Your Grace,

King Renly Baratheon and I have decided it is not only time for you to remarry but it is time to put this ugliness behind us. In which case he has decided to give you the honor and privilege of marrying his niece and Ward princess Shireen Baratheon. Shireen is a amiable and sweet girl with a good heart I have every confident she shall be a good wife to you, as well as caretaker of your misguided little brother and companion of your precocious sister. Even though you have had your differences the King thinks of you as a brother and this is his way of showing you his love, please accept this peace offering and to show we bare you nothing but love along with her dowry we will send wheat to the north in these trying times.

Yours, queen Margaery of Westeroes

I read the letter over and over as the northern wind hits my face. It's a good kind of cold that always makes me feel home even through all the hardships and all the family lost the north will always be the north and Winterfell will always be the home of the Starks.

I tuck it into my pocket and go about my day I write squabbling lords and council them as well as remind them of their duty. I go to the kitchen to talk about rations Winterfell cannot feed all the hungry people but if all our lords joined in we could stop the small folk from starving before the crops can be planted and harvested but I am told that is not the answer. I know a different way to save my people that rests in my pocket.

I wish to talk to the maestor but I assume he is dealing with his daily burden of trying to teach my wild little brother so instead I reflect for a while in the Godswood wondering how could I marry some girl after all I have lost after three wives have passed.

There would always be a place in my heart for Talisa the woman I married for love, during the battle of Kingslanding word was brought to me that Tywin Lannister had my mother, wife, and my newly born son murdered in an attempt to slow me down. He knew Kingslanding was lost but he was trying to save his self and select members of his family.

The news did not break me down at least not as he hoped I hunted him down with a vengeance, I let him hang in shackles for a day where all the commoners of Kingslanding could throw bile and rotten food at him before having him marched through Kingslanding like my father, I redeemed Ice by killing him there, the southern king watched as I killed the Kingslayer and then the bastard made of incest who killed my father he cried and begged me not to kill him I looked him in the eye when I told him my father was a better man then he would ever be. Tywin's ploy was not an entire waste to him, Tywin Lannister got away with the girl Myrecella and the boy Tommen.

Only after I got Sansa back did I let myself mourn, I went there myself and saw their bodies I had them buried in Winterfell as their right. I put a statue of my mother right next to my father. My Talisa got a statue with a stone likeness of our baby in her arms.

I knew what Lord Frey would want for my army to cross the Twins I only asked he let me mourn first but he would not consent unless I married his daughter there infront of him. I threatened to take his head as I had been declared king of the riverlands as well. I told him I would marry his daughter in one years time and I kept to my word this time.

Roslin and I were married for two years before she fell ill to a fever going around the North I never truly knew her but she was a kind girl she only asked that she may have a statue in Winterfell too and I was happy to grant her last wish.

I never intended to marry Darcy Mormont she has been a dear friend of mine since childhood. We married right before the war she asked me to marry and bed her I did both. A small smile came to my face the short time we spent together was very happy. She died the death of a hero and she two had a statue in Winterfell along with the other family members we lost.

I think first of the wives I lost but then I think of my father one of the greatest men I ever knew second only to my brother Jon. It was in that moment I knew what to do.

I finally walk back into Winterfell still holding the scroll in my hands. I find Arya and Rickon in my Study as I open the door. Arya is leaning over my desk examining ice our ancestral sword, Rickon is smirking by the fire.

I sigh and look in the hall to see the maid coming by.

"Alys will you tell the Maestor to join us?" I ask.

"Yes, your grace." She says going on her way as I went towards those devious smiles.

"How could you two possibly know what's going on?" I asked.

"I know what it looks like when you are rattled it's a rare enough occurrence anymore so I wonder what it could be." Arya says she is wearing trousers and a sword at her waist. That I have gotten used to, but it still hurts how much more she looks like Jon every day, it makes missing him all the worse.

"And I was just hoping we were going to fight somebody?" Rickon says with a shrug he has a thick wildling accent now he even forgets some words in the common tongue more used to speaking the old tongue of the skargosi anymore, long gone was the little lordling he was born as and we were still getting to know our baby brother now. He had shaggier hair then shaggy dog and most the time he smelled worse. He was wild and willful and rarely had a thought of caution but the was the reason the wildlings still followed the Stark name.

"Here." I said giving the letter to Arya who snatched it away. She is shocked for a moment before scowling.

"She never calls you king of the north but addresses herself as queen of Westeroes." She says with a roll of her eyes.

"You sound like the red head!" Rickon laughs making arya give him a warning glare, he was more then two heads taller then her but she hardly cared.

"You should send Sansa a raven she could get you out of this." Arya says with a shrug. Sansa felt like another loss, unlike the others she was still arrive, but Harold Hardying demanded her hand in marriage for the vale troops in the war against the wight walkers. I was to proud and had lost enough family that against the dragon queens wishes, Jon and I refused. Sansa excepted not because she was still the young girl who dreamed of marry a handsome southern boy, she did it to save us. I was proud of her and we did need them at the time, besides Jon had reminded me he had a dragon and once this was over he could force Hardyings hand, but Jon was gone now and so was Sansa and I felt guilty for not stopping her.

"What does it say?" Rickon asks Arya.

"The southerners want Robb to marry Princess Shireen Baratheon." Arya muses.

"Did you meet her when you were in the south?" I ask getting a sharp look.

"You are not considering this?" Arya asks.

"Tell them to fuck off, tell them they are lucky our brother and his woman died for the world to leave or they would be ash!" Rickon says kicking the fireplace frame.

"IF Jon was alive, I would not rest until he and Daenerys took the iron throne." I promised they were good people who would have been great rulers together. "But someone has to rule the south, there have probably been better rulers then Renly Baratheon but I know there have been many worse, are either of you up to it?" I ask and the both of them grimace because at the end of the day we are all northerners and this is where we belong.

"That doesn't mean you have to do it; he isn't going to march to the north?" Arya reminds.

"We could take em if he did!" Rickon says.

"What about the Riverland's they declared me there king should I abandon them?" I ask and the

"No." Arya finally agrees. "You still should not be forced by them."

"The realm is at peace, if my marrying a stranger keeps it then that's what I will do." I promised I was not the same boy I once was who desired love now I was old enough to know self sacrifice and peace was worth more then my happiness and war because my happiness never seemed to last long anyways.

"Is he always like this?" Rickon askes Arya like I was not there. He was my baby brother, but we hardly knew each other.

"Like what?" Arya asked we had spent more time together before and after the war.

"Heroic and stupid." Rickon asked.

Arya smiles. "Absolutely."

"Be careful or I will remember neither of you are married." I muse watching their faces cringe as the maestor joins us.

"Maestor Tarly what do you know about Shireen Baratheon. " I asked and he smiled with a nod he was glad I made him the maestor of Winterfell even though he had a wife and child, his wife was working in Winterfell as a maid, he thanked me time and time again but I told him it was the least I could do for a friend of Jon's. Most of Daenerys people had went back to Essos some of the Unsullied decided to stay and became guards at Winterfell and other northern castles, Some of the lost prince's people had stayed and were given positions around Winterfell, the Dothraki who lived wanted to rape and pillage the north and for such they had to be put down.

"Princess Shireen Baratheon would be the Daughter of Stannis Baratheon. She was 10 when she was captured with Dragonstone and 12 when he father died apart of the peace accords Renly was not allowed to kill her as a threat to the throne and had to take her in as a ward or send her north to be fostered at Winterfell." Sammwell said.

"That was kind of you." Arya tells me but I shake my head and smile sadly.

"It was not me it was mother." I say softly and watch Arya share my proud but sad look. Rickon just walk over to the window I was not sure he even remembered mother which oddly hurt me. Mayphaps he needed a caretaker.

I could not imagine a southern princess being a good companion for Arya. That is when I realized something. "You said she was 10…that means she is what? !8? !7? Shes practically a child." I sigh as the maestor looked over the letter.

"Would you like my advice your grace?" The Maestor asked.

"Please." I say needing all the help I can get.

"You rejecting Renly's niece could be a pretense for war, make no mistake the Tyrell's rule him and they do not like sharing westeroes with you. Marry the girl once she is here you can have any kind of marriage you would like." The maestor says.

"You're from the reach right?" I ask my maestor, I did not know him well, I hadn't really known Maestor Wolken either, everytime I heard the chain rattle I would hope to see Luwin again but I never would he was gone, like my mother, my father, Jon, and so many more. I would fight when necessary but if I could avoid Rickon and Arya joining the dead that is just what I would do.

"Yes, your grace." Samwell says.

"Good write the queen, give her my answer."

Another odd pairing about people I wanted to survive! Its kind of my favorite thing to make weird pairings. This kind of came from my want to have another Story about Robb but more after the war is over as well as the fact that I just love Shireen and have always wanted to do a story about her but I did not know who to pair her with. I have read so many amazing stories about Shireen and Rickon I did not think I had anything to add to that and this felt more fresh.

This Story takes place 8 years after the begining of GOT or ASOIAF respectively. I will be taking aspects from the books as well as the show.

Anywho thanks for reading please and joy and let me know what you think. Someone has to tell me if this is just to crazy to work.