Westeros and Werebears.

I will not lie here; I am a huge fan of Saitama-like characters that are so ridiculously overpowered it's not even funny. Thus, during my World of Darkness hyperfixation phase, I developed an overpowered race, the Gurahl, or the werebears.

A werebear, or Gurahl in my lore, is a being created by the First One, an ADHD shitposter of an outer god that broke the rule of thumb of divine creation and made the most overpowered race of shapeshifters to ever exist in all dimensions. If you are curious about what the rule of thumb of divine creation is, first you have to understand that in my lore, gods cannot create things that are more powerful than them, because it requires more juice than they have.

Gods can create things as powerful as them, but they usually do not do it, so in the off chance their creations strive to usurp them, they will be easier to deal with; that's the rule of thumb. The First One took one look at that and said, "Fuck it," and made the werebears as close as possible to him in power, like, if the First One is a 10 in power, werebears are a 9.9999.

Werebears, unlike werewolves, do not have any weakness to silver; in fact, the only thing that can kill a werebear is the First One calling them back, and usually they have to call him first. Werebears are also unstoppable in battle, especially when they turn into their war form, a twenty-foot-tall bear with scythe-like claws and fangs like curved daggers strong enough to crush steel and stone and so tough that anything short of a dragon-killing scorpion bounces off them, and even then, when they get hurt, their healing is so fast that whatever wound is inflicted on them heals without a scar before the blood reaches the ground.

Werebears are also masters of all magic, especially healing and elemental magic and, above all, necromancy. The first one made werewolf magic as idiot-proof and user-friendly as possible, making it disgustingly easy for any of his creations to wield and making it consequence-free. A single werewolf can, in one single hand gesture, raise every single cadaver on the planet, doing what took the Night King hundreds, if not thousands, of years to accomplish.

The biggest gift of the werebars is actually true resurrection, the power to bring the dead back to life in full, like they have never died to begin with. All they have to do is to kill something; it does not need to match the size, weight, or species of what they want to resurrect. As long as it is alive and can be killed, it counts, so they kill the sacrifice, then spit on whatever they want to bring back to life, and boom, resurrection, and the resurrected are back in full, no matter how decomposed they were before. They don't even need the full body to do it; the resurrected in question could have been a puddle of bodily fluids and would still come back from the dead in perfect health.

However, if the resurrected person was embalmed, they will be shitting themselves near death for a couple of days as the body will be expelling whatever was used to embalm them, and the more and stronger the embalming substances are, the worse it is. Werewolves would have conquered the world by now if it weren't for the fact they don't give a single shit about almost anything, save for their families, naps, and their food; those are sacred. If you mess with any of the three or, God forbid, all of them. You are in for a gruesome death.

Werebearhood is also not a curse that can be passed on; it is a gift you are born with. Werebears are also not only humans who turn into bears but also bears who turn into humans, although the werebears born from bears rarely feel the need to shapeshift into their human forms.

Also, werebars are freakishly tall, and I mean really, really tall and thick as a castle wall.

Anyway, now that I got the lore of my ridiculously overpowered shapeshifting race, I ask you.

Let's say there's one werebear in Westeros, the twin brother of Jon Snow who was brought back to Winterfell by Ned Stark and raised as his bastard just like Jon Snow; let's call him Stone Snow.

Nobody besides Ned knows that Stone is a werebear... until Joffrey happens. They don't even make it to King's Landing; during the stop they make at the Riverlands, Joffrey tries to pick on Arya, gets his ass handed to him not by Nymeria but by Stone himself, and then demands Stone's head.

Before you ask, the reason Ned brought Stone with him to King's Landing was solely because Ned knew Stone was a werewolf and loyal to death to his family and because Stone is also a 7'11" walking castle tower of muscle and Sansa and Arya's favorite half brother.

In fact, Arya loves to ride on Ston's shoulder and pretend she's a giant.

Back to the story, after Joffrey demands his head, Stone simply says if the femaboy prince (I remember in a book passage that Jon says Joffrey looks like a girl) wants his head, then he can have it and proceeds to rip it off his own head and throw it at Joffrey, who proceeds to piss himself when the disembodied head says, "Boo!" at him.

Then, the head turns to ash, and a new one grows back from the stump of Stone's neck from there on.

From there on it is the canon events unfolding, but this time the Starks have a guardian bear on their side.

Now, I know it's long, but if you made it to the end, please answer the question. After Stone's existence and powers come to light and the news spreads, which house would be the first one to jump at the chance of adding all that power to their bloodline and try to tie Stone to them via marriage?

I can personally see Tywin, the "legacy-obsessed man." Lannister giving some considerations;