"Come on, now!" Robb called out to Ned. The toddler waddled over to his father, laughing. Robb hoisted his son up on the horse, and saddled after him.

From Elm, I laughed. "Have fun!" Sansa called, wearing a blue fur trimmed cloak with a hood. She was holding little Catelyn, who was four months old, and growing more and more beautiful every day.

Ned looked nervous on top of the horse. "It'll be okay," I tell him, smiling. "If you want to go slower, just tell us." He nods, and then puts on his brave face.

He screeches when the horse starts to move, but he then commands us to go faster. "Faster!" He cried out, and we did as he declared.

The horses started galloping, all while Ned giggled wildly. We rode through the forest, and then we went to the Godswood. Bran, Rickon, Shaggydog, Summer, and the two Reeds sat, enjoying the day. As Bran laughed at something, I dismounted and brought Ned down, and then placed him on the soft grass.

He pouted, and opened his mouth to object, but I quickly said, "Go and play with your uncles. Your father and I have to talk about something,"

Robb and I watched as he ran over to his uncle Rickon, who immediately placed him on Summer's back. Ned became distracted, so Robb and I walked a little farther away.

"Daenerys is crossing the Narrow Sea," I told him. "She should be at White Harbor by the new month,"

"So we have to leave soon?" He asked. I nod. "By end of the week," I tell him. "You'll be coming, I assume?" I nod again. He chuckles. "Gods, I love you," I smile at him. "I love you too," We made our way back to Ned, and he rode with his father back to Winterfell.

• • •

Robb, a small escort and I rode out to White Harbor. We made it within a week, and were welcome into the home of the Manderlys. I immediately grew found of Wylla Manderly, who dyed her hair green and spoke her mind.

We didn't have to wait long before Daenerys arrived at White Harbor. She had a large fleet, and I could already see the sheer size of her army.

Daenerys herself wore a black cloak and hood, with a red three headed dragon sewn into her back. Underneath it, I could see a red dress.

I could already tell that Daenerys was stunning, and I nervously smoothed out my skirts. But soon my attention was dragged somewhere else.

The black dragon screeched above our heads, and the entire crowd gasped. Behind him were two more dragons, joining in his song. While others began to worry and even cry out, I felt a smile on my lips.

Soon Daenerys's ship docked, and she stepped out. She seemed almost out of place in the rickety city, with her red clothing and pale face and hair. I straightened my posture, widened my smile, and walked up to her. "Welcome to the North," I say, extending my hand. Daenerys shakes it.

"Your home is... Different from Meereen." She manages. I laugh. "You are Annablyth, I assume?" She asks. "And you are the famous Daenerys?"

She laughs, like twinkling bells. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Daenerys says, "The pleasure is all mine,"

I introduce her to Robb, before personally escorting her to her chambers.

The feast that night was unbelievably delicious, the Manderlys obviously trying to show off their wealth. Daenerys had no real reaction, and I remember hearing she lived as a beggar as a child.

A Princess on the streets.

How terrible.

Daenerys and I naturally discussed strategies, and, affirming it the next day with the other lords, we decided to sleep the host into three. One would be led by Daenerys, one by Robb, and the final by me.

By the next month, Daenerys and her host were in Winterfell. There, Robb's army started to amass. Banner men that Robb had once claimed would never fight again rose, seeming rejuvenated by the tales of dragons.

The dragons were something I don't think I'll ever get over.

They were allowed to stay, as long as they were outside the gates.

One day, at Daenerys's insistence, I brought out Ned and Cate to see the dragons. Viserion was the only one there, and he was docile and Dany even sat Ned on him.

Two months after the future Queen set foot in the North, the gigantic army started their way South.

Soon enough we completely drove the enemy forces out of the Riverlands. We then set our sights on the Vale. Daenerys, wearing a slim blue scale dress, rode Drogon to meet with Robert Arryn. He surrendered immediately, and for the first time in a long time, the army was given the chance to rest.

The army then split, and each host, called Vhagar, Meraxes, and Balerion respectively, was sent off. Daenerys, with her three dragons, led the Balerion force to the Westerlands, forcing the army to die or retreat to King's Landing. She burned Lannisport and captured Casterly Rock.

I, leading the Vhagar force, captured the Stormlands mostly peacefully. They bent the knee, maybe because I was a Baratheon, and I only had to capture one small keep that refused to surrender.

Robb went to the Reach, and even the Meraxes force couldn't beat the Tyrells. We were defeated, but soon the three hosts joined together and defeated them. The Tyrells then willingly joined our cause, and we gained two men for every one we lost.

Now with the three heads of the dragon, we made our way to King's Landing. Our army stormed the castle, and the city, and Daenerys made it very clear that if any man in the army harmed an innocent that was doing no harm, would be killed.

Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal sat in the Throne Room when I arrived. For the battle, I had worn flowing blue silks with an iron armour corset. Daenerys, looking battle worn but happy, sat on the Throne, affectionately petting Drogon's head.

"My family?" I ask, and I notice my voice is hard, using it's once playful edge. The battlefield changed us all. "Robb is alive, having his wounds tended to," I already knew that, I meant the Lannisters.

"Your mother was lost to the mobs, I'm afraid. Her corpse is being retrieved. No woman deserved what she got." Dany shook her head, her perfect curls shimmering in the soft light. "My uncles?" I ask. "Both of them are captive, waiting to be judged,"

Dany sighed. "I value your friendship, but I am afraid I cannot let them live." I nod, understanding, though I wonder, "May I be a judge at the least?"

"Of course,"

"My siblings?" Myrcella and Tommen are innocents.

"The Martells are sending Myrcella back, since they cannot consider a bastard. Tommen is in his guarded chambers. They are only children, and I shall allow them to be wards of the crown before finding them suitors when they come of age,"

I breath a sigh of relief, for I know that Dany cannot grant them any more mercy.

I don't ask for Tywin, because I know he's doomed.