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In this fic, Robb and Renly teamed up against the Lannister army, and brought an end to the war of the five kings. Renly was crowned King of Westeros and Robb was crowned King of the North. Peace has ensued.

Robb never betrayed his oath to Walder Frey, and married Roslin Frey as planned.

Together, they had three children, two sons and a daughter.

Reny and Margaery managed to produce two children, a son and a daughter.

All is peaceful in Westeros, until King Renly passes, leaving the throne to his son who has ambitions to see the North reunited in Westeros.

The main submittable characters are the offspring of Robb & Roslin as well as Renly & Margaery. I have made Robb & Roslin's youngest child - Kohl Stark. The rest of the characters are open. You don't have to make one of these characters, but these slots are main characters.

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Robb heard the shouts for the maester, then rushed towards his youngest son's quarters. There he found the fifteen-year-old convulsing on the ground. Not again, Robb thought. His wife, Roslin, knelt in front of their son, with his head resting on her knees.

"Another one?" Robb asked. Ever since he was a boy, Kohl had been plagued by these episodes. The maester could not explain it, nor could he offer effective treatment to prevent or treat them.

"I'm afraid so," Roslin replied. She glanced up at her husband as Maester Dovan ran into the room.

"How long has this one lasted, my queen?" the maester asked as he knelt beside the boy, whose body had stilled, though he had not awakened yet.

"Just a few minutes," Roslin answered.

"And did he hit his head at all, Your Grace?" Maester Dovan questioned.

Roslin nodded. "When he fell."

Damnit, Robb thought, though he knew it was hardly his wife's fault, she was rather petite and was probably too far away to properly catch Kohl when he fell. Not that Kohl was large himself, he was of average height, with a lean build. Unfortunately his condition left him unable to train, thus he had little to no muscle.

Eventually, Kohl stirred, opening his brown eyes with a groan. He tried to sit up, but Maester Dovan placed a hand on his shoulder to still him.

"Not so fast, how do you feel, my prince?" Maester Dovan asked. He was a younger man, with light brown hair and the beginning of a beard.

"My head hurts." Kohl complained as he rubbed his eyes, readjusting to the light. His body also ached, but he didn't want to complain too much, or else he'd be stuck on bed rest for even longer.

"It's best he rests for the time being, Your Grace," the maester advised, glancing at Robb.

Robb merely nodded. "Straight to bed, Kohl."

Kohl nodded with a frown. Sure, he was tired, but he hated being confined to his bed. He slowly rose to his feet with the maester's assistance. The maester had a firm grip on the boy's elbow as he walked him to his bed. Once Kohl was settled in bed, the maester turned his attention to his King and Queen.

"There is a matter we should discuss, my king, my queen," Dovan said, glancing backwards at the prince who glanced over curiously.

"Rest," Robb said to his youngest. "Whatever it is, if it concerns you, you'll hear of it soon enough."

No one ever tells me anything, Kohl thought as he turned over, suddenly exhausted. Roslin smoothed out his hair and placed a kiss atop his head.

"Come, let's let him rest." Robb said as he made his way to the door.

Roslin frowned, and followed after her husband. She hated to leave her son after an episode, but all he would do is sleep and there was little she could do to help him whilst he slept.

"What is it?" Roslin asked as soon as they were in the hallway.

"Not here, my queen, it is best discussed away from prying ears," Maester Dovan said, nodding his head towards Kohl's door.

Roslin nodded, glancing at her husband, Robb. Robb led the way to his chambers and once all three were inside Maester Dovan closed the door behind him.

"I've received a raven from King's Landing," Maester Dovan began.

"What does Renly want now?" Robb thought.

"It would appear that King Renly has died." Maester Dovan

Robb and Roslin exchanged glances.

"What does this mean for us?" Roslin asked.

"It should mean nothing for us, we're independent, his death has no effect on the North." Robb stated.

"Yes, but there is no telling what his son will do, I advise you to be cautious, my king." Maester Dovan said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he asked you to swear an oath of fealty, much like the one you swore to his late father."

"That was out of necessity, I'll never bow to another man again," Robb vowed.

"But if it means peace-" Roslin began, but Robb cut her off.

"No, the North will never bow again." Robb said, then left the room.