Lord Stark leaves

You are brought back from your satisfaction as you realise your Father has begun to slow down in his monologuing. Your cock falls from your sisters grasp and you feel her stuffing your slowly softening penis back into your breeches.

"Ignore me, Jon. This is all simply old age's worries and insecurities." Some movement beneath the table as you stand up from the chair you've been sat in. Your Father approaches you from the other side of the table. His face more earnest than you've ever seen it before. "But know this, son. Winter is coming and family is all. Hard times are ahead, and I need you to swear to me that you will stand alongside Rob in protecting our family. No matter what happens, the North must stand strong, and for the North to be held, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. You, Robb, Theon, and Bran, when he's old enough, are the swords and shields of the North. The rallying point for our people. Whatever happens. Stay strong, protect and provide for the family. Whatever is needed."

He turns and begins to talk off, before stopping a few short feet away.

He looks back over his shoulder at you, appraisingly.

"We have more to discuss, Jon. But I need you to be aware. King Robert is as a brother to me. The two of us have shared more than many. Robert is a friend, but he is married to a Lannister. Trust nothing and no one but our own. Always."

With one last look and a slight nod. Your Father gives you a bracing smile and walks from the room.