"It seems I will need a Queensguard," Rhaenys said, after a few minutes of silence.

Sers Gerold, Arthur, Oswell and Barristan all knelt at her feet, their heads bowed. "We are ready to serve, Your Grace."

"We have been serving you all of your life," Gerold spoke, his eyes soft.

Rhaenys shivered at their words, more out of the tradition of the words and intent than cold. "I will gladly accept then. Prince Doran, why don't we wait a month or two before calling your banners, on second thought. I am not entirely sure what is going on in King's Landing right now but mayhaps there will be an opportune time. With Robert, it's always possible that there would be a better time."

Her newly appointed Queensguard stood up, with Arthur grinning softly.

"I will get some white cloaks made," Doran commented, nodding in agreement with Rhaenys. "I agree with you. We can let your dragons grow more too."

Rhaenys nodded, turning to look at Robb. "We need to let Lord Stark know. He will want to ready the North, albeit discreetly."

Robb stared at his wife, the newly pronounced Queen. "Your Grace."

Rhaenys' cheeks reddened at Robb's heated voice. "King Consort."

Robb blinked then dipped his head in a nod, his blue eyes soft with awe "You will make a good queen. I will go back north and help my father ready the bannermen."

Rhaenys stilled and reached out for Robb, her husband doing the same and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Do you really have to go?"

Robb grinned, hearing the disappointment in her voice. "If not me, then who will go? Arya's too enraptured with Dorne."

"One of my guards can go," Rhaenys remarked before slowly shaking her head. "But it should be you. Take the ship that we used. I'll send a mirror with you, just like Jon's so we can keep in contact."

"Uncle…" Rhaenys trailed off, thinking of her aunt and uncle on her father's side. "I need to send someone to get Viserys and Daenerys. They've been gone for far too long already. Viserys will marry Arianne when they come back and be Prince Consort of Dorne."

"Oberyn will gladly go. I will order a ship ready," Doran said, crossing his arms in thought. "Your Grace, have you heard of your aunt marrying a khal?"

"Yes, I have. I will give Oberyn one of my mirrors," Rhaenys answered, dropping her arms to her sides. "That will allow me to talk with Viserys and Daenerys when Oberyn finds them. If I recall correctly, Oberyn spent some time in Essos."

Doran looked at her in question, nodding in answer.

"I gave… Seven hells. Prince Doran, you may not know of this but my father eloped with Lady Lyanna Stark."

Doran's nose wrinkled in disbelief. "He married her? It wasn't… kidnapping then."

"No. My father made a mistake but he did marry her and only after getting her with child," Rhaenys explained further, rubbing her own stomach. A child of her own was growing in her womb right now, a child of her and Robb's. Robb stepped closer to her, placed his hand over her's, an awestruck look on his face. She smiled and leaned into him.

"Lord Stark's bastard." Doran did not look amused at this piece of news. "Jon Snow. He's not a bastard then."

"No. He knows about his true father. I told him before we left for Dorne. He's at Castle Black right now," Rhaenys said, grimacing. Grey Wind whined from where he was curled up at their feet. "The reason why he is there is part of why we came to Dorne in the first place."

"Prince Doran, the North will need help in the coming months or year," Robb started. "A wight attacked Castle Black."

"A wight? But that's just legends," Doran said, looking at Robb in confusion. He was frowning and his eyes were wide, with his hands on to his lap. "The Others haven't been seen in thousands of years…"

"We killed one just a month ago," Rhaenys replied, shrugging a little. "Or Aliandra did, with her fire. Jon stayed to keep an eye on the situation there."

Doran stared at them both then dipped his head in a nod. "Mother of Dragons and the Young Wolf. I find it hard to believe but you do seem serious. What of allies for the coming fight? I believe the Tyrells will fight for you and the Velaryons will fight for a Targaryen."

Rhaenys nodded, peering over at Gerold, her new lord commander. "The Hightowers will fight for us, won't they?"

"They will. Lord Tyrell will call his banners," Gerold said, dropping his hand to the hilt of his blade. "You will have the Redwyne fleet at your call as well."

"To lay siege to King's Landing and to Casterly Rock..." Rhaenys trailed off, hearing Aliandra let out a roar outside the palace of Sunspear. Morgana and Elora followed suit, the three roars causing every bird around to squawk and startle around. "It will likely come to that. The Velaryons have a fleet also, do they not?"

"Yes."

Arya walked alongside Prince Trystane as they entered the great hall of the palace. The palace of House Martell in Sunspear was so unlike Winterfell that she hadn't yet missed home. There was so much to see and so much to do. Nymeria was also entranced with the land, running around with Grey Wind as they explored Sunspear.

It had been a week since they had docked in Sunspear and Arya never wanted to leave, peeking at the boy next to her. Trystane wasn't like the princes that Sansa spoke of or wished for. Trystane enjoyed playing cyvasse with her and wasn't scared of Nymeria. He had also never said a word about Arya's new sword, Needle, which was tucked into her belt. Dorne was different, he had said. Women could fight, just like the queen that Arya had named her direwolf after.

"Be careful."

Arya turned to look at the doors to the palace on their right, seeing Rhaenys and Robb walk out. Rhaenys' Queensguard walked right behind her, the four men who were the best knights in Westeros. Grey Wind padded alongside Robb and Arya watched as Rhaenys reached down to stroke the wolf's ears.

"Say hi to father and Bran," Arya called, running over to hug her brother. Robb smiled and pulled back after a minute, ruffling her hair.

"I will," Robb said, as they walked over to the port. "Prince Trystane?"

"Your Grace?"

Arya grinned as Robb froze briefly before sighing.

"Take care of my sister," Robb spoke, his lips twitching up into a teasing grin.

"She can take care of herself," Trystane replied, grinning widely. "Especially at cyvasse."

"Do you want a dragon with you?" Rhaenys asked, as they came to the ship that they had arrived in. The sun shone down on them and with Rhaenys' words, so came the dragons. They had been dozing in the courtyard at the palace and Aliandra flew up and over them first, circling before landing next to the Queen. "I can ask one of them to go with you."

"I'll be fine. I have Grey Wind," Robb replied, looking up at the sailors on the ship. "House Manderly has never done wrong to us Starks."

"It's not House Manderly that I don't trust," Rhaenys retorted, crossing her arms.

Arya exchanged glances with Trystane, gesturing to the market behind them. Trystane grinned and the both of them ran off, Nymeria hurriedly loping behind them.

Rhaenys glanced to where her good-sister had fled and laughed quietly. "Arya's never going to have a heart for politics, is she?"

Robb laughed too and shook his head. "No. She is only a child still."

"Mayhaps we can arrange a betrothal for them," Rhaenys remarked then stared back at the ship, her hand dropping down to her stomach. She was three months and a week into her pregnancy and the morning sickness that had started last month had yet to abate. "I want you with me when this babe comes out."

"As Your Grace commands," Robb said, grinning widely, his smile slowly turning into a serious frown. "You talk of an opportune moment to take the throne. Do you have any idea when that will be?"

Rhaenys shook her head, thinking on what they had heard from King's Landing recently. Stannis was still the Hand of the King and they hadn't heard anything other than that. "I don't know. It's just a feeling. If Lord Stark felt that Jon Arryn's death was suspicious then there must have been a reason."

"He must think someone killed Lord Arryn," Robb said, lowering a hand to lay on top of Rhaenys, on her stomach. "Why would someone kill Lord Arryn?"

"Jon Arryn dies. Bran falls from the tower. Or was pushed…" Rhaenys trailed off, her eyes narrowing. "He must have seen something. Stop in Gulltown on your way back. See if Lady Catelyn has seen something. Perhaps Lady Arryn knows something too. She fled King's Landing after her husband died."

Robb looked at her, his eyes narrowed too. "I will."

Rhaenys sighed wearily, grinned and leaned in, meeting Robb halfway. Their mouths met and Robb groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.

"Wolf boy, I'll miss you."

"Dragon girl. I love you."

Rhaenys watched as the ship that carried Robb and Grey Wind slipped away from the dock and out to harbor. She watched as it until it disappeared on the horizon then turned, looking at her four Queensguard. They in turn watched her, their eyes on her.

"When is Prince Oberyn due to leave for Essos?" Rhaenys finally asked, already missing Robb and Grey Wind both.

"He is leaving in an hour," Arthur replied, pointing over to the other prominent ship in Sunspear. The Dornish ship was getting ready to leave, its' sailors packing things up onto the ship. Oberyn himself was pacing the dock, occasionally glancing over to them. There was a younger man watching Oberyn with dark, intent eyes. Rhaenys wondered if they were lovers or something else. "You plan on your uncle Viserys marrying Arianne."

"Yes. My grandmother crowned him king, didn't she?"

Ser Barristan nodded. "Rhaella tried to shield both Viserys and Daenerys from their father."

"Are you saying that Viserys might not like being just Prince Consort of Dorne?"

Arthur shrugged. "He might not. Rhaella could not be everywhere at once. We were remiss in not protecting her from Aerys."

Rhaenys nodded, began to walk over to where Prince Oberyn was. "Hopefully, he won't be trouble though I suspect that Uncle Oberyn would be more than capable of handling it."

"He is not called the Red Viper for nothing," Oswell remarked.

They were just near enough to Oberyn to start talking when Rhaenys heard her mirror ring. It chimed through her clothing and she pulled it out, saying the word to open the proper channel.

Jon's face appeared, his Stark grey eyes wide. "I had not thought this would work."

"Jon. I made that," Rhaenys retorted, glaring at her brother.

Jon snorted. "Aye, you did. Any news from Dorne?"

"I am taking the throne," Rhaenys replied, walking over to a nearby tree off the docks and leaning against it. "Prince Doran, my uncle, is going to support my bid."

Jon's eyes widened. "Your Grace."

"Robb is on his way back North to ready Lord Stark and the bannermen. Prince Oberyn is on the way to Essos, to retrieve our aunt and uncle."

"I had forgotten. We have more family than just us," Jon said, his eyes narrowed in thought. "I presume you have plans then?"

"Not quite. Prince Doran and I plan on waiting until the right moment to officially declare me Queen. It will give time for the dragons to grow and time enough to discreetly ready the North. What of you and the Wall?"

"Lord Commander Mormont is planning a Ranging north of the Wall," Jon said, turning the mirror so that she could see the courtyard of Castle Black. There were horses and men of the Night's Watch packing and readying for a journey. "He wants me to go with him."

"And you said yes," Rhaenys finished, raising an eyebrow.

"I might be able to find Uncle Benjen," Jon commented, turning the mirror back to him. "Sam's going as well."

"Alright. I'm going to send a knight to you," Rhaenys said, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of something happening to her brother. "No arguments. You're my brother."

Jon blinked but nodded. "Very well. I don't think the Lord Commander would wait that long though."

"Hold on."

Rhaenys turned to look at her Queensguard. "Ser Oswell, would you mind? Jon's going beyond the Wall."

"I would not mind at all. We serve the royal family," Oswell answered, dipping his head in a nod. "I believe Prince Doran has the white cloaks ready. Let me go pack my things."

"I'll take you."

Oswell nodded and then headed to the barracks, where they had taken quarters. The barracks was a mile from the docks, further near the palace.

Rhaenys turned back to Jon, looking over her brother. "We'll be right there in a few minutes."

Jon's eyes widened. "Few minutes?"

"My magic. I can move great distances," Rhaenys explained. "See you soon."

Jon nodded and then closed the connection.