Daenerys woke when she felt Robb stir, the room was cast in the dull blue light of the pre-dawn twilight. Robb stood out of bed and she rolled over to watch him. He made his way over to the basin and washed himself before pulling on his smallclothes followed by black breeches and black boots. She slipped out of the bed to wash and dress as well. By the time she had dressed in a blue wool dress lined with white fur at the collar, her husband had finished lacing up a brown leather jerkin over his grey tunic and began lighting the lamps around the room after stoking their fire. The light streaming into the room had changed as well as the sun began to crest the eastern skies.

She noticed that he would cast shy looks her way as he dressed, they had spent the night before performing their "duty" and she had noticed Robb was always a bit shy the next morning. As though he wondered if he might have hurt or offended her the night before.

As though he knew what she was thinking of, he flushed and stammered a moment, "Did you sleep well?"

She smiled at him, "Very well, Robb." She had also noticed that she enjoyed the way the corner of his mouth would quirk when she used his name.

"Good. I had… That is, if you'd like to join me, I wanted to spend some time in the godswood this morning before we break our fast. Uncle Tyrion and Jon will be leaving for the Wall this morning so father will want to have us all together to eat one last time."

She nodded, "Of course." She knew why he wished to go to the godswood, of course. He wished to beseech the Old Gods to give them a child.

Though nearly two turns had passed since they were married she was not yet with child. Maester Luwin had told them not to worry, he'd explained that getting pregnant was as much about the timing of the act as it was the act itself, he had then offered them both some poultices that he felt would help as well as advising them to couple regularly.

Not that she minded that, her husband was rather handsome. Tall and broad with a northern look and the Lannister coloring he was easy to look upon. She also doubted that Robb found much hardship, though he might be shy the next morning, he was quite willing in the bed and he'd complimented her beauty rather freely.

She had been terrified the first night but after they had fallen asleep that night she'd had a dream. She and Robb coupled and created their son. Only in the dream, he was fully grown with her husband's broad shoulders and Lord's Eddard's stern face. His hair was a lighter blonde than Robb's, closer to hers and he had her violet eyes. He towered over her but when he looked down at her his smile was kind and affectionate, it reminded her of Lord Eddard's smile as well. They never spoke but she knew everything there was to know about him.

She and Robb had named him Cregan, after the Lord of Winterfell who'd served Aegon the Third as Hand for a single day. He'd had many younger brothers and sisters and he became the Lord of Winterfell after Robb. He was stern like his grandfather but kind and ruled the North with the even hand it had needed.

In her dream, they stood in the godswood of Winterfell before the heart tree during a spring day. She could hear a howl from deeper in the woods and when she turned and looked back towards the castle she found a giant black dragon flying overhead.

When she woke the next morning, entwined with Robb she felt at peace and her trepidation had vanished. Something about the dream convinced her it was only a matter of time before Cregan was born and from there other children would follow. The thought pleased her more than she might have expected, being a mother to Robb Stark's children would be far different than fathering Viserys' children would have been.

Robb had included her in things, he'd told her that he had grown up watching his father consulting with his mother and he'd always assumed that was the way things were done. She never felt any need to tell him otherwise. He was as intrigued by her tales of Essos as Arya was and he was happy to tell her what he knew of life in Westeros. For the past few days he'd helped her learn to ride a horse, yesterday they had taken a ride through the Wolfswood with Grey Wind, and he'd promised to ride up to Long Lake with her very soon.

She and Robb left their chambers and made their way to the godswood. They walked through the woods hand-in-hand until they came upon the heart tree. She watched her husband kneel before the ancient weirwood and enter into a silent communion with his gods.

After he was done, they started back towards the castle. She noticed Robb's aunt Lyanna entering the keep ahead of them. Daenerys had spent very little time with the woman. She desperately feared and desperately desired to talk to Lyanna Stark in equal measure. She was perhaps the person with the most knowledge on her oldest brother in Westeros and that made Dany incredibly curious. Was Rhaegar man or monster or in between? Lyanna Stark could answer that question.

She could tell her that Rhaegar was kind and misunderstood, even by those closest to him, and it had all been a mistake that had gotten disastrously out of hand. Or she could tell Dany that Rhaegar was a monster so overcome with lust and ego that he happily plunged the realm into chaos on a whim.

Lyanna had the power to damn all Targaryens in Daenerys's mind.

Then there was the other half of the equation, perhaps Daenerys represented something horrible for the older woman. She could hate Dany's very existence. Dany's family had been nearly destroyed by the Baratheons and Starks, Viserys had told her as much countless times so it might be easy to forget why they had done it. Her brother had kidnapped this woman, and when Lord Stark came to King's Landing to ask for her return, the King had executed him in brutal fashion and ordered the destruction of his House.

To make it even worse, Arya and Joanna had told her that Lyanna's son had been a bastard of Robert Baratheon's. Her brother had killed the father of Lyanna's son.

In a way, she and Lyanna were more closely tied than she and Robb.

She quieted those thoughts as they entered the great hall and took a seat at the head table. They were the last to arrive and she and Robb sat down with Arya to her right and Jon to Robb's left. She smiled at her good sister as she handed Dany an apple that she had saved for her. They shared some small talk. Though much of the conversation at her end of the table was dominated by Arya asking Tyrion Lannister for stories from the King's Road.

The dwarf laughed, "What to tell? I've seen so many amazing things and met such wonderful-"

Lady Stark's eyes narrowed, "Remember these are my children, dear brother."

Tyrion turned to his sister with a mock affronted expression, "My kind, sweet sister! I would never tell your lovely children some foul story." He grinned, "I know, I will tell you a story that Lord Piper told while I spent the night at Pinkmaiden. Lord Piper told me that his septon came to him one day while he was settling disputes complaining about a singer name 'Tom Sevenstrings.' It seems that the septon enjoyed games of chance, and played in the tavern outside Pinkmaiden. He played Tom and won a great deal of coin, yet Tom felt the man cheated so he followed the man around trying to get recompense.

"After several days it seemed that frustration set in and Tom decided to make a spectacle of his grievances and stood up in the middle of the sept during the septon's sermon and began to sing a heavily rewritten rendition of 'Her Little Flower' called 'His Little Sept.'" Tyrion finished with a chuckle and smirk while he waggled his small finger. It seemed that the man had the complete attention of the Starks though the reactions were varied.

Lord Stark seemed to be hiding a bit of a smirk in his cup of beer while Lady Stark's eyed her brother suspiciously. Arya was grinning madly as she tried to piece together how the singer could have turned that song into a cruel jape. Jon and Robb were grinning at each other while trying to avoid Lady Stark's ire.

By chance, Dany caught eyes with Lyanna and she and the other woman shared a grin at Tyrion's tale and before an awkward feeling could settle between them Bran spoke, "What were the words, uncle?"

In that moment Arya's eyes went wide, Robb and Jon choked on a laugh while Dany felt heat on her cheeks. Lord Stark suddenly seemed to find his breakfast absolutely fascinating. Tyrion looked at his nephew and seemed to try and come up with a way to answer the question and not be murdered by his sister but when he started to speak Lady Stark hissed, "Do not say a word, Tyrion."

The dwarf's mouth closed with an audible click of his teeth. Bran was unable to hide his disappointment and he settled into pushing some of his bacon around his plate with his fork. It was then that Dany noticed how pale Bran looked this morning, "Are you alright, Bran?"

The boy looked at her with tired eyes before he mumbled, "I'm tired."

Cersei looked at the boy with concerned eyes, "Bran? Is it still the dreams?"

Bran shook his head, "No… Well… I like the wolf dreams. Playing with the other pups and seeing the world differently… These are different. They…"

Dany noticed both Jon and Robb tense slightly and stare at Bran while Tyrion said, "'Wolf dreams?'"

Bran shrugged, "I have dreams where I'm inside my wolf sometimes."

Lady Stark frowned, "And these are different?"

He nodded, "There's crows…" He seemed to struggle with himself about what to say.

Lord Stark frowned with concern, "Bran, look at me." When he looked up, "They are just dreams, they cannot hurt you. Dreams are a way to confront the things we fear."

"Then what do I do?" Bran's eyes were wide and hopeful.

His father was quiet for a long time before he said, "Always face the things you fear, Bran. Never let them have power over you."

The group finished their meal in silence before making their way out to the courtyard. Tyrion's companions were awaiting them, each of them climbing onto their mounts. Tyrion turned to Lord Eddard, "Once again, I thank you for your hospitality, Lord Stark."

Her good father nodded to the dwarf, "You are family, Lord Tyrion. It is my pleasure to have you here."

Tyrion turned to his sister with a grin, "I will miss you, sister. You only grow more wonderful as you spend more time here."

Cersei sighed good naturedly, "Have a good journey, Tyrion."

He laughed, "I hope to, a grand adventure to be sure. Give my regards to our father when he arrives." She nodded and he turned his attention to Lyanna as she finished her farewell with Jon. "My lady, you have my word that your son will return none the worse for wear."

The woman laughed, "Considering your reputation Lord Tyrion; that will be quite the feat."

He made a show of clutching his hands to his chest, "You wound me, my lady."

She smiled kindly, "If you are inclined, my lord, I would appreciate if you wrote to me of Castle Black and Eastwatch. I have always wanted to see the Wall but have never had the opportunity."

He nodded, "Happily."

Dany then turned her attention to her husband and his cousin, "I expect you to return, Jon."

The dark haired lad smiled, "Yes, yes. You've told me this. I have to see the Wall for myself. You can understand that, can you not?"

Robb frowned, "What I understand is that you are a Stark of Winterfell and our home will be less without you." He gripped Jon's shoulder, "I will see you when you return." Jon nodded and Robb laughed, "Good."

The two young men embraced then Jon climbed onto his mount before he called out, "Ghost. To me." His white direwolf walked calmly over to him, causing the horses to tense and nicker worriedly. Jon, Tyrion and the others rode out and after while the other Starks went about their business.

Yet Robb remained long after the others, Dany stood by his side until he was ready to walk away hand in hand. As they returned to their chambers she noticed Robb seemed lost in his thoughts. She reached over with her free hand and squeezed his arm before she asked, "Are you alright?"

He looked up and nodded, "I was thinking about Bran's wolf dreams. I've been having them too."

She frowned, "Are they vivid?"

He shook his head, "Not as strong as Bran's seem to be, I did not even realize what they were at first. Just scents and images. Now I wonder…" He turned to her, "When Brightroar was found in the kennels and whelped the pups, Jon said to our father that she came here for a reason and that we were meant to have them. I thought nothing of it at the time, do you think maybe Jon was right?"

They entered their chambers and as Robb closed the door her eyes were drawn to the eggs, she thought of her dream the night they were wed. Cregan's smiling face and the sight of a black dragon flying above Winterfell. She turned to her husband and smiled, "I do." Then she surged at him and plundered his mouth with hers.