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XXV - Elyana

"I told myself I was doing the right thing even though I knew something was wrong… I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for leaving them," Elyana spoke softly despite the sound of cutlery hitting plates and the booming voices around her. Under the table, a rough hand squeezed her own and she quickly met the gaze of the man the hand belonged to. Robb looked upon with both tenderness and love. She did not feel worthy of the latter even though when they briefly spoke alone, he had said that the blame was not her own and continued to show her affection. Perhaps when Lord Stark and the girls were safe, she would share his outlook on her actions but until then she would be convinced that it was her fault. Nonetheless, Elyana was easily comforted and distracted by Robb's presence and found herself yearning to be with him alone now more than ever. There was always a hurdle though and so long as the northern lords were present, their intimate interactions and exchanges were best done behind closed doors. After all, they were not married yet and both of them held new titles.

"It's not your fault, El. You couldn't have known what was going to happen," Robb's voice was low and he stared at her intently. "You don't have to take this out on yourself, you're not alone any more."

Elyana smiled at him affectionately and released his hand from under the table, "You're right, I'm not alone… I've missed you, you know. I thought of you every night and every morning. I felt stronger just thinking of being with you here, in our home. Even when you are leagues away from me, you still command my very being like no other."

"I'm sorry for having to leave so soon after you arrived then. I wish I could spend more time with you, Gods know you're all I thought about these past few weeks. I'm sorry, El, I really am. I want no more than to love you and to marry you but everything is falling apart… I don't know how long it'll be now before I see you again," He frowned.

"If you truly think I'll let you leave without me then you're truly mad, Robb Stark," Elyana tilted her head and smiled. "My place is by your side, as it has always been and always will be."

Robb shook his head, "It's not safe, El. Especially now with you being Queen. Joffery will have men to come hunt you down, they'll try to take you back to that city and they'll imprison you. I can't lose you too, El. You need to stay here in our home, you need to stay in Winterfell where you can be protected."

"My home is where you are, Robb. I'm to be your wife and I am your Queen, I will not leave you." Elyana spoke firmly.

"El, look, we'll speak of this later when we can properly discuss things. Is that fair, my lady?" He sighed and chuckled quietly after. He didn't seem distressed with the idea of her accompanying him as he gave her a warm smile, "Forgive me. Is that fair, my Queen?"

"T'is fair enough for the moment," Elyana leant back in her seat and returned his smile.

She turned to the food before her, picking at what remained with a fork. The chatter of the men around her seemed to grow louder and she could scarcely believe that the hall could accommodate for so many people. She had spoken to some of the northern lords earlier, some were as welcoming as they had been when she first met them and showed her a great deal of respect that she assumed was because of her title. Others seemed restrained and not ready to throw their lot in with her as of yet. Of course, she had never expected them to accept her so willingly – the northerners demanded more in a leader than those in the south did. Elyana knew that she would have to prove herself countless times before they truly called her their Queen.

It was a challenge she was more than glad to accept for if she succeed in earning their loyalty then the war could be over quite easily. That was what Anders had told her; the North was the key to winning the throne and any wars that came with it. Elyana looked around the hall for the Lord Commander of her Queensguard but he was nowhere to be seen. She could see the others though, Lord Arstan almost sat as quietly as Ser Barristan had at the feast for her arrival but Ser Aemon Estermont and Lord Sebastion Errol engaged in the revelry, drinking and eating with the others. By the time she had scanned the hall, her gaze had landed upon Greatjon Umber at the end of the large table. It seemed that whilst she looked around the hall, he was eyeing her. Elyana held his gaze, the corners of her mouth quirking up as she nodded in his direction. He doesn't know what kind of leader I am, she reasoned with herself, he's seizing me up to see if I'm like my father or my mother. He was going to test her although in what way she did not know. All of the northern lords and ladies were surreptitiously and very obviously testing her. They approved of her actions thus far but they did not truly support her as Queen yet.

From across the table the man's voice bellowed, "So, girl, last time we met you were the princess. You've come back from the South and now you're calling yourself a queen. Quite the transition, dutiful daughter to insurgent leader, think your father would be proud?"

"I'd like to think he would be, Lord Umber. I'm his only child walking in his very footsteps – betrothal to a Stark, raising an army, going to war… Perhaps I'll even overthrow a tyrant. So, yes, I think my father would be proud that his daughter is honouring his name and fighting for not for foolish gains but justice."

The large man huffed, "Overthrow a tyrant! What do you know of war, girl? It's not a tale, there's little glory in taking the life of a man."

"I won't lie to you, Lord Umber – I've no true experience in war but I'm a fast learner and I know enough about the mechanics of it to wage it properly," Elyana held eye contact but spoke with regret in her voice. "And you need not tell me of glory and death. Despite popular opinion, I am not a child and I have seen and experienced enough loss to rival any man. Death is nothing, living is everything. That is where the glory lies, in survival. So, I know there is no glory in death, Lord Umber."

"Well spoken, girl-"

"I am not a girl, Lord Umber. I am Queen," She said commandingly and effectively silencing the man.

In his silence, he did not seem bothered by her words or spiteful but rather before he turned away, he seemed to have his interest piqued. Good, she thought, they cannot know me as a princess forever. A small smile graced her lips as she returned to her food. Only in the North would the lords be impressed and not offended by boldness. Elyana could not wait until these men were hers as well, they were loyal and righteous – the type of people she wanted to beside her in the coming war. It seemed she had another ready to test her for the grey-haired Maege Mormont similarly began to look at her with both caution and interest. However, before she could say a word, Lord Bolton spoke up loudly and caught their attention.

"Lord Robb, the time for merriment is over – we should discuss battle arrangements. I should have the honour of battle command," Roose Bolton said brusquely.

"Nonsense!" Robett Golver smiled and began to jest. "I'll be your commander, boy. At least then our men won't be flayed upon one wrong order!"

Greatjon Umber spoke just as loud as he had to her, "For 30 years I've been making corpses out of men, boy. I'm the man you want leading the Vanguard."

Elyana turned to Robb with her brows raised, he was faced with a difficult decision and each man that presented himself brought something different to the table. If it were her choosing, she would have picked Lord Umber. He was outrageous but a better choice than the other two. Roose Bolton was too serious and Robett Glover didn't seem to take it serious enough. Elyana caught Theon and Bran watching the events unfold as eagerly as she was and her lips curled up.

"Galbart Glover will lead the Van," Robb said sternly.

"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!"

"You are welcome to do so, Lord Umber," He scratched Grey Wind behind his ear and rose from his seat. "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 screeching sound of a chair moving rung throughout the hall as Greatjon Umber stood up, "Oathbreaker, is it?!"

The large man flung a tankard of ale into the fire and began to curse Robb. Hallis Mollen went to restrain him but he was easily knocked to the floor. Greatjon Umber moved quickly for such a large man. In moments he had kicked over a table and unsheathed a large greatsword. The other men along the benches leapt to their feet, some drawing their swords and others just moments away from displaying their steel. "I'll not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass."

Elyana watched everything with wide eyes. If she had her bow with her she would have had it pointed at the man's heart. She was at a disadvantage though and instead roared a command, "Lord Umber! Put your blade away!"

Robb, however, was one step ahead of her as he quietly said a few words and Lord Umber had fallen on his back. Grey Wind had lunged forward and seemingly mauled the man. He was yelling in pain and Elyana could only watch with her mouth wide open. Once Grey Wind was off him, he lifted his bloody hand to reveal that two of his fingers had been taken off. Robb was glaring down at him like a victorious leader and spoke like a king, "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."

Lord Umber kicked a chair that was close to him and roared, "Your meat… is bloody tough."

Bewilderingly, the giant of a man began to laugh. It wasn't long after that the other men, Robb and Theon included, began to laugh aloud. Greatjon even went as far as to praise Robb, loudly claiming that he was a true Stark and that they ought to bend a knee lest they have them chewed off. Elyana, however, looked the same as before – her eyes and mouth wide in confusion but even her shock had turned to cheerfulness quickly. Men are strange, so she thought as she began to laugh. She did not understand their interaction or the hilarity in a man getting his fingers bitten off but the mere atmosphere was enough to lift her spirits. At long last, she was home, even if it was for only a short time.

The night went on quickly with more laughter and strange events. Maege Mormont asked her many a question about the war to come without revealing how she felt about her answers, Medger Cerwyn shared kind words with her, Rickard Karstark nodded and grunted when she spoke and Anders introduced her to his brothers, Wylis and Wendel. Elyana found herself laughing like child at the way Wendel called Anders the 'runt of the family' since he was the smallest in stature. She got along quickly with the Manderly brothers as she had with Anders and despite the teasing, they seemed proud of their little brother being the Lord Commander of her Queensguard. By the time she had made it back to her chambers, it was late in the night.

It struck her that she would be leaving soon and that the dress she wore was hardly suitable for travel or war. She began to rummage through her belongings and felt almost sorrowful as she did so. Everything seemed symbolic of what she was and her life here, in Winterfell. Her gaze fell upon the hunting attire she wore when Robb first encouraged her to start practicing archery again. A tender smile crept upon her lips as she thought of that day. Theon was teasing her and Jon was praising her and Lord Stark was nodding in approval. Then there was Robb, who stood proud and looked upon her with admiration. How things have changed, she said to herself as she slipped out of her dress into the elegant hunting attire. Donning the fur-rimmed cloak that she had worn countless times, Elyana opened the door of the room she had grown so fond of. She wanted to linger longer but instead shut the door gently and took a minor detour. She had yet to say goodbye again to the little ones.

Rickon was sound asleep and choosing not to wake him, she left his room. Elyana had thought Bran also in deep sleep but before she could leave, he stirred and looked up at her. Shutting the door behind her, she went towards the boy and sat on his bed beside him.

Like a mother, she pushed back his hair and smiled at him, "Did I wake you, little wolf?"

"No, Robb was here a little while ago and now I can't sleep," Bran frowned. "Are you leaving too, Ellie?"

Elyana nodded and saw that despite his strong front, the little broken boy was hurt. "I intended on being here for a very long time at first but I heard the news of your father, Bran. I can't let Robb ride off alone, he won't admit it but he needs me there and I need to be there."

"But you've only just arrived and we need you here," Bran pleaded.

"I know, pup, I know. I don't want to leave you and Rickon. I never want to leave you but you're my family and I have a duty to protect you and Rickon and all those in Winterfell. I have an army now and men willing to fight and die for me… I wouldn't be a very good leader if I didn't accompany them."

"So it's true. You're really Queen then?" He sat up and stared at her with awe.

"Yes. I'm really Queen then," Elyana gave his hand a squeeze. "But I'm just Ellie to you, Bran. You don't need to worry about what everyone else calls me."

The boy looked down and shook his head. The sound his voice made Elyana feel as if her heart was being cut out, "Do you have to leave? I don't want you to go too. You could stay and marry Robb when he returns. I'd be a better lord with your help."

"Sweet boy, I have to go but you and your brother will always be in my heart," Elyana did not imagine another departure would be so painful. She tried to put on a strong front and smile but succumbed to grief. A quiet and brief sob escaped her as she placed a gentle kiss on Bran's forehead. How long would it be now before she saw the little wolves again? With a deep breath and a tight-lipped smile Elyana continued, "You will be a fine lord, Bran. You are strong and just, be yourself and you will rule the North like your brother and father before you. I love you with all my heart, little wolf. You are like my own kin and always will be. When this is over, I promise that I'll take you riding and that we'll train with our bows from atop our horses. I won't be gone long, little wolf."

Elyana was taken back when Bran embraced her but she held on tightly to the little boy. "Promise you'll come back and that you'll write until you do?"

"Of course. I promise, pup. I'll be back before you know it."

When she would see her little wolves again was something the gods alone knew. With one last kiss atop the boy's head, Elyana left the room. A familiar feeling overwhelmed her and she found herself having to stand alone in the hallway to gather her strength. Elyana had not felt this hollow since she last spoke to her father. I will see them again, she told herself although she could not believe her own words. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk but came to another halt. A dim light streamed out of Robb's room and for a final time before the war, she knocked ever so gently upon the large wooden door. There he was, looking larger in all the layers he wore and looking like true lord but when he laid his eyes upon her, whatever hardness that was there vanished. He smiled and shook his head, opening the door wider and gently pulling her in as he did so. Robb wrapped his arms around her waist, giving her enough space to do likewise and wrap her own arms around his neck.

"I told you to stay and here you are, at my door and ready to leave. I thought we were having a civil discussion not jumping to conclusions."

"Are you angry with me?" She asked softly and nuzzled his neck.

He let out a deep rumble of a laugh, "I should be but I'm not. There's no convincing you otherwise, is there?"

"No, there isn't," Elyana met his gaze but her eyes quickly dropped to his lips. It was like the first time all over again and as she stood only slightly on her toes, her lips met his. The kiss was soft and slow. His lips were always warm despite the cold and that same warmth spread throughout her body. When she pulled away, her forehead leaning against his, she smiled at him and spoke tenderly. "We'll be back though, won't we? We won't be away from home long?"

"I don't know, El. I wish I knew that," Robb kissed the tip of her nose. "But all I know is that by the time we return, you'll return Elyana Stark for the gods know that I have been patient and cannot wait any longer. You'll be home and mine at long last."

XXV – Robb

Robb looked at the figure in his hand for but a moment before placing back on the table. He could scarcely believe that he was truly at war with the woman he loved and an army with him. All that he needed was for the rest of his family to be together and safe again and the war would be over quickly. He looked at Greatjon Umber, the man who was quick to insult him and even quicker to become one of his most loyal allies, "The River Lords are falling back with Jaime Lannister at their heels. And Lord Tywin is bringing around a second Lannister army from the South. Our scouts confirm it's even larger than the Kingslayer's."

"One army or two, the Kings in the North threw back hosts 10 times as large. Plus, we'll soon have the Queen's army joining our own. We'll be fine."

From the corner of his eye, Robb could see his betrothed straighten her back upon being called by her new title. The northern lords seemed to show her a greater respect than they did him, bowing and speaking to her like the Queen she was. They had yet to take her side though and instead treaded upon a line that would keep their loyalties their own and protect them from her wrath. He had found that since she had returned from King's Landing, his betrothed had changed. Perhaps his eyes were deceiving him and his memory of what she looked like before was blurred but it seemed her figure had become more womanly and her features seemed sharper. With a smile playing upon his lips, Robb turned to Elyana and waited for her response.

She returned his smile and nodded her head, "Yes, Lord Umber, however the Storm Lords that have pledged me their allegiance arrive by sea. I cannot promise that they will be on time."

Before Greatjon could respond, a figure had entered their tent and caught his attention. "Mother!"

Robb had not seen his mother since departure after their meeting in the godswood. He was elated, he wanted to embrace her and act like a boy but there was little he could do with the company he was in. It was the same case as when Elyana had arrived, how he wanted to kiss her and make her squeal with delight but so long as the men watched on, nothing could be done.

His mother stared at him as he was a different person, "You look well."

"Lady Catelyn, you're a welcome sight in these troubled times!" Lord Umber proclaimed.

Theon spoke next, "We had not thought to meet you here, my lady."

"I had not thought to be here," She said wearily. "My journey has fatigued me and I would very much so like to speak with my son alone. I know you will forgive, my lords."

"You heard her! Move your asses! You too, Greyjoy. Are you bloody deaf? Have no fear, my lady. We'll shove our sword up Tywin Lannister's bunghole and then it's on to the Red Keep to free Ned!" Lord Umber bellowed.

Elyana was the last to depart, embracing his mother and as she did so and speaking in a softer tone than usual. Mother seems more than happy to see her, he thought with a smile on his face. Robb was warmed by their interaction and was glad that his mother was fond of his betrothed. Elyana turned and smiled at him before similarly taking her leave.

"I thought you would have married her by now but I am glad you have waited," His mother looked over her shoulder to see Elyana and the others outside the tent. She embraced him tightly and when she pulled away, stroked his head, pushing back wild curls. "You are my firstborn, Robb. I have only to look at you to remember the day you came into the world, red-faced and squalling. Now I find you leading a host to war."

"There was no else."

"No one?" His mother said in disbelief. "Pray, who were those men I saw here a moment ago? Roose Bolton, Rickard Karstark, Galbart and Robett Glover, the Greatjon, Helman Tallhart… you might have given the command to any of them. Gods be good, you might have even sent Theon."

"None of them are Starks," He said firmly.

"They are men, Robb, seasoned in battle. You were fighting with wooden swords less than a year past… Elyana too, she should not be here either, she is the king's blood – it's far too dangerous for her on the battlefield-"

Robb interrupted, "We cannot go back to Winterfell, Mother. You can't send us back there."

"I should. Yet I dare not, not now. The two of you have come too far. One day these lords will look to you as their liege and Elyana as their queen. I have heard that she has already gathered allies in the South, if I send you two off like children all these men and women will remember," Catelyn shook her head. "They will need to respect you both and I cannot send you away although I wish to keep you safe."

"You have my thanks, Mother," he said in relief. Robb cleared his throat and moved to the table, pulling out a crumbled letter and handing to his mother. "There was… a letter. From Sansa."

Catelyn studied the letter with an expression of hurt upon her face, "From the Queen, you mean. There's no mention of Arya."

"No, there isn't. Elyana said that the last she saw of her, Arya was safe and having sword practice. She sent word to her allies, her people are searching for her, Mother."

"But will that be enough?" His mother looked away from him. Robb stook a seat opposite her and awaited her counsel. "How many men do you have?"

"18,000. I dare say that once Elyana's forces arrive at White Harbour, we'll perhaps have more, maybe 30,000. If I go to King's Landing now though and bend my knee to Joffery-"

"You would never be allowed to leave. No. There are but two choices for us, we wait for Elyana's forces or we fight. Our best hope, our only hope, is that you can defeat them in the field."

His brow furrowed, "And if we lose?"

"Do you know what happened to the Targaryen children when the Mad King fell?"

Everyone had heard about the Targaryen children and most were sickened by it. Tywin Lannister was a monster, he would slaughter them without hesitation. Robb did not fear for himself though, he feared for Elyana the most. To the Lannisters she would be a traitor through and through for going against her mother. He glared at the ground at the thought of what could happen. Elia Martell was raped and murdered by Gregor Clegane, Tywin Lannister's dog. Would it be so different for his bethrothed? Nothing could stop Tywin Lannister from giving that command, not even the blood of his own being spilt. Robb spat his answer, "They were butchered in their sleep."

"On the orders of Tywin Lannister. And the years have not made him kinder," Catelyn took his hand. "If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, your betrothed dies, we die."

There was fear in Robb's voice but there was a strength as well. He vowed, "Then I will not lose."

XXV – Elyana

Elyana sat on the makeshift bed in the tent she had been designated, reading a tome about warfare. Her current dwelling was certainly a far cry from any other she had stayed in and she often questioned whether 'dwelling' was the right word for it. It was childish but she already missed the feathered pillows and fur covers in her chambers, she missed the perfumes and pretty dresses she had and most of all, she missed Winterfell. We're at war now, she tried to reason with herself, there is no place for luxuries at war. With a huff, she rose and placed the tome on one of the tables. Perhaps Lord Umber was right in questioning her, what did she know of war? All she had done so far was bark commands for other people to fulfil for her. Another question lingered in her mind, was she even fit to be Queen? The answer didn't matter, it was too late for her to turn back now. She had a duty, a duty to the realm and all those she loved.

How she would fulfil that duty did not seem clear though. Elyana was not delusional, she knew that there was more to war than merely fighting ones enemies and victory. If she was to be victorious then what would come next and what was the price? She could not see a future of hers where she did not suffer great loss, after all her father was already gone and if kings could die so easily then no man would be spared. What she needed was a guarantee that once they truly enter the war, no more lives would be taken unjustly. Elyana circled the table like a vulture, hoping that in doing so perhaps an idea would appear before her like prey. She had allies and once she married Robb, she would have the North and perhaps the Riverlands but that was not enough. Only some of the lords from the Crownlands and Stormlands offered their support. If an end to injustice was what she wanted then absolute unity was what she needed. Elyana stopped in her tracks with her mouth agape, if perhaps she was to petition her Uncle Renly for support then the combined forces of the North, the Stormlands, the Riverlands and the few houses from the Crownlands could overthrow Joffery and dispose of the Lannisters. Of course! She was a fool for not thinking of it sooner, she and Renly had always been close and he had to consider following the leader most of his lords already had. In a haste, Elyana scrambled to find paper and quickly began to write a letter to her uncle.

Dearest Renly,

By the time word reaches you, news must have already spread. As Robert's only and eldest daughter, the throne is mine by birthright and as of recent, I have risen above the title of princess to that of queen. Forgive me, dear uncle, for not sending word earlier for I have made pacts with many lords from your lands. Some of our friends have thrown their lot in with me and for that I ask for you forgiveness. I should have come to you earlier, I should have sought out your aide directly but times have been both dangerous and difficult. Uncle, you are my blood and I ask that despite my indiscretions, we work together in this coming war. I believe that our joint force and combined strength will be enough to liberate this realm from the grasp of the Lannisters. Be swift and cautious in your response uncle for there are many who strive to destroy the Baratheon name. Until then, I shall await your word and hope for alliance between us.

With all my love,

Elyana

"Elyana!" A voice called from the other side of the tent, making her jump in fright. The letter was nothing to be kept secret but at risk of betrayal, Elyana ensured to hide it. She folded the paper gently and placed it within the tome she was reading before, on the morrow she would see that it was sealed and sent. "El, it's me."

She didn't recognize Robb's voice at first but quickly went to the entrance and greeted him with a small smile that quickly fell, "Oh, Robb, I thought you another. I was just writing a letter to my uncle for his support… You look troubled."

"May I come in, El?" His voice was low and sensing that something had happened, she nodded and let him in. "Our men captured a Lannister scout."

Elyana let out a surprised laugh, "That's wonderful! Did you ques-"

"I let him go."

"You what?" Elyana followed him as he walked to the table, placing a hand on it and staring at it intently. Gently placing a hand on his arm, she came in closer with a look of confusion upon her face. "Robb, my love, why did you let him go? He will surely report to his superiors, they will be one step ahead of us now… Tywin will know our plans, he will slaughter us all."

He turned to her and looked upon her affectionately, "Do you trust me, El?"

"I trust you with my life, Robb. With all I have and all I ever will have."

"Then trust in what I have done. We cannot become our enemy despite what Lord Umber and all those who share his mindset think," There was a pang sadness in his voice, "My father taught me of mercy and honour and courage."

Elyana smiled fondly at his words and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss upon his cheek, "Your father is a wise man. As are you, Robb. I trust your judgement and have faith in your actions."

"You are one of the few then, my Queen," Robb gave her a charming smile, one that she had loved from the moment she had seen it. They had shifted in such a way that Elyana was now leaning against the table and Robb was in front of her. Still smiling, his fingertips ran up her forearm and once he reached her face, his thumb ran along the curve of her cheekbone. Then he leaned in, his lips parting slightly before they met her own. Their lips moved in unison and they were once again one. It was a soft but urgent kiss and when Robb pulled away, Elyana leant in again for more but he only chuckled. "Wait, now, my Queen."

"Don't make me wait, Robb Stark. I grow tired of waiting," Elyana said her words melodiously, in a teasing singsong manner.

Robb chuckled again and cupped her cheek with one hand, "Perhaps we should not wait any longer then. I once thought that we should wait for a proper time, when all is well and those we love are returned to us but I do not think that there will be such a thing for some time."

Elyana's eyes grew wide, "Are we truly speaking of the same thing now, Robb?"

"I don't want to wait for anyone or anything else to dictate how we will be," He now cupped her face as he smiled down at her. "So yes, El. If you are talking of marriage then we are truly speaking of the same thing. I can't wait any longer, not when the risk of losing you is stronger than ever. Tomorrow or the day after or four bloody days from now, you will be my wife."

Elyana could not contain her excitement and a large smile broke out on her face, "I'll be your wife."

A/N: It's taken a very very long time but it's safe now to say that the wedding and all that comes with it is coming incredibly soon! There will also be some pretty interesting (or at least, I find them interesting) interactions coming up between some beloved and not so beloved characters that have been super fun to write!

For metaladdict and all those wondering about the inheritance laws – assuming the laws of ASOIAF/GoT aren't that different from the actual laws of inheritance, since Robert had no trueborn male heirs and Elyana is his eldest trueborn daughter, the throne is hers. Stannis and Renly (who you will totally see again in later chapters!) do have some claim although that of the King's child is the strongest. So, essentially, El is like Elizabeth I, Catherine II of Russia, Isabella II of Spain, Mary I of England, Mary I of Scotland and many many more queens! Hope that clears up the inheritance confusion! :)

On another note, thank you for all the lovely reviews/follows/faves! To see you guys are enjoying it is the greatest and most motivating thing ever! I only hope I can continue to entertain! Do leave a review and let me know your thoughts on what's to come! Hope you're all as lovely as ever! x