Winterfell.
The king's party had gathered once more. More than two hundred people packed their belongings, preparing to set out on the journey back to King's Landing.
Ned Stark, Duke of the North, was just as busy.
After hearing Garon's analysis, he had decided to head south and help his good friend stabilize the situation in King's Landing.
And on Garon's advice, Ned had decided to take two hundred guards from Winterfell with him.
"Once we reach King's Landing, these two hundred men, working with the Gold Cloaks, should be able to stabilize the situation!"
Ned walked through the corridor, intending to visit Bran one last time before he left.
Ever since Garon had left Winterfell, the king had flown into a furious rage, but still hadn't found Quick-Legs Joel's accomplices.
After questioning everyone, they had learned only that Joel had sailed from Pentos to Greenstone aboard a merchant ship.
By chance, he had been knighted by Earl Estermont of Greenstone.
But Joel hadn't chosen to swear fealty to Earl Estermont. Instead, he had gone to Storm's End, where he later met a group of sworn knights. That was how he had managed to join the king's party heading north.
That was where the trail went cold.
No one knew who had ordered Joel to act.
And no one suspected that Joffrey had given the order. After all, who would suspect a child?
Because of this, Robert had asked Maester Luwin to write a letter to Renly, in which he cursed him out thoroughly.
But Ned had a nagging feeling that Jaime was still involved somehow.
He had no proof, though, and for the moment, there was nothing he could do about Jaime.
Ned reached Bran's bedchamber and silently walked inside.
Rickon, Arya, Sansa, and Robb were all in the