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XIII: The Night Lands

It was a trek from the Twins after their departure as the storm approached and swallowed the path to Riverrun with a large oak tree laying in their way. They set up camp by the river where the Twins sat as a tiny black dot. It was the second day in camp and Daenerys had gotten rest and had time with her dragons before sitting in on Robbs meetings. Quarrels went to and fro between Robb and Lord Bolton and all they ended with 'we must attack but only when we go to Riverrun'. Daenerys remain quiet and listened as Roose tried to persuade Robb to act fast. That day was another day as Daenerys walked into the tent against the winds and rain.

"Ah! Targaryen!" Hallis Mollen stared at her causing everyone to turn as they whispered in hushed tones. Daenerys dropped her hood and gave a curt nod, "Evening, My Lords." She pecked Robbs cheek as she sat beside him and looked down at the table that mapped out Westeros.

"As I was saying," Roose continued, "Tywin has ten thousand men three miles East just a ride from Harrenhal, we fear me might take it for himself."

"And if he does?" Robb asked.

"We cannot repay Lord Walder Frey, your wife promised him Harrenhal and its men. I say we send men to Harrenhal and take it for ourselves, before Tywin." Roose tapped his finger at the words Harrenhal that was engraved into the map. Daenerys felt Theon move close and saw him point out where they were now. "We need to across the lake, can we do that with five thousand men?"

"It's a small river…" Roose began.

"Not small enough" Daenerys finished, "If we want to take Harrenhal we need ships, do we have ships? No. Where can we get ships? Riverrun. We need to get there as fast as possible!" Roose sat in his chair and shook looked at her. Theon shook his head. "Listen, if we need Harrenhal why not send a small group of men and guard it till we arrive at Rivverrun?"

"Because the journey will take us a day! A Lannister army has been said to have marched faster than that. Considering how far we are to them it'll be impossible!" Theon quietened her and tapped the same space and then drew his finger along the path toward Harrenhal, "This is where we go!" Daenerys knew he would disagree with her because he always did when it came to the council meetings. She chose to remain quiet until the council meeting was over, no doubt it will also be the last she saw of Robb. They hadn't shared their bed since they left Winterfell.

"Harrenhal can wait. We can take it when we take the South! This bickering must stop, its done!" Robb dismissed them and poured himself some more wine. Daenerys looked over at him as Theon stood up and read out news, "Sansa has written asking you to go to Kingslanding and bend the knee."

"That sounds like the Queens words," Hallis said from the corner where he sat quietly, "I also got that letter for your mother."

"Write back, tell the queen I will come with an army of Northern men, Dragons and a true Queen to the Iron Throne." Robb didn't look at Daenerys as he said this. "Is that all?" Theon looked around with a lost look on his face.

"Yes… Your Majesty." Theon put the parchment away as Robb stood up and left the tent. Daenerys started after him, the wind pushing her away as she ran for him. "Robb! Wait!" She yelled over the howls and whistling. He continued on and left her there, watching after him. She wasn't sure if he was ignoring her or couldn't hear but it hard all the same.

"Seems like I'm not the only one out of his favour?" Theon sneered as he passed her.

Daenerys pulled her hood further over her head and ran back to her tent that was meant to be Robb's, however, he never entered it. She walked in, glad to be from the cold. It was worse than Winterfell ever could be. She pulled off her cloak and tossed it aside seeing her dragons rattle the cages as thunder rolled through the sky. She walked over and dropped in a bit of meat for each one. "Sh, sh…. It'll be okay." She whispered to them.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Doreah said from behind her.

"What is?" Daenerys looked at Doreah as she put the rest of the meat back in the sack she got from the butchers in the nearby town. "That things that can fly are so scared of the thunder." Doreah chuckled as she folded Daenerys clothes.

"What was it like, in Lys?" Daenerys asked her. She had seen nothing other than Winterfell her entire life, and the walls of course. "Hot, hotter than hot can be. But so beautiful. You'd like it there, My Queen, it's like being in heaven. Just more real." Doreah sat at the small table in the corner, Daenerys joined her and picked a grape from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table. "Tell me more!" She leaned in.

"Well… it's a giant island of houses and they stand as tall and huge as possible. They sit on the shores of the blue sea, golden sand covers it. So hot that when you want on the sand your feet melt! And the sky is always blue, a very strong yet beautiful blue. Hardly any clouds pass. The sailors ride ships of gold and children run the streets with laughter. Markets lie everywhere selling beautiful wine that tastes like spices, cinnamon and butter. The food is sweet and melts in your mouth from the pastries to the meat. And the men… well they are quite something else…" Doreah smiled.

Daenerys laughed, "Beautiful?"

"Godly." Doreah raised her brows. Daenerys ate another grape and chuckled. "I knew the most radiant men, sepctacular men. Men who change their faces like how you change your clothes. Men who wear every gold they have. And then there were men who were so handsome even men fell to their knees."

Daenerys burst into laughter with Doreah as they feasted on the fruit within the bowl. Doreah was interesting to Daenerys, she was everything Daenerys was not; she was free. Daenerys sighed and soon the laughter drained from her, "What is it?" Doreah asked.

"Robb… he's being distant." Daenerys told her.

"He's ignoring you?" Doreah asked.

"I think so… I also think, which he might not, be visiting brothels…" Daenerys admitted to Doreah and herself. If it was true then she was no better than the whores we was fucking. But Daenerys was shocked by Doreah's reaction as she laughed. "What? What is so funny?"

"Your husband is as devoted to you as a kid to his sweets. He can't get enough of you, plus, if he visited any brothels I'd know." doreah shook her head, "Ah, My Queen, you are as funny as anyone I'd met before. I think you just need realise he is still a boy, a boy whose father has been arrested and sisters have been captured. All you can do is be there for him."

"I try, but its not easy." Daenerys said.

"Go to him then! Make him happy again, it won't take much." Daenerys pulled a face, "Well if you don't… I will." Doreah pushed her to the edge and Daenerys stood up. If was what it takes, she would do it. She walked to her cloak and pulled it over her only to freeze. A horn rang through the air. Voices raised and feet stomped passed the tent.

Daenerys grabbed her knife and left the tent quickly as her dragons shrieked and shook their cages violently causing so much racket she should hear it over everything. The sight outside the tent was just as wild as the weather. People ran from left and right as she heard mutters of 'Lannister men' 'The Army' and 'For the North!' She knew it was battle but she couldn't find Robb. She couldn't live with herself is she didn't wave him off. What if he died?

She ran through the men being pushed into other men or stumbling on her dress. "Robb!" She called out desperately, "Robb!" She saw him stood on a hill with men around him as roars of warriors came from around her. "ROBB!" Suddenly, something hard hit her head and threw her to the wet ground.