Most of the days after Michael's wedding were full of other celebrations and council meetings for King Ned and his queen and while life was thrown off-track, things were still peaceful and that was all they could ask for.

Once it was time for supper again in the Great Hall, Ned and Katherine entered a bit late and found the room humming like a hive with murmurs of different rumors for why they were late as they entered. Michael and Kenna's places at the high table were empty, but that was excusable for they were gone on their honeymoon.

Charlotte, however, had taken Michael's place at Ned's right with her husband Daveth, and the rest of their children were seated alongside each other by Katherine. Everyone stood when they reached the dais and Charlotte waited until they were seated, then walked behind them to stand between her mother's chair and his own.

Their daughter smiled pleasantly at a stressed-looking Katherine, and said, "Mother," she turned to look at him and smiled as well. "Father... Daveth and I have wonderful news to share with you."

"You do?" His wife's expression softened and a real smile lit her face. She lifted her goblet and took a small sip before asking, "What kind of news, sweet girl? I hope it's good."

Daveth had come to stand behind her, his usually hard face was warm and he smiled as he nodded. "You should tell them the good news."

"So it is good then?" He asked, turning slightly to look over at his daughter and son-in-law.

"Yes, of course, we have good news." Charlotte cheered happily, her hand coming to rest against her stomach. "We are going to have a child."

"How wonderful," Katherine quickly stood and closed the space between them to wrap her arms around her. "It is certainly a blessing after all of the hardships we faced before coming home. I cannot wait to be a grandmother."

Ned took his time with his own reaction, congratulating his son-in-law and then turning to his daughter. He couldn't be happier than to see the smile that graced Charlotte's face before she hugged him. "This is terrific news, little dove." He said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm not so little anymore, father." Charlotte chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"I suppose not, but this is good news all around." He said, grabbing his wine-filled goblet. "We shall toast to it, if that's what you both want."

"Yes, I thought it would be good news for all to hear. Especially now that things are peaceful," Charlotte said, stepping back to stand beside her husband again. "Daveth and I are overjoyed that our child will not only further our family but give hope to everyone."

His heart panged and he nodded in agreement. Charlotte reminded him so much of her mother, his strong queen, and he would forever be grateful for it. He gazed at her to his right and Katherine's eyes were bright and happy from the good news. She had always looked so lovely in the candlelight that he could scarcely believe she was real, and his own. Even after all of this time.

She took his hand as they looked out over the people of their court in attendance at the feast. They were not all friendly, and not all were good men. Some were honorable and others were fools, though they must see the value of their alliance with the royal house if nothing else.

"You all know that we are trying our best to keep peace in the kingdom," he spoke, raising his glass. "And although these past few years it has been come and go, we will persevere through it all and enjoy the peaceful time among us."

The high borns had likely all heard this news already, even if they hadn't seen the battles in person, but many still shouted, and a few stood and raised their swords. "To peace in GrandVista!" and "GrandVista!" filled the room.

Ned raised his hand, and, blessedly, the nobles had enough sense to sit and go silent after a bit of rustling. He spoke again, "While peace is momentous for us all, we have even better news to share. Your King and Queen are to be grandparents in the near future. Our daughter has blessed us with this wonderful news that we should all drink to!"

The faces in the room flashed to expressions of shock, disquiet, and in most cases, tentative approval of the furthering of the family line. The hall grew loud with unintelligible talk, then louder still as some commotion rang out from the corridors on each side of the hall.

A deafening cacophony of congratulations in two different tongues filled the room and Ne sagged with overwhelming relief. The men surging into the room from all sides were raising tankards and drinking horns, not weapons.

"We thank you all for your blessings during this happy time," Charlotte then called out, stepping forward, gracious and precious, and ever the politician.

The high table was soon surrounded by a laughing, drunken sea of men and women who came to the table in grinning groups to offer their congratulations to Charlotte and Daveth. After more wine and ale were brought in and cups filled, quite a few uncomfortable looking Northern lords picked their way through to congratulate them as well. It was obvious that some were offering only the most grudging of courtesies, but it was better than nothing.

Ned told himself that nothing was guaranteed, but there would likely be no mutiny tonight. Still, he did not feel at ease until he went to his captains of the guard and asked that they double their watches on each of his family members from MistHaven, along with his wife and children, as long as they were at GrandVista.

Then, he could finally breathe, accept the raucous toasts they were offered to his daughter and son-in-law, and drink with steady hands. He was sitting beside his wife, and that was enough to get through the feast.

They did not stay late. After the third course, Charlotte gave his shoulder a squeeze and pressed a kiss to her cheek before speaking to her mother and leaving. Katherine played her queenly role, smiling nicely at any toasts and sometimes even laughing at the bawdy jokes some foolish men made towards, all the while sitting up straighter than he ever had in his life.

While tipsy troops and twitchy lords congratulated them on their soon to be grandchild, his wife's fingers tangled with his under the trestle, his anchor in this storm. Then, when fruit in spiced honey was served, her little hand dragged his into her lap and pressed it through her skirts to the place where she burned hottest. It wasn't long after when she shoved back her chair and excused herself, knowing he would know where to find her.

As the feast dredged on, he picked at more food as it was brought to him and drank his fill before making his way out of the hall. The last few goblets of ale and wine had caught up with him as the hours by the time walked a little unsteadily through the corridors to his chambers. The guards posted outside, who normally only nodded at him when he came and went, for once grinned and thumped him on the shoulder with a toast of good faith on the news of his soon-to-be grandchild as he went inside.

Katherine was sitting in nothing but her long, red silk dressing gown by the fire, unbraiding her hair. There was a tray of food in front of her, a bowl of stew that she would usually have when she didn't feel well and a loaf of cheese bread.

She fairly glowed in the firelight, and as she worked her fingers through the intricate style, she got softer and softer looking as it fell. He was tempted to go help her, as he often did, but tonight it felt lazily delicious just to watch her at it while he started on the buckles of his armor.

"You took a while," he said mildly as he pulled his outer layers off and sat down a little clumsily in one of her chairs to take off his boots.

She looked at him, all amusement. "Are you drunk?" She giggled.

He grinned and thunked a boot on the floor. "A 'bit. There were a lot of toasts for our family tonight."

She unhooked the silver stag clasp at the back of her hair, making her breasts stand out as she raised her arms, and when she dropped them, that silk robe opened almost to her navel.

"There were a lot of well-wishers at the feast tonight," she said, nodding. "Not all the ones I'd have liked, but things went well. They could have gone worse."

"Ah, yes," he said and managed to get up and stand behind her in his bare feet, taking up her silky dark mane of curls in his hands. "I suppose it did."

Running it through his fingers was like letting cool stream water flow over his hands. He took over with the last few braids, unwinding them one at a time from her temples. He could see right down the front of her robe, to where the skin was soft as moth wings.

In just a few minutes, he knew he'd kneel in front of her, as she'd asked for so many times, but to push aside the silk and kiss his way up between her thighs. He'd spread her open, make her gasp and tremble until he was groaning with it himself, and then he'd take out his cock and fuck her properly like he did most nights. He was hard just thinking about it.

He touched her forehead slowly, feeling the warmth of a fever under his hands and sighed. "Gods. You're burning up. Are you feeling alright?" He asked.

She huffed out a little laugh. "Oh, I know. That's why I retired early and am sitting by the fire to keep warm. I still have my soup to eat." Then she looked curiously over her shoulder.

He started on her final braid. The exotic scent of the oils she used on it was making him feel a little dizzy. He could just kneel at her feet right now... the braid slipped between his fingers like a pulled rope as she turned, intrigued at his tone. "You do?" he asked sadly.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I didn't refuse you," she said, rolling her eyes as she went to hold the bowl near her face. "I just said I want to eat first."

He shook his head, "You should keep your strength up. Eat away," he said, licking his lips. "I enjoy my view from here of you."

"Do you now?" She asked, taking a large spoonful of stew into her mouth. "Mmm.. this is delicious. The meat tastes different than usual."

"Does it?" He asked, suggesting she give him a bite.

She slowly brought it to his mouth and he licked his lips to make sure he got a good taste. "I think it's a turtle. At least that's what I heard."

"I've never had turtle before," she said, taking another spoonful. "It's rather good. Did you know that turtle is a supposed aphrodisiac?"

"That's rather bawdy for a respectable queen to say, wouldn't you think?" He joked, chuckling as he pulled her closer to him, but not before he placed her stew down.

"What do you mean? I am a respectable woman," she said punctually as she sat up straighter, glancing at him a furrowed brow. "I am your queen."

"Are you now?" He chuckled. "Sitting here with your hair loose and your nipples staring me in the eye like the size of cherries."

"You are a bit drunk," she giggled shaking her head. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Aye." He looked owlishly at her hair as if that could distract him from the track he was on. As if anything could distract him from a track he got on. "But that's never stopped me before."

"No," she blushed. "It hasn't," she continued, putting her little hands on his tunic and giving him a push onto his feet. "Bolt the door.

Ned half-stumbled but managed not to land on his arse as he stood. She strolled past him, the robe billowing open to show her legs. Her commanding tone had always made him so hard that his breeches felt like they would likely burst open. He quickly bolted the door and went to lay on the edge of the bed. She stood between his open knees and then climbed up to sit on his thighs.

"I've never loved anyone or anything the way I love you," she continued, her eyes fierce and azure in the dark chamber. "Not ruling, or dreams of home, or even myself. Nothing." She tugged at the hem of his tunic and he eagerly dragged it over his head. He pushed the edge of her dressing gown off the curve of her shoulder, revealing perfect white skin. She moved over him to kiss his neck, making him arch up into the silkiness of her hot bare skin and her gown. "But you," she whispered into his ear, "I would choose every day for a thousand years. You are good," she said, kissing her way down his neck with each word, "and strong." She kissed him at the notch of his throat. "You have the noblest heart of any man I've known." She kissed him on the sternum. "You are so beautiful you take my breath away." Then she kissed him on the scar over his chest and shoulders. "And you are magic." She kissed him on each of the half-healed scars on his belly, saying, "You are so like me," and then she rose up over him to look at him with tear-shiny eyes. "And you are so different that I have always wanted to spend every day of the rest of my life beside you."

Her words made his lungs stall, so he grabbed her by the shoulders and drew her mouth to his so he could breathe again. To be loved so much was nigh unbearable. Her tongue slid smooth and slick against his, curling in deep, and made him groan with hunger. Being chosen, being wanted, by her, of all women-he would never get used to it, and he would never stop adoring her for it.

She whimpered into his open mouth and kissed him deep and thorough like it was the last chance she'd get to do it. He cupped the delicate back of her neck, then slid his hands down her arms, pushing the robe down to her waist. She shrugged out of it as he stroked the velvety skin of her back, then as the robe whispered to the floor, he stroked her arse and then reached between her legs to find her so wet she was dripping for him.

She made a delicate hum when he found her little pearl and circled it, she made a feral sound better suited to Sterling. He lifted her thighs to urge her up the bed to kneel over his face. He could feel her getting more swollen and delicious, wetter and tighter as his mouth devoured her. He tapped his tongue on her pearl while stretching her open, then stroked that rough little place on the front of her walls. She grew slicker and trembled, then her breath sped up into a rhythmic pant, and she was writhing and shuddering as she came.

Her hips were still thrusting in aftershocks against his fingers when he withdrew his hands and flipped her onto her back. He shucked his breeches and other clothes in a desperate hurry, and then crawled up to her, thrusting her thighs apart with his knees. Her eyes were shining like hazy stars. He took his cock in hand and thrust himself into her with a shocking sound from his own mouth.

He closed his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of her, but he couldn't get close enough to her now. Not even inside her, and he wrapped his arms around her back to hold her as close as humanly possible. She was warm and pulsing with life, strong and delicious around him. He pressed his cheek to hers, the wetness on their skin may be sweat or tears, and drove into her.

There was a knock on the door as his hand came to rest over her mouth and he turned to gaze at the wood door. "Yes?" He called out and he tucked his hips down to catch the angle she liked best, as he reached up for one rosy nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "What is it?"

"It's only me, Lady Greer. The chef wished to know if the queen enjoyed her stew?" The soft voice of his wife's chambermaid came through the door and he nearly burst out laughing there are the smirk he could feel against his palm on his wife's face.

"Yes. Yes. She enjoyed it," he said, feeling lightheaded as she tightened around him. "Goodnight, Greer."

The will to restrain himself left him, his thrusts growing faster until the bed rocked from the force of the movement, his breath coming in rushed, ragged pants. He wanted to fuck her for hours, to lose himself in that sweet warmth of hers, but he was already prepared to spill before he'd even started.

Katherine's behavior didn't help; all decorum had gone from his wife now. On each thrust, she gave a soft, throaty moan, her prior release having rendered her oversensitive. Her breasts bounced beneath his chin, and Ned chose to bury his face there, taking one in hand and kissing it harshly. He could feel his peak coming, building up to the overflow, and on a whim, he pressed his lips into hers, the hair on his chin scratching her bare face, his jaw outthrust to kiss her more aggressively.

The fire crackled wildly behind Ned as he came, groaning into her mouth, spilling himself deep in her with a perfect abandon. The sensation was blinding, fantastic, no room for his tact or his guilt or his hate or anything else at all. For a minute, he just laid there, still thrust to the hilt, her breasts pressing into his chest.

Finally, he found the strength to roll over onto his back, mouthing some expletive he didn't put a voice to. As the pleasure ebbed away, he was left with only satisfaction, only the desire for warmth and sleep that laid right at his fingertips.

Katherine pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering him where he lay next to her. Outside, the wind blew, calm and cooling. He rolled to his side and draped an arm over her waist as she pressed her face against his neck. He could breathe in her scent forever— lavender and lemon-honey.

He brushed his fingers over her cheek, smiling at how she seemed to already be asleep. The king then closed her eyes and let sleep take him.

Leaning back in her rocking chair, the soft lullabies that she loved wafted from Queen Katherine's lips. Her hand stroking the chubby back and head of her son as he fed from her breast. She concentrated on the song, trying to ignore how her beloved little Ned would occasionally bite down on her nipple. A natural occurrence as he teethed, though her son was far less… vicious as some of his older siblings had been.

Her husband's ministrations in that region were far more pleasing, which reminded her of that morning blessedly.

"It shocks me that you do this yourself," said one of her ladies in waiting. Elizabeth Fitzgibbons may have been the bastard daughter of the Lord of some lordship from the south she couldn't recall and thus not as august as the trueborn daughter of the crown she was, but she had the arrogance and love of luxury that would make even Katherine blush. "You're the wife of the King. Wet nurses wouldn't be hard to find."

"I like doing it myself, and don't forget, Ned is merely the husband of the queen if you want to be technical here." She shot back. Elizabeth was a good lady in waiting and fun enough to tolerate her eccentricities, but in this, she went too far. "I love all of my children and fed them myself. No other pair of breasts will my children touch if I have a say about it.." Her son began to fuss, so she pulled him off her breast, cooing and patting his back.

Elizabeth only smirked. "Until he grows up. With the blood of the stag and the bull… I doubt he won't have girls flocking to him the second he can walk."

She gave her another glare. "Bite your tongue. One whoremonger in my brother Howie is enough for our family." Even at her brother's age, her prince brother was notorious for dozens of heartbroken women and men in his wake - Katherine was sure he had two or three bastard children running around in the city already.

"I tell you again, I must meet this brother of yours whenever he makes another visit. He sounds like quite a good time." The toothy grin Elizabeth sent her only made her shake her head, laughing.

Luckily Katherine- now rocking her son softly to sleep - had covered her breast, for Ser Gerold walked into the chambers to hold the door open. Behind walked in her husband, Ser Scott trailing behind him. At once Elizabeth stood and curtseyed - she did so as well, though her movements slow and not as smooth as she held her son in her arms.

"My queen," Ned bowed in return, nothing if not respectful. The perfect king and husband. "Gerold, Scott, wait outside."

She understood his tone. "Elizabeth, you're dismissed as well. Go enjoy yourself." Licking her lips, the girl curtseyed graciously - swiping a money purse off an end table as she left ahead of the King's Guards. As the door closed, they were alone. "How was the Small Council meeting?" A sigh left her husband. "That bad?"

Usually, she would sit on the meetings whenever possible, but when she didn't they always discussed matters of state afterward together.

"Worse. We received word that Lord Moorton has been dead for a few days and hadn't left any formal writing of a successor since he has no children, but has many lingering family members who want the ancestral seat." He sighed, shaking his head. "We are to propose a successor." His eyes drifted to little Ned, his namesake, who was sleeping peacefully. "May I hold him?"

Smiling softly, she outstretched her arms. "I can't deny you the gift of holding your son."

Gently taking the baby in his hold, Ned bounced with him, speaking softly as he stroked his cheek. Here was the mighty Ned Banks, said to be one of the greatest warriors, reduced to a sentimental maiden by his children. It was the same with all of them, and it warmed her heart.

"It's a beautiful sight, you an a babe in your arms." She said, smiling at him.

"I thank you for such kind words," he said and pressed a kiss to their son's forehead - underneath the wisps of golden hair. "I love you, my son." Gently, he handed him back to her. "He's growing strong."

"That he is. A true blessing from the Gods." Still able to read her husband well, she noticed him rather nervous. "Is there something else you've been meaning to tell me?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, sighing deeply, Ned took a seat in the plush chair beside her. Reaching out to put a hand on her knee. "Since we have to propose a new western lord, many of the small councilmen have suggested we attend the tourney to do such in person."

She blinked, confused. "Did you agree to attend?"

"Not formally, but I did agree with the councilmen." He said, shrugging. "I told them I would speak with you first."

There was silence. Nothing but the wafting of the wind blowing from Shipbreaker Bay and the soft squirms of their son in her arms. No sound left Katherine, while Ned waited just as quietly for an answer.

What had to be several minutes passed before she finally responded. "And the tourney is supposed to be for…?"

"To make the announcement to the other smaller lords that will be there," he replied. "Whoever we name will be their liege lord. I thought it might be best to do so during a joyous event."

She nodded. "I suppose you may be right," she said, glancing down at their son. "I suppose some of the children will want to come along with us."

"Do you wish for them to stay behind?" He asked, his eyes fixating back on her.

"The little ones, yes, but the rest may make their own decision." She said simply. "They are far old enough to do so."

He nodded. "I'll write up a letter to the regent in Shadow Lake and tell him of our impending arrival to the tourney in a moon's turn. That should give us enough time to find a suitable match for the liege lord."

"Yes, it should." She said, nodding. "Do you think Michael will joust in the tourney?"

"It's likely." He said, glancing at her. "You mustn't worry so much about him. He's a strong lad."

"I worry more than I should, I know, but he was just this small not too long ago," she said, looking back down at their youngest child in her arms. "I can't help but worry about him. It's only been a few moons since his attack. Is this a good idea?"

He moved closer to her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I share a few of your fears as well and will have Maester Samwell check on him beforehand and afterward if he chooses to joust, but he is a man now. A married man in that regard," he chuckled slightly, shaking his head. "We cannot stop him."

She grimaced and glanced up at him. "I know," she muttered. "But will you speak with him anyway?"

"Aye, I'll have him summoned out his marriage bed to my solar when I return," he chuckled, making a joke.

Her eyes glared at him. "Must you remind me…?" She hissed, his joke not settling well on her.

"Sorry, my love. Only a joke. I don't know for certain if he is truly there," he said, shaking his head.

"He's your son," she rolled her eyes. "I expect no less of him considering… our honeymoon."

"A pleasant memory that I think about often," he said, winking at her with a grin on his face.

She smiled, licking her lips. "I can see it now," she whispered. "Do you remember?"

"Aye. You were still very… shy." There was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. "And worried about others gossiping about us."

"I was still a naive girl," she chuckled. "I was worried about my image and the servants' gossip. I don't believe that stopped you from trying in open spaces."

"You are right. It did not." He hummed, tucking his face into her warm neck. "Nothing has tamed the fire inside me for you."

She giggled and then shook her head. "Didn't you say you had to compose a letter, Your Grace?"

"Aye," he sighed. "I did. I'll be going then."

She nodded. "Will you take him to the nursery on your way back to your solar?" She asked, glancing upon him.

"Of course," he said, scooping the little boy out of her arms. "Do you want me to send for a meal to be brought up?"

"That would be wonderful," she said, leaning back into the sitting couch. "I have some things to straighten out and letters of my own to draft up."

"I will see you at the dinner feast then, my queen," he said, before standing up and disappearing towards the nursery. "You should begin to prepare for our travels as well."

"Sounds like a plan, my king," she said, smiling at him from where she sat.

Just sitting there for what seemed like hours, Katherine finally stood. Walking across the room, she poured her favorite red wine out of the flagon to pour it in her goblet. Bringing it to her lips, draining the entire goblet. Moving to fill the glass again, the door opened and she heard a servant come and go.

When she turned around, there was a tray of food left on the table and she smiled when she saw that Ned had personally asked for her favorite stew to be brought up.

He was the perfect husband.

The next morning, Greer quietly woke Katherine at dawn. She attempted to slip out of Ned's embrace without waking him, but he was such a light sleeper that her movements inadvertently woke him. The two women could only stifle their giggles as her husband swore and pulled the blanket up to his chin, embarrassed to be found naked and in bed with his queen despite the many years together, his arm moving across her chest to shield her nudity as well.

"Shall I stay to help prepare your graces for the meeting this morning?" The chambermaid asked, her lips pulled upward in a smile she obviously was trying to keep from fully forming.

"No, I think we'll manage," she chuckled, pulling Ned's arm from her and sitting up, the blanket falling from her breast to her lap. "Please ensure some food and drink are brought to the council room so that everyone may eat if they are hungry. We'll be along within an hour."

"Yes, your Grace," Greer replied with a slight bow, then left the couple alone.

"That's one hell of a way to wake up," Ned huffed, rubbing his hand across his face and through his hair before sitting up.

"You'd think you'd get used to it," she giggled, flipping the blanket off her bottom half and standing from the bed to make her way toward her armoire. "She always comes to wake me and help prepare me for the day." She glanced back at him and smiled, amused to find him staring at her arse. "Well come on, Ned Banks, we've got a meeting to get to. You can look at my behind later."

His eyes immediately met hers and he turned red at being caught before he quickly hopped out of bed and scrambled around for his own clothing. Katherine laughed and busied herself with getting dressed. They got ready in companionable silence, Ned coming over to her once he was fully dressed to help with her hair. She admired the style when he was done- it was very similar to the braids she wore when they had first gotten married.

"It's not as fancy as your normal styles, but at least it doesn't look like a blind child did it," Ned offered with a small laugh. "I hope you like it."

"I love it," she said, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Come, let's not keep everyone waiting."

They walked arm in arm to the council room, both pleased to find all of their council there, though none were seated. It appeared no one had been waiting a long if the tired faces were anything to go by.

Still, everyone turned to face them when they entered the room and stood in respect as Ned guided her to her seat. His hand and eyes lingered on hers as he helped her to sit before making his way to the other side of the table.

Once everyone else was seated, Katherine gently cleared her throat. "Thank you, everyone, for being here. I'd like an update on the state of everything before heading south."

"Still no word from the guards we sent to clear the Kingsroad to the port. They should send word soon," Lord Andrew was the first to speak. "As soon as I have more information, I'll send a coded raven to the marching party to update you."

That was disappointing.

While Katherine didn't expect any rebels or enemies to strike anytime soon, no one ever saw a plot truly coming if it was plotted well. It was still disconcerting to not know the exact location of half their troops.

"Very well." She replied. "Lord Leith, what of your projects?"

"Your Grace, I have sent word to my few of my trusted friends left within the Westlands to find any rumors or slander against our candidates for the liege lord," Leith reported, sitting up a little straighter in his chair as he spoke.

"Good," she praised her spymaster with a single word, and he gave a slight nod in thanks. "That's wonderful news." She turned toward Lord Andrew, their lord of war. "We will need all guards who haven't yet to be refit with new armor before we leave today."

Lord Andrew nodded in agreement. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ned interrupted.

"Queen Katherine and I were interested to know if you'd be able to make her some armor as well," he said, looking directly at the man. "At the moment when she walks around, she has no protection other than her guards."

"I… well, yes! That's a splendid idea." Lord Andrew replied enthusiastically as Katherine glared at Ned. She had wanted to approach the man herself and not in front of their entire council. She could see the other lords smirking from their seats and she wanted to smack the stupid expressions from their face. "I'll sketch up a few ideas on the ship and get your measurements. It'll be the first thing I had ordered for you when we get to the Westlands."

"Thank you, Andrew." Katherine nodded. She took a few measured breaths through her nose, reminding herself that Ned was only trying to help her and that she had even agreed to the armor. When she had calmed, she looked at the lords once more. "Does anyone have anything else?"

No one spoke up or moved, so she decided to end the meeting for them to go on their way for their travels.