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What if Littlefinger DIDN’T Betray Ned Stark

What if Littlefinger DIDN’T Betray Ned Stark? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video. The Gold Cloaks rush forward, rushing past Ned’s men and towards the Lannister men-at-arms circling the king and queen-regent. The guardsmen can only blink in surprise, and many are run through before they can react. The Kingsguard act a bit better, rushing down the steps with swords in hand. They hack through the gold cloaks, each one killing several of these men. The Hound is equally ferocious, sweeping his sword in a wide arc. But one person hesitates, Ser Barristan, who keeps his sword drawn, but looks frozen in place. Ned has his guardsmen surround him, but none attack. Ned: Ser Barristan, you’ve read the king’s words and you’ve seen what the queen-regent intends. You should make your decision now for who you serve before any more men die. He grips his sword tightly, looking at the slaughter around him, and spots Ser Mandon escorting Joffrey and Cersei away. He cuts his way through the gold cloaks and hurries towards the side door. Taking a deep breath, Ser Barristan springs after them. He blocks their path. Ser Barristan: Not a step farther, your grace. End this now! Ser Mandon readies his sword, his eyes oddly flat despite being under his helm. It unnerves even the old knight, who is startled when he suddenly roars to life. Ser Barristan parries an overhead swing and sweeps it aside. The Valeman continues to press him, sweeping his sword again and again, aiming to overwhelm the legendary warrior. Yet, while the initial attack takes him off guard, Ser Barristan does not yield, and he continues to parry each strike, fighting carefully and avoiding underestimating the knight. He beats his strikes back and fights carefully, searching for an opening. It soon comes when Ser Mandon overextends his strike. Ser Barristan takes this chance and shoves his sword arm up, pushing it aside. He then drives his blade through his armpit. The Valeman gasps and clutches his arm, sword clattering to the ground. Barristan Selmy does not give him a chance to recover and drives his sword through his visor. Joffrey screams, but Ser Barristan quickly seizes hold of him and the queen. Barristan: That is enough! Stop this slaughter immediately. Despite his age, his voice carries across the room and ends the fighting in an instant. Though he doesn’t hold his sword against them, the determination is clear in his eyes and is enough to make the fighters hesitate. Soon, the Hound, Ser Meryn, Ser Preston, and all remaining Lannister soldiers drop their weapons, letting the Gold Cloaks lead them away. From the end of the hall, Ned gives a quick nod of approval. Ser Bairrstan dips his head and personally escorts the queen and her son to their tower cell. Meanwhile, Littlefinger smiles and approaches Ned Stark. Littlefinger: It seems your plan was a success, Lord Stark. Commander Janos knows that the boy might sit the Iron Throne, but it is I who provides his pay. Speaking of which, I think it’s important that we discuss my payment. Ned: Sighs. Yes of course, nothing in this place is ever free, is it, Lord Baelish? Very well, what is the damage? Littlefinger: Chuckles. You’re starting to learn, Lord Stark. Well, I think one thing is clear, and that is this place is no longer safe for your family. Even if you wish to remain, it is best to send them away. But perhaps not to the same place. It seems like your daughter has become quite fond of the South. Bringing her to Winterfell now might seem like a punishment to her. I suggest sending her to the Eyrie. Ned: The Eyrie? Littlefinger: Indeed. She can still experience the courtly life she has come to enjoy. There are singers and tourneys aplenty there, and they are no friends of the Lannisters. Instead, she will be watched by her aunt and grand-uncle. Ned: I see. And so is your seat, if I remember correctly. And why is it that you want her there, Littlefinger? Littlefinger: It seems I have taught you too well, Lord Stark. Yes. I would like to propose a marriage pact between Sansa Stark and Robert Arryn. Ned: Sansa isn’t a prize to be bartered off. Littlefinger: I am helping you. She was promised to a king, the same one you just deposed. Giving her a highborn like Lord Arryn might remove some of the sting, especially since he is gentle and kind. And yes, I confess that organizing such a marriage will help my standing in the Vale. But it is also an investment. Tywin Lannister will not accept this coup lying down. If it comes to war, you shall have the Vale by your side. Ned Stark pauses. It is already too late to consider ifs. War has already come, and the Riverlands are burning. The Vale could prove critical in securing the throne. Ned: Pauses. Very well, I will send her there with her Septa and some guards. But make no mistake, I will want to get her opinion of this marriage before I agree to any pact. #gameofthrones #gameofthroneswhatif #whatif #nedstark #littlefinger