DISCLAIMER: Chapter prologue.

I can't wait for the next episode, it better be an improvement then the last few and I also wanted to wish any mother a Happy Mother's Day!

Chapter rating: T

VIII

"Welcome Lord Tyrion of House Lannister," Rhaenyra greeted, she was the best one to do so as Robb greeted the Night's Watch man. She had barely convinced him to keep his sword sheathed, begging him not to do anything.

"Any man of the Night's watch is welcomed here within Winterfell," Robb spoke as Rhaenyra clutched her fist. With her and Robb sat Maester Luwin, Grey Wind laying in front, not happy that he was separated from the hatchlings.

"Any man of the Watch, but not I, eh boy?" Tyrion asked, having seen the tense in the Lady's face at the comment her husband gave. "You might learn a lord's courtesy as your wife has." Rhaenyra though, narrowed her eyes at that comment.

"I'm not your boy," Robb growled as Rhaenyra lightly gripped his knee underneath the table. Thankfully Bran's arrival with Lynara and Theon disrupted everyone's thoughts as Tyrion turned in awe as he looked… relieved from what Rhaenyra saw, Bran awake being carried by Hodor, Lynara's older brother and Old Nan's great-grandson.

"So it's true," he muttered before looking up at the boy. "Hello Bran," he greeted softly. "Tell me do you remember anything from what happened?" he asked.

"He has no memory, My Lord," Rhaenyra answered for the boy who looked to her quickly.

"Interesting," he muttered.

"Why are you here?" Robb asked, tired of being here already.

"Could your friend here kneel down, my neck is starting to hurt," Tyrion requested as Bran demanded for Hodor to kneel. "Do you like to ride?" the small lord asked as everyone tensed.

"I did when I used to walk," the boy spoke irritated.

"The boy can no longer ride without the use of his legs," Maester Luwin spoke as Tyrion turned.

"You don't need legs to ride," he commented as Rhaenyra perked up.

"How so My Lord?" she asked as the blonde pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to Bran who opened it to see something. Lynara came forward to see a contraption of a saddle.

"A saddle?" she asked as he nodded with a smile.

"Give that to your saddler. You shape the horse to the rider, find a yearling and have it trained to Bran's voice and the rein commands. Any cripple can ride given the right horse," he spoke as Bran bristled about the title.

"I'm not a cripple," he snarled.

"And I am not a dwarf, my father will rejoice to hear," he spoke sarcastic as Bran looked up.

"Can I really ride again?" he asked as Tyrion nodded.

"If you put in the effort, you will be as tall as any man," he spoke as Rhaenyra shot Robb a quirked eyebrow. "I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things," he mused softly as Bran smiled at Tyrion after he finishes looking over the plans with a positive looking Lynara.

"You have done my brother a service. The service of Winterfell is yours," Robb extended his false hospitality as they all knew it was from his tone.

"Save the false courtesy. There's a brothel outside your walls, Lord Stark. I think we will all benefit from that," he commented as they all came to an understanding. As everyone stood Rhaenyra walked to Tyrion who waited, wanting to see how the girl was doing.

"Lord Tyrion, may I see you out?" she asked as he nodded.

"Of course Lady Stark," he smiled as Yoren beamed at seeing her.

"My you've grown!" he cheered, giving her a small hug. This man had been there since her childhood at the Wall, she loved going to see him and her great-uncle. "Your Uncle sends these, and this," he produce a wrapped package and an unbroken seal.

"I'll take those My Lady," Lynara offered as she nodded.

"How did you hide those from me? I would have liked to read those," Tyrion spoke, knowing the shape of books as Rhaenyra giggled.

"Well they were given for her so I couldn't open them," Yoren shrugged as Tyrion laughed.

"May I ask what they are?" he asked as the man of the Night's Watch looked to her as she nodded.

"My Uncle has been finding most of the Targaryen books that hold our history. I was only taught what Valaena knew, but I'm what Maester Luwin calls an ever learning mind," she never heard Tyrion laugh that loud.

"Ah a young lady after my own heart," he beamed as she grinned.

"Whenever she came to the Wall she was always with her uncle Maester Aemon or the Lord Commander. She learned a great deal from them," Yoren told Tyrion who looked to her in shock.

"I thought the men were jesting me when they said she used to visit," Tyrion informed as they all laughed. Theon chuckled, having joined them.

"The boys and I were always happy to take a break from her beating our arses," he spoke as the Lannister man looked interested.

"She must be a fearsome opponent," he smirked as she laughed while the guards set up. "My Lady What happened to your hand?" he asked worried, lightly picking her hand up to see the bandages around her first and middle fingers. The wound was healing fine just needed to be kept covered up.

"I was playing with Shaggydog and Rickon when the pup bit me harshly. He didn't mean too just a small nip," she smiled with ease as Theon cut his eyes to her. He was stunned to see her blank face while she hid the truth about her tiny marks.

"Ohh," he mused softly and smiled. "You are a true animal girl, aren't you? You can handle anything they throw at you," he praised as she smiled.

"Well they're wolves so they'll get snippy," she warned as he laughed before frowning as he climbed up his horse.

"Lady Catelyn Stark, where is she why didn't she receive me?" He asked the pair who gulped.

"Our Lady isn't well," Theon frowned. They had all gone through this, claim Catelyn was sick by staying with Bran for so long.

"Is she even in Winterfell?" Tyrion asked not believing them.

"She is My Lord. But like Theon said, Lady Catelyn had suffered an illness that took over while she stayed beside Bran. She finally went to bed to rest when he woke, But it was still hard on her," Rhaenyra was doing everything in her power to put a believable lie on and prayed he bought it.

"Oh, well I wish I knew. I would have liked to see if she was feeling better," he spoke feeling a bit bad.

"It is a simple sickness," Maester Luwin spoke up while he came out. "The children have been doing their best to make sure everything is in order when she recovers," Tyrion nodded. But he was looking at all three, feeling like something was wrong. "I actually came here to steal My Lady away if I could," he claimed as the Imp nodded and smiled to Rhaenyra who returned the look before continuing with Maester Luwin. "Very good My Lady," he praised as she smiled softly.

"Is the saddle, Lord Tyrion designed. Can it actually be made?" she asked quite curious.

"I believe so, the horse would be the challenge," Maester Luwin spoke as Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes.

"I think Valaena might be of help, she helped Lord Stark pick Corlys for me," she explained as he nodded.

"I'll make sure to ask," he spoke as she smiled. Rhaenyra approached her husband who waved his brother off with Lynara who rolled the paper and walked off with the Maester following, talking with her.

"She giving that to the saddler?" Rhaenyra asked as Robb nodded. "How are you?" she asked smiling while cupping his face softly, he gave off a tiny grin.

"Fine. I promise," he swore as the woman smiled. Pressing a kiss to his lips while he pressed another to her forehead as she lowered her head as he watched around them. "Go be with the girls," he encouraged as she nodded.

"Please be nice," she begged as he chuckled softly sighed.

"I'll try," he reasoned as she snorted.

"That is all I will get" she smirked as he chuckled again before embracing her softly as she walked away with a smiling Valaena. "Also," she spoke up catching Robb. "Maester Luwin says the saddle is possible and like Lord Tyrion said it's the horse that we need to focus on. The right one is what we need and I remember your father, picked Corlys with Valaena's aid," Rhaenyra commented as Robb thought before nodding.

"Can you Valaena?" he asked as she nodded with a happy smile.

"Of course My Lord, I'm honored," the maid thanked him as he nodded with a small grin of his own. Together the women went back to her chambers where shrieks could be heard, they were faint but would get louder once they grew. They found Baela sitting with the hatchlings who were sitting in a small group face one another, they seemed to be singing. Their postures were relaxed and calm, Baela was watching them with a small smile as she listened before looking up as the girls quieted down.

"You needed to keep them quiet," Rhaenyra reminded her friend who winced.

"Sorry. I just- I couldn't do it. It was beautiful," she admitted as Valaena sighed.

"I know," Rhaenyra smiled as her hatchlings perked up at seeing her. "Robb loves listening to them at night as well," she claimed knowing that before when the window had been open a crack the hatchlings had sang the entire night, it didn't bother anyone, the guards liked it and Grey Wind would occasionally howl with them. "I've never known them to be singers," she joked as Valaena laughed with her while stroking one of the hatchling's nose while she started to clean up.

"How long will Lord Tyrion be here for?" Baela drawled out. Already bored in the chambers but until Robb could walk her back to her own chambers she had to remain in there.

"Just until tomorrow and please be more respectful," Valeana reprimanded before the girls looked to her confused.

"Why?" her daughter asked curiously.

"Because I said so," the elder snapped, her blue eyes lit up with fire as they pierced her daughter's somewhat darker ones, turning to look at her daughter who straightened, realizing she upset her mother, completely unintentional, but all the same.

"A-Alright, Mama. I-I'm sorry," Baela stuttered, alarmed at her mother's reaction. She's never upset her mother before like this, naturally she has done a few things to irritate her but never received this reaction before. Valaena froze at the stunned reaction from both her daughter and Lady who also looked concerned.

"No, it's just, um, I'm sorry Baela. It's Tyrion was one of the nicest people I knew back in King's Landing, our Lady is right, he is a nice man but he's still a Lannister," she spoke as she sat with the hatchlings and Rhaenyra who sat on a chair, allowing one of her children to glide over.

"Mother?" Baela asked softly crawling closer.

"Did I ever tell you about your father?" she asked as both tensed. He was a sensitive subject for the younger handmaiden, she didn't like talking about him.

"No. All I know is you spent a night together and then were separated. You went with Queen Rhaella on Dragonstone to attend to her during the birth," Baela did not know who he was but never wished to know. "I have no reason to know," she defended while giving her mother a hug from behind as the older woman smiled, laying her head against her daughter's while Alysanne shrieked at them, crawling into Valaena's lap, making them giggle together as it brought a smile to Rhaenyra's happy face.

"He's not a bad man. But he swore an oath, one that he wanted to keep," Valaena spoke as her daughter sighed softly.

"'His oath prevented him from claiming us' that's what you told me," Baela claimed as Valaena nodded, kissing her daughter's cheek and sighed softly.

"Yep, alright you," she aimed at Rhaenyra who perked up. "Are retiring early tonight and we'll all go on a hunt tomorrow once the Lannister party is through. We'll go deep into the Godswood to start," Valaena instantly took on 'Mother Dragon' better then anyone. "These girls already have a kill on them. They need to start learning what is food and what isn't," she instructed Rhaenyra who nodded. "The moment these dragons start killing unnecessarily it will turn the people against you, if they can look at them and stare at them without fear of being burned. I think it may help protect them," Valaena explained as Rhaenyra bit her lip. She knew they'd have to start practicing in their own but they were still so small. "I know you want to protect them longer but unless they explore more and get to know others, they'll be uncontrollable," the elder knew her Lady's fear of them being hurt. "They'll turn out like Shaggydog." That got Rhaenyra's attention, the wild direwolf pup Rickon claimed, despite her attempts with Robb and Theon, the direwolf was as wild as his master. It takes all three of them to chain the pup while Rickon fights the guard.

"I won't let that happen," Rhaenyra tightened her grip a bit on Rhaenys who had settled there, only for the small creature to growl a bit about being restrained. Soothing her hands over her tiny child she ran her thumbs along the female's back and over her leathery wings. Small vibrations left the trilling baby who purred about being pet.

"And we'll make sure that doesn't happen either," Valaena spoke up while embracing her daughter.

VIII

Rhaenyra was laughing as she played tug with a piece of rope while Rhaella growls viciously. Biting a better grip on it she tugged and yanked it from her stunned mother's hand. Suddenly it was yanked from the hatchling by a smirking Robb, who had snuck in, watching the hatchling while hugging his laughing wife from behind. Rhaella cried out for Robb to return her toy, when he offered a part of it she growled and launched for it. They laughed as she hung from it flapping her wings frantically to win her prize back. Carefully plucking her energetic daughter from the air Rhaenyra held the struggling hatchling for a moment before she settled in her mother's calming grip. Robb smiled as he threw the rope to the floor, rather watching his wife bond with her red hatchling but noticed the other two quickly dove to play with it while Grey Wind was let in by a guard who greeted the hatchlings when the shrieked at him. The three instantly started to play with the rope together while Robb and Rhaenyra watched.

"The girls are how old now?" Rhaenyra asked suddenly as Robb gently pet Rhaella's spine.

"Hmm," he hummed, smiling when the hatchling turned over a little. "Going on three moons I believe," he mused as Rhaella yawned softly. "Why?" he asked worried.

"Valaena wanted Baela and I to take them into the Godswood for them to practice flying and hunting tiny mice," she spoke as he tensed. "After the Lannister party left," she claimed as he sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He asked curious.

"If you want. I honestly should have done this well before. Not keep them inside all this time," she admitted as Robb frowned.

"These are the first dragons in 150 years and they happen to be born in the coldest place in Westeros," he added as she smirked.

"No The Wall is the coldest place of Westeros," she corrected as he sighed while she giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You wanted them kept safe. Protected by anyone who would turn on you," Robb defended as she chuckled while allowing Rhaella to leave her lap to try and launch herself off the bed as she almost fell off making the pair laugh. She laid her head against his while he nudged her back, kissing her temple.

"I don't think I'd handle losing them Robb," she spoke suddenly, feeling stupidly like Catelyn when Bran was asleep. "Why would I feel so strongly about this? I didn't bear them-"

"It doesn't matter. They are your children. They listen to you and look to you for food and protection. Like any child would their parent," he chuckled as she smiled. She felt Robb was much calmer than this morning when they were facing Tyrion Lannister. One of Theon's girls had sent word that Tyrion and all his party were at the brothel that night, though Yoren was sleeping he did flirt with a few of the girls for the fun.

"One thing I wish for them," she started suddenly making him look to her. "Is to take them to the Wall, I would like my Uncle to see them and Jon too," she smirked as he nodded.

"Your Uncle was the one who even gave you the words," he spoke as she nodded.

"I never realized it at first, until they were born but my House words are everything to how we were the Dragonlords," she responded as he got up to change. She stood to help him as he undid his laces she helped by yanking his shirt free and helped him yank it over as she pressed a kiss to his lips while undoing his breeches. As he kissed back and cupped her face, she succeeded in loosening the strings before a shriek made them jump apart as Rhaenys poked her head against her mother who pressed her face against Robb's bare chest while he stroked the hatchling's head when she chirped.

"Children they are indeed," he chuckled as Rhaenyra nodded before stepping away from him to allow him to ready himself for bed as Grey Wind went to his small bedding. Rhaenyra had put some furs down because the dragons would occasionally sleep with him, enjoying the furs. "You do realize once they grow bigger they won't have furs to sleep on?" he questioned as she smacked his shoulder.

"They are babies and it's cold here, I am going to give them furs," she gripped as he chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Alright the moment we are told they left and will not hear the girls. They are quite loud," he commented as she nodded. "We will all go to the Godswood. You know Grey Wind would love to join us," he spoke as she nodded, eventually the dragons became tired from their play and joined the direwolf on his bedding and snuggled up to him to bed. "Come, bedtime," he kissed her a final time before pushing her to lay down before pulling the furs over them as she curled up into his side before falling asleep.

VIII

(King's Landing)

'He hasn't sent word yet,' Cersei Lannister worried, dozens of her northern people went silent all of a sudden and when she sent a guard North to find out what or to kill the Targaryen whore. Either way she was nervous that he was dead or worse, she overheard word of Catelyn Tully in the capitol but she was already gone before she could snatch her. Cersei worried that many would start going to the Targaryen girl because she is the true child to sit on the throne, but she knew that fear of the Mad King put the terror in the hearts of the people. Jaime's been acting odd ever since they left Winterfell, he has been distant and recently was pouring over books of history. She knew he was sensitive about Rhaegar's family, the surviving former princess in the North.

Slowly she stood and looked out where the North is meant to be and would no doubt receive word on her death. The Stark girls were making it interesting, pretty little Sansa and wild child Arya. Sansa, she could control, Arya was the problem she was as wild as her wolf, unlike her sister who is still acting like the little naive girl she is. But she would get both under control, she just needed to get through their father first.

She knew that Rhaenyra would die, it was only a matter of time. Even if she had to keep sending more people to do so.

VIII

End of chapter. I hope you liked it! I'm trying to get in everyone's mindset, I hope I got Cersei's right. If you liked me doing King's Landing I'll try to do others like it and if you're all so dead set I can pull Daenerys in too before Khal Drogo's death. Let me know!

LunaDoesArt: I know! Come on he's been with him forever and fought for him, you think Jon would show a little gratitude! But I do hope your dog is doing better! I just held my pups after that scene, my old man the most. And how could they not see that?! Come on spent millions on it and one tiny cup skips right on through? Lastly I like your choice again, he was great fighter!

NicoleR85: Great! Oh trust me I can't wait to make it!

Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967: Great!

Guest: Like your choices, good ones.

lolistarkiller: I'm happy! And I was going to have Stannis be a big part of this later on. After all he was the reason she survived to King's Landing. And yes he is a good candidate!

~Rusty14~