What if Joffrey Was Fostered in The North With Ned Stark

What if Joffrey was fostered in the north with Ned Stark? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. Robert paces the floor nervously, rubbing his temples as he's tempted to take another swig of his wine. But for once, he tries to restrain himself as he instead thinks about the situation he is in. In the other room, Cersei is brooding and likely cursing his name for what Joffrey had done. The brat had opened up a cat's belly to peek and see the unborn kittens. Robert had ended up knocking out his baby teeth to discipline him. Cersei threatened to kill him if he ever laid a hand on the boy again, and Robert believed his wife was mad enough to follow through with that. Still, he was hardly going to sit by and allow this to happen again. He hasn't forgotten about Aries II burning people for his own amusement. How long would it be until the boy started taking things a step further? No, Joffrey must be disciplined. And while he would do it himself, he knows that would be impossible. If he ever acts out again, he knows that he can just come running back to his mother and hide under her skirts. He would need to do it in a way that Cersei can't interfere. But how? The thought starts to give Robert a headache as he tries to clear his head. He begins looking through some of the documents on his desk. And at the top of them is a letter from Ned Stark. His old friend talks about the status of the realm, grain harvests, the state of the wall, and border disputes between the Boltons and the Manderlys. All of that leaves the king groaning from boredom as he gets enough of this from court. But as he looks further down, he sees mentions of his son. Though he has not yet seen Rob, Ned loves to speak about his eldest at length. He speaks of how Rob shows great promise with a lance and sword, how he studies military texts, as Robert did, and how he grows taller and stronger each day. For a moment, Robert is lost in those thoughts, the idea of having a son like that. And then the thought comes to him. He grabs a fresh quill and parchment and begins writing to his friend, asking him whether or not Joffrey can be fostered in Winterfell. He does not delve into the details, but explains that he has observed Joffrey displaying troubling behavior and wishes for him to be sent there, or it might be a better environment away from the court. As he finishes writing it, he calls Joffrey over. The boy is fearful, rubbing his cheek, which carries a bruise. For a moment, Robert feels a pain of pity for the boy and wonders whether he is being too hard on him. But as he looks at his son's eyes, he can see a flicker of madness in the 10-year-old's gaze and quickly squashes that sympathy. Robert straightens and looks down at him. Joffrey, you've been acting out too much. I think you are becoming spoiled here. You have no regard for your actions or their consequences, and you think without ever seeing how it affects anyone else. That is unbecoming of my son, much less a prince of the Seven Kingdoms. >> I'm sorry, father. Please, I won't do it again. I promise I'll be good. >> Oh, spare me the performance, boy. I'm not here to watch a little song and dance. I'm here to tell you what will happen next. Clearly, you are much too coddled here if you think you can act like this without consequence. That is why I'm sending you north to your uncle Edard. He shall foster you for the time being. He will see to it that you learn responsibility. >> Father, how could you do that to me? You can't do that. I won't go. >> This matter is not up for debate, Joffrey. I am sending you there. All I require is Ned Stark's approval, and then you will be taking the first ship to White Harbor. >> If you wish to send me away, send me to Storm's End or Castle Rock with my grandfather. There is at least something to do there. >> This is not some vacation for you to enjoy, boy. This is to teach you. >> Teach me? What can I learn among the snow and savages there? >> Enough. I will not hear any more of this, but you had best watch how you speak about Lord Stark and the Northmen. They are as loyal as any man can hope. And Edard Stark is the only reason I am sitting on the Iron Throne. His loyalty has allowed me to win the war. Now pack your things and prepare to depart. He dismisses the prince with a wave of his hand, and the boy remains shocked. He can only stare at his father, wondering if this is real or perhaps a nightmare. When Cersei hears of this, she rages and asks Robert if he's lost his wits. He has not seen Ned Stark in years and wonders how he can send her boy there to what is essentially a stranger. Yet Rob is unmoved. Eddard might be a stranger to Cersei, but he knows his friend. And if there is anyone who can set this boy straight, it is him. He refuses to back down and says his word is final. He is supported by the rest of the small council who have little fondness for Joffrey and believe that it would do well. Soon enough, Ned writes back. While he's reluctant to accept a new ward, especially someone like the crown prince, he cannot deny his old friend and agrees. With that confirmed, Joffrey is set out on his way as he protests and whines. A ship soon departs King's Landing and sets sail north, where he is greeted with all the honors befitting a prince. Yet, despite that, he accepts it with cold indifference. All of that is an empty token to him, a pale shadow of what he had in court. Ned Stark can see this in his eyes. Aside from him, two other figures linger and watch him. The first is Sansa Stark, who watches the goldenhaired prince, oblivious to his flaws. The other is Theon Greyjoy, who enjoys the sight with a ry smile. And yet soon enough, issues arise in Joffrey's welcome feast, and he angrily berates servants for not preparing his meal as he likes. The servant is left near tears in front of the court. Yet, Joffrey does not hesitate. He looks, prepared to continue his words. But then, Ned Stark shakes his head. Enough. All this fuss for some burned meat. You've made your point, the prince. Now I ask you to sit down. There is much to enjoy aside from that. >> What did you say to me? You forget yourself, boy. >> But as he speaks, he feels Ned's attention shift towards him. The lord's normally calm face darkens and turns ice cold. It is enough to freeze Joffrey in his tracks. If this is how the crown prince behaves at any inconvenience, then I understand why your father wished for you to be fostered here. The cooks will not prepare any more food for you. Now eat what you have. Joffrey opens his mouth to argue, but feels Ned's eyes on him. Unlike Robert, who would have turned away and gone back to drinking, the Lord of Winterfell does not back down or take his eyes away. He continues to stare, watching Joffrey until he bows his head and finishes his meal in silence. From there, the true training begins. As Ned gives Joffrey the education that Robert had wished for him. Every day, he has Joffrey study with Maester Leuen about history and writing. After that, he spars with the youngest guardsmen and knights alongside Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, and Rob Stark. Lord Stark personally has a hand in his training as he has Joffrey observe him holding court, visiting other lords or hearing the petitions of his people. It is the same type of training he has received in the Red Keep, and Joffrey approaches it all with the same sullen indifference. While all his teachers say Joffrey shows some promise, it is overshadowed by his tacetern nature. Rather than sit down and learn, he argues with Mr. Luan about this and says how pointless studying this is with Sir Rodri. While the old knight acknowledges Joffrey's promise, he also notes how sheltered the prince is. He seems to expect men to simply let him win. Quick to grow arrogant when he has some success, but complains about cheating and unfairness when he is pushed back. Even with Ned, Joffrey often tunes the lord out, simply staring at the ceiling while he talks. When Joffrey is paying attention, he remains disruptive and arrogant, causing tempers to flare rather than diffusing them. The difference is unlike in the Red Keep, they do not simply let him get away with anything. They are quick to dismiss Joffrey from lessons if he is being disruptive or conversely keeping him there until he understands. And while generally quite amiable, Ned can become cold and hard when Joffrey acts out. He gives the prince all the attention he wants and disciplines him with either cold rebukes or a stern punishment. The worst of these incidents occurs when Joffrey is 11 years old. He stomps out of the training yard, having been curtly dismissed by Sir Rodri for failing to control. As he prepares to round a corner and head back into the tower, he throws up in a door and knocks a serving girl off her feet. The woman screams as a pot in her hand goes flying and spills broth all over the floor. Joffrey hisses as the hot liquid splashes on his boots. He glares at the servant girl who stutters hasty apologies. The prince will not hear it, though, and raises his hand to strike her. Yet before the blow can fall, a hand grabs his wrist and pulls him back. He turns to see one of the Stark guardsmen glaring down. Harwin shakes his head. That is enough, my prince. Leave off and head back to your room. >> Unhand me, you savage. Do you know who I am? >> I do, and that's why I say that such behavior is beneath you. >> I could have your head for this dog. Kill him. >> The Hound takes a step closer, but Harwin reaches for his sword. Do this and see what Lord Eddard will do to you too. Your duty is to protect the boy. Will striking me down accomplish that? The Hound looks at the Stark man, his fingers resting on his sword, contemplating what to do. For a moment, it looks like he will attack, but then he releases his sword hilt and mutters something about the Starks having a death wish. Yet, when Ned Stark hears of this, his face is like a blizzard, unreadable and frightening. He glares down at Joffrey, who for the first time does not have a clever remark or anything to say. Ned's silence is enough to leave Joffrey frozen in place as he listens to what Harwin has to say. When he finishes, all he does is look over Joffrey. Is this true? >> I I was merely disciplining that servant. >> It seems more to me like you were taking your anger out on her. If you were so concerned about the mess she made, then you are free to clean it up. You will not be allowed to join my family dinner until you have cleaned it. With that, he dismisses Joffrey with a wave of his hand. The prince tries to protest, tries to find someone to do it for him or to think of something to say. However, Ned will not hear it, and all the servants are instructed to let him work. Finally, when hunger overcomes his pride, Joffrey gets on his knees with a washcloth and begins to clean up the mess. It doesn't stop him from cursing and muttering to himself throughout the process. He speaks especially badly about Ned Stark and his coldness. You know, speaking to yourself will not make things go any faster, my prince. The young Greyjoy steps out from the shadows, smiling and leaning against the wall. He pats his stomach, showing his full belly. We missed you at dinner, especially Lady Sansa. >> You can thank Ned Stark for that. >> It sounds like that was your doing. Some business with a servant girl. I heard your father would never have behaved in such a manner. >> Enough. This punishment is humiliating enough without having you here. Say what you want and get out. >> Fan then you're wasting your time fighting Lord Eddard like this. The Northmen are wolves bound together and loyal to one another. And the Starks are the leaders. No one questions them, and everyone respects them. >> You act as if that is any different than any other lord in the Seven Kingdoms. All of their people fear them. If they don't, they will be punished for it. That is how my grandfather rules, and that is what my father says. >> Except that is where the Starks are different. Oh, yes. I'm sure their bannermen and small folk all know that the Starks have the power to whip them out should they entertain treasonous thoughts. Yet, it isn't fear that guides them. It is love and loyalty. >> Love cannot hold anything together. It doesn't last. >> The North remembers Prince Joffrey. Best you remember it too or not. It is entertaining to watch you do this. With that, the ward disappears back the way he came, smiling to himself. Joffrey watches him go and shakes his head. He questions how that could be and is ready to dismiss it out of hand. And yet he finds himself thinking about it. In the coming weeks, the lessons continue as ever, but with a chillier atmosphere. Words of Joffrey's actions have spread throughout the castle. And now all of the people regard him wearily. It isn't fear, but this trust and anger, as if they were the ones the prince attacked. Even the Stark children avoid him and speak only when necessary. All except Sansa. However, the prince does not pay it much heed. Instead, he watches how the Starks talk to other people. And for the first time, he observes them. Truly observes them to try and understand how they rule. And then he begins to see the differences in their rule. Rob and Jon take the time to speak with the household. Truly speak with them. They chat amicably with the guards after training and thank the servants respectfully for their service. Sansa remains dignified but gracious to everyone. While not as amiable as her brothers, she maintains a level head at all times. Even the youngest Starks befriend the other children in the castle regardless of their standing, but none quite compares to Ned Stark. Joffrey has only ever seen his cold disapproval and stern reps. But when he meets with some of the small folk or his lords, it is as if he is a different man. He is not jovial as Robert, but there is a warmth that Joffrey has never seen before. Meanwhile, his people seem so at ease around him. They speak of their troubles and thank him earnestly for his help. Some stare at him in awe, regarding him almost as though he were a king. When he aids them, they get to their knees, and when he cannot, they still thank him and promise to endure. There is no anger in their words when Ned must refuse them. That is a kind of loyalty Joffrey rarely sees. Even among some of his father's bannermanmen, he does not see them acting like that. Ned smiles when his lords report good news and offers sympathies to small folk when they speak of their troubles. When it is time to head back to his quarters, Joffrey is still thinking about it and can't get the thought out of his head. He is tempted to approach someone and talk about it, but wonders who. He can't bring himself to approach any of the Stark boys. After what happened, they are among the coldest to him. He dares not approach Ned Stark either, so instead he talks to Sansa. >> Has your father ever threatened any of his small folk over his lords? >> No, of course not. Has someone been making claims like that? >> It is nothing like that. It's just that I've been watching him and they seemed so reverent around him. >> My father is just a man who rules them well. I suppose they are just being grateful for that. >> It goes beyond simple gratitude. How does he rule without fear? >> The Starks have always ruled with justice. Or so my mother and father say. My grandfather ruled like that and so did his father beyond and so on. I suppose the people remember that. Joffrey nods and recalls how Robert used to say that there is no one more loyal than a northerner and how when Ned joined his rebellion and all the north rose up in support of him. The prince finds himself asking about that the next day during their lessons. To his surprise, Ned Stark actually indulges him and answers all his questions. Soon they begin to pour out and the Lord of Winterfell answers them all, confusing Joffrey even more as he had thought that he would be furious at him. When it is time to go, Ned looks over at him and seems to sense the uncertainty in the boy. >> Yes, I am still unhappy with what you have done, especially since you have shown so little remorse. However, you are still my charge, and my job is to educate you. I will not shook my duty for my petty grudge." Joffrey was stunned when he heard that, unable to comprehend. If that were his grandfather or his uncle Tyrion, they would have punished him and kept punishing him. If it had been his father, he would have roared at him, but forgotten it by the next hour. Slowly, this begins to plant a seed within the boy as he changes after that. He begins to pay more attention to his lessons, attending them with diligence, and making an effort to understand what is being taught. He asks questions, controls his temper, and holds his tongue. Even when defeated or corrected, Joffrey does not let it get the better of him. Over the weeks, the change grows harder to ignore. He listens intently when Master Luen recites histories, even pressing the old man with questions about the loyalty of the northern houses. He holds his tongue in the hall and thanks servants when they fill his cup. Small things at first, but they do not escape notice. At supper one evening, Arya narrows her eyes across the table. >> Why are you being so polite? What's your game? >> Perhaps I've grown tired of being your enemy. >> Even Ned cannot ignore this and calls his teachers who report similar things. Sir Rodri admits that Joffrey has shown noticeable improvement both in his sword play and his attitude. He doesn't demand respect, but fights for it. Maester Leuen finds improvement in his histories with Joffrey paying more attention to them and even asking some thoughtprovoking questions. But none notice this more than Theon. As they spend more time together, the older boy also shows the prince how to have some fun. He shows him how to care for horses and soon proves why that is important when his mount races ahead of Joffre when they ride outside Winterfell. Though not an experienced rider, he soon learns under Theon, who shows him all the tricks he knows. By the time they return, cheeks raw with wind and eyes bright, the boys are nearly equal in speed. But at the bouts, Theon strings his bow and looses arrows with casual confidence, while Joffrey favors a mirish crossbow gifted to him. The Greyjoy initially mocks him for how long it takes him to reload it, but soon falls silent when Joffrey shoots a straw target's head clean off its shoulders. Theon whistles appreciatively, and for the first time, Joffrey laughs without cruelty. He listens to you. I Well, even a prince needs someone to drag him out for a proper ride. Maybe that's all he ever needed. Someone to talk to and someone who will listen to him. He places a hand on the younger man's shoulder and nods. You've done well, my boy. I'm proud of you. Though Theon tries to hide it, his cheeks color as he flushes with pride. He glances back at Joffrey, who is loading his weapon. Meanwhile, in the capital, far to the south, John Aaron pours over dusty tomes in the Red Keep's library. Stannis Baratheon stands beside him, arms crossed, his expression as cold as the stone walls. They have sensed something wrong for some time now. Since Tommen's birth, they have noticed how different he looks compared to Robert. How different all the Baratheon children appear compared to him. Now, the two pour over texts as they try to figure things out. Black of hair, brown eyes always. Yet the queen's children, every union of Baratheon blood yields the same. But Joffrey, Tommen, Marcela, they are not Roberts. Jon nods grimly, though the weight of the words hangs heavy between them. If true, it is treason of the highest kind, and the realm's very succession lies in peril. Yet this is perhaps their best opportunity to use that. With Joffrey away from the capital, he could be easily taken captive and held hostage. Cersei would not dare challenge them. They hold her son. Yet, little did they know that the same son now grows into a mature young man thanks to Lord Stark. Robert reads the letters his friend sends, surprised to hear the glowing reports about Joffrey. He knows that Ned is not one for flattery, so everything he says is evidently true, and whatever he says describes a boy skilled with a sword and knowledgeable in history, but an even better marksman. Now Ned trusts him with some responsibilities around the castle, such as training the guards, helping oversee the walls of Winterfell and even meeting with some foreign merchants and dignitaries who visit White Harbor. From a stranger, Ned comes to see Joffrey as almost another son to him, similar to Jon Snow, who equally warms up to the prince alongside his brother. It is because of that relationship that when Sansa declares her intention of marrying Joffrey, her father seems open to the idea. Robert finds it a fantastic idea as well. He had long viewed Ned as a brother and this would simply make things official. He writes that he is perfectly happy to such an arrangement. Soon he gathers his small council and tells him the news, letting it sink in. Cersei and Pycel are both ecstatic about it as this will provide them with an enthusiastic stark support. Yet at the same time, Renley, John Aaron, and Stannis are all concerned. If this marriage comes to pass, it will be nearly impossible to dislodge the Lannisters from court. So, as Robert prepares to leave, they decide to strike before it can go any further. >> You, Grace, there is something we must show you at once. >> John, can't this wait? I've had a busy day at court. I'm afraid it cannots. It has to do with this planned marriage you and Lord Stark have. We fear there is more to it than you realize. Robert looks at them confused, but the three men look certain. Inside the hands chambers, they begin to lay out all the evidence they have compiled. the records of Baratheon marriages and children, portraits of prominent Baratheonss, and testimonies attesting to the unusual closeness of Cersei and Jaime. For a moment, Robert is silent, but then his face darkens and he looks ready to flip the entire table over. Are you telling me that you've had evidence of all this and didn't tell me? It wasn't as if we had something truly damning your grace. Acting with this information is risky business, as it will raise the eye of Lord Tywin. Your brother speaks truly, Robert. We had to be certain of what we were doing. Truth be told, I am not entirely satisfied with this evidence. I would have wished to spend more time gathering information. However, with this match, Ned Stark suggests it's forced our hand. Yes, it does. Do you understand how poor it would look for the crown if this were to get out? Or if I were to suddenly cancel, we would lose face, and many would smell weakness. Believe me, brother, I understand the dangers here. But do not let that distract you from the opportunities. Do you truly expect me to see a bright side in all of this? Indeed. The Lannisters have had a strangle hold in court for many years now, but this is a chance to take things back. Have the queen and her brother detained and interrogated. Get the truth out of them, and this gives you an excuse to get rid of their kin here. It also might give you a chance to find a wife more suited to you. Robert pauses, considering this. His youngest brother makes a tempting offer to finally be rid of Cersei with something he had imagined. And at least this time he can do it legally. While a part of him feels bad, it is soon smothered by the fury he feels from this betrayal. He signs off on this plan, and the three lords begin gathering men from Dragonstone, Storm's End, and the Eerie. Soon, nearly 200 swords are mustered, and they storm the Red Keep in the middle of the night. The Lannister guards are surprised by the sudden attack. A few raise their blades to defend the queen and die for it. Others throw down their weapons and surrender. The king's guard is divided with Sir Miran, Preston, and Boros all fighting to defend the queen. They each kill several men at arms and fall back into the maiden vault. However, Sir Barristan rallies Sir Mandan and Aries. The sight of their Lord Commander standing before them is enough to get these three to lay down their weapons. Cersei is seized from her bed, and Jaime puts up a fight. He kills several men before being captured and dragged off in chains. All of this is done with the utmost secrecy. The court is not held for the next few days under the guise of Robert and the queen both being sick. In reality, Jaime and Cersei are dragged into the black cells where they are interrogated. To speed up the process, Melisandre steps forward and offers her assistance. She first takes blood from both of them and places it in the flames. As she watches them crackle, she proclaims that the accusations are true. That is enough for Stannis, but the others need more. They need a confession. The siblings put up more of a fight than expected, and the only thing that breaks them is the threat of being burned alive on Dragonstone. Finally, Cersei breaks and announces that she did indeed cheat on Robert. The idea of having three children with him fills her with revulsion. This is enough for the court to condemn Cersei and Jaime. Both of them are detained and the children are taken into custody. Letters are sent to Ned telling him about this and ordering him to hold Joffrey until they can arrive. When he receives these orders, the Lord of Winterfell can hardly believe it. As he looks out the window, watching as Joffrey trains with Rob from horseback, his mind plays all the memories that have happened over the last 3 years. After hearing everything that Joffrey had done, he silently called him a monster. But his tone had softened as he watched the boy grow into a mature young man. When he watches him, careful to keep on his horse as his mount rears back. He watches his golden hair sway around him, fire in his eyes. He struggles to picture this monster, which Robert and his brothers try to paint in his head. And yet, this confession is damning enough to confirm everything. The queen had indeed committed adultery, and this means that Joffrey cannot inherit the Iron Throne. He will be like the Targaryenss, an outcast and a pariah. But if he does not detain him, then he shall become a symbol of rebellion for enemies of the crown. With a heavy heart, he orders his guards to detain the prince. Joffrey's eyes widen as a squad of Starkmen arrive, swords in hand, and they order him to come with them. Ned explains everything to the boy, whose face turns ashen. He orders that he be placed in comfort and grips his shoulder. >> And did I do something wrong? >> No. You were a victim in all this. I will ensure justice is given, though. You can count on that. >> Will they kill me? >> No. Trust me on this matter. I will not let them harm you. Joffrey looks into Ned's eyes, seeing the intensity with which he stares at him and finally nods. He drops his swords and allows them to lead him away. Meanwhile, Ned gathers his most trusted men and rides south to Mo Kalin where Robert organizes a meeting with him. His friend arrives with his brothers and John Aaron as well as a contingent of their men. Is it done? Yes, he is in my care. Good. Now, hand him over to us and we can bring this unpleasant matter to a close. Hang on a moment, my lords. I understand your eagerness to nip this problem in the bud, but I require certain asurances first before I hand the boy over. Your grace, I need guarantees that he shall not be harmed. All the men look at Ned as if they do not hear correctly. Robert clears his throat. What exactly does his treatment matter to you, Ned? If he is the spawn of incest, his inheritance is lost. There can be no argument on that. I am not arguing, Robert. But that does not mean the boy has to be harmed. Joffrey is innocent of all these crimes. He should not bear the punishment for his parents' mistakes. I wish it were that easy, but Joffrey is still a viable candidate to some people. Even Lord Tywin denies the claims of incest and insists that it is a fabrication made by me and Stannis to secure our place in succession. It is a loose end, and loose ends create problems. Then have Joffrey denounce Tarwin. Have him publicly abdicate his position in succession. Give me time to talk to him. I believe I can. >> No, Lord Stark. If we ask such a thing now, it will look as though we are stealing his inheritance and making him say vows at dagger points. They will not be taken seriously. This is the only way. Of the four, only John Aaron appears hesitant. He purses his lips and looks like he's about to swallow something unpleasant. Ned was about to reach out to him, but Robert stepped forward and shook his head. I do not like the thought of it any more than you, Ned, but it needs to be done, lest we risk another civil war. So all this is based on fears, on whatifs and may. Ask yourself, my lords, have we truly gotten so paranoid that we fear shadows? These are not simple paranoid ramblings, Lord Stark. These are certainties. Things like this have happened before, and they shall happen again. Men who wish to claim the Iron Throne will always think of an excuse to take it. And should those men ever show themselves, I will be glad to fight them with you, your grace. But not this. If you go down this path, Robert, then I will stand against you. Robert roars and sweeps the table, glaring at Ned and threatening to have his friend charged with treason, but his words are laced with pain. His brother's expressions harden as they regard Ned wearily. Jon looks at his old ward with pain in his eyes as Ned rides off. Joffrey sits in the godswood alone on a stone bench. His hands tremble as he stares at the still water of the pool. The werewood's red leaves stir in the wind, their whispers carrying through the ancient trees. For days now, he has eaten little, spoken less. His golden hair hangs lank, his face pale. Theon finds him first. The Greyjoy boy drops under the bench without ceremony, tearing at a hunk of bread he stole from the kitchens. You look ready to throw yourself into the pool. That won't do you much good, unless you mean to drown. It might quiet things down, though. >> You think this is funny? >> No, but you're still alive, aren't you? That means there's something worth fighting for. Your grand in the west thinks you're worth defending. Even the Starks, cold as they are, stand by you. They're loyal to themselves. I suppose this means you're one of them now. That's more than most men get. Before Joffrey can answer, Sansa approaches quietly, her steps hesitant. She sits on his other side, folding her hands in her lap. >> My lord prince, you should not despair. My father says the gods watch closely when men are wronged. If you keep faith, perhaps they will grant you justice. Why do you both stand with me? I am nothing now. A bastard. A mistake. Even if I win, I may never sit on the Iron Thrones. Sansa, you will never be queen. >> I never wanted to be queen. I just wanted my golden prince. I have him right here. >> Seven hells. Listen to a Joff. You're still the son of a king. Even if the whole realm calls you bastard, you don't stop being yourself. Let them choke on their whispers. For the first time in days, a small, grateful smile tugs at Joffrey's lips. It is then that Lord Stark appears, his furs heavy upon his shoulders, his face set in grim resolve. Joffrey rises at once, fearing more bad news, but Ned places a hand on his shoulder. You need not fear, Joffrey. I've spoken with the king and his brothers. They demand your life, but I will not yield you to them. If they want you, they must take you through me. I've already called my banners. Lord Kstark, Serwin, Manderly, and Umber have all responded. Houses Mormont and the others have already sent men. >> You You would go to war for me. >> I go to war for what is right. You are innocent of your parents' sin. That is enough for me. I also know this. You arrived here a British child, but I have seen a man worthy of the crown, worthy of respect. You may not be the king, but you have behaved more like a ruler today than they have. >> Thank you, my lord. I will never forget this. But what will happen to us? >> I do not know. Only that this is the path the gods set before us. Rather than march south, Ned focuses on fortifying mode Kalin. He knows Robert will need to be the one who storms the north to reach Joffrey. So long as Ned holds the neck, that will not happen. The only problem is the sea. The Red Wine fleet strikes first, sails blotting out the horizon as they descend upon the western coast of the north. They disgorge a few thousand men upon the stony shore, burning villages and raising banners in the name of the Iron Throne. It is meant to be a show of loyalty from the Reach, and the Tyrell's whisper of Marjgery as queen to replace the disgraced Cersei. Because of that, Lord Redwin and his men scour the west coast, aiming to capture Torrren Square, Bare Island in Deepwood, Mont. The initial invasion goes well. The North's defenders are scattered and the Red Winds push inland, pillaging as they go. They might actually capture the whole western coast and secure a foothold in the larger invasion. But when they press deeper, horn sound from the sea. From the rear, crimson sails cut the waves. The Lannister fleet strikes, harrying the Redwinds and burning their ships. Tywin Lannister himself declares for his grandson, sending word that the lions of the rock will not abandon their blood. The small redwing flintillaa is either sunk or forced to into a hasty retreat with Lord Paxter barely able to scramble onto his flagship while hundreds of his men are captured. It is a start, but that was just the first blow. While Lord Wyman works to build a fleet, Stannis is preparing to use the Royal Fleet to capture White Harbor. At Winterfell, maps scatter the Great Hall table as Rob and Joffrey study them side by side. The Red Wines still have the numbers. Even with Lannister ships, they can resupply through the Reach. They have 200 ships loyal to Tywin 60. >> No. The Lannisters can't move an army with a northern fleet alone. And Walder Frey won't give us passage. And their fleet isn't strong enough to face the Reach on its own. >> To secure our lines of communication. We need a fleet. He pauses, his eyes narrowing. >> There is one person I know with a fleet that size. My father. Balon. Greyjoy will never side with us. He hates the North. He hates the Starks. Then I'll make him listen. >> Within the fortnight, Joffrey and Jon sail west, waves pounding against the hull as they approach the jagged cliffs of Pike. In Balon Greyjoyy's hall, the lord sits brooding upon his driftwood chair, his crown of seaweed resting upon his brow. Joffrey presents his terms. Control of any ships he captures, freedom of to loop the reach and dorne, and greater autonomy from the Iron Throne, provided their side wins. In response, he spits at their plea. You dare come crawling to me. The Starks burned my home, killed my sons, and you are not allies. You are carrying. What do you have to back up your claims? Where is your strength? Joffrey's face darkens as he spits right at the old man's feet. Theon gasps, but then grins as he sees it. Jon tenses and fingers his sword. If you do not aid us, Lord Balon, that makes you my father's enemy. And I think you know what he does to his enemies. >> He gestures and a singer steps forward with the loot. His fingers pluck a mournful tune. The first notes of a song well known to every lord of Westeros. The reigns of Castamir fill the hall. Theon's eyes widen, silence spreads, and even Balon leans forward in his seat. The song of Lannister triumph played here in the halls of the Ironborn. >> Stand with us, Lord Balon. Fill your castle with the riches of the west. Oppose us and all this castle will enjoy is that song. >> When Joffrey departs, he has the iron fleet in tow along with all the reavers of the Iron Islands. But more importantly, he has the fleet that can move troops and supplies to and from the Westerlands. It also allows them to contest Redwinds control of the fleet. Unfortunately, not much can be done on the eastern coast where Stannis sails unchallenged. The Manderly long ships and galleys he's built can protect White Harbor and raid their supply lines, but they cannot risk an open battle. Elsewhere, the rest of the realm takes sides. Admir is quick to declare neutrality, citing his sister being the lady of Winterfell. He will not hinder Robert's passage, but he will not send soldiers. Though initially furious, the king understands the young lord's pain of not wanting to fight those dear to him. All he demands are supplies, but allows the riverlords to remain out of the war. The Reach and Stormlands fully declare for Robert, each to prove their loyalty to the king. Surprisingly, Dorne also follows as they at last see a chance to exact revenge on Castly Rock. Their only condition is to be given the heads of Tywin and Sir Gregor and to be allowed to sack the Westerlands. Robert is all too happy to agree. The Veil is less eager to fight. Jon might serve his hand of the king, but Ned Stark was his ward as well, and he sends as few men as he can to fight. At the Golden Tooth, Tywin Lannister digs deep in the mountain passes. His banners ripple crimson above the fortress, and his men hold strong against every probe from Robert's vanguard. Baratheon fury crashes against stone and steel. But Tywin Lannister refuses to yield. He watches each assault with grim calculation, determining odds, analyzing numbers, and trying to figure out the best strategy for victory. The Golden Tooth becomes the shield of the West, and Robert curses each passing day as his advance stalls. Yet, in the end, it does not actually matter. The Royalists only commit some 10,000 men there. A sizable force, but more meant to prevent Tywin from trying to cross into the Riverlands or send aid rather than actually to invade. The true invasion comes south, where the battle lines twist and writhe across the fields of the Reach. Mace Tyrell and Kevin Lannister marshall their hosts against an army swollen by Dornish spears. For once, the Sun and Spear march along the Golden Rose as they clash with Kevin and nearly 25,000 men in an effort to push past the Mander into the Westerlands. burning villages and raiding supply lines with vengeful precision. Kevin is forced to split his strength, trying to protect Tywin's rear. Even as Tyrell hosts press forward, the front blurs into chaos. Cavalry skirmishes by day, villages burn by night. But while Mace has his Dornish raiders, Kevin unleashes his own monsters. Sir Emory, Sir Gregor, and the brave companions launch their own rides and kind, paying back the reach and Dornish for whatever suffering they caused the West. To the north, the Baratheon brothers tighten their grip. Renley and Robert lay siege to Moalin, rams pounding against its gates while trebuchets hurl stones at ancient towers. But though a ruin, the ancient castle is more challenging than any siege Robert has ever conducted. It dominates the entire battlefield, allowing the garrison to rain down arrows upon his army each time they advance. The ruins form a natural killing field, so each assault results in heavy losses. The causeway runs red with blood as wave after wave of attackers are funneled into this narrow chokeold. And when they simply bombard the citadel, the crownmen strike. They emerge from the swamps, firing poisoned arrows that hamper their advance even further. Men are ambushed for straying too far from camp or murdered in their sleep. Siege weapons are destroyed in the dead of night, and supplies are burned or fouled. For every man they lose, the Baratheonss promise more, confident that sheer weight will break the neck. They have nearly endless resources. And with their ships, the royalists can easily funnel supplies and maesters to treat men. Inside the castle, Ned watches this, observing the battle from the drunkard towers. Meanwhile, Stannis commands the sea. His fleet prowels the eastern coast of the north. Black sails blotting out the horizon. The Manderly ships dart from White Harbor, harrying his lines. But they cannot risk open battle against the master of ships. Instead, Stannis hurls soldiers ashore in a sudden landing, striking villages up and down the White Knife, torching graineries before sliding back to sea. But this hold is temporary as Manderly knights ride out to drive them back. While Stannis cannot secure a permanent landing, they keep the Northmen on their toes. White Harbor itself trembles as the siege titans, Manderly GS slipping up river only under cover of fog. Amid this grinding war, Joffrey, Rob, and Theon see the truth. The North cannot win by simply holding. To fight only on their soil is to lose slowly, inch by inch. While they understand Ned's reasoning and why they must outlast Robert, the Crown's endless resources make that difficult. They must add additional pressure on them. The Iron Fleet offers another path. From Pike, the long ships spread like a black tide. Theon's Reavers raid far along the coast, striking with speed before vanishing into the waves. Joffrey and Robert sail at their side aboard heavier Lannister galleys which anchor the fleet in open battle. The campaign begins from fair ales before making southward to the reach where they begin an island hopping campaign. Taking every desolate rock they can get their hands on. While the red winds might see some more of these places is beneath their attention to the smaller lowdrafted long ships, they can be used as shelters to regroup and strike out further. Ironborn bring Lannister masons who turn them into staging grounds for larger assaults. When the Reachmen do try to strike, the Ironborn pull back and allow Lannister gs to strike them from behind. Meanwhile, these galleys hug the coast and lure out enemy ships while long ships sail on the open sea and emerge undetected. The shields fall next. Long ships run around at dawn. Ironborn swarming over the dunes with war cries echoing. Reachmen scouts in the area retreat in disarray, unable to contest the sudden strike. By week's end, the banners of Greyjoy and Stark alike fly from the shields. During these attacks, Theon takes the lead alongside Joffrey. Many people are surprised to see the boy prince fighting alongside them. The prince refuses to yield. He knows this war is being fought on his behalf, and he cannot bring himself to abandon the people who are dying for him. With the king by their side, the Northmen, Ironborn, and Westerman morale grows. Then, emboldened, they press further toward the arbor itself. Theon leads the landing party on a small fishing village, striding across the kneedeep water and surrounded by reavers. They rush the settlement before they can close their gates and capture it. Soon they disappear into the forest and strike out seemingly at random while their long ships sail across the coast. Paxster Redwin is forced to retreat, dragging most of his fleet home to defend its seat. Those that remain in the mainland are hardressed to intercept all the strikes. With the sea lanes broken open, Joffrey orders landing upon the mainland itself. Men spill ashore along the reach's undefended stretches, harassing farms and storehouses. They are joined by small contingents of Northmen and Westermen condemned by Rob and Jon. Though they cannot capture major castles, their job is not to capture territory, but to harass the Reach and force Mace to tie down more soldiers. And as word spreads of arbor vineyards burning and shield aisles falling, lords across the realm whisper the same question. Have these boys gotten the better of more seasoned commanders? But then Stannis lands at dawn. His ships glide like shadows across the western bank of the White Knife. A thousand men disembark in a hurry, not to raid more towns, but to strike deep and end the war. They strike north at once, dodging manderly patrols, slipping between villages, leaving no smoke or trail. Their orders are clear. Reach Mo Kalin at all speeds and threaten their northern flank. When word reaches the fortress, Ned's bannerman rage in despair. The chokeold of the neck has been broken and the great fortress, though stout, is surrounded. While moat Kalin is easy enough to defend from the south, the north is a different story. >> You are our hope, my lord. If you die here, the north dies with you. I cannot leave you, man. >> You can and you must. The garrison is lost, but we can buy you some time to escape. Use that to protect Winterfell. Get your family out of there and defend it as you should. It is not your place to die here. With a heavy heart, Ned rides north with a panicked guard, leaving Mo Kalin to its fate. Within days, the Baratheonss pour through the neck. The garrison fights hard, killing five times their number before they are overwhelmed. But at last, the castle falls, and Robert's host surges into the north. But the Northmen do not bend. Small folk torch their fields and scatter their herds, denying the invaders food. Lords lead lightning fast raids, striking camps at night, slitting throats before vanishing into their trees. For every league Robert gains, he pays in blood and hunger. It slows them down just enough for news to reach Joffrey on the aisles. The western men urge him to flee south to shelter in Castley Rock with his grand. >> The north is lost. Best to live and wait for another day. >> Joffrey thinks of it, escaping to Castle Rock, which remains untouched in the fighting. But he then thinks of Ned Stark, shivering in the snow and standing in Winterfell as he prepares for battle, for a battle because of him. >> Tell my father I will not retreat. I will not flee to the man who fights for my claim and abandon the man who fought for me. And so he turns north again, refusing the rock safety. Rob sails at his side. Jon silent and steady. Theon grinning like a wolf with a sword in his hand. Together they rally who they can. Northmen, Ironborn, and even a few Westlanders who refuse to abandon him. You know, if your father sees you, you're a dead man. >> That'll be dead either way. But I will not leave Lord Eddard to his fate. Or any of you. >> I know. Thank you. Perhaps we misjudged you. By the time the Iron Fleet lands its small force of 6,000, Winterfell lies threatened. Robert's vast host looming at its gates. Yet the Baratheon army is battered, starved, wearied, and harried, its strength frays. But even then, they still outnumber Ned. But as they ride to their home, Joffrey and Rob think of a plan that can win them the day. The younger Stark proves to have a mind for warfare. But even he recognizes that this situation is desperate. He racks his brain, trying to think of a solution. But though the plan they come up with is stupid and desperate, it is all they have. Soon a raven flies. Dark wings move unnoticed in the night, letting it reach Ned. When it reaches him, the message is short and simple. Sorted out, and we can strike them together. Ned hesitates, but in the end, he trusts. With 5,000 men, he can hold off against Robert's army behind Winterfell's walls. But outside, that is near suicide. But he does so. Against 30,000 they roar the stark war cry and hurl themselves at the foe. The battle rages, a storm of steel and fire. Northmen fight like men possessed, spears and axes cutting into Baratheon ranks. They attempt to open the gaps in their enemy lines, battering them again and again in three charges, but to no avail. The gaps they do make are soon repaired, and Renley rides up and down the lines, rallying their men and pushing them forward. As they advance in three columns of three directions, slowly hemming the Starks into a small section outside Winterfell. Robert orders that Ned be taken alive, despite anything, he doesn't want his friend to die. Instead, Ned will be captured and locked in Winterfell until this rebellion is done. It takes Robert's attention, just as Rob wants. Joffrey leads a strike force with Dion and Stark riders, plunging into Robert's camps, slashing tents, setting fire to wagons. Smoke rises as their charge hurls straight toward the king's banner. Jon and Rob break off and strike at the enemy rear, hoping to disrupt them and give Ned a chance to rally. Theon takes his reavers to pillage and add to the chaos while Joffrey rushes to the king's pavilion. Joffrey reaches him. Robert, huge and wrathful in his black armor, meets the charge like a hammer. Their weapons crash. the clang ringing over the den. Joffrey fights with every lesson Winterfell ever taught him. He cuts, strikes, and parries. Robert is mildly impressed to see Joffrey lasting more than expected, but it is futile as Robert has decades of experience, and one hammer blow sends him crashing onto the ground. Joffrey falls to his knees, his sword clattering away. He looks up at the king, chest heaving. >> If my death will end this war, then strike me down. But know this, I will not let you harm my father. >> The word slips out. Father, he means Ned. Robert freezes. His Warhammer hangs heavy in his grip. He stares down and sees not the cruel boy who once tormented cats, nor the spoiled prince who mocked his northern hosts. He sees a young man, bloodied and proud, who would die for someone else, someone he regarded as a father, someone Robert saw as a brother. Memories flood him. Lyanna's face, Ned Stark's steady hand, the sun he failed to raise. Slowly, Robert lowers his hammer. >> Seven hells, boy. What have they made of you? >> What you wanted me to be made into? What you entrusted Ned Stark to do? Does he deserve to die for it? >> No. He orders the army to halt and pull back, bringing the war to an end. At first, his commanders are furious. Stannis and Renley both shout for justice and demand the boy's death and remind him of the lives lost. >> That was my mistake and not his price to pay, but I can make it right by ending it here. A hush falls over the battlefield. The Baratheon host parts and Ned comes riding through, his face pale with shock. He dismounts, rushing to Joffrey's side. The boy staggers to his feet, leaning on Ned's arm. For the first time in his life, Joffrey bows his head to his father, and Robert, though king, feels the weight of all his failures. After the war, which became known as Ned's rebellion, there was much anger and resentment. Robert has a difficult task to try and mend these divides. Amends are made, blood prices are paid to those who have fallen, and talks are held with the rebel lords. Ned is simply happy to put an end to this suffering, but his relationship with Robert has been damaged and takes months to heal. This is helped by his acceptance of Joffrey back into his court. Though not officially his heir, he begins to treat the boy as something resembling a son. For the first time, he sees Joffrey not as a nuisance, but as a boy he would like to know. Soon enough, a solution presents itself as Robert names Joffrey his heir, but refuses to allow Tywin any more influence. something both Joffrey and Ned agree to. Though the lord of Castile Rock rages, the entire realm stands against him and he can do nothing more as the boy slowly turns into a king under the guidance of the wolf. That's our theory. Westeros is a land filled with exciting stories and possibilities, and we love exploring them. If you want to accompany us on this journey across the Seven Kingdoms and beyond, then please like, share, and subscribe to our channel.