The Chronicles of Ice and Fire: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Anger can turn you into an animal, especially when you have a weapon in your hand." Aenar Targaryen, controlling his anger.

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As the bastard looked at her without fear, his purple eyes staring back at her, reminding her of her husband's infidelity, Catelyn clenched her fists tightly, a rage bubbling in her chest.

She hated that she couldn't do anything about him, that her prayers weren't answered, that even if she fasted for days, the bastard was healthier than a young, strong horse.

Catelyn took a deep breath, unable to hide the disgust in her voice. "You can go back, I don't want to see your face. The air stinks of sin when you're around."

Jon didn't hesitate to taunt Catelyn again, not hiding the sarcasm directed at her. "The smell of sin you smell has a different origin, it smells like fish."

Before Jon could continue, Robb's expression changed and he dragged his brother out of the Great Hall as he heard the sound of something breaking behind him. It was obvious his mother had thrown something against the wall. This left the six-year-old with a helpless look on his face.

On one side was his mother, on the other his brother. He didn't want to take sides so as not to hurt either of them, but the more he did, the more Robb realized that it was making their relationship worse. Jon didn't mind talking to Catelyn, but Catelyn hated that her son was on Jon's side.

This gave the boy a huge headache. "Why do you always have to annoy her?" He asked, looking at Jon with a helpless expression.

Noticing this, Jon put his arm around Robb's neck and spoke with a smile. "Do not hesitate to side with your mother, Robb. She's cruel to me, but she's a mother who truly cares for her children."

Unlike Catelyn, Jon was not childish enough to make his son stay in a difficult situation. It was normal for a son to stand by his mother; how could he be angry or resentful about something so natural?

Looking at Jon, Robb suppressed the emotion in his chest and also smiled brightly. "Let's go to training camp, I want that smile off your face, brother."

"Keep dreaming Robb, it's you who will be face down in the dirt." Jon replied with a smile that was confident to say the least. It wasn't that he was arrogant, but when you can predict your opponent's every move, it's not that difficult to defeat and kill him.

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About two weeks later, the gates of Winterfell were opened and all the lords of the North entered House Stark Castle with their heads held high and their smiles wide. Riding a majestic black horse, Eddard Stark could be seen leading all the lords with a calm, silent expression.

This earned Eddard the title of the Silent Wolf, for he could kill men in complete silence, reminiscent of the actions of a wolf stalking its prey.

Surprisingly, he was accompanied by a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy dressed in brown leather with a golden octopus crest.

Eddard's entire family stood at the entrance to Winterfell, all patiently awaiting the arrival of the most powerful man in the North.

As Eddard dismounted, he grabbed Theon by the armpits and lowered the ten-year-old to the ground.

"Welcome back, my lord. I've prayed every night for your safe return." Catelyn, holding Sansa in her arms, approached and greeted her husband as a virtuous wife should.

The hard look in the Lord Paramount's grey eyes seemed to soften at the sight of his wife and daughter. He kissed his wife first, a chaste but deep kiss. Then he kissed the red-haired baby's forehead and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you for your prayers, my wife."

"HAHAHAHAH..."

"Lord Stark can hardly wait to share a bed with his wife!!!"

"Don't worry, Lord Stark. We can wait for you to relieve yourself!!!"

The Northern Lords, seeing their liege lord's actions, applauded and spoke vulgar words, oblivious to their surroundings. Everyone looked normal, no one cared how vulgar their words were, as it made the atmosphere of victory after an important geurra even happier at that moment.

"Looks like you're going to have another sister soon, Robb." Jon commented with a mischievous grin, seeing the embarrassed look on the young man's face. Which was only natural, since everyone was talking about the boy's mother.

"Shut up, Jon." At the mischievous smile on Jon's lips, Robb practically growled with the embarrassment he felt at the moment.

Although it seemed a bit shocking for a six-year-old boy to know about sex, given Robb's identity, he had learned about men's and women's issues a year ago. This also showed how early boys and girls were considered men and women in this world.

For women, they were already considered women when they had their first menarche, while for boys it was even earlier, as they were considered men when they managed to consummate their marriage.

However, in this happy atmosphere, filled with the glory of a landslide victory for the Crown, there was only one person who wasn't happy to hear the extremely vulgar words of the Northern Lords.

Catelyn, like any lady from an important family in the south, had been brought up in what was considered a more civilised environment, and when she came into contact with what she herself considered barbaric, she naturally felt an enormous contempt for the ways of the north and its strange and terrifying gods.

Although she had been married to Eddard for six years, the woman had not, and perhaps never would, adapt to the older and more direct ways of the North.

For this reason, she felt great anger and embarrassment as she listened to the vulgar and coarse words of the northern lords.

However, as someone with a modicum of intelligence, she knew she could never say anything that would bring dishonour to House Stark, for her words, her actions, could implicate Robb.

Truth be told, Catelyn was lucky to have a husband in Eddard, who, though a full-blooded Northerner, was brought up in the Vale under the tutelage of Jon Arryn, so Eddard himself was more open to her and her southern ways.

Had she married Brandon Stark, she certainly wouldn't have been able to build a Septon of the Faith of the Seven in the heart of the North.

If Rickard Stark, Eddard's father, were alive, he would probably have slapped his son's wife's face for doing something so insulting to the North and House Stark.

So Catelyn was definitely lucky to be married to Eddard and not another Stark.

Not knowing what his wife was thinking, Eddard looked at his two boys not far away. Both boys were bigger than he remembered, especially Jon.

The boy was about six, but he was taller than any ten year old. But the change in his posture and presence took the Lord Paramount completely by surprise. As far as he could remember,

He looked more like a prince than Joffrey Baratheon himself. There was no comparison between the two. Joffrey, despite his princely status, was just a spoiled, arrogant boy. He hadn't even begun his education, let alone his studies.

Jon, on the other hand, had an aura about him that made people look at him. He was a regal presence in the place, making it impossible for anyone to ignore him. His deep purple eyes began to show a power that made it impossible to look him in the eye.

Incredible as it may seem, Eddard sensed that he was facing a growing king, which left the Lord of Winterfell utterly bewildered by the most drastic change in his nephew, whom he had raised as his own flesh and blood, knowing full well that his honour was tarnished and his marriage strained.

"Dad!" Robb greeted his father, trying to look as mature as possible, which soon became difficult as he began to smile when he saw his father's eyes on him.

"I hope you haven't neglected your studies and training, Robb." Eddard stroked his son's copper hair and spoke in his deep, gentle voice. A kindness only his family could have.

"I have trained hard. It won't be long before I can hunt a bear." Rob puffed out his chest, trying to look bigger and more manly as he spoke his ambition, causing all the Northern Lords to laugh at the boldness and courage of their future liege.

"HAHAHAH!" "The boy's definitely a Stark! He wants to fight a bear at the age of six."

"Young lord, you better train for a few more years so you don't become bear food!!!"

"HHAHAHAHAH"

The Lords of the North spoke as they laughed at Robb, they didn't despise Robb's childish courage, on the contrary, they all looked at him with an appreciative look in their eyes.

Eddard also looked at his son with a look of satisfaction. Though he would never have allowed Robb to run into such danger, he appreciated his son's courage.

Eddard's eyes fell on Jon, but apart from a nod, the Lord Paramount of the North entered the castle with his entire retinue.

Jon didn't follow his uncle into the Great Hall and went back to his room. As for Eddard's actions, they didn't bother him at all. He wasn't a child desperate for paternal affection.

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