"And this is the King in the North."

Robb held his head high as he looked to the Queen in front of him. He had not seen the Iron Throne before, but here it stood. The chair looked uncomfortable and cold. It was everything that Robb had never wanted as a King. The masses of people had been seen to by the Queen, but Robb and Isabelle had waited until last to have their queries aired.

"Was," Robb responded in a gruff voice.

He remained still, Isabelle clutching tightly to his arm with her eyes closed. She was dreading what was about to happen them. The Queen Daenerys was a beautiful woman: there was no denying that. She had long platinum hair which hung down her waist; her skin was as pale as snow, and her eyes vividly alive.

"The Northern half of the Kingdom is yours, my Queen," Robb continued. "I only ask for Winterfell to be restored so that I can take up my rightful place as Lord of Winterfell."

"Your father fought against my father. How do I know that I can trust House Stark again?" Daenerys wondered.

"That was a long time ago," Robb replied. "My father's sister had been stolen from him. He did what he could to bring her back. He never asked for your family to be harmed."

Daenerys remained silent, shifting in her seat slightly. Robb was grateful that the Throne Room was empty. He did not need anyone else to question what he said. Robb had not been there during Robert's Rebellion. He could not be held responsible for what happened that day. He would not be held responsible.

"I was but a babe during that time." Robb said. "If everyone was held responsible for their parents' actions then the world would not be a good place."

Daenerys could not help but agree with him on that matter. He did speak some sense to her. She leant forwards in the chair and wondered what had happened to the couple in front of her. They looked nothing like royalty to her.

"And would you ask anything else of me?"

"Yes, my Queen," Robb continued and Daenerys cocked a brow. "I am wed to a lady from House Frey. I would ask for you to annul my marriage and have House Frey served justice for the crimes which they committed...along with House Bolton."

"And why would I do that?"

"House Frey and House Bolton plotted to murder me during a wedding feast. They betrayed my trust and cost me the war."

"And why did they plot this?" Daenerys continued.

"Because they thought that I was disloyal to them. I...Isabelle was married to Lord Bolton's bastard, but I fell in love with her. They thought that I had intended to run away with her and decided to push me."

"And were there concerns based on a true story?"

"No," Isabelle spoke. "Yes, I married Lord Bolton's bastard, but I was a girl of fifteen. I...Ramsay Snow...he was a cruel man, but he was my husband. I tried to do my best by him, but I did not know what more I could do. I faked my own death and escaped to Winterfell where I fell in love with Robb. I posed as a serving maid and he never knew my true identity. It was only when the war commenced my husband found out of my betrayal. He ordered for me to be returned to him."

Daenerys did her best to keep up with the story. Robb looked down to Isabelle and moved his hand down to squeeze hold of hers. She smiled up to him softly and Robb kept his lips in a firm line.

"And what had he done that was so bad for you to have ran from him?"

Isabelle shook her head. She could only show the girl and hope for mercy. Turning around, Isabelle pulled at the laces to her dress and lowering it from her shoulders. She dropped the gown to her waist, revealing her bare form. Robb stood in front of her, shielding her bare breasts from any man who dared to enter the room at that moment.

Daenerys stood up when she saw the scars on the girl's back. They were faint, but there was no doubt that her back had been marred.

"Ramsay took pleasure from flaying people," Isabelle called out and Daenerys stepped down from the Iron Throne. She moved slowly over to her, recalling all of the times she had seen slaves suffer the same fate.

"He flayed me when I begged for him to stop flaying the women in his staff," Isabelle continued. "He didn't take too kindly to that. He flayed me and I lost our child. It was then when I realised that I had to escape him. He used to chase girls into the forest for fun and rape them. It was then when he decided whether to let his hounds eat the girl or take them back to be flayed."

Daenerys moved a hand to run a finger down the scar and Isabelle shuddered.

"When he had me back with him...I promised not to disobey him. I promised that I would be dutiful so that Robb could keep House Bolton's support in the war to bring his family home. Doing that was harder than I had thought." Isabelle spoke. "Robb never wanted to be King in the North. He never wanted to be powerful. He just wanted his family. He wanted his family back safe."

Nodding, Daenerys understood the horror. The worst part was that she could understand the horror. She had seen it herself many times. Robb helped Isabelle dress once more, kissing her brow as Daenerys walked back up to the Iron Throne.

"I am sorry for what you have been through," Daenerys admitted to Isabelle. "Your husband sounded a horrible man."

Isabelle did not want to speak ill of Ramsay anymore. He had occupied conversation more times than she wished to remember. She kept silent for a while, recalling the man Ramsay had become in his final few months. Had she made him a better person? Had she done that? Isabelle did not know, and she did not want to dwell on it.

"I would protect the North for you, my Queen," Robb promised her suddenly. "I only ask that House Frey and House Bolton be punished."

"Yes," Daenerys mumbled. "I would have to speak with my advisors before I did anything. Why do you see them as a threat to you?"

"Walder Frey is a prickly man," Robb said. "I do not doubt he will try to have me killed in his sleep if my marriage is annulled."

"I should speak with this Walder Frey. He did not send men to help my cause...nor did House Bolton..."

"They are Lannister men," Robb responded. "I doubt that they would help, my Queen. I would have...but...I had no men...I had nothing...but the woman I wish to marry should you permit me it."

Daenerys dropped her hands to her lap and she nodded at Robb. She kept silent before standing and looking down with a kind and soft expression.

"Your tale seems a long one and I do believe there is more to it. I should like to hear of it...but I can grant that it would cause you distress."

"Ramsay has died," Isabelle said. "He died less than a moon ago when the Brotherhood without Banners encountered him. He can cause me no more pain. I will not allow him to do so."

"I am glad to hear that," Daenerys genuinely spoke. "Please, rest here this evening. I do believe you need a good night's rest. And I did acquire someone who may be of interest to you on my way here."

"Who?" Robb wondered.

Daenerys nodded to one of her unsullied guards. The door at the side of the Throne Room opened and a tall girl hesitantly walked in. Isabelle looked confused for a moment before she recognised the girl. Robb did the same, his orbs widening and then a small gasp escaping his smiling lips. The red haired girl looked older than when Robb had seen her last. Her face was pale and long, but she had his mother's looks. Black hairs covered the end of her hair, but her red hair shined through.

"Sansa," Robb spoke her name and Isabelle let him go, her hand urging him forward on his shoulder.

His sister picked her skirts up and ran; her smile quivering as she began to sob at the sight of her brother. She had never been so happy to see him before. Robb swept Sansa into his arms, holding her tightly to him as she clasped her hands around his neck. She buried her head into his shoulder.

"Robb...you're really here...Robb..." she continued to cry and Robb pulled back to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"I am here, Sansa," he promised her. "You're not alone now."

Pulling back, Sansa smiled to him, joy overwhelming him. He didn't say anything as Sansa looked to Isabelle, unable to believe who she was. She had heard the rumours of her brother and the future Lady of the Dreadfort. But here she stood. Sansa remembered the maid from Winterfell. She had noted how she always looked at her brother, but she never thought anything of it.

"Sansa, this is Isabelle. Do you remember Isabelle?"

"Of course," Sansa nodded. "But is she not...well..."

"Eleanor of House Bolton," Isabelle answered for her. "My husband died and I am widowed...but it is good to see you again, Lady Sansa. I am glad you are safe."

"Yes...you too...Lady..." Sansa trailed off, not too sure how she was supposed to address her.

Robb smiled at the endearing awkwardness before taking Isabelle's hand and holding it tightly in his again. Sansa latched onto his arm and they all looked to Daenerys again.

"I am happy to have reunited you with your family," Daenerys decreed. "One of my guards shall lead you to a guest chamber. You can spend the night there whilst I think of your wishes and do my best to see them through for you."

"Thank you, my Queen," Robb inclined his head and Sansa and Isabelle curtseyed before Daenerys excused herself from the room.

Isabelle watched as Robb hugged his sister in a one armed hug. Now all he needed was to bring the rest of his family home. Only then would he be complete again.

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