"Dracarys."

Elaena eyed Visemon with great intensity, wondering if her purplish scaled dragon was finally going to be able to breathe fire to start roasting his meat. Elaena had brought both roasted and raw meat; if it worked, they could start roasting their own food. If not, there was no problem, because they had plenty of time to start learning how to properly do it. Rhaegon eyed his brother with curious eyes and pushed him aside, directing his purple orbs towards the raw meat. The silvery scaled dragon opened his mouth and breathed out, a small amount of smoke mixed with fire coming out of him. Elaena laughed and clapped at her child, and then continued watching Visemon as he attempted to breathe fire once more. Rhaegon ate the small piece of meat that he had roasted and approached the Targaryen girl, obviously begging her to place him on her lap. And so she did, of course.

"Come on, Visemon. I know you can do it." Elaena murmured, never once glancing away from the purplish scaled reptile. "Dracarys." The small creature glared at the piece of meat and opened his mouth, exhaling. Nothing but air came out, though. Elaena smiled, nevertheless. Her children could never disappoint her, no matter what. Visemon, on the other hand, did not seem quite pleased about the fact that Rhaegon had been able to roast his meat and he hadn't. He growled in frustration and tried once again, this time the rage in him helping Visemon to finally breathe a small amount of fire mixed with smoke. Elaena clapped and placed Rhaegon on the bed, picking Visemon up from the floor to offer him some maternal affection. "I told you could do it. Well done, my sweet!"

Robb Stark hadn't seen Elaena Targaryen coming out of her chambers for three days now. The Lord of Winterfell was beginning to truly worry about his soon-to-be wife. Viserys Targaryen was her older brother, but a mere stranger to her. Daenerys and Elaena were much more close, not only because they were twins, but also because they exchanged letters for many, many years. They knew each other, of course. Viserys had never showed any sort of interest in getting to know his other sister, but still, Elaena seemed quite surprised and wounded by his death. Once, a long time ago, Elaena believed in the possibility of meeting her siblings. Now, she didn't have faith in anything, not anymore.

Elaena sat on the floor and watched her two little dragons devouring the roasted meat. Rhaegon and Visemon were still very young, and they couldn't eat too large amounts of meat. Therefore, Elaena pulled both of them away, but they both hissed threateningly at her. At first, Elaena was taken aback by that, but then she assumed a defensive and authoritarian position. If she showed them any fear, they would never show her respect again. "You dare not do this to me again, Rhaegon, Visemon. I am your mother, and you will respect me." Surprisingly, her words seemed to have an effect on them, because both lowered their heads and approached her with caution. Rhaegon jumped on her lap and leaned his head against her abdomen, while Visemon almost begged for her attention and affection. Elaena was not going to give in just yet, since they needed to learn how to respect at least their own mother. Carefully, Elaena picked Rhaegon up from her lap and placed him down on the floor, rising when she heard a heavy knock on the door. The Targaryen girl glared at her dragons severely once more before making a move to open the door. She smiled weakly. "Robb."

"Elaena."

They eyed each other for short seconds before Robb pulled her into his arms and hugged her close to him. He almost seemed desperate to feel her touch again, to kiss her lips again, and so he did. His hand grasped her silvery-blonde hair and his lips took over hers. Elaena moaned into the kiss, her legs beginning to tremble with the growing excitement. That was when they broke apart, because she realized they were still standing right in front of her children. "I love you." Robb said, almost out of breath. Elaena smiled genuinely, leaning her head against his chest.

"I love you too, Robb."

"I have been so worried about you." Robb confessed, still not letting her go. His arms were wrapped around her body, while she leaned against him. Elaena closed the door and tried to take a step back, but Robb wouldn't tear himself away from her. "I tried to give you your space to mourn your brother, but I could not take it any longer. I wanted to see you. I had to see you."

"It is fine, Robb." Elaena answered, closing her eyes when she leaned her head against his fair chest. Just his smell was enough to make her feel better again. If she ever lost Robb, she would definitely lose her mind. She truly loved him, Elaena knew it. "I have never met Viserys. A part of me was hopeful that, maybe someday, he would be able to take over the Iron Throne, and I could finally meet him, my king, my brother. But that was never going to happen, was it, Robb? I only have Daenerys now, but nothing is certain, and maybe, hopefully not, one day, I will be the last surviving Targaryen. My entire family will have died, turned to ashes, and I will be the only one left, the only one who can make a change. I cannot let our line die, I cannot allow us to become just memories in people's minds."

"What are you saying?" Robb questioned her, his icy blue eyes analyzing her expression with caution.

"Nothing certain... yet." Elaena responded, stealing a glance towards her dragons, who observed her with mere admiration.

"You would make a good queen." Robb said then, causing her to arch an eyebrow and smile at her future husband. "You would be respected. The people would cherish you, they would love you. You are kind, but fair. You are strong, but delicate. And you are intelligent, and beautiful, and the Seven Kingdoms would be lucky to have you as their queen, but you have to make do with the fact that you are only the Lady of Winterfell."

"I was not raised to be a queen, Robb." Elaena mumbled, glancing down at their entwined hands. "I was raised to be a lady, your lady, the lady of Winterfell. That is more than enough, that is what I want." Robb grinned genuinely and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Princes and princesses, those are raised to rule. Some ladies, very few, are raised to be queens, if they are set to marry the next king. But I was a princess who was only raised to be a lady. I know nothing about ruling the Seven Kingdoms."

"You are still a princess, the princess of the Seven Kingdoms."

"I was." Elaena nodded to him, a grim look in her violet eyes. "I no longer hold that status."

"You will always hold that status. Your father was Aerys II Targaryen, your mother was Rhaella Targaryen. Your blood will always be royal, no matter who rules the Seven Kingdoms." Robb declared, his hands squeezing hers with tenderness. She laced her fingers with his and glanced up at him with loving, purple eyes. Robb was everything she ever wanted. The Iron Throne was secondary, and she hadn't yet thought about taking hold of it, like Daenerys had referred in the letter. The children of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell had all been murdered in cold blood, which meant that Elaena was the rightful heir. If she died, Daenerys would be the next in line, and she had no doubt that her sister would be more than willing to take it from the Usurpers. Secretly, there were plenty of Houses that would still bow to the dragons, and if Elaena ever decided to take the Iron Throne from the Lannisters, she would have a large army of supporters right behind her and Robb.

"If I were to be queen, you would be my king." Elaena murmured in his ear, causing him to shiver. "I am yours, and you are mine."

"Now and always."

Elaena grinned while her violet eyes were glued to Robb's lips. Before they could share another passionate kiss, there was a soft knock on the door, causing them both to roll their eyes. The Targaryen girl made a move to open the door, and her irritated expression immediately turned into a sympathetic one when she noticed that it was Maester Luwin. Her dragons had grown used to the presence of the old man, who usually visited her chambers to study the two little creatures, so they weren't even alarmed when they saw him standing by the door of their Mother's chambers. "My lord, my lady." The old Maester greeted them, bowing lightly. He held a letter in both hands, which caused Elaena's heart to throb faster. The silvery-haired beauty grasped Robb's hand with obvious trepidation as she thought about what news that letter brought to them. "This letter arrived early in the morning, from King's Landing."

"This cannot be true. Lord Stark wouldn't do such a thing, not without a very good reason."

"Treason? Sansa wrote this?"

"It is your sister's hand, but the Queen's words." Maester Luwin responded, accepting the letter in his hands so he could read it to himself once more. "You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new King."

"Joffrey puts my father in chains and now he wants his ass kissed?"

Robb Stark was furious, to say the least. He was not going to bend his knee to a boy who captured his father. What had happened for certain he didn't know, but he was not going to give in that easily. "This is a royal command, my lord. If you should refuse to obey-"

"I won't refuse." Robb interrupted the old man, his face serious and determined. "His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing, but not alone." Elaena knew where this was all leading to, and she was scared of what would come out of this whole situation. Robb was making this decision to protect his family and to show others that no one could threaten the wolf, but she feared that he would end up hurting himself in the process of protecting his loved ones. She would always stand by his side, and if they were to die somehow, they would die together. "Call the banners."

"All of them, my lord?"

"They have all sworn to defend my father, have they not?"

"They have."

"Now we see what their words are worth."

Maester Luwin nodded and bowed, a small smile plastered on his aged lips. Robb was no longer a boy playing the Game of Thrones, and he was making the right decision. If it was war that they wanted, it was war that they would get. The Maester left the room and Robb took a seat next to Elaena, his hand searching for hers. She leaned her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath, caressing his skin with rather delicacy. They were no longer children playing with their swords in the courtyard, they were adults now, and they needed to do whatever it took to protect their family and household.

"Are you afraid?" Theon questioned Robb, a smirk gracing his lips. The Greyjoy ward was obviously proud of his friend's decision. Through thick and thin, he would remain by Robb's and Elaena's side.

Robb's free hand was shaking, which clearly showed his fear. "I must be."

"Good."

"Why is that good?"

"It means you're not stupid."

"Theon is right, as odd as that may seem, but you did the right thing." Elaena countered, her hand squeezing his with great tenderness. Robb was scared, as anyone would be, and Elaena knew that, whenever it happened, she needed to be his safe haven, she needed to be strong for him when he couldn't do it, as he would be for her it it were the other way around. "You know that I, we will stand by your side no matter what happens. Now and always."

"Now and always." Robb murmured, his eyes fixated on hers.

"They will get what they deserve." Theon commented, offering Elaena and Robb a very audacious glare after he ruined the small moment between them. "They put a spear through your father's leg and now they have him rotting in a bloody dungeon."

"They will pay." Elaena agreed, rising up from her seat. "We will make them pay, with fire and blood."

"And with ice, and iron."

"Must I really attend to this meeting?"

"I know it is not the most pleasant thing, but you must come, since you are my lady and we are to be married very soon." Robb said to Elaena as he watched the Targaryen beauty going about her closet in search of a decent dress to wear. Robb couldn't tear his eyes away from her, because Elaena wasn't wearing any clothes. "It would be a bit rude of you if you did not make an appearance. They are our bannermen. They have sworn to protect my father, to fight for our house."

Elaena groaned in exasperation. "Gods, I know that."

"Then what is it?"

Elaena didn't respond to his question, instead she pulled out a white dress from her closet and eyed it with great care. "This one?" Robb jumped up from her bed and hugged her naked body from behind, his left hand grasping her hip while the other one trailed down below, until it reached the inside of her thighs. Her cheeks turned bright red and she sighed internally, wishing that they could lay in bed and ravage each other for eternity. Since that morning when Theon had caught them in the middle of the act that they hadn't done absolutely anything to one another, and she was starting to miss it a lot. Elaena could also tell that Robb missed it as well, because he was rubbing his hardness against her, which caused her to moan lightly. "Robb, please..."

"Please, what?" He mumbled in her ear, his cold breath against her hot skin. His hand began massaging her intimacy, and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy it, letting the white dress fall on the floor of her bedroom. They had promised each other that they wouldn't make love until they were officially married, but that didn't mean that they couldn't please each other in other ways.

"Why must you tease me like this?" Elaena drawled out, barely getting a hold of herself. "You know that I cannot resist you." Suddenly, she whirled around with a dangerous smirk plastered on her pink lips and pushed him against her bed, causing him to sit down. She got on her knees and her hands crawled up his legs, until they reached his hardness. Her violet eyes never left his icy blue ones, that is, until he closed them when he felt Elaena caressing and rubbing him with perilously slow movements. To do something like that in her chambers would have been unthinkable because Rhaegon and Visemon were always there, but Maester Luwin had asked her to take them to his bedroom so he could spend some time with those small and interesting creatures to examine them with great care. Elaena didn't mind it one bit because she trusted Luwin and she knew that he would be good to them. Elaena pulled Robb's pants down to reveal his massive erection, and she smiled when she noticed how frustrated he truly was. Actually, he was suffering even more from their abstention than she was, she had realized. "Oh, Robb..."

"Please, Elaena, stop..." Robb managed to finally breathe out, opening his eyes to send her a pained glare.

"Oh, now you are saying that." Elaena laughed, wanting to lay him on her bed. She took a deep breath and tried to remain in control of her own actions, but it was difficult, since all that Robb could do was to send her pleading, begging looks. Oh, how he wanted her. "When you were torturing me, it did not occur to you that I could do you the same thing, or worse." Elaena started fiddling with the straps of his leather shirt, until that piece of clothing was completely off his toned body. She pulled down his pants and threw them away from them, proceeding to sit on top of him, one leg for each side of his body. Robb did nothing but watch her with greedy, admiring eyes. He wasn't even going to stop her, because he wanted her so badly, he couldn't even think straight anymore. With her right hand, she directed the tip of his arousal and led it completely inside her, causing Robb to gasp loudly. Elaena began to make slow but torturing movements, causing him to groan in pure pleasure. With his lips pressed to her neck and her hands pressed against his chest, Robb gripped her hips to help her with the movements, causing him to thrust into her deeper and deeper. Elaena bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning, but the wet kisses that Robb insisted on leaving on her collarbone and breasts were driving her mad. It seemed to her that they would never be able to get enough of each other, Robb would always need to be near her, he would always need to be inside her, and Elaena would always need him as well, no matter what happened. Their connection was unbreakable, no other woman could ever replace Elaena, and the same could be said about Robb. Her nails marked his back with considerable strength, which led him to release a very loud and feral growl. Robb loved it when she took over control, and she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too. Both had forgotten about their promises about not making love until they were married, but it didn't seem to matter anymore, because they would be married very soon.

Robb lied back in her bed and, with both his hands, he helped her with the movements, both releasing soft moans of pleasure as she began picking up the speed. Robb noticed that she was beginning to feel tired, but he wasn't over yet, so they changed positions and Robb placed himself on top of Elaena. Her hands traveled down his back, until they reached his bottom, and Elaena squeezed it tightly while he entered her once again.

It only felt like minutes to them, but one hour and a half passed by until Robb released himself inside of her, his body finally stilling beside hers. They were both satisfied, for the moment. She smiled happily and placed her head on his chest, paying attention to his racing heart. Of all the times they had made love, which there hadn't been that many, Robb had always released his seed inside of her, and Elaena was beginning to worry about that. Perhaps she should have a conversation with Maester Luwin about the moon tea. Having to discuss that subject with the old man didn't please her that much, but if it was really necessary, she would do it. "We promised we wouldn't do it again." Elaena murmured in his ear, causing him to laugh, which gave her the chills. She enjoyed that sound so much, she found it hard to imagine how she would ever be able to live without it. "I am serious, Robb."

"It is not my fault."

"Oh, so it's mine?"

"You are the one who likes to walk around the bedroom completely and utterly naked."

"Aye, because the temperature in the castle is higher, and so is my body's. You have always known that. Outside I am always cold, but inside..." Elaena trailed off, noticing the teasing look in his blue eyes. "Oh, stop it!" She wanted to laugh, but she remained serious nevertheless.

Robb's expression changed into a troubled one as soon as he remembered what they should be doing: getting ready for the feast with their bannermen. "We will be at war soon." Elaena's violet eyes analyzed his icy blue orbs, and she found fear and apprehension in them. "These will be the last moments we have, before I go-"

"Before we go." Elaena corrected him, her tone demanding and stern. "Before we go into war, because I am going with you. I will never leave your side."

"It's safer for you in Winterfell, Ella." Robb responded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to him.

"No, Robb, don't you even dare!" Elaena exclaimed, ripping away from him to sit on the bed. She was clearly mad at Robb for making such a decision. "I won't stay behind. I won't let you go to war without me. I told you I would remain by your side and I intend to keep my promise. You know I can defend myself. I am skilled with a sword, I can even fight beside you. I am not a damsel in distress, I have never been."

"Elaena-"

"No." Elaena interrupted him, the fire in her violet eyes becoming quite evident and strong. "You will not make this choice for me. I have the right to decide, and I decide that if you are to die at this war, I will die with you. We shall die together."

Robb was clearly at a loss of words. Elaena was determined to go with him, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. She was too headstrong and stubborn to cope with his decision to leave her behind. Of course he just wanted her to be kept safe in Winterfell, he didn't want her to die or to get hurt in battle. Robb loved her with his whole being and he couldn't bear the thought of losing her, so he would prefer to leave her behind instead of taking her with him just to watch her die before his eyes. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have a choice, because Elaena wouldn't let him leave Winterfell without her.

"Fine. Now you must prepare yourself, because the feast will start soon."

Elaena watched the men laughing and drinking, their loud and obnoxious voices piercing right through her ears. She wasn't very comfortable with being surrounded by men only, but none of them seemed to be bothered by her presence. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The Targaryen girl was sitting beside her lord, her small hand grasping his big one every once in a while. Robb could tell by the look in her violet eyes that she would rather be somewhere else, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was her duty too. Their upcoming marriage was not a secret to anyone, not anymore, and many of their bannermen had still congratulated them for it. Elaena was more beautiful than all of their wives, and some of them even envied Robb Stark for getting to keep such a beauty to himself. Still, if she was to be his wife soon, Elaena would be respected by all of them. The Greatjon was not a stranger to her, and neither were the others. When Elaena was a little girl, she got to know them and some of their sons. Not much trust was ever placed upon her, since they thought she was a wildling spawn, but they couldn't be considered strangers in her eyes. Elaena began to wonder how they would react to the truth about her origins. Many houses were still secretly loyal to the Targaryens, and if they wanted to avenge and rescue Lord Eddard Stark from the Lannisters' claws, they would need all the help they could get. She immediately pushed those thoughts aside and observed Bran as he remained quiet and glanced around the Great Hall, his big, brown eyes analyzing all the men in the room. The young boy seemed to be out of place, just like she was, or perhaps even more.

"Robb is gloating." Theon suddenly said, taking a large sip of his cup of wine. The Greyjoy boy was sitting right beside her, and Elaena couldn't help but hit him lightly with her elbow. "He seems satisfied. Look at him. We are on the brink of starting a war, and yet he will not stop smiling."

"What are you trying to say?" Elaena inquired, arching a delicate eyebrow in distrust.

"He will not stop smiling, because of you." Theon clarified, patting her shoulder. "You make him truly happy. I always knew that you loved each other, it was obvious after all, I just never thought that Lord Stark and Lady Catelyn would agree to the wedding. I am glad that they did, though. Can't say I could picture him with some other girl." Elaena smiled genuinely at that, because she could tell that Theon was being honest about it.

"He makes me happy too, Theon." Elaena answered with a sad look in her eyes. Of course Robb made her happy. He was the best thing that ever happened to her, and she would never let him go to war without her. She couldn't stop thinking about the nearing war and how that would affect them.

"I can tell." Theon commented, his sincere smile suddenly turning into a dirty one.

She laughed, because she knew what he was implying, but didn't reply anymore. That was not a good day to make sexual jokes. There was too much at stake, in that very moment. When Elaena finally tuned back in on the men's conversation, her ears began to hurt because of the extremely loud voice of Greatjon. "For thirty years I have been making corpses out of men, boy! I'm the man you want leading the vanguard!"

"Galbart Glover will lead the van." Robb stated simply, clearly not afraid of the bigger man's response.

Jon Umber was clearly offended by that statement. "The bloody Wall will melt before an Umber marches behind a Glover! I will lead the van, or I will take my men and march them home."

Robb was truly becoming unnerved by the older man's insistence. The Lord of Winterfell glanced up from the wooden table with a stern look in his eyes; Elaena could hardly see the blue in them because, in that moment, they appeared to be darker than the long night. "You are welcome to do so, Lord Umber. And when I am done with the Lannisters, I will march back north, root you out of your keep and hang you for an oathbreaker."

The Greatjon jumped up from his seat and threw his cup of wine away from him, obviously enraged by Robb's accusation. "Oathbreaker, is it?" As soon as he did that, the rest of the men jumped up from their seats as well, only a few remaining in place. "I will not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass!" Jon Umber grasped his sword and prepared himself to take it out of its scabbard. Theon and Elaena immediately jumped up from their seats, both seeming quite alert. Grey Wind, on the other hand, didn't wait until the Greatjon made a move, instead he jumped on the table and ran towards him, all the men stumbling back as they saw the great beast running past them. The direwolf landed on the man, sending him to the floor. The Greatjon kicked and screamed, but it was all to no avail, because Grey Wind bit off two of his fingers and then he walked away. Everyone remained silent and watched as the man slowly rose from the floor, his good hand gripping the hurt one with great care.

"My lord father taught me it was death to bare steel against your liege lord, but doubtless, the Greatjon only meant to cut my meat for me."

"Your meat..." Jon Umber thundered, prepared to start another argument with Robb Stark. It took him a few moments to calm down from that. The Greatjon decided to avoid more complications, or else he would end up losing one of his hands, or perhaps even his head. "...is bloody tough!"

Slowly, all the men in the Great Hall started laughing at his response, even Robb and Theon. Elaena and Bran glanced at each other with confused eyes and both shrugged it off. It was safe to say that the Northern men were very strange, but Elaena liked that about them. They were her people. She smiled and took a deep breath, noticing that the dangerous time of the evening was over. Yet, something worse was coming their way.