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The court had gathered on each side of the throne room, all eyes turned as the doors opened, and the monarchs proceeded inside. They were all dressed in the red and black of the Targaryens, a united front, they marched slowly down the hall. Their faces were stony as they reached the Iron Throne, Jon taking a seat, as his wives stood to each side of him. Layla knew it had pained Daenerys to allow this arrangement, but they had both agreed the lords would not accept it any other way.
Each crown was slightly different. Jon's was made of black iron, surrounded by spikes with a single red ruby. Daenerys wore the crown gifted to her by warlocks of Qarth, golden and molded into a three-headed dragon. Layla's was a silver circlet, encrusted with small red jewels.
This is my second crown, she reminded herself, her mind going back to the crown she kept in her room, hidden away from prying eyes. Some may be suspicious of her hoarding a remnant of her previous marriage. But it was the only gift Robb had ever given her, beside the son that stood watching his mother proclaimed queen. He doesn't understand what this means, she thought, he doesn't know this means we will have to be separated.
Her heart almost broke at the thought, but she steeled herself. She was a queen, and queens did not cry.
Daring to cast a glance beside her, she allowed herself a small smile. There sat her husband, looking every inch the king. This may be a burden he did not want, but he wore it so well.