A/N: Let me just start by saying I am overwhelmed by the support you guys have given me. This is my first fanfic and I was super nervous about posting. So thank you everyone! Also, I had some issues with the story and basically decided that I'm going to tell the story from the alternating prospective of Dany, Robb, and Catelyn with maybe some Theon later as the others won't have their stories as impacted by the plot change. I also don't want to retell everything that happens in the first book if nothing would have changed, and as such I skipped Catelyn's chapter where she finds Lysa's note but this chapter would take place chronologically the next morning. Also it all still belongs to GRRM.

Daenerys II

The morning of her wedding found Daenerys excited but weary. The welcoming feast the night before had gone on for several hours. There had been an abundance of food and drink, much loud music, and even more noisy guests many of whom gave many toasts. Daenerys would not have minded if she had not been seated at the high table along with the royal party and the Starks, it had felt like every eye in the Great Hall of Winterfell had been upon her. She had envied Jon Snow his place on the lower bench where she had seen him jesting with some of the lads and consuming much more alcohol than she or Robb had been given.

And Daenerys could have used more than the two cups of wine permitted to her last night. The high table had felt very tense to Dany. While Lady Catelyn had been thoughtful enough to seat Dany near Robb and Theon, and as far as acceptably possible from Robert Baratheon, there was still a distinct lack of calm around the high table. Lord Stark had seemed preoccupied and was barely civil to any of the Lannisters. The king and queen had apparently not resolved their quarrel about going to the crypts from earlier, or perhaps, Dany thought, they were a quarrelsome couple. It had fallen to Lady Catelyn to attempt to control the mood and it had not seemed a pleasant task. The only person at the high table who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself was Sansa who seemed to be openly besotted with the crown prince, much to her elder brother's disgust.

Nonetheless, the feast had ended, nothing terrible had happened, and now it was time to get dressed for her wedding. Lady Catelyn had come in with Sansa and Arya shortly after Daenerys had gotten out of her bath to help her get dressed. Sansa was practically dancing with excitement while Lady Catelyn had seemed nearly as tense as she had the night before, Dany supposed that the royal visit was even more stressful to Lady Catelyn than it was to her, not to mention the fact that her eldest son was to be wed very shortly. She still managed a warm smile for Dany though and took over for Rose to brush Dany's hair herself.

"Oh Daenerys," Sansa exclaimed, "you must be so excited. I cannot wait until my wedding day. And just think, so many important lords and ladies are attending, not to mention the king and queen. It's a perfect day."

Dany did not quite know how to respond to that. She was excited to be marrying Robb, but she was not happy that there were so many people present. She wished she could have married Robb with only the Starks and their household present. Or in a perfect world, that Dany could have married Robb with both of their families present and happy. But life was not a song, and Dany knew she would be happy in her husband no matter how tense this royal visit had been. Still Sansa was a very fanciful girl who tended to imagine life was just like a song or a story and Dany supposed that her wedding would seem like a story if one did not think about the complex history between her family and the king's family. She knew Sansa meant well though, so she merely smiled at the girl and attempted not to laugh at the face Arya was making behind her sister's back.

In what seemed like no time at all, Daenerys was dressed in her gown and ready to proceed down to the godswood. Her stomach was fluttering with anticipation and everything seemed almost too bright to be real. It felt like a dream. When she mentioned this to Lady Catelyn, she received her first real smile from her soon to be good mother of the morning when Lady Catelyn assured her that everything she was feeling was normal for a bride on her wedding day.

Theon was waiting for her at the entrance to the godswood dressed in black and gold, the colors of House Greyjoy, holding her maiden's cloak embroidered with the Targaryen symbol his arms. Lady Catelyn gave her one last squeeze and kiss on the cheek before departing with the girls to join the other guests inside. Theon looked down at her with his normal grin and assisted her into the black cloak that she would wear until Robb placed the Stark's direwolf around her shoulders.

"Is the blood of the dragon ready to become a wolf?" Theon asked.

"Yes," Dany said truthfully. "Winter is coming after all."

Theon laughed at that and took her arm and began to lead her down the path to the heart tree where she and Robb would say their vows.

The path to the heart tree had been lit with candles and on both sides guests stood. Dany and Theon passed the northerners and those who had come with the royal party alike. She found she could hardly focus on all the faces staring at her. Daenerys instead focused all her energy on making it to the heart tree and to Robb who stood underneath it dressed in grey wool trimmed in white with a direwolf on his doublet.

The heart tree had always fascinated Daenerys with its huge white trunk, and bright red leaves, and that primal carved face. That face had been carved by the children of the forest and had seen much and more of Winterfell's past. And now it would see Dany wed to Robb who was smiling at her and Theon's approach.

"Who comes?" Robb asked when they neared him.

Theon replied, "Daenerys of House Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble, she comes to beg the blessing of the gods. Who claims her?"

"I do," Robb answered smiling widely. "Robb of House Stark, heir to Winterfell. I claim her. Who gives her?"

"Theon of House Greyjoy gives her," Theon looked down at Dany and smiled. "Lady Daenerys, will you take this man?"

Dany calmed her beating heart and replied, "I take this man."

Theon stepped back and Robb took her hands and kneeled with her before the heart tree. They both bowed their heads in silent prayer. Dany asked the old gods and the new to bless her marriage, to grant them peace and happiness in each other and in their lives and to watch over their families, including her brother in Essos. She met Robb's eyes and they both stood up smiling. Robb gently detached her bride cloak and replaced it with a heavy fur lined white cloak that had the direwolf of House Stark stitched in grey satin in its place.

With that Robb leaned over and kissed her gently but sweetly on the mouth and Dany felt all her fear leave her. She felt almost giddy as Robb lifted her into his arms and carried her past the guests towards the Great Hall to celebrate the wedding feast. As she looked up at Robb, Dany realized that she was no longer a Targaryen, she had left the godswood as Daenerys Stark.

A/N: Next chapter will be the wedding feast and the bedding. And it should be up shortly, as I split it from this chapter for length reasons.