AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not mine. Blah, blah, blah. We all know the drill by now. I don't claim the world or the characters. Though I did flesh out a few of them that are barely mentioned. Still not mine. Just a few ideas.

I'd like to send out a thanks to all the faithful reviewers! Your feedback makes my day! =D I'd also like to apologize for how long this update took me. I just started a new job and I've been really busy with that. Updates will likely stay farther apart for the time being. I have quite a bit on my plate now, and half the time to do it in. So I'm not abandoning this story, it will just be a bit longer between chapters now.

LUWEN: Dany is not barren. In my mind she'd rule more than he would because Jon never really wanted to be King. He never really wanted any of the authority he was given in the books. I think he takes to it better than anyone would expect him to. But we won't see a whole lot of that in this fic. I might do a spin off of Dany and Jon when I'm done with this, though. But it will definitely take a lot for Margaery to win Robb over. I'm glad you liked the bits about Alla, Meredyth, and Alyce. I had a lot of fun fleshing those three out.

ZOHARIT: Don't apologize! Your English is wonderful. You speak it better than most American's I know. I'm sorry for the confusion. Jon is the Jon Snow. You are correct. In this fic he is the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar. Ned was just lying and protecting him from Robert, since Robert would have had him killed for being a Targaryen. As for clearing up the details on this universe, I was planning on explaining that as I went. I figured that a chapter full of details on differences would be dull to read. So until an issue comes up between this world and that I'd just assume it went as it did in the books. I'm doing my best to keep things as close as I can to the actual events. Obviously with this twist there are some pretty major differences. But I'm hoping I can explain that later on.

I would love to have this translated into French, BTW! I think that is a great idea! Feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions about the story.

WILDDRAGON: I'm still debating the matter. Arya might show up. But Bran and Rickon are unlikely to. Winterfell was still taken for a time, and they ended up going north like they did in the book. They might make an appearance later on, depending on how far I take this story. But it's still up in the air. The only one I know will be making an appearance is Sansa.

SOMEGUYYOUKNOW: Bastards can be legitimized, which is the idea behind him now being a Targaryen. In this world a LOT of people marry cousins and distant relatives. Dany and Jon aren't siblings, so it would be far less of a taboo. I haven't even decided if they are married yet. I don't believe that I have specified that part. If I did it was unintentional. They probably are, but I'm still debating another idea. Furthermore, I don't believe they started civil war because of the incest so much as the burning random citizens alive for no reason at all. I think they would have gotten over the incest if a handful of the Targaryen Kings hadn't been completely insane. I won't address the second issue because I don't know how many of the readers have read all the books. I do have reasons for him no longer being a part of the Night's Watch, though. I will try to work those into the story at some point. Which I am sure will happen since Robb works so closely with them.

CHAPTER FOUR A

The room fell silent as Robb and Margaery stepped up in front of the crowd. She held lightly to his arm, smiling and waving to those vying for attention. Robb was composed and regal. He stopped near the head table before speaking.

"I thank you all for joining us for these festivities this evening." He called loudly, his voice easily carrying across the room. "We are pleased that you could all celebrate such happy times with us. We invite you all to stay. The wine and music will continue." He fell short when a delicate hand squeezed the inside of his arm, drawing his attention to the brown haired beauty at his side. Curiously, he turned to his new wife. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes were on the crowd.

"Unfortunately, we will be departing. My husband has been kind enough to take pity on me. I am quite worn out." She explained, feigning exhaustion. She didn't look the least bit tired. Her comment earned a suggestive remark from the audience.

"You think you're worn out now!" Someone suggested from the mass of bodies before them. Margaery blushed prettily, giggling delicately. She looked every bit a maiden, embarrassed by what was about to transpire. He knew better than to believe it. She'd married twice before. She played the audience perfectly. They were all entranced by her. Grinning and laughing at the show she put on.

A group of five or so men approached, escorting Margaery off. Jon was among the group. He offered a wry smile at Robb before moving upstairs with the party. Robb loathed this tradition. He'd wanted to refuse it. Margaery was the one that insisted it was tradition, and breaking traditions was unlucky. She insisted that she didn't want bad luck in their marriage. They needed to go through with it. She grinned and waved at him before disappearing in a cloud of laughter.

At least he could rest assured that Jon hated it as much as he did. Jon would only be involved at all to keep things from going too far. At least Robb knew he would have one ally in this.

All night he'd been telling himself that the worst part was seeing her face everywhere. Every time he turned, there was Lyra. Of course the Mormonts had been invited. They'd been some of his family's most loyal bannermen for centuries. Robb just never imagined that Lyra, of all people, would have come. Did one of her sisters talk her into it, or was it her idea? Did she really want to watch this? Did she realize how hard it was for him to see her face? He was promised to marry a Frey. He married a Tyrell - the only secure way to get out of that promise, and win the war. But if he had a choice in the matter, it would have been her that he wrapped his cloak around. It would be her waiting for him in his chambers.

It had been horrible seeing her face all evening, but it was agony having here there as the women escorted him up to his chambers. A few made it easier. Elinor seemed to have the same comfort in this tradition that his wife did. She was the loudest of the group, her japes mixing easily with the other girls from the Reach. It was clear that Margaery's cousins had spent a great deal of time together. They'd developed quite a rapport with one another, feeding off one another's energy and comments. It was almost enough to drown out the Northern girl hanging at the back of the group. Almost, but not quite.

"Smile, Your Grace! You look as if you are headed to your deathbed!" Elinor suggested merrily as she tugged at his doublet. They'd reached the sitting room outside his chambers, and the women were helping him with his excess of clothes. It took everything he had to maintain composure through the ordeal. If he was headed to his deathbed, it was Lyra bringing the guillotine down upon him. She was as grim faced as him, and the only one that seemed to pick up on the discomfort he was feeling. She rolled her eyes, striding forward.

"I think that has more to do with the women currently pawing at him than Lady Margaery." Lyra pointed out practically. She approached the center of the group, pushing the young girl from the Reach aside. She smiled grimly up at him. "Arms up, Your Grace." She ordered him. Robb frowned as he met her gaze, but complied in silence. He stared down at her as she pulled his tunic up over his head tossing it off into a corner. "Congratulations, Robb." She offered in a small voice, before turning away.

As he neared the door to his chambers he could hear the laughter bubbling out. With long, sure strides, Robb closed the distance, swinging the door to his chambers open. Inside was an array of men. Some were red faced, all were laughing, and a few were eyeing his new wife lustfully. It only took a glance to see the obvious. Everyone was in love with his wife but him.

He could see why, of course. She stood at the foot of the bed, a happy smile on her delicate face. She'd pulled the pins out of her hair, leaving the thick brown curls to hang freely around her shoulders. A pile of red roses sat atop the trunk behind her. She was a vision in white lace. It pooled around her feet, peeking out from beneath the hem of the ornate green and gold wrap wrap she clutched to her chest. As he walked into the room he'd seen one of the younger males pluck at the wrap, teasingly telling her that her husband was going to have no interest in her modesty. Robb hadn't heard her response, but both turned away from one another laughing. She was so perfectly at ease with herself, surrounded by men attempting to make her uncomfortable. She had a composure rivaled by few.

He could feel something stirring within him, but he knew it wasn't love.

"Alright everyone! That's more than enough! Leave them alone already." Lyra ordered loudly. She sounded more like her mother than she usually did. Her voice was strong and commanding - a woman who didn't answer to men. She made her way behind the men, and began pushing them out the door. The women were more agreeable. They lingered in the doorway to begin with. It took little to get them outside.

"Jon, wait." Robb called before the dark haired male could make it out. "Will I see you again before you leave?" He approached his brother, a hand falling on his shoulder.

"You won't. I depart tonight. Viserion is making everyone uncomfortable. I should return to King's Landing." He answered grimly. "It was good to see you. I hope you and Margaery come visit some time soon. Dany would love to meet you both. She's told me so at least a dozen times." Robb nodded grimly and stepped back, watching his brother exit, leaving him and Margaery alone at last.

A/N: THIS IS ONLY PART ONE OF THIS CHAPTER. THERE IS A LOT MORE TO COME! It's been a long time coming, and I feel bad, so I'll be posting this section now, and the other half later.