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VII: Baelor
Stood by the large Godswood tree, Daenerys felt the icy chill on her skin as she met Robb in front of the tree and a hundred people who watched with disgust or uncomfort. Daenerys had too much to focus on the past twenty four hours but right now, as she stared at Robb, she could care less. Her hands entwined in his as they said their vows. She stared into his eyes as a way of escaping the audience's stares.
Over the past twenty four hours it had become clear to Daenerys, Lord Eddard married her and Robb so she would have some power to the North. Was he planning a uprising? A war? She could not figure that out just yet. All she knew was that she was the heir to the throne, the true Queen. She wondered if Robb knew, if Catelyn knew or if everyone knew. She wandered into Brans room to see him the night Eddard left whilst Catelyn slept. But Catelyn was there, still awake and looking as deprived as a starving man.
"What do you want?" Catelyn stared at her, her voice had even changed too.
"I've come to see my brother…" Daenerys sat beside him and stared at the tiny boys white face. He was so sweet. She was lucky enough to hold him as a bundle of joy. The little Brandon of Winterfell. Now he lays half dead in his own bed whilst his mother wept beside him. It was harder than she thought, she stood up to leave but Catelyn stopped her. "Stay."
"Pardon?"
"Stay." Catelyn hissed. Sitting, Daenerys looked at her and frowned.
"You look… tired, My Lady. Sleep and I will care for him. I promise." Daenerys placed her hand on Brans gently and looked down at the boy. But Catelyn stayed.
"You were… a baby when you came here. I hated you. I hate you. Why Ned? Why did she you bring her here? He then said, honour is why I brought her here. It was clear you weren't his when you began to grown silver locks and had those stunning eyes." Catelyn looked at the fire, "Those eyes… Daenerys Targaryen. I knew it was you and I confronted Ned. He told me what happened and said, before I die she must know."
"Know what?" Daenerys had asked.
"Your birth right. Its ridiculous that a Targaryen lives here, as our own. King Robert hit Ned, told him that he would no longer be welcomed unless he killed you. Ned didn't and Robert gave in, obviously otherwise he wouldn't have came here. Ned pushed every little finger out for you. He risked his life, family and honour for you. All because of a promise." Catelyn shook her head. "Leave."
Now, Daenerys stood in front of her husband hoping he knew her. He really knew her. She didn't want to lie to him he was the only friend she had. The applause rose as they kissed and walked away from the Godswood with their party.
"You look upset?" Robb whispered to her.
"No… I'm happy." She looked at him with a smile.
"This is the happiest I've been, you know?" Robb told her as they entered the Great Hall and sat in their seats. "Why so?" Daenerys asked him.
"Because I'm with you." Robb said. He meant it, that look in his eyes. She only saw it when he saw his family… it was love. And it hurt her more than anything because she loved him back. But lies built up everyday and if he knew what she was he would hate her.
"Before, I was so scared of you. You looked… terrifying. And now I look at you and I couldn't think of anything better to look at." She admitted. He reached for her hand and held it in his as he stared ahead at the mass of people who turned up to celebrate. For the first time, words meant nothing.
"In celebration of the marriage of Lord Robb Stark and Lady Kathryn Stark we present to our honourable newly weds, gifts and love." A fat man shouted from the corner as others clapped and made a path for the gift bearers to walk down. The greatest gift I could get would be every Lannisters head on a spike, thought Daenerys as she watched the men walk down the aisle.
"To Lord Robb Stark, House of Stark and Warden of the North a gift from House Karstark. A valyrian steel sword crafted in honour of your wedding." A skinny boy presented a long, large grey blanket to Robb who took it and place it on the table before standing. Sliding the sword from the blanket it shone in the candle light. The blade was beautiful and the handle was crafted with the words 'Winter is Coming'. The end was a figure head of a snarling direwolf in silver. "I shall name it, Snow." People clapped but Robb just looked at Daenerys as she thought about the pup that never saw a year.
"To Lady Kathryn Stark, House of Stark a gift from House Mormont." The room went quiet, "A chest of three dragon eggs petrified by the years gone by." The speaker was a hooded man who faced Daenerys as he put the large chest on the table before her. Some gasped, others whispered. But Daenerys stood up and opened the chest revealing three beautiful eggs. The size of a human head, one green, one black and one creamy. With scales on them, they were as stiff and as cold as a rock.
"I thank you-" She began as she ran her fingers over the eggs.
"Do not thank me, My Lady." The hooded man made away with himself leaving her with the eggs. Staring at them she felt like her family were here. It was like her siblings and father were in the eggs. A family she never knew and never will. Suddenly Theon slammed the lid of the chest down, narrowly missing her fingers. He stared at her coldly before putting the chest away.
"Robb. Robb!" Daenerys whispered to him, "Make sure Theon puts them away safely. Don't let him do anything!" Robb calmed her looked at a guard.
"Take the chest to Lady Kathryn's room." Robb told him. Theon stopped and looked at Robb then at Daenerys before shoving the chest into the arms of the guard and sitting at the end of the table. His eyes burned into Daenerys still.
The noise continued as Robb was given cloaks, furs, a stallion, a golden cross bow and many others things whilst Daenerys was given dresses, hoods, furs, shoes and jewellery. Robb got a diamond encrusted ring from the Lannisters but tossed it away with dismissal. However, Daenerys was presented a golden short sword by them, staring at it she saved it from the flames. "I shall keep this for the Imp." She told Robb. The Imp sat at Castle Black to 'see the wall'. He would be back soon and when he returned, she would be waiting.
The best gift she received was a white horse, beautiful and stunning it stood so well and made no fuss about the noise. The most shameful 'gift' were three hand maidens from Theon, each one he had fucked. That was clear by the way they giggled at him. The night carried itself away with goblets of wine, warm meats, crispy potatoes and honey drizzled vegetables which ended with a multiple sweet cakes of delicious chocolate smothered in hot, steaming custard and tarts and pies of all types of fruits.
"Dance with me." Robb looked at her, he had held her hand all night. She looked at him and nodded before standing with him allowing him to lead her into the crowd. They all parted for them as Robb took her into his arms and put a hand on her waist and another over her hand before dancing to the music. She tried to follow his steps and clumsily stepped on his feet a few times but he just smiled.
"Say something." She said as others joined them.
"Like what?" Robb asked.
"Anything to make this less awkward then it is." Daenerys moved into his arms as he held her close and swayed with her.
"You're nervous?" The bedding ceremony was due and she couldn't bare the thought of it. This boy was her 'brother' since she was a baby and now she was due to sleep with him. It was enough to love him but to be in his bed naked made her feel uncomfortable and scared. "Yes." She whispered as she held onto him.
"Then we will wait." He stroked her hair gently, "We will wait."
"I can't ask you to do that, Robb." She was taken back.
"You're not asking me, I'm telling you." He kissed her head and said, "At least I'll have someone to hold." She smiled and closed her eyes as the violins and flutes rand through her head and the room filled with laughter and joy. Eddard being gone, Sansa and Arya being gone, Bran in a sleep and her being under threat, the dread was all gone. She was smiling and it wasn't for any other reason but that she was with Robb. For tonight, she didn't care.
Laying in bed with Robb wasn't awkward at all. It was comforting. Laying there with him, her hand on his chest and her head beside his. She was so close to him that she felt his heart beat. The crackling fire was the only sound that filled the room as they stared at the ceiling. "I love you, Daenerys."
"I love you too Robb." She said as she glanced over at her eggs, surrounded by candles and sat by the fireplace. She loved them too.
