Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Game of Thrones!

Edric's eyes snapped open, a gasp escaped him as he sat up. He hated having visions, especially visions of the past. Everything that had led up to the betrayal had played across his mind's eye, showing him everywhere that he and the rest of the Jedi had gone wrong. I knew that he was holding it all in. I knew that he was suffering. I should have pushed it. I should have forced him to tell me what was wrong! He had long known about the marriage, had known that she was pregnant, and could tell that he was worried. Yet he hadn't done anything about it, not really anyway. I tried to talk to him, but he always buried his pain until it would burst. The Jedi order had only ever told him to let go of his emotions, forgetting that he was a former slave that was determined to not lose anyone. He understood his friend's pain, but had been too late to do anything about it.

With a sigh of annoyance, he got up, grabbing his lightsaber, and made his way out of his tent and around the camp, stopping first to check on Robb to find that Daenarys was lying in bed with him. They were both clothed so they must have just been talking and fallen asleep. Edric snorted in amusement, turning to see that Ser Barristan Selmy was keeping an eye out as well. With a nod to himself, he turned, wrapping his cloak about him tighter in the cold, and walked around the camp, he knew that sleep would allude him for the rest of the night.

They had stopped at Castle Cerwyn, cleaning out the Ironborn as they went. They had lost very few men in these skirmishes but that did not mean that it was not annoying nonetheless. They were on their way to Torrhen's Square, where the bulk of the Ironborn were rumored to be. Robb was determined to make sure that they cleaned up the North before they headed south. To this end, Rob had split up their forces, with the permission of Daenarys of course, and sent half towards the Last Hearth to make sure that they left no Ironborn behind them. He'd sent a raven to Ned advising him of their plan first so that Ned could get word to the Northern Lords on what was going on. Their last stop would be Winterfell where they would meet back with the other half of their forces. After making sure that Winterfell was clear, they would all march south towards Riverrun.

Hopefully, they would be at Winterfell within the month and back at Riverrun in two. He stopped at the edge of the camp, spreading out his senses. He caught sight of Greywind making his way back into camp, fresh from a hunt. He started to round the camp, making certain that he was diligent and thorough. It would not do to allow anything to slip by.

The hours passed quickly and, before he knew it, the camp was getting ready to move. He knew that Robb was determined to reach Torrhen's Square within the next day or two so he expected a hard ride. Sure enough, they rode hard and fast, making it to the outskirts before nightfall. Robb had Cunnington send scouts to see where the Ironborn were. Sure enough, the scouts reported back before morning that there was a band of about 100 Ironborn occupying the area, led by Asha Greyjoy. Robb couldn't help the savage grin that came to him. "We'll catch them off balance and have the heir to the Salt Throne in our grasp! Balon will have to capitulate then!"

"That's assuming that Balon Greyjoy still has an ounce of sanity left Lord Stark." Cunnington advised, causing Robb to nod grimly.

"We'll just have to see, won't we?"

And so, the battle began and ended quickly. Before they could even get to surrounding town, Asha had all of her men outside of the town, their weapons on the ground in surrender. "Take me prisoner if you wish, but let my men go, they were only following my orders!" Robb could see that her men did not like her staying behind, but seemed to accept her word. Robb agreed to the exchange on her word that her men would leave immediately and never again set foot on Northern shores. She readily agreed, as did her men. Quickly, they left, guided by 1000 of Cunnington's best back to their ships, with orders from Robb to collect any other Ironborn that they catch. Asha ordered her right-hand man to make sure that they got cooperation.

Later, she was secured to a chair being interrogated. None of the villagers had been seriously wounded and Asha had made sure that no one was raped. "My father has lost his mind. He was sure that Theon would make his way back to us as soon as he could. However, when Theon never came, likely because Lord Stark didn't allow him to, father decided he would wage war on the North." She shook her head. "We live by the sea. That is where we come from and how we live. We are not warriors by nature. We are not meant to hold castles and withstand siege engines. But father would not hear of it. He even sent word to Uncle Euron that he was allowed to return. Euron is even more mad than my father! I had to be careful when I had his ship sunk so that word would not get back. I never planned to hold a castle for long because I knew that you Northerners would return. I swear, I never meant any harm!"

"So, where is Euron Greyjoy now?" Robb asked.

"Dead. One of my men got him with an arrow the second he showed his face. He's resting at the bottom of the sea with the rest of his crew." Asha said firmly. "And the world is a much better place for it."

Robb contemplated her words. If anything, she'd helped them by ensuring that this was quick and painless. There were no needless deaths and they could save their strength for the more stubborn cells of Ironborn. She had not been responsible for the deaths of any innocent and, by the accounts of the Tallharts, she had been a gracious captor. "Very well. I won't kill you. I'll speak with my father when we meet up with him at Riverrun about supporting your claim to the Iron Islands. For now, you will remain my prisoner but you will be treated with the respect that your station deserves." Asha nodded, relieved.

Robb turned and strode out, Edric on his heels. He had put his mask on for the interrogation and, as such, many of the soldiers shied away from him. They had no idea who he was and what he was about. They feared him and, while Jedi didn't necessarily feed on fear, he wasn't going to complain either. Their fear kept them away. Only a few of them had any idea who he was and even though they may have seen him without his mask, they would not associate him with the masked monstrosity that seemed to guard Robb Stark. It added to the mystique that Robb had begun to draw around him.

Later, Robb called Cunnington and Daenerys to his tent to talk about their next move. "Greyjoy assured me that there shouldn't be any Ironborn north of Winterfell, if any even managed to make it that far. With your permission Dany, I would send 1000 men to Deepwood Motte, just to be sure, and have them meet back with us at Winterfell."

"Of course, Robb." She said, smiling at him which he returned. From there, they made plans to leave for Winterfell the next morning.

Later that night, Robb and Dany lay curled up in his tent talking. "It's hard to believe that I am back in the country of my birth. This entire thing is like a dream and I fear that I will wake up to my brother selling me to the Dothraki again."

Robb frowned. "I can't imagine what that must have been like."

"Drogo really was kind. I came to care about him and he cared about me. His death was a tragedy that I caused." Her voice grew hard. "I saved a witch from being enslaved, only for her to use my kindness against me and poison my husband. I was foolish and begged her to save him. I lost my child in the process." She touched her stomach faintly. "And Drogo went into a vegetable state. I had to kill him to release him from his torment." There were tears running down her face then. "I was such a fool! But I got mine." Her voice, which had broken talking about the death of her late husband, became hard again. "I tied the witch to the pyre used to burn Drogo's body and from it, my children were born. I walked into that flame broken, and came out of it unburnt, and as a mother. I still remember the red comet that passed overhead that morning as my children awoke from the dormant eggs."

Robb had not heard the full story of how her dragons had come to be. Every time that he saw them, he had to shake himself, still not quite believing that they were real. But to hear Dany tell the story, the emotion that it caused in her, it was sad and yet miraculous. "His death was not your fault. You are not the first to trust the wrong person, but she still made the choice to do what she did. If the Seven Hells exist, then I hope that she is there. But it was not your fault." He finished firmly.

Dany smiled through her tears. "You know, the witch said that my womb would not quicken again until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. What if I can never have children of my own, outside of my dragons? As much as I love them, I would like human children one day. What if I can never have that?"

Robb grabbed her shoulders and stared her in the eyes. "Just like she lied to you about saving your husband, I would not trust her to tell the truth about that either. I do not claim to know anything for sure, but I do know that she was a liar, and you can not put stock in anything that she told you. She was probably only trying to spite you." He finished firmly.

She smiled at him brightly. "You know the right thing to say to a girl, don't you?"

Robb shrugged, a smile on his own face now. "Only you, it seems." And then she was kissing him and he was fervently returning the kiss, their tongues clashing in a dance of dominance as Robb rolled on top of her, Dany pressed her body up against his as the kiss deepened further, her soft moans reverberating around the tent.

Suddenly, she pulled back, fear evident on her face. "What if your father doesn't agree?"

"He will, Dany. He's the one who sent us to bring you back to Westeros."

"But what if I can not give you children?" Dany's voice betrayed her deep fear.

Robb placed his hand on the side of her face, caressing her lips with his thumb. "We will figure it out, together. I love you Daenerys Stormborn."

"And I, you. More than any woman has a right to love a man, I love you, Robb Stark." And with that, they were kissing again.

Edric was meditating. He could feel Robb and Daenerys from his meditation, though definitely not on purpose. He sighed and opened his eyes, face scrunched up in irritation. He knew that they cared about one another deeply, loved each other, even. He certainly had no problem with that. But he wished that they wouldn't make out while he was meditating. They both had strong presences in the Force and any time they were together, he could sense them. He shook his head as he stood, giving it up as a bad job for the night, he lay down, hoping to get some sleep before they moved on the next morning.

Riverrun 10 Days Later…

Lord Eddard Stark smiled at the message from Robb letting him know all that had transpired since arriving back in the North. He completely agreed with Robb's assessment of the Greyjoy situation. Asha seemed much easier to deal with than her father, Balon. He was also glad that Winterfell had been left alone and that the rest of his family were safe. He also read the part where Robb had a question that he wanted to ask him concerning Daenerys and Ned had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what the question would be. He smiled at that. While that certainly had not been the intent behind sending Robb to fetch her, he wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't hoped for that outcome. Robb needed a good, strong woman by his side and based on what he had heard about her, Daenerys fit the bill perfectly.

Ned chuckled, not to mention that a marriage would further serve to strengthen the ties between the two families. Of course, at this point they could not get much stronger considering that her raised the king. He looked out of the window to see Jon practicing his swordsmanship with Small Jon Umber. Jon was an extremely proficient swordsman. He and Robb were about even there. He'd put the two of them over almost any swordsman in the country except perhaps Loras Tyrell. But even then, Robb and Jon stood a good chance that one of them could probably beat the Knight of Flowers.

Finally, a knock pulled the Lord of Winterfell from his musings. When he bid whoever, it was to enter, he was surprised to see Edric walk in. "Don't worry, my lord. I am not actually here. This is called Force Projection. I am still at Winterfell in my room. I was asked to get the message to you that we are leaving on the morrow and that the entire North is free from Ironborn. Robb would also like an update as to our plans for marching south."

Ned nodded, a still shocked but not overly so. Though there were legends about the Jedi, they were never greatly specific, only that they had helped to stop a great evil thousands of years ago during the Long Night. There was never any mention about their powers. So, to see that a Jedi could send himself hundreds of leagues away. It was still a shock to see him though, he looked a little younger than the last time he had seen him. "I see, well I look forward to seeing you both soon then." He said, a smile forming. "As for our marching plans, they have not been finalized yet. We have a new concern that I would like to discuss with Robb when you both arrive. But, tell him that I agree with his assessment of Asha Greyjoy, and that she can be released from imprisonment."

Edric nodded. "I'll pass the message on, my lord. Lady Catelyn says hello and she misses you. She also wanted me to mention some other things but I refused as they were for your ears only." Edric seemed to shudder at that. "So, she settled for love, she says that she loves you and longs for your return."

Ned nodded, returning the sentiment. "I too, long for my return to her." He ached for his wife. He had longed to see her by the end of the last war, but this time was different. They had been together for longer and the love that they had felt for one another was much stronger. He ached for her like a starving man ached for food and drink.

Edric smiled in understanding. "I'll pass the message along, my lord." With a bow, the projection wavered and vanished.

Meanwhile, in Winterfell…

Edric sighed, popping his neck. He had just relayed the message to Robb and Catelyn Stark. They had left to go on their separate ways after, Robb to business, and Catelyn to her rooms, a smile on her face, though it was a sad one. He knew that she missed her husband deeply. She worried for him and she longed for him. Edric couldn't say that he knew how that felt, not really. At least, not in the same way that Catelyn felt. With yet another sigh, Edric settled down to meditate.

It was perhaps an hour later when the door to his chambers slid open quietly. His ears picking up the sound, he had to school himself not to immediately open his eyes. Whoever it was, meant no harm. In fact, he sensed something entirely different. With another probe, he knew exactly who it was and exactly why she had come. "Asha Greyjoy, it sure didn't take you long to acquaint yourself with the castle." He said in amusement. He opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him, a coy smile on her face as she began loosening the ties on her top. Edric raised a brow, amused yet intrigued at the same time. Thoughts of the last time he had sex, a long time ago, flitted across his mind. Though his master had made sure to teach him verbally how to get it done, he had gotten his experience elsewhere.

He certainly found the Greyjoy heiress attractive. With a smile, he stood up and began loosening his own clothing. What the hell, you only get to live once. It was sometime later when they both fell asleep, satisfied smiles on their faces.

The next morning, Robb was getting everyone ready for departure and Edric was putting his armor on as Asha was putting her own clothes back on. They had woken early and had gotten another round in before it was time to get ready to go. "So, what was that all about? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

Asha had that coy smile back on her face that made him want to bend her over the bed again. "I've seen you without your mask, thought you were attractive. I haven't had a good lay in months."

Edric barked out a laugh at that. "You're just like your brother." He shook his head laughing as her smile grew.

"So I've heard. Can't blame a girl for wanting to get some. I have to say though, you are better than just about anyone that I've ever been with on the Islands. I might just be finding you again on the way to Riverrun."

He chuckled. "You're more than welcome to. It's been years since I was with someone myself."

"I'm not sure how you did it."

"Simple enough. I immersed myself into my duties here and let them takeover."

"The last girl must have been special."

"She was. She is, if she's still alive." Edric said quietly.

Within two hours, they were on horses leaving Winterfell. Robb was at the lead, next to Daenerys with their guards surrounding them. Edric was to Robb's left.

That night, when they made camp, Asha made good on her word and they had sex again. After, they sat up talking. "So, what was she like?" Continuing their conversation from before.

"For that answer, I need to go back to when we first met. My…teacher and I had gotten word that there would be a slave auction on the outer rim of the Republic. Now, normally the Jedi wouldn't concern themselves because of how few of us there actually were, but since we were in the area, and we both detested slavery, we went to help. We got there just before the auction was set to begin and elected to crash the party. All of the people being sold were from different parts of the Republic but had been kidnapped. In the chaos, they all escaped their chains and were able to defend themselves long enough for us to get to them. That's when I saw her. Karina was standing at the front, her weapon in hand, her teeth were bared in a snarl as she clobbered them left and right. It was…arousing. Of course, the fact that she barely had any clothes on probably played into it. I was 17 at the time and, as I found out later, she was 15. I could feel her connection to the Force, as could my teacher. After it was over, we took the survivors back to the core and had them treated and taken back to their homes. Karina stayed because she was Force sensitive and the slavers had slaughtered her family. Of course, the Council didn't want to train her because she was far too old. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Civil War was brewing and the Jedi needed all hands-on deck. So, they compromised and made me a Knight and made me her teacher. This was rare for two people who were so close in age to be teacher and student. Three years later, two years into the war, we admitted our love for one another. We knew that it was forbidden, but she had just been knighted so she was no longer my student."

Edric stared off into space for a moment. "In the chaos that was the fall of the Republic, I was unable to make contact with her. We had been off on different missions at the time. Not only that, I was unable to feel her through the Force. Of course, I didn't feel her death so she may well be alive." He didn't go in to any specifics. He wasn't sure how she would react to him being from another world altogether. The Starks were one thing, they were a bit more open minded than most, but telling everyone didn't seem like a good plan. Thankfully, Asha never asked exactly where he was from. She seemed content in their physical relationship, at least for the moment. For the next few hours, she endeavored to make him feel better using that very thing, until finally in the small hours of the morning she was asleep. Edric lay awake a bit longer, staring up at his tent, he reached out with the Force, spreading out his senses, looking for that bond. With a grunt of irritation, he was unable to find it and fell into an uneasy sleep.

It took nearly two weeks, but finally they made it to Riverrun. The army remained camped outside with the rest of the Northern forces. Jon Cunnington, Harry Strickland, Asha Greyjoy, Robb Stark, and Daenerys Targeryan made their way to the keep itself with Edric, Ser Jorah, and Ser Barristan following behind. As they got past the gates, Ned and Jon met them. The Stark reunion was brief, yet significant before Jon greeted his Aunt for the first time. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Anut Daenerys."

Daenerys smiled kindly at him. "And you as well, nephew, but please, call me Dany. There is no need for formalities between family, your Grace." Jon smiled at her in return. "Then I must insist you call me Jon." And with that, they embraced briefly before Ned ushered them all into Hoster's Solar.

Once there, Ned turned to Asha. "You understand that we will have to depose your father?"

Asha nodded. "I do. I never wanted it this way, but he's gone mad. I would like to see my brother though, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind. He's in the tiltyard trying to make good archers out of swordsmen. We'll talk details at a later date." With a nod and a thanks Asha was gone. Ned then turned to the two commanders of the Golden Company. "Thank you, my lords, for joining my nephew's cause, that couldn't have been an easy decision."

Cunnington smiled. "It was far easier than you think." He then turned towards Jon with a wrapped sword in his hand. "Your Grace, this would have gone to your father, but as you are the son of Rhaegar, this now belongs to you." He held the sword out to him. Jon unwrapped the sword carefully, almost reverently. "The Golden Company has had this sword in its possession for a long time. The sword that your aunt wears, Dark Sister, was actually given to us some years ago. So now the two reaming Targeryans have their family swords again, as is right."

"I can't thank you enough for this gift, my lord. I would see you returned to your lordship status once I claim the throne." Cunnington bowed in thanks beforehe excused himself and Strickland to go see to their men. After they were gone, Jon turned towards Robb. "So, I understand that you have a request to make." Jon's voice was amused.

Robb rolled his eyes before answering. "Yes, your Grace. Dany and I were wondering if-

"Of course, you two can get married. Why on earth would I disagree with that?" Jon cut him off, already knowing where Robb was going.

Dany was trying to hide her laugh at Robbs indignant expression. "I had a whole speech prepared and everything."

"There's no need for all of that, brother." Jon responded warmly.

Robb couldn't help the grin that came across his face then. "Good, we should do so immediately."

Dany rolled her eyes. "You can't just have a wedding immediately."

"Why not? Would you rather get married in King's Landing, in the sight of the seven?"

"No, I don't care about that. To be honest, I don't really care for the Seven. They never did anything for me growing up. If anything, your gods have done more, sending you to find me. I meant that you have to have some planning. I would like for your family to be there."

Robb looked wistful. "It would be nice to have mother here."

Ned smiled and nodded. "I'll send for her immediately. Her, Sansa, Arya, and Rickon."

"Not Bran?" Jon asked.

"Not Bran." Ned confirmed. "In our absence, he's the Lord of Winterfell and there must always be a Stark in Winterfell." After that was decided Ned was not quite finished. "Now that the pleasant things are done, we now have business. Renly has amassed a massive army just south of us, right past the border into the Reach. I would like you to take Edric and a group of guards to go and treat with him. See if we can bring at least the Tyrells to our side. By the time you return, your mother should be here with the others and then we can have your wedding."

Robb nodded with a smile and plans were made for them to leave the next morning. "We have no time to lose then, father. Winter is coming."

"Aye Robb, winter is coming." Ned said firmly.

In that moment, in the very far north, past the wall and up in in the darkest reaches of the world, an army of the dead began its slow march south, led by frozen creatures on their dead horses.