Shoshanna pulled the blankets close around her as she felt a cold chill. Mumbling into her pillow, she suddenly sat up, rubbing her eyes, she quickly surveyed her surroundings. She was confused. No longer was she in the tent in the Dothraki village, but in a four poster bed in a castle room, a small fire burned in the fireplace across the room. Beside it, armor was laid across an armchair. Furs decorated the stone walls. The room was familiar, very familiar.

She raised her eyes to the door as someone entered and spoke her name. She muffled a loud gasp.

"My queen wishes to sleep the day away?" An all too familiar voice asked.

"I-I..." Shoshanna stammered, she was shocked.

"I was sure the twins had awoken you when they jumped atop of us this morning with Arianna." He smiled as he came closer.

"Twins? Arianna?" She questioned. She rubbed her face hard with her hands. She was dreaming. This was a cruel, cruel joke. But he still stood there no matter the amount of times she blinked.

"Shoshanna are you ill?" He asked, sitting down beside her on the bed.

She threw her arms around his neck as tears ran down her cheeks, "Robb….I….I don't…" She cried into his shoulder.

He quickly embraced her with strong arms and stroked her hair, "Shoshanna, what is the matter?"

"I….An awful, awful dream, My King of the North." She sobbed.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here." He soothed. "What has frightened you so?"

Shoshanna shook her head against his chest, "An awful awful dream." She repeated, lifting her head to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

He wiped a tear from her cheek and smiled, "The last time you were like this, Arianna was born shortly after." He softly chuckled.

"Robb…I…I fear I am going mad. We are wed? We have children?" She hurried to ask.

Robb kissed her forehead and whispered, "Five wonderful years, two handsome strong sons and one beautiful daughter." He answered.

"…with blue eyes like her father. A castle of our own, with a fireplace in every room?"

"Yes, my Queen of the North. And I couldn't be a happier man." Robb smiled.

"We were to have three strong sons?" Shoshanna clarified.

"Well, "Robb chuckled as he kissed her cheek, "We can work on that if you wish."

"O Robb, I love you with everything that I am. I did not tell you when I was young, maybe because I was foolish or scared, I do not know, but I am telling you now, I love you, my King of the North and I will never love another the way that I love you."

"You did not have to tell me, Shoshanna. I felt it."

"Love is never ending and it never dies." She repeated what his mother often said as she became lost in his kiss.

Viserys smiled as he looked down and saw Shoshanna had wrapped herself around him in her sleep. She mumbled something incoherently and held him tighter. As he brushed a piece of her hair from her face, a feeling of guilt rushed him as he noted the bruise on her cheek and under her eye, A small cut on her lip. He had hoped he wouldn't have to do that. He didn't want his people to see his mark on her face when they entered Westeroes. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, remorse was not something he thought about. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, he barely whispered, "I'm sorry, my dear." Easing out of the bed and her hold, he stood and dressed.

The rustling of his belt stirred her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Seeing Viserys, she shook her head, a dream within a dream? Shaking her head violently, she wanted her dream to be a reality, not the one she was in right now.

"Good morning, my dear Queen." He smiled.

She looked at him and said nothing, finally she mumbled inaudibly, she was full of emotion. Not knowing how to act, she sat there. He came to sit beside her on the bed as he put on his boots. He reached up and touched her cheek, "I didn't want to have to do that, and some things are inevitable."

"Is that your way of apologizing?" Shoshanna snapped.

"If you hadn't have been so defiant and disobedient, you would not be sitting here with bruises upon your face."

"Is this how it will be? I disagree, or defy or disobey and I will be punished?"

"Punishments are worse, my dear." He threatened.

"You can't wish to have a servant as a Queen."

"I wish to have a Queen as a Queen." He face moving closer to hers. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers before moving to her ear, "A Queen you shall become, and A Queen you shall be…..A Queen I shall have." He whispered. Standing up and making his way to the entrance of the tent, he turned and looked at her, she thought she saw remorse, guilt, sadness wash over his face, but it was quickly replaced with a stern very King like face, but he turned and left, leaving Shoshanna to cry into her pillow.