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"Your Grace, a letter," I take the letter from the serving boy. "Your Grace? It is my lady, now," He shook his head stubbornly. "It is all explained in the letter."

I opened up the letter.

My dearest Annablyth,

My men have proclaimed me King in the North, just as the old men of Winterfell before Aegon's Conquest. This makes you Queen Annablyth of the North. I hope that you can rule wisely in my absence, and remember that Winter is coming.
I wish you the best, and gods, Anna, I miss you.

Robb

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If there is one thing that Joffrey has, it is pride. And if there is one thing that Joffrey has to be proud of, it is his throne. That is what he has; a throne, a crown, and a kingdom at his command. Robb has just upped his game. Before, only Stannis and Renly were fighting for the crown. Robb only wanted his sisters, and his father. But now, Robb also is proclaiming himself a king. He doesn't want a southern crown: he's making a northern one.

Then I thought that the crown would hear the news, and I thoughts of poor Sansa. They would beat her until blood streaked her body, covering all those bruises. But Sansa would smile and act like everything was okay. She wasn't strong in a traditional manner, but in her own way.

I stood up, and massaged my back. Gods, this child is giving me difficulties. "The child shall be born within on moon." Maester Luwin told me.

I look down at my stomach, realizing something. Before, my child would either be a lord or a lady. Now, my child will either be a king or a Princess. "Princess Lyanna," I say, testing it out on my tongue. "King Eddard," They both sound natural, like it was meant to be.

The next day, the comet soared across Winterfell's sky. Bran asked me what it meant. "My wet nurse told me that comets were the gods crying." He looked at me. "Yes, but what do you think it means? Old Nan says it means dragons." I looked at him. "I don't know if the comet represents dragons, but I do know there are dragons."

"Bran looked at me. "How could you possibly know that?" I smiled at him. "I know lots of things these days." He liked at me strangely. "But how?"

"The same way that you do: by your dreams."

I wondered, though, if the comet represented other things.

On the same day, a white raven from the Citadel told us of Autumn. Did the comet represent the coming of winter? I started to explore my dreams. I focused on the woman with the dragons, and it seemed that I could explore her pass. I looked for a name first. Daenerys Targaryen. I was surprised, but continued watching her life. Her brother, Viserys, had wed her off to a Dothraki warlord. I watched their relationship. They grew to love each other as Daenerys became pregnant. "The Stallion Who Mounts the World," was what she called the child in her womb. Then her "sun and stars" started to worsen. I watched her entire /khalasar/ leave her as she was in the fire, and she came back with three dragons and a baby. The remaining people called the child, "Rhaego Fireborn." They said that Daenerys was the mother of dragons, and that Rhaego was the son of were going somewhere, but it was too fuzzy for me to make out. It frustrated me to no end, the not knowing, but I knew that my ability was unpredictable.

The wolves howled frequently now, and once Maester Luwin told me that Bran had howled with them. I laughed. I only hoped my child was more wolf than lion or stag. It seemed wolves ran wild here in the North where I was queen. The Frey boys, Walder and Walder had arrived at Winterfell. They were troublesome, those boys, playing innumerable games with Rickon and stealing food from the kitchens. The wolves were sealed off to the Godswood after Shaggydog bit one of the Walders. I visited them with Rickon sometimes. I

wish I could go out to the town, riding Elm. I believed it was important, now that I was queen, for the citizens to know my face. I wanted my subjects to smile at my stomach and think, "Either a king or a Princess is in there," but it was for my safety, and for the baby's safety as well. I knew that the crown has eyes everywhere. No where is truly safe, not even in the castle.

I missed Robb with every ounce of my being. I would give most anything for him to hold me again, whisper my name, or cup my stomach. Robb would comfort me every time I was worried, and would kiss me every time I groaned at the seemingly endless piles of paper. I yearned for him. It was strange, but as my stomach grew, I yearned also for King's Landing. The sun on my skin as I chased Myrcella around the garden, even my scolding mother. Oh, Myrcella. Little Myrcella who was clever, brave, and stood up to anyone, even Joffrey.

My heartache was almost as painful as my child kicking at my ribs. It almost distracted me from my duties, but I seemed to be able to shut off the pain, and just focus. The crib that will be the child's arrived one day. Robb had helped me design it. It was made from the wood of the Wolfswood, and had carved direwolves.

"Your Grace," Lorena, my handmaiden, said. "As you are Queen, you should have a crown." I pondered it. "Take me to the smith," She led me to him. I described what I wanted. "Gold? Very suiting, Princess of Summer," I shrugged. The crown was simple enough, that of any normal Queen, with ridges of gold until it came together in a large peak, where they would fashion a large white jewel.

"King Robb's crown is said to be made of iron, your Grace," Lorena stated as she led me away from the smith

"Iron and Gold," I remarked, letting a smile creep up on my face.

P.S. You guys would check out my story "Fireborn", which is pretty much a 'what if Dany had Rhaego?' Also, would you guys read a story about Lyanna and Rhaegar's daughter? It would be completely unrelated to Iron & Gold and Fireborn.