Ok I need to sincerely apologise for the lack of updates since November. I went on a five week holiday over Christmas and did not take my laptop, and when I got back I've been focusing on attempting to get a job and get myself ready for university this year.

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So here is an update, sorry for any mistakes in it. Thank you so much for the support for the story.

Also wow I am so sorry, my internet cut out and it must have deleted so here is the chapter I am so sorry. My laptop keeps disconnecting to the wifi so there must be something wrong with my laptop, yikes. I am so sorry.

XXVI

ROBB

DRAGONSTONE was an intimidating structure, Robb Stark gazed up at the dark castle as the little boat rowed toward the shore. His wife was seated just in front of him, wrapped up in warm furs as the climate was much too cold to what she was used to. The wind ruffled his hair, he had not bothered to tie it back even though it irritated him.

"This is it," Dacey Mormont murmured in amazement. "The Targaryens never do things by half, do they?"

"No," Robb Stark was standing as they continued to row toward the shore.

"I wonder how Queen Daenerys feels about you being the first to step foot on her Dragonstone," Arya finally spoke up, looking to the row boats that followed them.

"I am sure that she will not be too mad," Zhalli spoke up. She was coming down with an illness, her throat was closed making her voice husky. Her nose was also stuffed, she was coughing violently, and Robb found himself worried.

A simple cold could kill anyone, he was worried that his wife that he had only been with for a few full moons would die. The two of them were yet to have any children, if he was to lose her he would need to start again to find another wife. Reaching out to comfort her, Robb ran his fingers over the top of her head and she turned around. The tip of her nose was red and her eyes watered, her face pale.

"You will need to rest," Robb finally told her. "This illness could kill you."

Zhalli coughed violently, her body shaking. "You'll have to get a Maester to look at her," Dacey finally told Robb. "Where are you going to find a Maester? It looks as though Dragonstone has been abandoned."

"It is fine," Zhalli croaked, holding up her hand. "I will survive this," she coughed again. The sound was awful to listen to, she struggled with the illness that she had suddenly come down with.

"I am sure that you will," Smalljon assured her as the boat touched against the shore. Zhalli was the only one who did not have her balance, so she lurched forward, and Robb reached forward to help his wife.

The water was icy, Robb hissed as soon as the water began to soak his boots. He would not allow his wife to touch the water, she would only chill even further. Pulling her into his arms, he helped her to the beach and away from the water. She stood beside him, leaning against him as she coughed and sniffled. It was possible that he could turn and head to the keep, to go inside to the warmth. But it would be an insult to Daenerys Targaryen and even Aegon Targaryen, they had a right to see the home of their ancestors first.

"Here she comes," Zhalli muttered under her breath as Daenerys was helped onto the shore by her husband, Khal Drogo.

"This is it," Daenerys said, awe in her voice as she stared at the place her ancestors had built centuries before.

"Yes," Robb watched as she moved up the beach, boots sinking into the ground. Daenerys had dressed in a coat also, it seemed the people who had lived in Essos for most of their life could not handle the sudden change in temperature. It was a little amusing to him and he looked down at his wife, wondering how she would fare when they headed North.

"I…" she suddenly crumbled, Khal Drogo was there to help her, pulling her into his arms.

Robb watched as Aegon Targaryen had a very similar reaction. He stared up at the structure of Dragonstone, jaw open a little and he was moving quickly. He came to stand not too far from Daenerys, he looked over at her and their eyes wet. There was a bonding experience between the two of them, it was something that none of them could understand. The two of them were the last Targaryens, discounting Daenerys's three sons, who had their home stripped away from them when they were only young. So, to have Dragonstone and the rest of Westeros within their grasp, Robb could only imagine how they felt.

A dragon screeched overhead, and Robb looked up, watching as the three dragons circled over them.

"Let us go inside," Daenerys began to move. "Aegon," she turned to her nephew. "I believe that we should enter together."

"Together?" there as surprise on his face. Even Robb was surprised, Daenerys had been rather cold to her nephew.

"Yes," she offered him her hand. "This is the home of our ancestors. It belongs to the both of us," the two of them stepped forward. Daenerys placed her arm in his elbow and they began toward the entrance. Drogo followed behind them, revealing no emotion but that was not so odd for the man's character.

Robb moved toward his wife, placing a hand on her back. She looked up at him, studying his face. The two of them had grown much closer, he would not say it was love. But he did enjoy her company and he had respect for his wife, at least he did not loathe her. Often, he wondered if he could ever come to love Zhalli, like his mother and father.

There was deep uncertainty, but he had a war to focus on.

The walk up to Dragonstone was long, Robb wondered why they had made the walk so long. But as he heard another dragon screech, he knew there was an entrance for dragons and the riders would get closer to the castle. The entourage followed behind the two Targaryens, who seemed to glow as they moved closer to the dark castle. Robb found his stomach churning, wishing that he was home in Winterfell. But that would have to wait, as Daenerys and Aegon disappeared through the open doors to Dragonstone.

It appeared as if Dragonstone had been abandoned quickly.

Things had been left perfectly in place, other things had been left as though people had been using it before they had to leave. It was eerie, Robb shivered as he moved through the keep with his wife and his closest companions by his side. The keep was dark, the only light that came was from the small windows in the hall they were walking through. Robb imagined when all the sconces were lit with flames, he would be able to see what Dragonstone looked like much better.

It was then they got to the throne room, Daenerys and Aegon immediately ordered the pulling down of Baratheon paraphernalia. His wife relaxed into his side and they watched, as Daenerys sat herself on the throne and Aegon watched as the Baratheon belongings were collected.

"They will be burnt," Daenerys announced as the Dothraki collected everything that had once belonged to the Baratheon who had lived there.

"Good," Aegon glowered down at the objects. "I just wish the Usurper was here, so we could burn him too."

That did not sit right with Robb.

Robb wondered what had happened to Stannis Baratheon. He had heard no news from the man since he had abandoned Dragonstone to follow the Red Witch that had attempted to help him regain the throne from the bastard, Joffrey.

"Well, unfortunately he is dead," Daenerys ran her hands over the throne.

"Mama," a child cried and her second son Vorsakko escaped the arms of the woman who had been holding him. He hurried toward his mother, up the stairs and placed his hands on her knees.

"Oh, Vorsakko," she leaned down to lift her child onto her arms. "Do you like Dragonstone?"

"Yes," the child blinked as he looked around the dark throne room.

"Hm, me too," Daenerys pressed her mouth against the back of his head.

Robb wondered about having his own children. He looked down at his wife who appeared half asleep, her eyes were half open and she was resting against his chest. He looked to Khal Drogo who held his youngest son in his arms who was sleeping, his oldest son was standing behind him and staring at the throne. The throne would belong to him when his mother was to pass, or she was ready to step down. Robb wondered how the boy felt, knowing that he would become King of the Six Kingdoms.

He did not plan on bending the knee to Daenerys, he would never allow the North to become part of the Seven Kingdoms again. He was the King in the North and he was not going to let all the hard work and what the North had been through be all for nothing. So far, Daenerys had said nothing to stop their plan, but he would be wary not to trust her completely. If he did it was likely that she would prove she could not be trusted, and he would lose the North completely.

It was not something Robb was willing to risk.

The chambers offered to Zhalli and Robb were large. They were cold and dark, abandoned in much the same way that the rest of Dragonstone had been left in. The bed had sheets thrown to the floor, the pillows were scattered all around the bed. Zhalli moved, picking up a doll that had been carelessly thrown to the ground and turned her head to look at her husband.

"What would have made them leave so hurriedly?" She asked, gripping the doll in her hands as she stared around the chambers.

"I do not know," Robb replied. But Stannis Baratheon had abandoned the place, Robb just did not know the reason as to why.

"It is a strange place his," his wife placed her hand against the wall. "It is so cold, but it is warm all the same," she turned to face him. "This is an odd place."

"The Targaryens were an odd people," Robb replied as he moved toward the bed, picking up the sheets and the pillows. "Do you not like this place?"

"I do not know how to feel about it," she replied as she looked up at the ceiling. "Is your home much nicer?"

"Winterfell is warmer and homier," he answered honestly. "I prefer it over any other place in the world. But I am not sure how it has been treated since the Boltons took it, I can only imagine that they have not treated it well."

"You fear returning home?"

"I do," he admitted. It was not something he wanted to return to, in fact he was rather dreading what had become of his home. He could only imagine when his mother saw it she would give him nothing but grief, informing him he should have returned sooner.

Robb was left to wonder what the Targaryens were planning, what they were speaking of. He had been shown to his chambers, told that he would be called upon which he found insulting. He did not like the waiting, did not like that he had to wait to be informed.

"This place is so strange," his wife commented as she peered out the window of their chambers. "Is that Westeros?"

He moved toward the window, standing close behind her as he looked at the horizon. "Yes, that's Westeros," it was distance, he could not quite tell which part of Westeros but had to be a part of the Crownlands.

"It is large," she muttered in amazement. "Is that your home?"

"No," he smiled and moved away from her. "My home is much further North, and it is much further away, nowhere near the ocean."

"Oh," there was disappointment within the voice. "So it will be long since I see it?"

"Hopefully not too long," he took a deep breath. "I am hoping within the week we will set sail for White Harbour with an army, and that I will be able to take back the North for my family and Queen Daenerys."

"Hm," his wife pressed her lips together as she peered up at him. "Oh," she stepped back when she noticed a raven. "A letter."

Robb retrieved the letter from the raven, "I wonder if it is a summons."

"Do you hope it is a summons?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I do not like this waiting, it is frustrating to sit and wait here." Clearing his throat, he then looked down at her. "I apologise, I do not mean to sit here and complain to you."

"I do not mind," she stared up at him, eyes wide and brown. They held warmth within them, it made him feel good inside.

Robb opened the letter and found himself sitting on the end of the bed. It was from his goodbrother, Tyrion Lannister. He was informed that his sister had successfully given birth to twins, Mathew and Alivia Lannister. She was recovering well, Robb found himself very relieved that his sister was alive. Instantly, he stood up and decided that he wanted to search for Arya, he needed to tell her that Sansa was alright.

"Is it good news?" His wife asked, and he smiled at her, nodding.

"My sister has survived childbirth, it was twins," he stood from the bed. "I am relieved, but I must look for Arya. I have to let her know."

His wife nodded, looking toward the window again.

"You do not mind if I leave you?" He looked to his wife, feeling sorry for her that he had to leave. He was leaving her alone when she was in a foreign place.

"I do not mind," she smiled at him. He was struck by her, feeling drawn to her and wishing that he could remain with her. But he had good news, good news that he needed to share with Arya.

He did want to leave her with some sort of affection, he hoped that she would be thinking of him. He had grown to care for her during the time they had spent together, travelling to Westeros. Heading toward her, he reached out and tucked one of her curls behind her ear. Leaning down, he then pressed her lips to the middle of her forehead, comforting her. There was a little hitch in her breath that Robb liked, he liked knowing that he affected her, and he hoped that she knew she affected him too.

Turning from her, he then left their shared chambers to find his sister. There was no telling where Arya would be, his sister hid easily, most often she hid in plain sight. Robb would have a difficult time finding her, especially when Dragonstone had so many undiscovered locations he knew Arya could have gotten herself into. First, he needed Greywind, finding his direwolf would not be too difficult as his direwolf was never too far from him. He turned a corner and found Greywind stalking up the corridor, his yellow eyes meeting Robb's and he instantly began bounding toward him.

"Greywind," Robb greeted his direwolf, bending down to scratch behind the ear of the direwolf. "I need you to help me find Arya."

The direwolf tilted his head, his yellow eyes catching Robb's Tully eyes. He then turned, Robb rising to his feet and following his direwolf. They walked quickly, Robb wondered how Arya would feel about the news. They had not spoken much of their family, she had asked if they were safe and he had told her they were, then she had asked no more questions. So, Robb had not tried to force her to sit down and learn the news of the Starks.

Greywind came to a stop outside some chambers and Robb raised his hand, knocking. "What?" Arya demanded as she opened the door, glowering up at her brother. She looked as though she had just woken.

"I have news," Robb decided to move passed her.

"What news?" Arya frowned up at her brother, "Why do you need to tell me of the news? Surely you should tell your wife."

"She knows," Robb turned to face his little sister. "But I must tell you news of Sansa, and the rest of our family."

"Why do I need to know?" Arya pushed her fingers through her mussed hair.

"Because it is important you know, especially when we see them again," he sat down at the edge of her bed. "What do you wish to know?"

Arya shrugged her shoulders, "I suppose… start with Mother?"

"Well, Mother is safe in Riverrun with Rickon," Robb felt relieved to tell her. "I am sure she is doing well. The last I heard from her she was working on getting a bride for our cousin, Robert. I am not sure if she has been successful."

"Oh," Arya's shoulders slumped at the news.

"Sansa has remained married to Tyrion Lannister, much to mother's displeasure," Robb could not help but smile. "The two of them have managed to take the Westerlands from the Lannisters. Only loyal Lannisters remain, all other houses have sworn themselves to Tyrion or they have fled to King's Landing. Joffrey is furious," he smirked. "Our sister has also given birth to twins, Alivia and Mathew Lannister."

"I suppose he is not the knight that she wanted," Arya's mouth twisted. "But I am rather pleased that Sansa is married, and she has had children. But what of Bran?"

"I am unsure," Robb frowned. "His last known whereabouts were North of the Wall. He sent Rickon to Mother, told her that he would not return."

"Jon has not seen him?"

"Jon has not seen him," Robb smiled. "Our brother has become Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and he is doing well. I do not receive letters from him often, but when I do I learn he is fine."

"Good," Arya finally seemed to break. "I have missed everyone." Her mouth twisted, and Robb rose to his feet, heading over to his sister to wrap his arms around her and comfort her.

Robb was finally called to have a meeting with Daenerys. He was guided toward the war room in Dragonstone, there he was surprised to see Aegon sitting at the table. Daenerys was standing, she was staring out the windows at the ocean, staring at the coast of Westeros.

"Oh good," Aegon commented as soon as Robb stepped into the room. "You have arrived."

"I have," Robb looked between the two of them. "I suppose we have much to discuss?"

"We do," Daenerys turned around from where she was standing. "We have a lot to discuss."

"Where do you want to begin?" Robb asked as he came to stand at the end of the war table, glancing down at the map. His eyes drifted over it, landing on the North.

"We need to begin with this," she laid a letter flat on the table.

"What is this?" He demanded as he lifted the letter up.

Robb Stark,

I have your brother. Surrender to me, or he'll die. Ignore me and I will send another of his little fingers.

Ramsay Bolton

"There was a finger in the envelope," Aegon explained. "We thought it would be a threat to one of us."

"But it was a threat to me," Robb clenched his jaw. It could only be two of his brothers, Jon or Bran. He doubted that Ramsay had Jon, he wondered if he had Bran.

"You have to go North," Daenerys said to him, she stared into his eyes and he was surprised. "You have spoken of how you would secure the North for us, you must do it. Quickly."

"I understand," he nodded. "When do you want me to leave?"

"Immediately would be best," she was brash with her decision making. "The sooner we have the North, all the better for us."

"It will take some time to get everyone together," Robb told them. "They will not be happy, considering we have just arrived in Dragonstone."

"We cannot sit and wait around," Daenerys clenched her hands into fists. "If we are going to take back the Iron Throne, we need to ensure that we are quick about our decisions. We do not need anyone else learning about our plans," she pressed her lips together. "And do you not want to rescue your brother?"

He did. "I understand," he nodded his head. "I will do what I can."

"Good, good," Daenerys breathed in deeply. "I do not mean to rush you, I know it will be difficult, Robb Stark. But we must act quickly, I fear our enemies will know our plans."

"I know," he took a deep breath. "I suppose I must tell my wife we are leaving."

"Apologies," Daenerys finally said. "But Zhalli knows her duties, she knows that she is your wife and what that means. She will follow you, no matter what."

"I know," he looked between the two silver dragons. "I will see you both before I leave." He nodded his head at the two of them, turning and leaving.

Robb slowly came to a pause once he had left the war room. He pushed his fingers through his dark auburn curls. Now he had the opportunity to return to the North, and one of his brothers were in the hands of the Bastard Bolton. He could not leave his brother, he needed to return to the North as soon as possible. It bothered him that he had to gather everyone together, for them to return to the North. There was no time to rest of recuperate, or even get his wife acclimated to Westeros.

Instead they had to set sail once again.

Heading back up to his chambers, he entered and spotted his wife speaking with one of the women Dothraki. He stood to the side, watching them and waiting as servants cleared the chambers, he wanted to speak to her to let her know the news. Striding forward, he placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him.

"You have returned," she smiled and turned to the woman, saying something in Dothraki.

The woman nodded, said something to Zhalli and eyed Robb, before turning and walking away with the servants.

They cleared the room and she looked up at him, "What happened?" She asked him slowly, "You appear worried."

"I am worried," he sighed as he found himself wrapping his arms around her. It was comforting to have someone who he could share his worries with, who he could talk to. "We need to head North, as soon as possible. I have my orders," he smiled crookedly. "Queen Daenerys wants us to secure the North as quickly as possible."

"Oh," she looked out at the choppy waters. "Will we leave tonight?"

"No," he shook his head. "We will not leave tonight, instead we will leave as soon as we can get everything put together."

"Oh, of course," she nodded. "Will you leave to tell everyone?"

"I will have to," he pulled away from his wife, rubbing her arms with his hands as he stared down into her brown eyes. He could grow to love her, he wondered if his father had thought such a thing when he had stared at his mother in the beginning of their marriage. But the beginning of their marriage had a lot more trouble, his father had brought home a bastard son and his mother had given birth to him – they hardly had a chance to get to know her.

Not in the way Robb was getting to know his bride.

So far, his wife had shown no signs of being with child. He wanted her to be with child, he hoped that she had stopped taking the moon tea when he had asked. Though a child so early on in their marriage could cause issues, it was expected, and his parents had grown to love each other when they had a child so early on. He only hoped that he and his wife would come to love each other.

"I must go," he touched her cheek. "I will be with you later tonight."

"Of course," she nodded and slipped away.