A/(whatever, I don't even know anymore): I know it's been a while... sorry. This WILL be finished, I promise.

Robb II

After a long debate with both his mother and betrothed, Robb got the chance to enjoy an afternoon all alone with Daenerys. His mother called it folly, Daenerys feared for her very life – it was Robb's father, who had reasoned them.

Robb did not know exactly what he had told his mother, but it seemed to have worked as she agreed the next morrow. Daenerys was way more delicate to convince, it would seem. After the 'market incidence', a phrase invented by no other but Arya, Dany, as she'd lately allowed him to call her, had been frightened. She did not eat for four days and did not leave her chamber for another four. Strangely, after her knights had left she showed no more signs of frightening or fear.

Well, until he made the suggestion of leaving Winterfell. She had panicked and asked him whether he'd like to see her dead before wed. Of course, he did not want that. In fact, he longed to show her something of himself, hoping that she would maybe let him see some of her, too.

The Daenerys he'd gotten to know in five moon's turns was far from the Daenerys she was, he knew. Even Arya and his mother had seen more of the true Daenerys than he had. After all, he was the one betrothed to her. It seemed fair for him to know something about her.

His father had put an end to all the horror visions of murder and assassins in the woods by a simple suggestion: Dying Daenerys' hair. Truly, the white colored hair was the most recognizable part of the Targaryens, except for their eyes. But from afar, people would judge by the hair coloring, not by the eyes.

So, she wore it dyed today. Red, so it would seem she was his sister. He did not see much of it, though, it was all hidden beneath her cape.

Robb was nervous. He'd thought about things he wanted to tell her while they rode to the place he'd like to show her, but right now, he just could not find any words. It was embarrassing. As a young lad, Robb had boasted about how he would once get every lady he'd want. His cousin had laughed at that. Jon himself intended to go to the Wall. He did not care for women, or so he claimed.

"The oath is not to take a wife, nor to father any children", Jon said. "I won't do it before nor after my watch begins."

"Ha!" Theon Greyjoy had laughed. They'd once fostered him at Winterfell, but when Daenerys approached they'd sent him back to the Iron Isles. Theon was not a likely person and they feared he would not be nice to Daenerys, neither, never mind who she was. "Once you meet a nice wildling woman, you're so getting laid."

"I'm not", Jon had insisted. "I don't think there's an honor in this."

Poor Jon. For five years his sister and him had been called bastards, because Robb's very own father was too jealous to just reveal that Ashara had taken his brother's hand for marriage. Before his uncle died, Robb's mother had been promised to him. Most likely, Robb's father would be married to Ashara Dayne today If things had been different.

But If Robert would've been victorious at the Trident, Robb would've most likely not been betrothed to the most beautiful girl in the world. Mayhaps Dany would not even live... He'd better not think about this as much. It was simply depressing.

"Is it still far?", Daenerys suddenly asked pulling him from his thoughts. He shook his head.

"Not very. Why? Does the cold bother you?"

She blushed, and it was a pretty blush. Probably even frank. "Don't mock me, Robb Stark. My family is the blood of the dragon. We're never cold."

"Turn left at the next tree", he instructed, ignoring her mockery. He was not sure about her...

"You know, I've never seen snow before I came North", she told him. Apparently, she did not like this embarrassing silence as much. "I've only left King's Landing once before, when I went to Dragonstone... and that's the place I was born at, so..." She titled her head.

"I never left Winterfell for longer than an afternoon", Robb admitted.

"You never went South?" He shook his head. "It's beautiful! We should go there once. Mayhaps I could introduce you to one of my brothers then. Dragonstone is gorgeous and the market in King's Landing... I mean no offense, but it's thrice as big as your Northern market is. There are merchants from the free cities as well as Sunspear's merchants and some of the Riverlands. They come from all over the realm to this market... I could show you the Targaryen dragons in the Throne room. When I was younger my Septa had me learn their names..."

Robb chuckled a bitter chuckle. Dany stopped and furrowed her brows. "What?"

"I don't mean to stop you there, your Grace", he said using the title to make her feel less stupid, "But I honestly doubt that a Stark would be welcome at neither of your brother's homes."

"Oh."

They turned left at the next tree getting ever closer to the falls. Robb smiled at the thought of showing the falls to her. Surely, If she loved the snow, she'd love these even more.

"We can go visit Princess Visenya then. She's down at Sunspear in Dorne... Your father played no part in the butchery of my niece, nephew and good-sister as far as I'm concerned?"

"He would never..."

"We'll go to Sunspear then. I've never been there myself, but 'Senya... uh, the Princess told me it's a lovely place and the food is absolutely amazing", Dany decided.

"I'm not sure whether us Starks are allowed to travel South at all. The last time some of us did..." They both averted their gaze. The thoughts about what had happened where overwhelming for both. None of them had been alive when Robert's Rebellion took place. Robb had been born at the end of the war, to be fair. His mother had named him Robb for Robert Baratheon, he knew that. Probably, Dany had been wise enough to figure this out, too. She had lost both parents when the war was over, a good-sister, who could've taken the place of her mother, a niece and a nephew. Although she'd been born half a year after the war ended, it left scars and wounds for her to live with.

Might be, even more than it did for Robb.

"Excuse my folly. I shouldn't have..."

"It's not a problem. The both of us played no part in this war." Her voice was full of all the emotions dwelling inside her little body. He shouldn't haven woken those.

Tears stirred in her beautiful violet eyes. It broke Robb's heart. "Excuse me, milady, it was foolish of me to say such words..."

"Stop excusing yourself, Robb Stark! What's said is said!"

He blinked his eyes, confused by her outburst. She hold her tears. They were visible at the edge of her lids, but she did not cry them. It was amazing, yet scary in some way, too.

"Turn right now", he instructed as their path crossed another one. Daenerys did as she was told.

"Meraxes, Balerion and Maekar."

"What's this, my Princess?"

"Those are some of the names the Targaryen dragons had", Dany explained. She turned towards him. Her eyes were tear-free by now. "If I had a dragon, it would probably be a female one. I'd call her Rhaegaelle."

"After both your mother and brother, I assume", Robb asked, glad that she'd picked up their miserable talking attempts once more. He really was not good at this. Probably Jon would once do better with those wildling girls, Theon had foreseen. But those would not be orphaned princesses, neither.

"Quite so." She turned towards him and gave him the tiny hint of a smile. "My brother told me, that I could've been an Alysanne. If Rhaegar would've died at the Trident, but my father would've not, I would've been named Alysanne."

"It's a beautiful name." After he'd said it, he immediately regretted it, fearing she might think he thought her name not as beautiful. "I do love Daenerys as well."

She chuckled. "Love? You should be careful how to use your words, Robb."

He blushed. "I did not mean like... or I did? I mean, I did not... but surely...", he stuttered, uncertain of what she meant to hear of him.

His words stopped spilling as she put a hand on his shoulder, her touch the sweetest thing he had ever known. Her fingers not cold to the touch, warm even. He could feel them through the heavy fur cloak resting on his shoulders.

"You do not have to be nervous. We're betrothed. I won't run away. Just... be yourself. I'd prefer that to all the boys, who tried to hold my hand or catch me for a dance at court." She rolled her beautiful eyes, but he did not care. Only for a brief moment, she'd touched him. It was the heaven's for him. Suddenly, he realized at which part of the woods they were right now.

"We'll dismount here", he told her. "The rest of the road is better taken by foot."

Unlike the old knight, who'd failed to help his princess when they first approached Winterfell, Robb was fast enough to help her dismount.

At least, that one task he did not fail.