Send him to the Wall.

"Send him north for his crimes." Joffrey decrees. "Perhaps spending the rest of your life freezing, fighting barbarians will teach you to mess with my family."

"A more merciful punishment than he deserves, my son." Cersei whispers, her voice full of false emotion as she stroked her son's cheek. "I'm sure you will be a beloved King."

Ned remained silent as he was walked, naked, by Lannister men, out of the young King's tent. After a few dozen paces, he was stopped and turned, to speak with the recently widowed Queen.

"I want you to remember," Cersei began. "Every time you cower in fear from a wildling patrol, everytime the frost chills your bones, that you could have ruled this country at my side."

As always, Ned remained impassive.

"Take him away." Cersei commanded. With a forceful shove, Ned began his journey, away from the south, the Kingsroad, and his daughters.

-

Months Later...

Now clad in the black furs of a Night's Watch Ranger, Ned felt something stir deep within him as the Wildling Ygritte took to the snowy ground on her hands and knees, bridging the gap between him and his "Brother".

Crouching above her, the former Lord of Winterfell reached out and spread the lass' pale arsecheeks, boldly entering her tight hole with his throbbing cock.

The flame-haired girl whined appreciatively as the older man went deeper and deeper into her back passage, all the while deftly using one of her hands to stroke and pleasure Jon Snow's cock, beating is fleshy rod down onto her freckled face.

As Ned gripped Ygritte's hips and began to fuck her, it once again occurred to him that perhaps sending him to the Wall hadn't been the terrible punishment Cersei had envisioned.

He had a purpose, a chance to spend more time with his bastard son, and well, at least one of the Wildlings had proven to be more hospitable than expected...