AN: So, you know, I'm a sucker for happy endings and considering GRRM is not likely to give us one, I decided to write one myself. This is wildly AU, with a few actually dead characters living and other things being different as well. Just try it, okay?


It was dark, but very hot in the city of Lys. The hour of the wolf, people would have called it in Westeros, but this was one of the free cities. Hardly anybody even spoke the common tongue here.

Robb Stark sighed. He had been here for three month now, always careful not to draw any attention to himself. Before Lys, there had been Pentos, and before that the year he spend in Westeros, always on the run, recovering from the grave injuries he had gotten at the Twins. The Red Wedding they called it now, he had heard. The first few months after it he did not remember. According to Dacey and Smalljon, he had been unconcious through most of it. They had found him after Grey Wind had saved him. When he had woken properly for the first time, he had heard that Sansa had disappeared as well, accused of having killed the king. He was not a stupid man, he knew that meant she was most likely just as dead as Arya. He had nothing left. Nothing worth fighting for. His father was dead, just as his siblings, he had seen his mother and his pregnant wife being killed, his kingdom lost. The look in Jeyne's eyes when she died still haunted Robb's dreams every night, just as the sight of his dead mother did. If it had not been for Dacey and Smalljon, he would have probably given up. But his two trusted guards had not given up. They had gotten him here, safe and alive, and every day he looked into their eyes and saw the faith they still had in him, saw them still believing. Sometimes it was just to much.

Robb looked into the sky. He did that often, studying the stars as if they held the answers to his questions. They seemed different from the stars at home, even though he could not describe what made him think that. Maybe it was just the wish to go home.

"Missing your love, boy?" A voice asked from behind. The man had spoken in the tongue of Lys, but with a slight accent that indicated he was actually a Westerosi. Robb saw Dacey and Smalljon tense and reach for their weapons, but he shook his head almost the slightest bit.

"Missing home." He answered in the common tongue. He understood Lyseni quite well, but he could not speak it.

"Me too." The man answered with a small laugh, also in the common tongue. His hair was very bright, almost white, Robb noted, and his eyes had a violet shimmer.

"Where is you home?" Robb asked.

"Far away, just as yours." The man answered. He was roughly the age his father would have been now, Robb noticed.

"Do you plan on going back?" He asked.

"I don't know. I have nothing waiting for me, and I'm not sure if it's worth it. What about you?" The stranger said.

"Same." Robb answered with and unhappy chuckle.

The stranger smiled, and something about this smile was weirdly familiar. Robb could not place it, he didn't know what it was, but something in this smile made him instinctively want to trust the man.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Me? That's a good question. I once was a knight, but then I ran. I was a son, but my father went mad. I was a husband, but then I fell in love and married a second woman, the lady of my heart. I was a father, but my children were murdered. I was many things, but I can't tell you what I am now."

There was something, at the edge of Robbs mind, that seemed strange. A fleeting thought, an idea. The man stared at Robb, and the he smiled this familiar smile again.

"But looking at you, I think you have quite a story as well. A direwolf in Lys, two guards for a man dressed like a lowly merchants son... that just doesn't seem fitting." The man sighed. "Do you think revenge is worth it? Do you think picking up a sword, taking back what's yours and kill everybody who ever harmed you or your family is worth it?"

"I don't know." Robb said, then took a deep breath. He liked this man. "Is rising from the death worth it?"

"I don't know." The stranger answered and confirmed Robb's suspicion.

"Robb Stark." He introduced himself, seeing Dacey and Smalljon flinch.

"Rhaegar Targaryen." The dragon prince said while shaking Robb's hand.


AN: So, that's the prologue. What do you think? Should I go on?