When Winter comes...
You'll hear no Lions roar...
No Stags grazing the fields...
No Roses growing in the meadows...
The Sun will no longer shine, and the Spear will crumble...
The Krakens will freeze where they swim...
The Flayed Man will rot and wither...
No Trouts swimming in the river and no Falcons flying in the air...
Not even the dragon's breath will warm you in your halls.
You shall hear only the the wolves' howl...
And then you will know. Winter has come"
-A Song of Ice & Fire
High lords and fabled champions had come from all over the realm to compete, and the whole city had turned out to watch. The days had rung to the sounds of trumpets and pounding hooves, and the nights had been full of feasts and song. As Eddard took his seat, he located Sansa and her friend Jeyne Poole. He could see the happiness on her face, she was her mother's daughter.
As if the expense and trouble were not irksome enough, all and sundry insisted on salting my wound by calling it "the Hand's tourney," as if I were the cause of it. And Robert honestly seemed to think I should feel honored! Ned thought as he shuffled his chair. He came not only to be Robert's hand, but also to investigate into Jon's recent activities before his death. The scorching sun, beat down on Eddard's head. It had been many years since he had experienced this heat, and it was not pleasant unlike the winters of the North.
The chain of hands rattled as Eddard looked to see the Northmen who had decided to participate. Then a voice echoed through the air.
"HAH, HAH! LORDS AND LADIES! I THANK YOU FOR COMING!" Robert shouted to the crowd, however he paused to catch his breath. "Today we celebrate a new day, today my good friend, the honorable Eddard Stark becomes my new Hand!"
The crowd would clap, but nothing more. The idea of a Northman being Hand was still taboo to some. Robert eventually held up his arms to silence the crowd, and resumed his speech.
"To celebrate this wondrous event, the winner of the jousting will receive forty-thousand gold dragons, with the runner up receiving twenty-thousand! Let the events, begin!" Robert exclaimed, which caused the crowd to start cheering, many names would be heard from Loras Tyrell, to Renly Baratheon and even Gregor Clegane. Ned kept his posture straight, yet could not help but wonder how Robb was.
Robb sat quietly on the Winterfell throne. It had been some time since his father had left for King's Landing. Even at fifteen, Robb felt proud in what he had aclompished thus far. He had able to address many issues that come before him. His father's teachings had been put to good use.
However, the same could not be said for Rodrik Snow and Tommard Brude. The two wards, that had been sent by House Bolton and House Brude. They had lived together for some time, and Robb had tried to bring them together. Yet the hatred between the two houses ran deeper than the roots of a Weirwood tree. Robb sighed as he looked through the room, he spotted Tommard and Rodrik yet they stood on opposite ends of the room while Theon was absent. Grey Wind sat quietly next to Robb's feet, every day the direwolf grew larger and was almost as big as himself. The direwolf had gone an excellent job at protecting Bran when they were attacked by the wildlings in the Wolf Woods. Now they had a wildling named Osha who worked in the kitchens.
His mind wondered on what issues could come before him today...