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It was two days before the marriage of Lady Margaery to Lord Edmure. Raenera had seen them together they seem to get along for the most part. Edmure was quite taken with her in most men all she was quite pretty, many would call her beautiful. She seemed to ooze charm and grace. Sansa and Margaery had become great friends in her time together.
Catelyn, Sansa, Arya, Lady Olenna and Raenera were getting their gowns final fitting along with Lady Margaery. Brienne was standing guard inside the room since most of the ladies were in varies stages of undress. Evalyne was helping some of the maids. There were also two of Raenera's new guards standing outside the door, Ser Markas Dayne and Ser Tobas Bulwer. Jaime was off with Robb severing as a guard as well as help plan the battle since like Tyrion they knew their father. Ser Torrhen Karstark was also with Robb. The other two, "the twins" as Rae nicknamed, Ser Hectar Bracken and his twin brother Ser Howar Bracken where in the tiltyard with Willem and Martyn training them being they were wards of the crown and of age.
Raenera's gown was all but fitted, it needed to be taken out because of her growing baby belly. It was done in Stark grey satin with Targaryen red accents of direwolves and dragons in beading. It was ornate but nowhere as ornate as Margaery gown which looked like a rose garden of white roses. Sansa enjoyed being fussed over. Catelyn was also done along with Lady Olenna. She was fussing over Sansa gown it was prefect shade of Tully blue. Raenera was sitting by one of the tables as the dress makers tried to get Arya to stand still. Margaery stood in the center of the room. Lady Olenna stood near her granddaughter looking in the mirror. There were three maids pinning the gown.
Robb was off in his war council going over plans for the taking of the Twins. They still had not agreed on who would be Lord of Twins. So far seven names have been thrown into the pot and as much she wanted to name Tyrion, Lord of the Twins. Robb hated that idea. He pointed out it would be an insult because he came from a greater house. Mace had suggested his son Loras. Mace stated that he already had an heir, Willas and spare son Garlan, who was married on his way to producing sons and daughters. She hated to admit it, it did make sense. Raenera still had one last idea in her head for the position, Gendry. He deserved it because of him being Robert bastard son and he was beyond loyal to Robb and her more so than any of the others that where suggested. And on the plus side, it would make him a Lord worthy of a marriage of high-born lady. Rae had seen the way the way Arya and Gendry played with each other. They matched each other blow for blow. He was only man she could picture Arya being her definition of lady for.
"Arya" Catelyn scolded waking Rae from her thoughts.
"What she keep poking me," Arya defended.
Raenera groan as her stomach decided at the moment to roll. Evalyne was next to her with ginger tea. Rae looked over to Evalyne with a grateful smile. She took a sip of the tea. Before, she placed it on the table. She rose from her seat moved over to Arya and Catelyn. Catelyn was at her wits end with Arya and the new wards and planning a grand wedding. Raenera placed her hand on Catelyn shoulder asking if she could try something. Catelyn nodded head looking between Arya and Rae.
"Arya if you stay still and let them pin your dress. I will talk to Robb about having Brienne training you," Rae said as she stood near Arya.
"You would do that," Arya asked excitedly.
"Yes, but you have to stand still and let them do their jobs without complaint," Rae replied.
Rae moved closer to Catelyn. Catelyn looked at Arya staying still as a statue as the maids pinned the gown. Rae walked back over to her seat taking a drink of her ginger tea and bite of a lemon cake.
"Your gown is breathtaking Margaery," Rae said looking at Margaery's gown.
"Thank you, Your Grace," Margaery replied looking at Rae through the mirror.
"Raena, Lady Margaery, after all, we will be family in few days time," Raenera said.
"Raena," Margaery echoed.
Lady Olenna looked at Raenera in mirror patting Margaery arms. They both had a smile on their faces. Raenera had a small smile on her face. She met Lady Olenna eyes through the mirror. It was clear that what just happened was not what it really was at face value. Catelyn came over to Rae placing her hand on her shoulder. Rae looked up at her good-mother with a real smile.
"You are going to let Brienne train Arya."
"No, I told her that I would talk to Robb. Robb will decide if he wants to let her or not. Brienne is a great warrior and would not hurt your daughter. Make no mistake about it Arya will learn to sword fight one way or other. She is too stubborn not to do something she sets her mind to," Raenera replied taking a sip of her tea.
A knock echoed throughout the chamber. It caused most of the people to look toward the door. Brienne hand went to her sword. She looked over to Rae and Catelyn. They nodded their head.
"What is it?" Brienne asked.
"A raven for her grace from King's Landing," Ser Markas Dayne called out.
Raenera nodded her head. She rose from her chair. Margaery and Lady Olenna looked slightly shocked but quickly cover their surprise. Catelyn went back over to Arya. She was sure that whatever the letter said she would know it time. Evalyne who was talking with Sansa went to follow her.
"Stay Evalyne I will be fine. I just read it and reply to it," Raenera order softly.
"You're sure, your grace," Evalyne asked.
"Yes,excited" Raenera replied.
Raenera walked out the door. Ser Markas Dayne with his dark hair and blue eyes greeted her. He stood next to Ser Tobas Bulwer who hair dark blonde hair and brown eyes. They both bowed their head as she exited the room. The door shut quickly behind her. She took the offer letter from Ser Markas Dayne. Her eyes scanned the letter it was from Lord Varys. He wrote of Littlefinger marriage to Lady Lysa Arryn. Her eyes went wide as she read what would be damning evidence against Littlefinger in her eyes and Robb's eyes. Varys wrote how he held a dagger to Ned Stark's throat. Her plan to burn him alive became more firmly cemented in her mind. She walked off to find Robb. Ser Markas and Ser Tobas quickly followed her.
Petyr Baelish and Lady Lysa stood in the great hall of the Eerie, where the moon door was located. He had just arrived. Their marriage would take place very soon less than two days if Petyr had any say in the matter. He wanted to join with the winning side as fast as possible. And the fact that he could be with his love, Catelyn, was added benefit.
"Petyr," Lysa said excitedly.
"Darling," Petyr replied not as excited to see her.
"I'm so happy we will be tied together soon in marriage. Like we always should have been," Lysa said.
"So am I, dearest, after we are wed. It will be our best interest to enter this war." Petyr explained.
"And swear fealty to whom?" Lysa asked.
"Your nephew and wife, A Stark and Targaryen union will bring all who dispute their right to rule to the ground."
"You want me to swear loyalty to my dead husband bastard; a woman who made him in capable of loving me, who he grew to love more than anything in this world, more than my son. Who has no blood relation to him," Lysa roared.
"That bastard as you call her is winning this war," Petyr roared back at Lysa. He took a hold of her arms. "She has most of Westeros on her side. Three dragons which I hear are growing every day. They are now the size of direwolves how long before they are the size of Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes. Not to mention a direwolf that is constantly by her side and your nephew has one does he not. They have the largest army and if she and your nephew Robb want to they destroy any who stand in their way. That includes us. You are their family to them we will honor more because of that." Petyr argued.
"What about our son? How does he benefit from all of this?" Lysa asked.
"Raena grew up with him thinking him as her little brother. She never raised a hand to him. She will protect him better than anything, better than the Lannister ever could and will." Petyr said.
Raenera sat in the gardens of Riverrun later that night. She was just trying to get some time to think. Robb wanted to march on the Vale and forcibly remove Baelish, killing slowly and painfully for his crimes against his father. She had convinced him to wait for now but she was not sure for how long. Robb temper was great and this sparked it. Starlight lay in the grass by her along with Greywind. Greywind sat up by his mate protective of her in her delicate condition. Ser Markus and Ser Tobas stood by the entrance of the garden; mainly because Greywind and Starlight growled if they got any closer to her. A servant came out with her ginger tea and lemon cake that she wanted. It would hold her over to supper. Maester Davith came over to her as the servant left. He held a letter in his hand. Greywind let out a low growl as Maester Davith place his hand on her shoulder, alerting her to someone approaching her. She placed ha soothing hand on Greywind head as she turned and looked at Maester Davith.
"A letter, your grace, from across the Narrow Sea." Maester Davith said.
"Thank you," Rae replied taking a sip of her ginger tea.
"Your stomach still rolling at the slightest unpleasant smell," Maester Davith commented questioningly.
"Yes, he wants to see his mother in bed all day I think" Rae joked.
"You have grown quite large for the moons you have been pregnant. Perhaps you can stop to see me on the morrow and I can double check something." Maester Davith commented noting the size of her baby bump already.
Raenera looked down at her baby bump. It was large for the moons that passed. She placed her hand on the bump. She stroked it lovingly. His meaning slow sank into her mind. Her eyes went wide as she turned and looked at him.
"You think I could be carrying twins, " Rae asked shocked.
"I cannot say one way or another until I examine you again," Maester Davith stated.
"I will talk to Robb we will see you on the morrow. Hopefully before nooning meal," Rae said."
"Until tomorrow, Your Grace," Maester Davith said as he left.
"Tomorrow," Rae replied.
A few minutes later, Rae was lost in her thoughts of more than one child and what that could mean in her and Robb's future. She knew with one baby he was overprotective of her she could only imagine what he would be like with more than one. She would be more danger she remembered that much from her reading book.
"Let me pass, I wish to speak with Her Grace," Lady Olenna said to Ser Markas and Ser Tobas who were blocking her way.
It was enough to break Rae from her thoughts. Starlight stood up placing her head on Rae's lap. She petted her head as she turned and looked over to Ser Markas and Tobas. They looked at her for her to make a decision.
"Let her pass, and send a servant with another tea," Raenera ordered.
They nodded. Ser Markas stayed standing where he was. He was the better swordsman between the two. Ser Tobas went to tell servant of Queen Raenera request. Lady Olenna came over to the small table. Rae motioned to seat across from her. Lady Olenna took the seat looking at Rae. They both sat in silence for a long moment. Lady Olenna noted the letter that lay by Rae's hand.
"The raven from this morning," Lady Olenna asked.
"No, from my sister," Rae replied.
"Your sister?" Lady Olenna asked shocked.
"Daenerys, my half sister, she is across the Narrow Sea," Rae said.
The servant brought Lady Olenna some tea and platter of small sandwiches. Olenna looked to the servant asking for cheese. Raenera took a sip of her tea. Lady Olenna took a lemon cake. They both eyed each other as the servant quickly left to get Lady Olenna cheese. Rae took a deep breath.
"Let level with each other, I know you don't care for me and truthfully I don't care for you. You rather have your granddaughter in my place but that not going happen. I know you want what all family wants to better your family position," Rae said.
"You are smart."
"So are you."
"You would have made a lovely bride for Willas. But that was never to be I see that now. Perhaps, I will see my great granddaughter married to your son."
Raenera made a face at the thought of her baby son being used as a pawn in someone game for power. Her hand drifted to her belly. Lady Olenna noted that.
"You are not happy with the idea of that match."
"It's not that I don't like the match. I will not betroth my unborn child to not yet conceived child. For all, we know I could bare my husband nothing but daughters. The same could be said for Lady Margaery baring Edmure daughters or sons. I could have a son. I want my son to marry for something other than duty."
"He will be a prince his duty is to marry a high-born lady."
"Of his choosing, if my son chooses your great granddaughter I have nothing wrong with the match. But until then no more scheming," Rae ordered.
"Your Grace," Lady Olenna said.
"Lady Olenna," Raenera said reaching a truce of sorts.
A cry went up a moment later, a rider had been spotted. Ser Markas and Ser Tobas came much closer. They started to usher Lady Olenna and Raenera inside. They reached the main courtyard where all the guards stood at the ready. Ser Davos was lead inside the castle his weapons were taken from him. His eyes met the purple eyes of Raenera. Her dragons circled above the castle. Robb came out of the castle with his many guards.
"Your graces, I come on behalf of Stannis Baratheon. I am Ser Davos Seaworth," Ser Davos said.
Raenera looked at Robb and Robb looked at her. Robb came over to taking her arm. His hand went to belly. She looked at him lovingly. They turned their attention back to Ser Davos.