I finally transfered this from AO3!

So, I decided to try a rare pairing…

Ned Stark/Daenerys Targaryen

if you don't wish to read this, then don't. I got this idea, and I just wanted to write something to let out some anger that I feel towards the creators of the show)

I am fully aware that I am a pervert if I am writing this so there is no need to remind me of my dirty mind in the comments. Truly I didn't wish to write this, but the idea was stuck in my head and then I saw other fics with this pairing and that is what made me write it.

So blame it all on other authors)

While I quietly forget about this and poor bleach into my eyes…

**sips the unsee juice**

(if you know the unsee juice bird meme then you understand)

Summary:

Ned Stark is smuggled out of King's Landing by Ser Davos by order of Stannis Baratheon.

But when Ned Stark realises that Stannis will not be a good king, he flees to Pentos.

Ned stumbles upon Daenery accidently. He offers her his services as an advisor. In return she will help Robb defeat the lannisters.

Daenerys arrives in Westeros right before the Red Wedding and they are able to stop it. Together they take King's Landing after Renly agrees to kneel to Daenerys in Order to keep Storm's End.

Notes:

Daenerys already has grown Dragons by season 1 (her timeline is pushed back to make her older than she is in the show, so here she is two years older than Jon and Robb).

Jon is not a Targaryen, he is Ashara Dayne's son with Ned Stark

Ned and Catelyn were not in love as they were in the show (because of the way she treated Jon)

The story begins a bit after the Red Wedding, the past will be explained in flashbacks.

Roose Bolton didn't betray the Starks here, only Walder Frey. (I have plans for him for later)

Renly is not dead yet

Chapter 1

(Robb)

The wind blew straight into his face as he stood with one hand around his wife.

He stood and watched a scene take place, that he thought he would never see again.

Once again he felt closer to Winterfell than he has in the past couple of years. All the memories of his father executing deserters from the Wall and other criminals flooded his mind. He once again felt like a little boy.

It was the first time he felt like this since he was crowned King of the North.

He missed the feeling, he truly did. But after years of war, and dozens of men's lives he has taken, he hated the feeling.

But it seemed that this feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon.

There was only one man capable of making him feel so small. And that man stood in front of him with a sword in his hand, ready to execute traitors.

He was happy to see the man. He thought him dead, but there he was looking more alive than he has in years.

Robb pulled his wife closer as his father, Eddard Stark, placed the tip of his new sword on the green grass of riverlands, right beside the chopping block.

Walder Frey's head was pressed onto the chopping block, clearly shivering, and murmuring something about mercy.

Robb exchanged a look with his mother and then his sister Arya. The girl arrived at Riverrun a few days ago with a Baratheon bastard, and the Hound, of all people. The last time he saw her she was wild and loud, now she was quieter and carried a weapon at all times. She was always near the Hound somehow finding his company enjoyable. She spoke with vile words, which clearly indicated that she spent too much time in the company of badly behaved men.

He snapped out of his thoughts when his father spoke.

"In the name of Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen, rightful queen of the Andals, and the first men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms, mother of Dragons, and breaker of chains, I Lord Eddard Stark, sentence you to die."

He didn't even let the old man say his last words as he swung the sword and cut the man's head off with one clean cut. A quick death, more than Walder Frey deserved.

His father handed his sword away to some squire and looked up to meet his eyes.

Now that he looked into his father's eyes he noticed once again that something was different, ever since he came back to Westeros with the Dragon Queen. His eyes were no longer quiet and peaceful, but rather wild and filled with passion and sometimes anger.

He even heard his mother say that he now had the same look in his eyes as his older brother Brandon.

Robb noticed that Arya didn't even flinch when Walder Frey lost his head, no, she looked almost happy with a slight grin on her face. Further proving that she changed.

He let Talisa leave to rest, while he walked to his mother who still looked worried.

But he supposed everyone did, ever since the Frey's attempted to kill them all at a wedding.

His mother looked at him sadly.

"I am glad that man is now dead. Even before this war, he was always a problem for the riverlands."

Robb nodded slightly.

Everyone's attention was then caught by the Dragon Queen. There was something about her presence that made everyone turn to her and look.

Daenerys slowly walked up to Ned Stark.

Robb couldn't hear their conversation, but whatever he said made the Dragon Queen smile. The white haired woman put a hand on his father's shoulder, and it lingered there for a little too long. Longer than it would be deemed appropriate.

He watched quietly as his father led the dragon queen in their direction.

When his father showed up with the Dragon Queen he didn't believe his eyes. His father never had anything good to say about Targaryens. So the fact that his father was helping the last Targaryen regain the throne he fought to take away in the first place, didn't settle well within his mind.

It wasn't the first time he saw his father and the Dragon Queen exchange touches and looks. Nothing inappropriate. But they always made Robb question the Queen's intentions with his father. The queen was clearly not ashamed of her body as her dresses always revealed a little too much. He wouldn't deny that he often thought of the possibility that Daenerys would try to seduce his father to gain the North's support. But he knew his father well enough to know that he'd never again dishonor his wife.

When the dragon reached them he tried to put on a stoic emotionless face, but after his wife was almost slaughtered along with his unborn child, he couldn't quite focus on anything else.

Robb's mother was the first to act, as she put her arms around her husband and let out a heavy breath.

His father wrapped his own arms around her, but unlike before the war his eyes didn't soften and his lips didn't turn up into a smile,instead he clenched his jaw and held his breath as though afraid of something.

The Dragon queen seemed to tense up as well, as a sharp intake of breath was heard from her slightly parted lips.

Now it became obvious to Robb that they were hiding something. And they were afraid of everyone finding out. If only he knew what his father was hiding.

But his father's eyes didn't betray his emotions.

The queen didn't show much emotions either.

So Robb was left wondering, what was it that they were hiding, and why.

When his mother let go of his father, the tension somewhat seemed to disappear as the queen smiled slightly.

"King Robb, I hoped we could discuss the future plans for this war, now that the traitors are dead."

Robb looked her straight into her eyes.

"I thought we already decided everything, your Grace."

They have already gone over the battle plans a few times since her arrival.

They would ally themselves with Renly, who agreed to take his place as Lord of Storm's End. Then they would defeat Stannis, and march to King's Landing. Once Daenerys had her throne, Robb would return North and his father would return as Warden of the North.

He wasn't exactly happy to lose his title as King, but if it meant peace, then he would gladly agree to return to Winterfell with his wife and soon-to-be born child.

The Queen took a deep breath before continuing.

"Yes. But we have not yet decided the line of succession of the Iron Throne."

Robb looked confused at her.

"What is there to discuss? You shall be Queen, and your children will be heirs. Or do you plan something different?"

Daenerys bit her lip before straightening out her face and replying.

"I would prefer if we discussed this in private."

Robb nodded.

"Alright then. I'll send someone to your tent after dinner. If it pleases, your Grace?"

Daenerys nodded once.

"Yes."

He smiled slightly trying to seem somewhat friendly. He did owe her his life after all.

She turned away and began walking, but stopped when she realized that ned Stark didn't follow her. She turned her head to him and raised an eyebrow.

Robb's father looked at him before turning to her.

"I'll catch up later, my Queen."

The mother of Dragons nodded and left.

Ned Stark looked at the ground for a second before looking back up at him almost sadly.

"I hope you don't mind that I executed him myself?"

Robb shook his head.

"I wanted to kill him, but I'll have many more others to kill. One old man won't change much."

They stood in silence for a few seconds until a quiet voice interrupted them.

"But that one old man almost did. He almost killed three Starks. Four if you count your unborn child."

They all turned to face Arya Stark.

Robb let out a heavy breath.

"But he didn't."

Arya nodded and then looked up from the ground with blank eyes that scared those that knew her as a child.

"No, he didn't. because he wasn't dangerous. Not really, unlike Tywin Lannister. Another old man, who you will be facing soon enough. He is smart, a good battle commander, and he has a big army. You shouldn't underestimate your enemies because of their age."

Catelyn leaned forward to her daughter and put her hand on Arya's shoulder.

"Do not worry about such things, child. Let the men worry about the upcoming battles."

Arya stepped away from her mother.

"I am no longer a child. I stopped being a child when I was forced to run from King's Landing, and starve while sleeping on the wet ground. And when I was forced to kill the rapists and killers I encountered."

Robb's mother seemed to lose any hope she had for her children at that moment. Her eyes were suddenly filled with sadness and regret.

As Arya walked away, probably to join Gendry, or ask the Hound to train her, he noticed his father's expression change.

At this moment there was only one thing evident in Ned Stark's eyes. Blame.

Robb knew his father blamed himself for what happened. While he only blamed the Lannisters and the southern lies and politics.

Robb looked at his sister in the distance.

"I'll go talk to her. We'll talk more at the meeting with Queen Daenerys."

His father nodded.

Robb would go find his sister and talk to her. She was not the only one who was forced to forget their childhood because of a war. Then he would go to his tent where Talisa was. He needed some peace and quiet. And those two things could only be found when he was alone with Talisa. He could forget about the war, even if only for a couple hours.

Then he would go and meet with the Targaryen Queen.

And perhaps he'll finally find out what it is, that his father and the Queen are hiding...