Eddard "Ned" Stark

Ned was already stripping down his mud-caked armour and setting it down over a chair. He had come back from hunting and had made many good kills, one including a doe. Rabbits were one thing but hunting and killing a doe was another thing entirely. Robert Baratheon would eat well this evening, thanks to his Hand, Ned Stark. Ned had travelled out to the outskirts of King's Landing to find the King's supper and had brought along his closest friend, Ser Jory. They had both managed to secure a good bag of meat for his Grace and most of the King's aides and close friends. All in all a good haul.

He pulled off his boots and undergarments, until he was completely naked. He had gotten a servant to draw him a bath, as he needed it badly. He wasn't as young as he used to be and the cold winters had gotten into his bones through though the years. Even though he was a Stark, the cold still claimed many lives through the bitter winters.