"Do you, Kaede Dragonborn of House Blackfyre, vow to love and protect Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen for the rest of your days," the priest said with a smile.

I looked at my Daenerys. Her eyes smiled at me with a love I never knew possible for someone like myself. Her face was bright with joy and her lips stretched with a smile.

I knew I would never let harm come her way. Nor could I ever stop loving her. I had tried and failed many times.

"I do," I said instantly. There was no need to hesitate. This was what I wanted for ever. Even if that meant I was queen as well, which I didn't like the thought of.

The priest asked Daenerys the same question and she shone with love. Her violet eyes gazed into my own deeply. I felt she saw into my soul.

"I do," she said. The guests applauded at her words but it was muted. I had all of my senses on my wife. Mine.

"I pronounce your bond solidified through marriage before the old gods and the new. Queen Daenerys Targaryen and Queen Kaede Blackfyre, you may seal your vows with a kiss."

Our lips met with the passion of one thousand suns. The completeness I felt could not be rivaled by anything in exist. I had the only person I ever truly fell in love with as my wife. As mine forever.

I pitied all of the fools who thought to try and take her from me. I would sit their hands upon pikes. So that I could gaze at the folly of mankind.

Our marriage seemed to take the people by surprise. Two women with the blood of the dragon being wed. If I was not the one getting married I would have been shocked as well.

I was satisfied that none seemed outwardly enraged. When we walked the streets of Kings Landing, there were no words against us. Only a few odd looks.

The most outrageous responses were due to my former bastardness. Though they were few and far between.

I just saw it as jealousy. They could never take my place and so they coveted. A sad life for a person, I must say.

Dany and I got even closer if possible while dealing with the hate. I insisted upon training her and being trained myself by the Dothraki and Unsullied in swordsmanship.

We also summoned Bravosi water dancers to us to teach us their ways. A queen could never be too prepared for battle. We let them punish us like they would a normal person if we messed up. It was humbling for us both.

I enjoyed Daenerys' new strength at night. My fingers would run over her now toned body in awe. I thought she couldn't get anymore irresistible to me. I was very wrong.

Our love life only grew stronger and I felt that things were too good to be true. The Seven Kingdoms seemed to love us. Their were no whispers of rebellions and the royal cophers were overflowing due to Tyrion's sure hand.

It turned out that I was correct. There will always be one who can't except his place.

Sometimes it takes severing a little finger or even a head to show them.

My throne is gold but my hands are cold.

I thought gold was a great idea for a second throne but I was wrong.

It seems that gold doesn't like to be room temperature. It is stubborn like the woman beside me.

I call it the Cold Throne. If Dany's gets a name then mine does too.

The name changed soon enough though.

We decided a few months after our wedding that in order to break the wheel, so to speak, another throne should be added. That it would decrease the value of the iron throne.

Also, I was tired of sitting on the steps, a queen should have a throne. As cold as it may or may not be.

"There is a rumor of an uprising, your majesties. Lord Bealish of the Vale is said to be most certainly outraged at the idea of having two queens. He covets your place, your grace," the man said. He spoke fast and twitched like he couldn't control his movement. He also resembled a rat but that is neither here nor there.

"I guess the addition of this cold dread I sit upon meant nothing," I snarked. Dany gave me side long look and smiled.

"It is quite dreadful. Who wants a solid gold throne? How vain," she said. Her grimace gave away her sarcasm. "At least mine is more modest. Iron is a common metal."

We argued for a few moments about which metal was better as the ratman stared at us incredulously. His wrinkled face becoming even more grotesque.

"I apologize, rat-, sir. Tell us how many he has gathered to dethrone us so to speak," Daenerys said. I snickered at her slip up and nodded my head fiercely. Letting her know I was thinking the same thing. She fought to keep a blank face.

"He has gathered all of the cadet houses of the Vale, your grace. He also has the Tullys and a few of their allies. In all I estimate an army of over 10,000."

The color drained from my face. I looked at Daenerys and I saw the same. I needed Tyrion but he was out experiencing the wonders of Bravos. This was unbelievable.

"Thank you, sir, for your informative visit. But you must go. Do not tell anyone of your visit here," Dany ordered. The man nodded fiercely and practically ran from the room in fear. She turned to me with a serious face. "We must move quickly and procure allies."

I nodded gravely. This was going to be a real war. They had to be put down and taught a lesson. No one tries to take away my queen's throne.

Nor my cold dread.