Very well, Marc. I shall trust in your word and the wisdom you claim to possess. Your counsel, confined to our family, may prove invaluable as we navigate the challenges that lie ahead."
With that, Lord Stark signaled his willingness to accept my offer and acknowledged the potential benefits that could come from my unusual insights. He recognized the value of my knowledge, even as he remained cautious and mindful of the responsibilities that came with it.
"My first advice is that you send back Lady to Winterfell," I stated firmly, my gaze fixed on Eddard. "Lady's presence in King's Landing puts her at risk. Sending her back to Winterfell would ensure her safety and preserve the bond between Sansa and her direwolf."
Eddard's expression hardened at the mention of Lady and was curious and concerned. As I noticed his expression, I asked him, "Would you like to know what would have happened this evening if I wasn't there?"
The northerner hesitated, pondering his answer while he was weighing the pros and cons of hearing something that didn't happened in the end. He finally nodded, his expression being guarded and wary.
I took a breath before answering, "If I hadn't been in the hall this evening, Arya wouldn't have been punished for the incident on the Ruby Ford. Your friend, Robert, would have regarded it as a children's quarrel, only asking you to correct her as he would have corrected Joffrey. However, Cersei wouldn't have relented. She would have demanded at least the direwolf to be punished. But since Arya sent Nymeria away, Cersei would have asked for Lady's life instead."
Eddard's features tightened at the mention of Cersei's relentless pursuit of punishment. Knowing the reputation of the Lannisters, he had an inkling of the lengths she would go to get what she wanted.
"Both Arya and Sansa would have been distressed," I continued, my voice steady. "And you would have tried to plea with your friend, but he wouldn't have cared. He would have said you could replace Lady with a dog."
I paused, allowing the weight of my words to sink in. Eddard remained silent, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for the rest of the story. I could however sense his distress and perhaps the internal conflict on how I depicted Robert, between the desire to deny the possibility while also aware of how his friend had become since the last time they saw each other.
"To avoid Lady being butchered by one of the Lannister's men, likely Illyn Payne, you would have made the heart-wrenching decision to kill Lady yourself. It would have been an act of mercy, sparing her from a cruel fate. You would have asked Jory to send her body back to Winterfell, ensuring that she received a proper burial."
Eddard's expression turned pained, his grief for Lady evident and feeling the weight of the decision he could have made tonight in other circumstances.
"As a result," I continued, "it would have worsened the rift between your daughters. Sansa would have been deeply distressed by the death of her direwolf, blaming Arya for the incident on the Ruby Ford. She would have also, perhaps unfairly, blamed you both for Lady's death and perceived favoritism towards Arya. With her mother absent, Sansa would have fallen easily under the influence of the queen, who would have played the role of a surrogate mother."
Eddard's features contorted with a mixture of anguish and realization. He could see the chain of events that would have unfolded, the tragedy that would have befallen his family.
"And because of her distress and vulnerability, she would have been more susceptible to the queen's manipulations, which would have played a part in what happened to you in King's Landing," I concluded softly.
Eddard took a deep breath, absorbing the full extent of my intervention and the potential consequences that had been averted. He understood that the Lannisters would stop at nothing to secure their power, even resorting to underhanded tactics.
After a moment of silence, Eddard spoke, his voice filled with determination. "Lady shall be sent back to Winterfell. I will ensure her safety and that of my daughters. Your advice is appreciated, and I trust your judgment in these matters."
"I hope so, Lord Stark," I said softly and uncertainly, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "I'm trying to give you a chance, but I am aware that I am still a stranger to you, no matter my words, intents, and deeds tonight. And in one evening, I can't give you all the skills you'll need to face King's Landing and the incoming events."
Eddard nodded, understanding the limitations of our interaction and the gravity of the decisions he must make.
"Well, since we have decided on where I'll go, I guess I'll accompany Lady to Winterfell then," I commented, acknowledging the plan we had already agreed upon.
Eddard again nodded to my comment, acknowledging our previous agreement to send me to Winterfell for my safety.
He then spoke, his voice filled with curiosity, concern and wariness. "Do you have any other advice, given your knowledge of future events?"
I thought upon his question. I knew I would give him other advices. But there was so much to tell in such restricted time and I knew I couldn't deliver it in blind rush. I quickly pondered on how to tackle it, remindin myself how I thought upon it during the time I was living with the peasants or working in the castle. A part of me felt hurt and torn apart, but I knew there wasn't much possibility to tackle it in the current circumstances.
I finally nodded in response but decided to clarify further. "Yes, my lord. However, before going into specifics, I'd like to warn you. What I'm about to tell you is a synthesis of information I feel are necessary for you. There are information I'd love to tell you, but because they are dangerous and more importantly because I don't want you to just rely on my word, I won't reveal you them. These informations are to this world and incoming events what your promise to your late sister is to your family. I hope you won't resent these choices."
Eddard listened attentively to my words, his expression a mix of curiosity and understanding. The mention of a comparison to his promise to his late sister caught his attention, emphasizing the weight and significance of the information I withheld. He seemed to struggle a bit to consider the possibility for me to withhold information from him, but finally acknowledged my point.
"I understand," he replied, his voice measured. "Just as I hold my promise to Lyanna close to my heart, I recognize the importance of certain information being preserved and protected. And as you said, we don't have much time before you depart to Winterfell."
I nodded, relieved while feeling a bit guilty. "Thank you, my lord. I know it is no easy decision to take or to accept."
I then take a breath to chase away the guilt inside me before going on my advices.
"The first thing you need to know is that you are going into a place you have no true knowledge or network. The current situation in King's Landing is fragile, with political intrigues and power struggles at play. As Hand of the King, you'll need to navigate these treacherous waters carefully. Keep a watchful eye on those around you, as not everyone has the best interests of your family or the realm at heart."
I took a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing. "While it is a redundant advice, be mindful of the influence that the Lannisters hold over King Robert. Queen Cersei is cunning and ambitious, and she will use any means to advance her family's position. Her cousin Lancel is for example the king's squire. More than ever before, you have to trust in your instincts and the advice of those you know to be loyal."
Eddard listened intently to my words, his expression growing increasingly serious as he absorbed the gravity of the situation he would soon find himself in. His eyes narrowed, and he furrowed his brow, clearly deep in thought. I could see the weight of the responsibility settling upon his shoulders, his mind racing with the implications of the information I had shared.
While he absorbed my words, I proceeded to delve deeper into the risks he faced, particularly concerning his isolationist position and lack of knowledge about King's Landing.
"Not only you do need to be cautious of those within the city, but your own situation is highly risky," I warned. "Your isolationist stance has left you blind to the evolving circumstances in King's Landing. This makes you vulnerable to exploitation, as your adversaries can predict your moves and exploit your weaknesses. Your household serves as a reflection of your position and the limited resources and information you possess. As the Hand of the King, the second most powerful position in the Seven Kingdoms, you have the ability to influence the political balance at court. However, with a household of less than a hundred men, your strength appears weak compared to the Lannisters, who boast between two and four hundred men in the Red Keep. This precarious situation puts you, your daughters, and your household at risk, as events in the future will demonstrate."
As I mentioned the risks of his isolationist position and the vulnerability it presented, Eddard's gaze hardened. He understood the dangers of being ignorant to the evolving circumstances in King's Landing and the potential for his adversaries to exploit his predictable moves. I could sense his frustration at the limitations he faced with his small household and the realization that he needed to strengthen his position if he wanted to protect his family and navigate the treacherous political landscape.
I continued, highlighting the dangers lurking within King's Landing and the lack of trust that should be placed in anyone.
"While the Lannisters pose a significant threat due to their presence and your suspicions regarding Jon Arryn's death, it is crucial to understand that trust is a rare commodity in King's Landing," I cautioned. "Everyone has their own agendas and plans, especially the queen, the Master of Whisperers, Varys, and the Master of Coin, Petyr Baelish. They have their vast networks of spies, carefully observing the actions of all. The queen can also rely on Grand Maester Pycelle who is a Lannister loyalist within the Red Keep for decades. As the Hand of the King, your every move will be closely watched. In the stories, your future-self investigates Jon Arryn's death, unwittingly attracting the attention of the major players in King's Landing. This places you, your daughters, and your household in grave danger. When your future self uncovers the truth, your subsequent decisions on the matter propel the key players to act, leading to the death of your friend under the guise of a hunting accident, your arrest, the massacre of your household, Sansa becoming a hostage, Arya fleeing King's Landing, and Jeyne Poole being sent to a brothel."
As I highlighted the lack of trust and the presence of hidden agendas within King's Landing, Eddard's jaw tightened a mixture of concern and determination evident in his eyes. The mention of his future self's investigation into Jon Arryn's death seemed to strike a chord, as he contemplated the dangerous path that lay ahead and the consequences it seemed to have provoked for his loved ones. The fate of his daughters and the mention of Jeyne Poole being sent to a brothel elicited a mix of anger, fear, horror and protectiveness in his expression. It was clear that the well-being of his family weighed heavily on his mind.
A part of me wondered if he would ask me about Jon Arryn's actions before his death, but with what I told him, I doubted it would be his main priority, especially since I knew people tended to focus on the start and the end of any speech and text. I knew I wouldn't dodge the question if he asked, but I couldn't exactly be straightforward as it would deeply affect his demeanor and actions and not necessarily for the best as it would attract unwanted attention and knowing how Cersei tended to react, it could result in the imprisonment of Eddard, his two daughters or even Catelyn if she found herself in the crossfire. I shivered at the thought and felt even more conflicting on the issue of how delivering enough relevant information that would help the Northerner lord without putting him on a path that would more likely end in his canonical fate or worse.
After a moment of silence, Eddard finally looked at me with a mix of concern and desperation. "Is there no one I can trust there?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
"Unfortunately, no," I replied solemnly. "As I said, Varys and Petyr Baelish pursue their own agendas and they would exploit your sense of duty and of honor to further their plans. Pycelle is loyal first to the Lannisters and will report to the queen every of your moves and actions, especially if they present an issue to her power and influence."
I took a breath, "The only one that could have been your strongest ally, Stannis, has gone to Dragonstone and won't come back. He is wary of the Lannisters, but is also bitter towards his brother and you. The first because of his decision to make you his Hand and the second because he resents the fact you are better regarded by Robert than his own brothers, even if Stannis respects your sense of duty. But his absence means you are solely on your own in King's Landing, especially concerning the matter of Jon Arryn's death, as he was the one that could have told you what your former foster father did before his death. You may attempt to exchange with him, but you will need discretion and caution because of those that will spy on you."
As I delivered the harsh reality of Eddard's situation in King's Landing, his expression turned even more grave. The weight of isolation and lack of trustworthy allies settled heavily on his shoulders. He seemed troubled by the revelation that even those who were once close to him harbored resentment and could be potential adversaries.
"So, I am truly alone in this," Eddard murmured, his voice tinged with sadness and frustration. "No one to turn to, no one to confide in. The very people who should be supporting the realm and the king are driven by their own ambitions and loyalties. And his own brother away from the court where he could have been helpful."
His sense of duty and honor clashed with the reality of the treacherous court, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of deception. The knowledge that Stannis, a potential ally, had distanced himself due to personal grievances added another layer of complexity to his predicament. Even the fact I told him he could still exchange with him didn't appease him on the matter.
"What about Renly?" he inquired, seeking any potential allies in the treacherous city.
I scoffed at the thought. "Renly is flamboyant and ambitious, but not very competent," I explained. "He may have earned the appreciation of the people of King's Landing and may have close ties with the Tyrells because of his very intimate friendship with Loras Tyrell. But he would believe that means the whole realm would love him. As Master of Laws, he didn't do much to address corruption and violence in the city. People like the queen, Varys, or Petyr Baelish exploit this corruption for their own purposes. While he is the closest to be regarded as an ally in the current situation, he also pursues his own agenda or rather, he pursues the agenda of his friend Loras Tyrell."
Eddard's hope for a potential ally in Renly seemed to diminish as he listened to my assessment of the young lord's abilities and loyalties. The realization that even Renly, who could have been seen as an ally, was driven by personal ambitions and influenced by his friendship with Loras Tyrell, left him disheartened.
"So even Renly, who is family, is not to be wholly trusted," Eddard said with a hint of disappointment. "His actions are driven by his own desires and loyalty to his friend, rather than the well-being of the realm and of Robert."
I nodded sadly while he was grasping the full extent of the treachery that surrounded him in King's Landing. The web of deceit and personal agendas entangled not only the Lannisters and the small council but also potential allies like Renly.
"I must be cautious in my dealings with him," Eddard stated, his voice firm with determination. "While he may be the closest to an ally I have in the city, I cannot let my guard down or fully trust his intentions."
The weight of isolation and distrust seemed to press upon Eddard, but his sense of duty and responsibility to the realm remained unwavering.
"I will continue to rely on my own judgment and instincts," he affirmed. "No matter how challenging it may be, I will navigate this maze of deceit and uncover the truth behind Jon Arryn's death, for the sake of justice and the safety of my family."
Eddard's resolve shone through despite the difficult circumstances he faced. The absence of trustworthy allies did not deter him; instead, it strengthened his determination to do what was right, even if it meant standing alone against the political intrigues of King's Landing.
"Thank you for your honesty," Eddard said, acknowledging the stark reality of the situation. "Though the truth is disheartening, I appreciate your guidance in this treacherous game."
I nodded with a sad look, "I want to give you a chance to avoid to make the mistake your story self makes in the incoming future."
I took a very deep breath, "I am sorry I can't deliver you everything I would like, but I want you to focus on priorities I believe to be crucial in the next weeks and months. Thread very carefully in how you will handle your position and the investigations on Jon Arryn's death. And more importantly, always put your daughters, Jeyne Poole and your household before your duty. You forsook your honor to protect your nephew. Do not hesitate to do the same for your daughters. I have a personal opinion on the matter of Arya and Sansa in regards of the restraints I have in sharing my knowledge, but it can wait." I then continued, "I have however a huge advice regarding the safety of your daughters, of Jeyne Poole and of your household to give you."
Eddard's brow furrowed as he heard my voice. He looked at me with concern and understanding, remembering well how limited the time was to allow me to give him advices through my knowledge to prepare him to navigate this treacherous path and the scarcity of trustworthy allies in the capital. He nodded with concern and determination on my advice to put the well-being of his daughters at the main priority, more keenly aware of the dangers that will surround his family once in King's Landing. He looked at me with attention when I mentioned my personal opinion and relegated it in a part of his mind, determined to hear what advice I would give him to prevent the fates that may await his daughters and Jeyne Poole.
"Go on", he said gravely.
In response to his invitation to share the advice, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, recognizing the weight of my words. A part of me felt guilt as I was given the impression to manipulate the northerner lord and I strongly disliked it. And yet, because of the urgency and the uncertainty of having time to truly convey knowledge that would be truly useful for him, I had to synthesize and to make choices that would be the most efficient, as painful and despicable they were to my mindset. I began to understand why Dumbledore began to work that way in the Harry Potter books and movies, even though I deeply hoped I would never fall in the same path as him, even if it could be a fool's hope.
With a serious expression, I finally said, "The first thing I would advise you, Lord Stark, is to prepare yourself for the worst. Once you find yourself within the walls of the Red Keep, rely on your guards and trusted servants to plan for any potential escape should your position there became unstable and things go awry. Your utmost priority must always be the safety of your daughters and of Jeyne Poole."
Eddard's eyes widened slightly at the mention of relying on his guards and trusted servants for an escape plan. The thought of having an exit strategy in place seemed to give him a sense of relief amidst the impending perils, even though it also made him uncomfortable. He nodded, acknowledging the importance of prioritizing the safety of his daughters and Jeyne Poole, especially as he was rehearsing my words concerning their potential fates.
I looked at him with straight and grave eyes, "Never allow Sansa to be alone as she will be vulnerable to manipulations and lies due to her innocence and lack of experience. People like the queen or Petyr Baelish would prey on her inexperience to use her for their own agendas and believe me, you wouldn't want to know what their future selves would do with her."
I exhaled a bit before adding, "I regret to say this, but Septa Mordane cannot be relied upon as a reliable chaperone for her, not due to a lack of loyalty, but rather due to her negligence. Her negligence is what allowed prince Joffrey to have Sansa accompanying him the day the incident between Arya and him occurred. And her negligence would be one of the reasons why Sansa may be susceptible to the influence of the queen or of some other people in King's Landing. In fact, if I were you, I would task someone to be her sworn shield in King's Landing."
As I spoke, Eddard's countenance shifted, his face darkening with worry and his protective instincts surging forth. He tightened his fists, a blend of determination and frustration flickering in his eyes. The idea that his innocent girl would suffer in the future and that the queen and Petyr Baelish would play part in it made him ill at ease and very concerned. My remarks about Septa Mordane's negligence struck a chord with him and worsened his wariness, especially as he learnt another information on the events of the incident between Arya and the prince.
"Septa Mordane..." he muttered, a tinge of disappointment evident in his voice. "I should have been more vigilant, more involved in overseeing Sansa's safety."
The weight of regret settled on Eddard as he came to grasp the potential consequences of leaving Sansa unprotected. Though he was a bit wary of the bluntness of my advice, he appreciated it and understood the gravity of the situation and the need for a reliable chaperone for his daughter in King's Landing. He thought to ask Jory to task one of the most reliable guards once he had time to speak with his captain.
Sensing his regret, I nevertheless pushed on, "It is also crucial for you to rebuild the bond with Sansa. She has felt a sense of neglect since she has this impression you favor Arya because she reminds you of Lyanna."
As I mentioned this fact, Eddard's face softened, a hint of sadness crossing his eyes. He sighed, acknowledging the strain that has developed between them. A part of him felt very wary as my words reminded him that I knew things that should be very personal to people. But in this situation, it was as if he was given a perspective he wasn't fully aware of as Sansa was always closer to her mother.
"I... I never meant to make her feel neglected," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "She's my daughter, and I failed her in that regard."
As Eddard expresses his regrets about his relationship with Sansa, I look at him with genuine sympathy. His words resonate with me, and I understand the depth of his feelings.
"You're right, Lord Stark," I replied softly, choosing my words carefully. "It's not that you intended to neglect Sansa, but rather the differences in how you express yourself and the attention you've given to Arya that might have created that impression. Children can perceive things differently, especially when they long for a similar connection. As Arya kind of felt that Sansa is your wife's favorite, Sansa felt that you favor her sister, especially in regards of her personal interests and mischiefs."
Eddard's expression reflects a mix of understanding and contemplation. He absorbed my words, processing the insight I offered. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes, realizing the unintended consequences of his actions, but also a feeling of being impressed by my insight and still disturbed and wary by the fact it came from a peculiar knowledge on their lives.
"It's not too late to bridge that gap," I assured him gently, offering a glimmer of hope. "By showing Sansa the same love and attention, by finding common ground and interests, you can rebuild that bond. It will require effort and understanding, but I believe it is within your reach. For example, if you decide to buy her gifts, consider jewelry or a necklace, as it aligns more with her current interests and may make her feel valued and attended to."
A mix of determination and gratitude crossed Eddard's features. The mention of gifts made his expression lighten and fortifying his gratitude. A slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind the advice. He took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening as he understood the importance of addressing this issue and making amends with Sansa.
"I will make things right," he stated firmly, his voice filled with determination. "I will show Sansa that she is cherished and loved, just as her sister is. I won't let her feel neglected anymore. And I won't let her become a pawn in anyone's game."
I nodded with approving eyes to his words and allowing myself to take a break in my advices. A part of me was moved by his determination and hoped that would be enough for his time in King's Landing, especially to allow Sansa to see that her father would be for her, no matter the circumstances, and not when the situation would turn tragic and disastrous. Even if as a character I didn't have the same appreciation of Sansa as of Arya, I felt sympathy to the plight she would face and didn't want to see her innocence disappearing in such a manner. Ideally, I'd rather see her becoming like me, a pragmatic dreamer, someone who would be aware of the complexity of the world while still keeping dreams within oneself.
I looked at lord Stark, "Would you like to hear the rest of my advice?"
The lord looked back at me with determination and nodded. I sensed in his eyes the determination not to fail to his family as he might have felt to fail to his sister.
I continued, "When the time comes for you to evacuate your daughters, inform them that they will be traveling to Riverrun to see their grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully. Explain that he has fallen ill, and unfortunately, his condition is grave, which is the case by the way."
Eddard listened attentively as I provided him with further advice on the evacuation of his daughters. His brow furrowed with a mix of concern and determination, showing his readiness to prioritize their safety above all else. While wary because of the potential lie it would create his shoulders sagged in relief and yet tension as he heard that his goodfather's health issues were true. He wondered if he wouldn't need to inform Catelyn to contact her father to know how well he was since she hadn't written to Hoster Tully for a while.
Unaware of the northerner lord's thoughts, I explained further the reasoning, "In presenting this reason, it will prevent Sansa from protesting to leave King's Landing as it would be tied to her family. Otherwise, she may believe that you are trying to separate her from Joffrey and in this case, she might relay the information to the queen, even more if she is under Cersei's influence and in this case, it would give the queen an advantage in undermining you or even striking at you."
When I suggested explaining to Sansa that they would be traveling to Riverrun to see her ailing grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully, Eddard's expression softened with a hint of sadness. As much he disliked misleading and lies, he understood the necessity of providing a believable reason for the journey, one that Sansa wouldn't question, especially with how emphasis I put on the danger of her being influenced by the queen. He was troubled by the fact I claimed the queen wouldn't hesitate to strike against him, even though he was also ready for the possibility. Only the possibility of putting his daughters in harm's way tempered his inner thoughts on the matter.
"You're right," he agreed, his voice tinged with gravity. "It's essential to prevent Sansa from protesting or suspecting any ulterior motives. She must believe that her grandfather's condition is the primary reason for the journey."
I nodded with approval and understanding to his words. Taking a breath, I then continued, "Additionally, it is crucial to have multiple escape plans to avoid predictability by your enemies. Send a message to Lord Manderly and request to him to send both a reliable person and a ship. The ship can serve as a diversion for the departure or escape of your daughters and of Jeyne, leading your enemies to believe that you are evacuating via that means."
Eddard's face took on a more thoughtful expression as I emphasized the importance of multiple escape plans. He recognized the need to outsmart their enemies and not be predictable in their actions.
"Lord Manderly," he repeated, his voice filled with a sense of trust and familiarity. "Yes, he is someone I can rely on. I will send a message to him, requesting assistance and a ship."
"It is a wise move, lord Stark", I confirmed. "At least, you'll be in contact with one of your bannermen and someone that can help you with the matters in the South."
He nodded, understanding well my meaning in regards of the discussion we were having. I gathered my thoughts, preparing to conclude on this big advice on preparing himself to the worst.
"Lastly, when you're making preparations for your evacuation, do not personally oversee them. Allowing others to know your movements would make you an easy target. And I advise you to apply the same approach to your investigations on Jon Arryn's death."
I looked at him with a straight eye, "Consider court intrigues and politics as an invisible war where every player are like commander and their servants and spies their soldiers. Watch out in any capacity the strategies and agendas of everyone around you and conceal your own intents. Otherwise, you will be led on their chosen battlefield in which they could fulfill their plans or destroy you should you be considered as a hurdle or a threat to their goals. And that what happened to to your future self in the stories."
As I cautioned Eddard against personally overseeing the preparations for the evacuation, a touch of reluctance flickers in his eyes. His innate sense of responsibility and honor clashed with the necessity of remaining hidden from his enemies.
"But I should be there, ensuring everything is done correctly," he began to argue, before pausing and realizing the validity of my point as he was processing everything I told him in regards of the situation in King's Landing and the reminder I gave him on the potential future that awaited him.
He finally relented with a resigned sigh, "You're right. Being too involved would make me vulnerable. I need to trust others to carry out the tasks", he sighed while saying it.
His gaze met mine, a steely determination settling in his eyes. "I will consider the strategies and agendas of each person, just as if it were a battle," he declares, his voice resolute. "In this war of court intrigues, I will be cautious and keep my true intentions concealed."
I nodded, acknowledging his determination and offering my support. "Remember, Lord Stark, that you possess the wits and wisdom necessary to navigate these treacherous waters. Trust your instincts and the knowledge you've gained thus far."
Eddard's expression reflects a mix of gratitude and resolve. "Thank you for your guidance, Marc," he says sincerely. "I will do everything in my power to protect my family and uphold my honor."
Silence settled for a little while, allowing the northerner to process what we had discussed and I to take a breath. A part of me wondered if I shouldn't have been more concise in my words, a bit wary my explanations would still overwhelm Eddard, especially with his current physical state. A part of me blamed me of forgetting he had searching Arya for four days and then witnessing this farce of trial tonight. However, before I could allow myself to let my conflicting thoughts to grow or to see if Lord Stark was done in the discussion, the man looked at me with curious and straight eyes.
"You mentioned earlier that you have a personal opinion on the matter of my daughters. Pray tell, what is your opinion?"
His tone was measured, but his concern for his daughters was palpable and I sensed something akin to a glimmer of seeing if I could give him more to help him facing the incoming challenges. A part of me didn't expect him to raise this detail and I wondered how to response. I hesitated as my answer would concern a sensitive subject to him and while he seemed ready to listen my advices, I couldn't allow myself to be blinded by the belief he completely trusted me or was swayed by how I behaved.
I took a deep breath, carefully considering how to respond. It was crucial to be honest with him while also being mindful of the delicate nature of the topic.
"Lord Stark, what I am about to tell you is more a personal opinion that results from my understanding of the current situation and of the future depicted in the stories," I began, my tone measured and respectful. "In other circumstances, I would advise you to send your daughters back to Winterfell, especially Sansa. Joffrey is far worse than what you witnessed tonight. A prince who is willing to harm or kill a child of the Hand is capable of even greater harm. My comparison to the Targaryens was not made lightly."
I observed Eddard closely, gauging his reaction. When I mentioned the possibility of sending Sansa back to Winterfell, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brows furrowing in thought. His worries were great as he thought back on what I told in my intervention on Joffrey's actions and consider how worse the prince truly was and shivered in imagining the prince with what he remembered from what he had heard on the Mad King or how he was responsible for the death of his father and of his eldest brother. The desire to break the betrothal came back to his mind. But he reminded himself he couldn't come back on his word to Robert without good reasons and claims wouldn't do that.
"Sending Sansa back to Winterfell... It would protect her, shield her from the darker aspects of this city," he mused, his voice tinged with conflict. "But she must learn, she must see the truth for herself. I fear shielding her entirely may not prepare her adequately for the challenges she will face as a noblewoman."
I nodded, "And I wouldn't advice you that. It is because you preserved them from the darkness of the world that both your daughters greatly suffer from their trials in the stories that depict them in my world, because they were unprepared."
My words struck a chord in Eddard Stark's mind and a sense of regret and wariness could be felt in his eyes.
I took a moment before adding, "Besides, given the current timing and the limited time we have, sending her back now would create political issues with your friend and raise further suspicions against you. She needs to understand the darkness without experiencing it the way she would in the stories. That is partly why I advised you to never allow her to be alone in the Red Keep and to strengthen your bond with her. A lady must have some awareness of the lord's matters to fulfill her duties, and being aware of the harsh realities of the world is necessary, especially in a place like King's Landing. It is not a pit of vipers. It is a hostile jungle where every creature is ready to strike."
Eddard nodded gravely, his eyes somber and full of concern and worries. I could imagine what he was feeling. I disliked the current solution because it wasn't a good one, but as I wasn't Sansa's father and was aware that I couldn't dismiss the political factor, I couldn't send her back to Winterfell, not to mention the fact that I would hurt her feelings without seemingly good reasons.
My cautious and empathetic sides were urging me to reveal to Eddard the truth of Joffrey's parentage to explain why I thought sending back Sansa to Winterfell would be wise. But I held up. I wasn't sure it would be the good moment, not to mention that I couldn't imagine how he would react to this fact.
I reasoned with myself that even if he believed me, it would be just my word with no factual proofs, only clues. And as a fanfiction depicting HBO "Roma" Octavian reincarnated in Joffrey had made me aware when I had read it, the book on the lineages and Robert's bastards wouldn't be absolute proofs, even though it would raise suspicions on the parentage of Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella. Only a thorough analysis of the physical features of the Baratheon and of the Lannisters, reading not only on the Baratheon line, but also for every marriage between a Lannister woman and other lords sharing different hair color and if modern technology existed, mainly DNA analysis like in "The Rise of the Red Anchor", then any doubt on the legitimacy and the truth of these claims would disappear. And I couldn't even consider Cersei's words to Eddard in both books and series as a complete truth, especially with her fucking Lancel more or less during the same period. Only Eddard guessed that Jaime was her children's sire because she confirmed he was her lover, but once again, it was circumstantial proofs that would need to be fortified. My only reassurance is that between what happened in the hall and some of my advices, Eddard would watch out more vigilantly Joffrey, even if I couldn't dismiss the fact he would be fooled by the fake contrition the prince could do if his mother advised him to do so.
I sensed Eddard's look on me, wondering what I was thinking upon. I took a breath to chase away the complicated thoughts that plagued my mind before giving my true advice.
"However, if I were in your position, I would consider sending Arya back to Winterfell."
Eddard's eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity, concern, and weariness as he digested my words while considering the suggestion in regards of what had been discussed.
"Sending Arya back to Winterfell," he repeated quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity and concern. "After all that has happened, you believe it is best for her to return home?"
I could sense the conflict within him, torn between his desire to protect his family and his duty to navigate the treacherous path of King's Landing even in regards of my advices and information. The perspective of separating his children didn't sit well with him. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, the weariness etched on his face. His eyes met mine once again, seeking guidance and understanding.
"I brought her with me with the hope that this experience would mold her into a true lady, one who can navigate the complexities of court and secure a prosperous future. But after witnessing the events of the past days, and now your counsel, I find myself questioning my decisions."
He paused, his gaze drifting towards the window, lost in thought. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders. He turned back to me, his expression a mixture of determination and vulnerability.
"Tell me, why do you believe she should return to Winterfell? Is it for her safety, or do you see something in her future that I have yet to comprehend?" His words held a hint of hope, a longing for answers that could guide his actions.
I took a deep breath, realizing the significance of my words.
"My lord, I do believe it is necessary both for her safety and because of what I know of her future."
I took a deep breath, weighing how to present the issue in away that
"If she still accompanies you to King's Landing, you'll need to watch over her because of her adventurous side and it will be difficult because you'll be busy by your duties and your personal mission while your household is too small to easily handle the size of the Red Keep, especially with the numbers of the people obeying to the Lannisters. As long as your friend is alive, her safety can be ensured to a certain extent. But should your friend die, something that is likely with his health or the queen's greed, how much can you guarantee her safety with people of the likes of Cersei or her son if you considered what happened tonight?"
Eddard contemplated my words for a moment. His gaze turned inward, contemplating the risks and potential consequences. His voice held a mixture of determination and worry as he responded, "You speak truth, and it weighs heavily on my heart. The safety of my family is paramount to me, and I cannot ignore the dangers that surround them. If my friend were to meet an untimely demise, the risks to my daughter's well-being would undoubtedly increase."
He paused, his gaze focused intently on me. "Is there anything else in… your knowledge that makes you so certain that it would be unwise for her to still accompany me to King's Landing?"
I looked at the lord with solemn eyes, uncertain to answer him without giving him strong reactions to the potential fate of his daughter. But as he raised the question and since I had mentioned the fact, I knew I couldn't avoid it without making myself akin to a liar or someone playing with his emotions, which was already true to my dismay.
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I met Eddard's gaze with a somber expression. I could sense his anticipation, mixed with a tinge of apprehension, as he awaited my response.
"In the stories I had read," I began, my voice filled with a mixture of caution and certainty, "after the incident that occurred between Arya and the prince, your future self makes a significant decision. You hire a Braavosi swordsman named Syrio Forel to train Arya in the art of water dancing, veering away from your initial intent to mold her into a traditional lady as it was your initial intent when you brought her with Sansa and you."
I could see a flicker of surprise and concern in Eddard's eyes as my words hit home, and the weight of the implications settled upon him. The realization that his future-self had made such a choice, and the consequences it had on Arya's life, were likely overwhelming for him.
"The decision to provide Arya with this training ultimately saved her life," I continued my voice steady but filled with empathy. "Syrio Forel sacrifices himself to allow her escape, and the skills she acquires during her training contribute to her survival in the face of great danger. However, it also sets her on a path of hardship, shaping her into a strong and resilient individual. She harbors a desire for revenge against those who have harmed your family and was determined to kill all of them, reciting every night a list of the people she intended to kill. That leads her to eventually join the Faceless Men when she believes she has lost everyone in her family."
I watched as Eddard absorbed my words, his face contorting with a mix of emotions. The weight of the revelation weighed heavily on him, no doubt conflicting with his desires to protect his daughter from the harsh realities of the world. A part of me was also imagining how his thoughts dwelled on his fallen kins to consider how grim his daughter's path was as depicted through my words. And while I already mentioned it or the fact that Sansa became an hostage, a part of me thought with shame that it was fortunate I didn't tell him the trials of Sansa as I knew he would immediately want to break the betrothal and to send her back to Winterfell even with what had just been discussed and that would raise many issues, not to mention even more unwanted attention. My cautious and my sympathetic selves were conflicted and in turmoil, calling me on my cowardice to let Sansa risking to face the same trials even with the advices I was giving to her father.
While my inner self was struggling a bit, silence hung in the air as Eddard processed the information, his gaze shifting away momentarily before returning to meet mine. His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a blend of resignation and determination.
"So, you believe that by sending Arya back to Winterfell, we can potentially alter the course of her destiny, prevent the hardships she may face, and shield her from the path of revenge?" he questioned, his words laced with a yearning for reassurance.
I nodded, acknowledging the gravity of his question. "My lord, the future is not set in stone, and while I cannot guarantee the outcome, I believe that by returning Arya to the safety of Winterfell, we can provide her with a chance for a different journey—one that may not be devoid of challenges, but could steer her away from the darker path she might otherwise tread."I take a breath, "This is the official fate she faces in the stories, but I can't say it will occur exactly the same, especially with how my intervention may affect events. And I dread to think of what could happen to her if she were to become a hostage with the kind of person the queen and her son are. If you think that Tywin Lannister is a monster and ser Jaime an oathbreaker, Cersei and her son are a level higher on those matters. Besides, the queen's proximity and influence on her twin makes him the worse of man, a dark shell of what he could be."
Eddard absorbed my words, the weight of the decision settling upon his shoulders. He understood the significance of the choice before him, torn between his duty and his love for Arya. I could sense the struggle within him as he grappled with the implications of my advice. His weariness deepened as he absorbed my words about Cersei Lannister and her son, Joffrey. I suspected he couldn't imagine worse than how he regarded the Lannister for what they did to King's Landing, Elia Martell and her children. And while he didn't regard the Kingslayer in much respect and trust, imagining he could be worst because of his sister the queen was something he was struggling to consider, even if he was considering it as a possibility.
In his exhausted and wary state, his mind was in turmoil, grappling with the weight of the knowledge I had imparted to him and the potential consequences it could have for his family. He would feel the burden of responsibility even more acutely, torn between the desire to protect his children and the need to navigate the dangerous political landscape of King's Landing. He weighed the possibilities and the pros and cons of sending back Arya, though his mind was growing more determined to ensure her safety.
After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke. "Given the risks and the potential dangers she may face in King's Landing, it is best to send Arya back to Winterfell for her safety."
I nodded gravely, acknowledging the difficulty of his decision while inwardly relieved and glad.
"This a wise decision, lord Stark."
I added, "It will also give you some advantages for the challenges you will have to face in King's Landing. Besides, sending Arya back to Winterfell will not only provide her with greater safety, but it will also allow you to focus more on Sansa's well-being and safety, and to utilize the limited resources of your household to investigate in King's Landing and to prepare for the worst without worrying yourself on the whereabouts of your adventurous and fiery daughter."
I continued while looking straight in his eyes, "Her departure might also help to assuage Sansa's distress and resentment, while allowing to give them some space to truly reconsider their sibling bond."
Eddard nodded thoughtful but also troubled and torn apart. He considered the advantages his decision would offer him, especially in regards of my advices. But he was also thinking on the fact he would separate his daughters. A part of me imagined he was thinking on his family words of the lone wolf and the pack and possibly reflecting upon his own past when he was away from his siblings when fostering in the Vale. A part of me felt guilty, especially as another side of me was still thinking that with my knowledge, I could easily prevent many tragedies. But it wasn't a game or a fun story, but my new reality. And regardless of the universe and its rules, reality is like a chain of moving and versatile elements whose position affect the other parts. And as much I wanted to mitigate fallout and collateral damages, I was no god, only a human with his skills, his strengths and weaknesses.
I decided to assuage some of his doubts and trouble, "If you are concerned about questions from the king or the court should you decide to send back Arya, you can explain that what transpired with the prince made you realize that she is not yet ready for life in the South and that you punish her for her deeds. You can also mention that you are sending Lady back to Winterfell, stating that direwolves are not suited for the South as a cover."
Eddard thought upon the advice. He understood the intent while a bit wary of playing court intrigue, he knew that my solution could provide him a cover that would work should there be raised questions and eyebrows on his daughter's departure. He nodded to me as the urgency of the situation and his exhaustion brought him to quickly consider the advice.
Glad and relieved to his acceptance, I then said, "If it can help, I'll tell Sansa I advised you to send back Lady. It would be better that she blamed me for persuading you for the decision, rather than blaming you for that. It would make easier for you to rekindle the bond with her and demonstrate your love and support for her as she would need your guidance and reassurance. You may not know how exactly ladies have to behave, but as a father, you can give her experience and wisdom to help her grow."
A part of me was stunned by my declaration cursing me for being utterly foolish for making bold and great claims as I tended to make when I was emotionally involved. Unaware of my inner little turmoil, Eddard Stark's gaze softened as he listened to my words, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes. A part of him was surprised and stunned by my words, but he recognized the sincerity behind my intentions and the potential impact it could have on his relationship with Sansa. The thought of being able to demonstrate his love and support without the weight of blame was a relief to him.
"You have shown me great kindness and provided invaluable guidance," he acknowledged, his voice tinged with appreciation. "Your willingness to take the blame for advising me to send Lady back to Winterfell speaks volumes of your character and your commitment to protecting my family even when you don't have to."
He paused, his thoughts drifting to Sansa and to my advices to ensure her safety and to rekindle his bond with her. His appreciation to my words and proposals was evident in his expression at this moment.
I nodded a part of me happy that my words were able to reach the northerner lord while my cautious side was screaming at me for my lack of self-respect and my lack of common sense.
His eyes furrowed once more as he was thinking about something else.
"And what of Jeyne Poole?" he inquired, his concern extending beyond his own blood. "She is a friend and companion to Sansa, yet she is not of our blood. And you told the awful fate that may await her. What would you advise in her case?"
I pondered for a moment, understanding the significance of Jeyne's role and the bond she had formed with Sansa. I chose my words carefully, aware of the impact my advice could have.
"Jeyne Poole is indeed a friend to Sansa and it is true she is not from your family or a highborn like your daughters. But as much as I hate this possibility, she must remain in the household accompanying you. As Sansa's friend, she will prevent isolation for your daughter, especially with Lady's departure. And as your steward's daughter, she needs to learn the darkness of the world and to become someone that could face the incoming challenges. When you are preparing your escape plans from King's Landing, include her with your daughter in the main group to leave. No child should suffer from the cruelty of people of power."
Eddard listened intently to my response, his concern for Jeyne Poole evident in his eyes. He understood the importance of Jeyne's presence for Sansa's emotional well-being and the need for her to have a companion in the unfamiliar and treacherous environment of King's Landing. He also recognized the risks that Jeyne would face by remaining in the capital.
A conflicted expression crossed Eddard's face as he contemplated the difficult decision ahead. He was torn between his desire to protect Jeyne from the cruelty of the powerful and the understanding that exposing her to the harsh realities of the world might be a necessary part of her growth.
After a moment of contemplation, Eddard's gaze met mine. "I understand your reasoning," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of concern and determination. "Jeyne will still accompany with us in King's Landing, as you have advised. We will do our best to shield her from harm while preparing her for the challenges she may face."
His response reflected the weight of his responsibilities as a protector and leader, as he made the difficult decision to expose Jeyne to the dangers of the capital in order to support Sansa and ensure her emotional well-being. Eddard's sense of duty and his commitment to his children and those entrusted to his care guided his actions, even in the face of uncertainty and potential harm.
"Thank you, Marc," he added, his voice filled with gratitude and a sense of resolve. "Your insights and advice have given me much to consider. I will strive to protect my family and those close to them, even as we navigate the treacherous waters of King's Landing."
I held his gaze and replied, "I am glad that my words can give you perspective and tools to handle the situation. And yet, I can't help but apologizing for creating such a conundrum for you. If it were solely based on my empathy and good intentions, I would have advised you to mainly focus on your family and would deliver you everything I know. However, the knowledge and insights I possess compel me, and by extension, you, to make these difficult choices. I cannot in good conscience allow events to unfold without offering you the best advice I can provide, especially in the current context. But I can't play gods in interfering too much in the current events and situations without creating the conditions for much worse situations that I couldn't forgive myself to have created."
I let out a sigh and my eyes turned thoughtful and a bit contrite, "There is so much I want to tell you, but that would create more issues that it would solve if I didn't thread carefully and some of the informations would attract more unwanted attention on you or me and that could threaten the advices I gave you, especially for the discretion you need to have in King's Landing."
Eddard's expression softened and he nodded in understanding and gratitude with a tinge of sadness. He recognized the weight and complexity of the situation, understanding that my knowledge and insights presented both a gift and a burden. As I expressed my concerns and the limitations I faced in sharing certain information, he nodded in acknowledgement.
"There is no need for you to apologize," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy. "You find yourself in a unique position, burdened with the knowledge of what may come to pass. I may not grasp how it is possible, but I can see how it is a heavy weight to bear, and I appreciate your sincerity in offering the best advice you can and the honesty to recognize the delicate nature of such power."
A.N.:
1_ Here we are ! The supersaurus of this introduction of the story. And perhaps the longest for the time being.
2_ Even more than the previous ones, this chapter is a mix of the work on ChatGPT and my own addition and rewrites to deepen the context and the reaction of the different characters.
3_ It is the most difficult chapter to imagine because I was considering many possibilities. But many were problematics in the context of the situation and not necessarily the best approaches to tackle some issues without creating the seeds for worst outcomes compared to the canon.
4_ In the end, with the way I am (and thus, the way the SI is), the reasons why the MC didn't reveal everything (notably on the very burning issues) are because a) he didn't want to lead Eddard to rush on decisions and actions that could backfire on him, b) the fact that infodumping won't be efficient (especially with Eddard Stark's current physical state), c) the urgency and uncertainty that brings the necessity to prioritize information and how to use knowledge, d) with the advices given in this chapter, potential changes will occur while hopefully delaying unwanted attention because of Eddard suddenly changing his demeanor or making sudden decisions without obvious reasons, e) the SI tries to remind Eddard to always put his family's well-being as the main priority, not matter his duty to Robert or his desire to find out what happened to Jon Arryn and f) giving him a potential chance to delay or escape his fate.
5_ Knowledge is a double-edged sword like any tool, skills and strengths. In certain circumstances and certain ways, it can help us thrive and to achieve great things. But in others, it will lead to danger and disasters.
6_ However, that doesn't mean some complementary advices won't be given to Eddard before the MC's departure to Winterfell. Some other advices would be mentionned in a future chapter (by the way, eleven other chapters are already written so far).
7_ To conclude on the matter of knowledge/truth/information, while it will be mentionned in the future, I think it is a relevant think to tell you what is my philosophical opinion on truth vs lie. The phrase "Only Truth hurts" is something I kind of disagree with. While it is certain that truth is not always pleasant or pretty to hear, the reason why it can hurt is partly because of how it is revealed. Withholding information or lying to someone can be as harmful or even more than telling the truth, not matter how concerned we may be with the well-being, the comfort and the safety of someone, because it is like a river you are trying to stop with a dam, it is like a boomerang you sent away with the fool's hope it will disappear. It is preferable to tell the truth, but the manner, the context and the aimed person (when it is not yourself) are to take into account to define the potential delivery of truth. It is not easy feat to achieve as we are defined by our emotions and experiences and truth can be a complicated matter because of the complexity, the perspective or the fact it can go beyond the possible frame of perspective we have on the matter. But to tell someone a/the truth, you need to have an idea of how she might react to handle how to reveal it, especially in complicated matters (when the professional duty or the necessity don't enter into consideration). Truth only hurts because something affects how we will perceive it from our perspective and the way we consider the world around us. Some won't accept it because of fear, of pride, of comfort, of denial. Truth is neither pretty or nice, nor it is ugly or nasty. It is factual and neutral and only our personal mindset and experiences would make us see it in a certain way. You can disagree with this philosophical approach and you will be in your right. After all, no one is the sole guardian of the Truth, he can only see a (distorted) fragment of it.
8 _ Finally, you can consider the MC's conflicting choices as one example of his limitations and one potential flaw of his personality.
9_ Have a good reading !