Tyrion too had gained somewhat of a dislike for the Starks, though not to the extent of Cersei, the dwarf instead limited himself to slight distaste as oppose to outright hatred and mistrust.
…
As for Tytan, well he had also gained a certain dislike of Ned Stark over the issue, unlike the other two though he held no ill will to the Stark family.
The young Prince being surprisingly noble when he said that people should not be judged for the sins of their fathers.
Then again Tytan was always full of little nuggets of wisdom like that, far more than was normal for someone of his age.
Then again he was apparently 'Blessed by the Gods', so maybe it wasn't that strange.
"Well anyway." Tyrion spoke up as he downed the last of his wine. "I'm going to get myself a girl. I heard in the town that there is a really beauty here.
A girl called Ros, apparently she is beautiful enough to put some of the finest courtesans in King's Landing to shame."
Jamie let out a slight chuckle at that, his elbow resting on the table with his head in his hand as he gave his brother an amused look.
"Well if you're looking for an audience with her you'll have to wait until she is done with Tytan, though considering how tightly she was clinging onto him I very much doubt you'll ever get a chance."
Tyrion let out an exasperated sigh at that. "I thought he was supposed to be acting like a proper Prince now."
"You're only saying that because you don't like the competition." Jamie replied in amusement, a slight grin spreading across his face at the put out look on his younger brother's face.
"Well it's not exactly a fair competition. I mean you're comparing the unwanted dwarf son of Tywin Lannister with the handsome Crown Prince who by the way happens to have magic powers… I wonder who all the women will choose."
Tyrion complained only half serious, because as much as he and his nephew liked to argue he was actually fond of the man.
He was far better than that sack of shit Joffrey. On top of which the boy had never once said a deliberately cruel thing about Tyrion's disabilities, even when he was a kid he chose to value people on the merit and nothing else.
It was an admirable trait that Tyrion very much respected.
"Welcome to life, it's unfair isn't it." Jamie replied dryly.
"You know I'm supposed to be the cynical one, not you." Tyrion replied in amusement. "Though you should probably hurry the young Prince up, after all the King's procession is only a league or so away."
"Which give us what, about an hour or so by the time they make it through the town?" Jamie replied with a cocked eyebrow, knowing well enough just how slow the procession was.
After all it had taken them three months to do a journey which followed a single road from King's Landing to Winterfell, a journey which would likely have taken a troop of horsemen less than a month.
"True." Tyrion replied with a shrug. "Well anyway I'm going to get myself a whore, what about you, are you going to avail yourself of their company."
Jamie gave Tyrion a dull look at that, not rising to the bait.
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Winterfell Courtyard:-
As the sound of clip clopping hooves on stone drew closer Robb Stark, the eldest child of Eddard Stark and the heir of Winterfell, leaned forwards a look of anticipation on his face as he ignored his two sisters whispered conversation and instead waited for the King to arrive.
A few moments later the first of the royal procession arrived through the gates of Winterfell.
The first ones into the courtyard were a half dozen mounted flagbearers, all of the armoured men were holding large banners that held either the sigil of a prancing Stag with a crown around its neck, the symbol of the first Baratheon King.
That or they displayed the sigil of House Lannisters, a symbol of a roaring lion on a crimson background.
Following behind the flagbearers were two members of the Kingsguard, an elite group of the finest warriors in the Seven Kingdoms, all seven of whom had sworn their lives to protect the king and the royal family.
After the men in golden plate armour there came a boy slightly younger than Robb with shoulder length blonde hair, slightly pointed features and emerald green eyes.
Unlike the other members of the procession so far though this boy was not wearing armour but instead was wearing high quality clothing that reflected the colours of House Lannister with a deep red jerkin and breeches with gold lions on it and a fine crimson cloak with a black fur trim around his shoulders.
Robb frowned as he saw this boy, at first thinking that this was the legendary Crown Prince he had heard so much about.
He was not quite what he was expecting, but the blonde ponce on the horse was far less impressive than the stories he had heard.
Further down the line of Stark children Robb could see his younger sister's face instantly light up as she stared at the golden haired prince.
Looking back at the boy, Robb scowled slightly as he saw the smug smirk on his face as he looked over at Robb's sister.
In that instant Robb decided he didn't give a damn about how blessed the Prince was, he decided right here and now that he didn't like him.
Following behind the blonde prince was another armoured man, this one being a colossal man wearing dark coloured plate armour with a helmet that had been crafted in the shape of a snarling dog, a huge great sword strapped to his back.
Following behind this man was then the royal carriage, a big lumbering thing with ornate gold decorations showing the Lannister lion and the Baratheon stag, and following behind that was the king himself, Robert Baratheon.
The instant Robb saw the man a surge of disappointment rose up in him, this was the King of the Seven Kingdom.
The man didn't look anything like the stories his father use to tell him of a warrior king, one who gathered a rebellion and defeated the tyrannical Mad King and ended the Targaryen dynasty.
The man that Robb saw was nothing like that. In fact he looked more like a fat drunkard than he did a warrior king.