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XVI

Rhaenyra moaned softly as she woke to Robb's fingers touching her back, she could hear her dragons shrieking and crying out as they fished. Brynden had joked saying they'll run out of fish if they girls stayed at Riverrun with how big they were getting, but had been more than happy to watch over the girls when the queen was absent. Queen. That still sounded weird to her. She never thought she'd regain her original status, not that it was a big deal to her, but she knew many would claim otherwise. She did not care though. Lips pressing against her forehead distracted her and made her eyes open as she looked to him, his Tully blue eyes piercing her violet ones that he swore shifted when her emotions ran high. Angry and upset they darken and glow like a fire, happy and love they were light and bright, but again he swore they narrowed when she wanted sex. She would say his shift as well and he believes her with a chuckle before pressing in for another kiss.

"Good morning, My King," she greeted as he cupped the back of her head, pulling her up for another kiss as he groaned, feeling himself slip from her warmth.

"Hello to you My Queen," he smirked. "My Dragon Queen," he smirked as she grinned with a giggle.

"That would make you what? My Wolf King?" she asked with a sly smirk while biting her lip as he hummed. Thumbs running over her hips as she rocked them back and forth, groans started to leave his throat as she reached back and grabbed his hardening cock. Carefully easing herself back onto him she gasped softly, eyes rolling back while she continued to rock back and forth, fingers braced on his stomach. Groans left Robb as he aided her as his hips moved with her, his glazed eyes watched her move, the fluid motions of her hips, they've spent their nights in Riverrun almost up every night. "If I did not know any better Husband I would say you are trying to impregnate me," she grinned as he huffed a laugh.

"A sight I cannot wait to see," he moaned as he grabbed her hips harder, not bringing pain but pleasure to the Dragon Queen who growled softly. "You big with my child, my babe," Robb whispered against her bruised lips as she clenched her face feeling her build up tighten. It seemed to invigorate him to thrust harder as she dug her nails into his shoulders. His lips latched onto her nipples as they were perky and swaying in front of him.

"Gods, I will always be large," she laughed as he chuckled deeply, tongue twirling around the breast as he also nipped it.

"A herd of children. With our looks and power," he smirked as she grinned before bouncing harder, it was only going to take a few more well aimed hits before she seized, walls tightening to a point he could not move as he groaned and loved it. She collapsed onto him before he continued, desperate to reach his end as she whimpered, feeling a delicious tingle as he cummed. Breathing harshly, their sweat covered bodies cooled with the open window, Rhaenyra panted as she could now hear the dragons once more over her own blood pounding, but as her ear was pressed to Robb's chest she could hear his thundering heart.

"A herd of children," she beamed as he grinned pressing another kiss to her lips before the dragons interrupted by flying in and dropping a burnt fish as they paused. Grey Wind lifted his head from the bed before lying his head back down and groaning softly.

Robb could see right now that the dragons were growing quicker, they were already twice their original size and he's seen Rhaella and Rhaenys grow bolder and snatch food from Grey Wind who's nipped their hides in irritation before snatching his carcass back, growling sharply when Rhaenys has tried to retake it. Rhaella though stares him down until he snarls and she looks away, Rhaenyra worried she'd hurt him once she grew too big. But she's seen Rhaella purr and nudge Grey Wind's face when wanting food as he'd walk away to allow her to feast, happily doing so. She hoped he'd show that he still provided for her even as she grows.

XVI

(King's Landing)

Tyrion whistled as he waddled in with a grin as he saw the befuddled looks on the council's face when he entered. His sister looked like she swallowed a lemon and glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked harshly.

"Father sends his regards," Tyrion spoke as he produced his letter, with his father's seal and special gold wax.

"What regards?" she snarled shooting up from the King's chair that she occupied while he took the Hand's. Lord Varys had examined it before it was taken quite roughly. "My lord father has sent my brother to sit in his place in this council. He asks that we accept Tyrion as the Hand of the King, until such time as he himself can join us," she snarled out as everyone tensed. "I sent for Father and an army and he sends me you," she spat as he grinned.

"You are right. Father sent me, he is fighting a war. A war started by our King," Tyrion started before pausing as his sister's face morphed into their House animal's at the mention of her son. "My Lords if you would be kind enough to permit me a moment with my sister in private?" he asked as they all nodded and stood.

"Of course. Call if we shall be needed My Lord, Your Grace," Varys spoke as he left first, Pycelle, Slynt and Littlefinger were last to leave at slower rates.

"How did you convince Father?" she asked as he scoffed.

"If I could convince Father of something then I would be emperor of the world by now," Tyrion joked as she glared.

"I am Joffrey's Regent, I sent him a royal command," she snarled as Tyrion just looked at her.

"Yes you gave him a command and he ignored you," Tyrion mocked her. "He is fighting a war because of what your son did," he growled out as Cersei bit her lip with a grimace.

"He was instructed to pardon Stark, to allow him to take the black. The man would have been out of our way forever, and we might have made peace with that son of his, but Joff took it upon himself to give the people a better show. What was I to do? He called for Lord Eddard's head in front of half the city. Janos Slynt and Ser Ilyn went ahead and shortened the man without a word from me!" Her hand tightened into a fist. "And the High Septon claims we profaned Baelor's Sept with blood, after lying to him about our intent."

"He has a point," claimed Tyrion. "So this Lord Slynt, he was part of it, was he? Tell me, whose fine idea was it to grant him Harrenhal and named him to the council? Clearly he's an imbecile."

"Littlefinger made the arrangements. We needed Slynt's gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly and he'd written to Lord Stannis, offering him the throne. We might have lost all," she sighed as he growled.

"We're at war with his son. If yours had kept Lord Stark's head then we would not be in this situation," Tyrion pointed out as Cersei frowned. "Along those fine points, whose idea was it to dismiss Ser Barristan Selmy from the Kingsguard? Was it Joffrey's?" Tyrion asked as she sighed.

"We offered the old fool land and a castle to go with it-"

"You've disgraced a war hero!" Tyrion interrupted before continuing as she almost spoke again. "And the 'old fool' you call him took out Lord Slynt's guards as he left through the Mud Gate, like picking off flies," Tyrion snarled as Cersei flinched at his tone.

"Janos is not as smart as some might think. He posts very little men," she mumbled the last part as they sat in chairs facing one another.

"Ser Barristan was the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard. He and Jaime are the only survivors of Aerys Targaryen's seven. The smallfolk talk of him in the same way they talk of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. What do you imagine they'll think when they see Barristan the Bold riding beside Robb Stark?" he asked as Cersei frowned.

"Why would he join the Stark boy?" she asked not understanding fully he was a northerner, Barristan a southerner.

"So far the Stark boy has not lost a battle and because that is where Rhaenyra Targaryen is," Tyrion pointed out as Cersei frowned.

"What good is a little girl?" she asked scoffing softly.

"She is the last surviving child of the Targaryens and is the Mother of Dragons, if the rumors are to be believed," he commented as her eyes narrowed.

"They are just stories Tyrion," she dismissed, she refused to believe dragons existed. The only thing left of them were beneath their feet in the dungeons.

"But that is one of the reasons Father sent me," Tyrion interjected. "I am here to bring your son to heel and to put a stop to all this nonsense. What I worry about is that Rhaenyra might go to Stannis or Renly to make a deal," he mumbled suddenly as she perked.

"What are you talking about?" she asked wanting to know. If Tyrion suspected something it usually meant a great deal.

"The stories were that Stannis brought Rhaenyra to-"

"-King's Landing, yes he did. Cared for her himself," Cersei shrugged, not understanding.

"What if she played on that little part? If Robb and her were King and Queen of the North-"

"-He'd be King of the South? Why? He wants all 7 kingdoms," she was sure that's what the Baratheon man wanted. Both of them.

"No. I was told he used to visit the young girl when she was in White Harbor, he'd once given her a knife I believe," he mumbled as she narrowed her eyes.

"How do you know all this?" she asked curious how this escaped her knowledge as she has spies on that girl since she was a babe except recently.

"Because I asked her. I was curious about her life growing up, I learned that she went to the Wall, traveled to close northern castles until she grew up," he informed her as she pursed her lips before they curled into a smile. "What?" he frowned, suddenly.

"How much did you learn about her?" Cersei asked suddenly as Tyrion froze, he learned a bit from the Wall, not her uncle though who clamped shut when he learned who he spoke to, and some of the northern people who were too drunk to realize. Though he knew some were tight lipped when something was mentioned and not allowed themselves to speak.

"From what I could get out, the people love her. I even heard a peasant comment how she'd rather risk a Targaryen as Queen then your son as King," Tyrion spoke as her face drew into a snarl.

"She needs to be eliminated," Cersei decided as Tyrion spoke quicker.

"NO! If you do that it'll cause all out war with everyone! The Dornish have sided with the Stark army. You realize if Robb asked, Prince Oberyn could have his brother send more men in this direction, the only kingdom to resist Aegon who had bigger dragons," Tyrion believed the rumors, it was sad, he wanted to believe in them.

"They are only rumors, and as you've said we're already at war," she emphasized. "If she dies, someone will be blamed," she spoke smoothly as he narrowed his eyes.

"She is a Targaryen, the only problem she poses is to you and your children who sit on that throne," he pointed out. "There won't be another blamed because Stannis and Renly both have not even attempted anything. The only thing I got out when she was attacked before was that it was a blonde woman who snuck past the guards," Tyrion trailed off slowly as he thought. Blondes were more common in their home, not even the Stormlands held many fair haired children.

"Anyone can be bought," Cersei deflected as Tyrion looked to her sharply.

"Yes, anyone," he agreed as she hummed while he stood. "I am here only to advise the King," he soothed looking back to her when he turned to leave.

"Only to advise?" she asked as he nodded.

"Yes. That is the Hand's job," he nodded before walking away. "The King just might get his Uncle back if he does. We at least have the Stark girls to trade for him," he offered as hope as Cersei froze.

"One," she ground out as he skidded.

"One? We had three! The only adult lost his head and I only saw Sansa!" Tyrion snarled as Cersei sighed.

"Arya. The little animal escaped when Ser Meryn went to retrieve her, her dancing master interfered, she fled. Hasn't been seen since, she is likely dead," Cersei spoke, silently hoping she was.

"You better hope not as Robb will be wanting both his sisters," he spoke out as she scoffed.

"She is still engaged to Joffrey until she flowers, he'll put a child in her then. I have been letting the people think that we have Arya," she deflected as he sighed before returning his original direction. "If you find out anything-"

"I will inform you immediately," he spoke before exiting while Bronn grinned. Being completely bored out there with the stick in the mud guard.

"Ready?" he asked, stepping aside as Tyrion walked in front of him.

"Always," the Imp grinned and together they walked off to examine the city and learn what they could.

XVI

(Riverrun)

Giggles left the bed as Rhaenyra tried to free herself from Robb who had pinned her. He had left multiple marks and bites on her as she laughed when he had tickled her mercilessly. A knock quickly silenced her as he sighed with a defeated look. Smiling she watched him get up and put his robe on while she pulled the furs higher over herself before leaping out of her skin when Rhaella landed right on the bed, laying in her mother's lap, nudging her hand. She turned to the door as Robb had also paused before opening to see Baela who was smirking when he groaned realizing she had been listening.

"You two sounded like you were having fun," she smirked as he glared.

"What?" he asked sharply but she laughed before coming in as he closed the door. Retrieving the robe she held it up for Rhaenyra who stood after shoving the dragon off. Offering a piece of raw meat the dragon took the piece happily, scorching it as she ate.

"Alright, I tried to leave you guys alone today but Prince Oberyn will be arriving soon. Lady Catelyn has asked me to make sure both of you are up and ready to receive him," Baela requested as Robb nodded.

"Alright, thank you," he thanked as she nodded and left. Knowing Robb could help Rhaenyra get herself ready.

"I will come back to feed the girls if I still need to," Rhaenyra shook her head.

"As long as we remain in Riverrun the girls can hunt for themselves. They seem to be doing good," Rhaenyra commented when Rhaella climbed up onto the window seal still chewing her piece before purring when her mother stroked her back and watched her leap and glide to her hunting sisters. They seemed to like flying over the river.

"Have they even returned?" she asked with a laugh, she pulled a piece of bigger bloodier meat to Grey Wind who's tail wagged when he smelled it but huffed softly before snatching it up.

"A few times during the day but mostly only to sleep at night," Rhaenyra spoke as Baela hummed before leaving as Robb started to dress. Rhaenyra softly sat at the bed and brushed her hair, trying to smooth it down, but there were a few snares that were more stubborn.

"Come here," he spoke softly as he gently took the brush and started to go through her long white hair. She, Valaena and Baela were easily spotted among their army with the light hair, but now he understood why Baela's always looked like it had some gold in her hair, everyone assumed it was just that it was just her hair darkening to a lighter gold, her mother's though had been white, Robb couldn't believe that Jaime was her father.

Once they were dressed the two left with Rudy and Olyvar joining, Hoster had been resting and Robb didn't want to wake him, wanting him to rest. But they were more than happy to wait for Oberyn who was seen marching through. Rhaenyra stood with her husband and their lords, Theon stood alongside Catelyn and Edmure as the Sand Snakes waited eagerly, it brought a smile to the Tully woman who knew the man must be a good father for the girls to await his arrival like her son's direwolf awaits his return. Rhaenyra though was more worried about the dragons, she didn't know where they were and it drew worry from her.

"Prince Oberyn," Robb's voice brought her back to the present as she saw Oberyn dismount and happily greeted Robb.

"King Robb," he beamed, no sarcasm seen or heard, he gripped the younger man's forearm.

"Thank you for traveling all this way," Robb thanked him as the man smirked.

"Of course. Your father was a true and honorable man, we would happily go against the Lannisters," his though seemed to drift through the crowd which brought Robb's attention.

"My wife, Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," he introduced Rhaenyra who smiled to Oberyn who stared at her with awe. She looked identical to her brother, Rhaegar.

"And Mother to Dragons if rumors are to be believed," he pressed as she sighed softly, realizing he must've been looking for them. Not looking away from him she whistled, confusing him before all three dropped and shrieked at him and his men who leapt back in shock. Oberyn was stunned and shocked as his daughters grinned, finding it humorous, the woman beside the youngest, Tyene, yelped in fear as Grey Wind approached as well. "So they are true," he smirked, kneeling down as Rhaella sniffed his air deeply. Suddenly she hissed softly, aimed at his belt, curious he lifted the knife as she growled along with Rhaenys and Alysanne.

"What is it?" Robb asked worried.

"A poisoned knife," the Prince grinned to their shock. "They are good. The red one. She smelled it instantly," he chuckled as the dragons came to their mother.

"The red is named Rhaella," Rhaenyra claimed as he nodded with an 'ah.' "Rhaenys, the gold one. Alysanne my blue," she added as he hummed curious as his eyes went to the gold dragon, named after his niece.

"Good names," he praised as she smiled softly. "They are bigger than I thought," Oberyn commented as he walked around them, all three watching him with caution.

"The girls are near a year in three moons," Robb claimed, knowing when the dragons had been born.

"I heard they were the size of cats?" he questioned as the dragons were bigger, they above their mother's knees.

"When they were born," Rhaenyra spoke as Rhaella crooned to her. "But they grow as they eat," she informed as Oberyn nodded.

"Come Prince Oberyn. We can discuss our plans," Robb spoke up as Oberyn nodded, eager to learn the Northern plans for battle, while Rhaenyra aided the Dornish in set up their camp, urging her daughters off.

XVI

Ellaria who Rhaenyra had been quickly introduced to linked arms with the paramour of her ally. Ellaria complained softly about the wet mud and damp air, Rhaenyra agreed, preferring the cold unlike her new friend who claimed to miss the heat.

"I can guarantee that you will be reunited with the beloved heat you love, I, on the other hand, will roast," she admitted which brought a howl of laughter from the woman beside. It brought a smile to many of the servants who had noticed them walking from the castle to walk alongside the river. The dragons flew overhead, shrieking and playing as they fished, they noticed the dragons would always push each other down with their feet as two would twirl with something clutched in their talons.

"They truly are gorgeous," Ellaria spoke as they stopped, Rudy and Tyene had been walking side-by-side with behind them a bit, it was no show that Tyene was Ellaria's favored and eldest. Rhaenyra had asked if she could learn more about the Sand Snakes and Dorne, and she has learned quite a bit.

"Yes and very noisy," Rhaenyra joked as she laughed. Alysanne had just landed with an uncooked fish before scorching it as her mother cooed to her softly in Valyrian. "ñuhys zaldrīzes tala," (My dragon daughter,) the blue dragon trilled as she ate her fish whole while crooning to her mother and stretching up to be pet, her face now fit in her mother's hand. Oberyn had not been lying, they all expected the dragons to be smaller, but they were already nearing a year soon. They become bigger next year.

"Your Grace!" Olyvar Frey called out as Rhaenys landed with a hiss and flashed her golden wings as Ellaria gripped the lady's arm fearfully. The squire froze at the furious green-eyed dragon who growled as her mother lightly tapped her head as Rhaella continued to hunt, not bothered like her younger sisters.

"Kelītīs," (Halt) she ordered as they did so before answering the squire. "Yes, what is it?" she asked softly, bringing Ellaria with her as the woman eyed the dragons, noting how she would hiss or growl at someone coming too close to her mother.

"A-a raven has been sent. From Lor-King Stannis," he stuttered as Rhaenyra confusingly raised an eyebrow, eyes a tad narrowed.

"Explain," she ordered as he nodded with a firm motion.

"With King Robert's death, his younger brother Lord Stannis has named himself King. But his… his letter has something you should hear for your own ears, Your Grace," he added the last part still learning. Rhaenyra nodded and urged both her younger daughters back to the castle or to their sister. As the five marched back into Riverrun, Ellaria quickly went to her lover's side with her oldest daughter as Rudy joined Theon. Robb who had been in the hall reading a letter.

"Have Valaena brought in," Robb ordered as Rhaenyra frowned.

"Alright," she gave a soft agreement before turning to Edrick, who had been petting Grey Wind, nodded and ran off. "What is it?" she asked as she turned back. Robb, instead of answering her, gave her the letter as she read it, eyes almost bulging out. The dragons suddenly flew in as men moved to accommodate their space.

"All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and seal of Stannis of House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." Rhaenyra almost felt… sick? But they were like her, of siblings, but her family has been doing it since even before The Doom, to keep their bloodlines pure, for the dragons.

"So Joffrey, Myrcella & Tommen are not of the Baratheon bloodline, therefore no claim to the Iron Throne," she spoke as Robb nodded. But why was he wanting Valaena brought in.

"Your Grace?" the woman in question called out. Baela, sadly was with her too. Robb nodded to her as Rhaenyra swallowed before giving the note to her caregiver as they all watched her reaction. Robb, most of all. As she started to read it, her face fell into a frown before her eyes widened as her mouth slowly fell open, she blinked rapidly before swallowing. "Why did you show me this?" she asked, anger in her tone, fiery blue eyes piercing Robb's calm Tully ones.

"To show you Val. To show you who he really is," Robb spoke as the woman who helped raise him glared sharply.

"I know exactly who this man is, better than you, King Robb," she spoke sharply, when one of the lords looked ready to speak at her rudeness Robb shook his head. He knew he was asking for it when he aimed this at Valaena who truly had no idea Jaime had fathered children with his sister. "So, Joffrey Baratheon is no Baratheon, he's a bastard born of incest," she spoke loudly and clearly. Indicating she did not care.

"Yes. It means Stannis Baratheon is the true heir," Robb spoke as Valaena bit her lip, he knew that she would claimed Rhaenyra the best heir but she would refuse, as always.

"What will we do?" Rhaenyra asked as Robb shrugged, unsure himself.

"I don't know," he spoke as the Lords spoke among themselves.

"How about we finish this tomorrow?" Oberyn suggested, aiding Robb in learning how to rule. Seeing the tiredness in the young man himself, he decided to help in dismissing the meeting with a suggestion as Robb took it.

"Yes," he agreed, the lords all too happily agreed as they leapt up or eagerly spoke about retiring as Rhaenyra stroked Rhaella's nose while Edrick played with Rhaenys who tried to pounce on his feet.

"Go as well," she encouraged as the boy nodded and returned with Lynara who had taken to caring for the boy. Baela gently guided her mother from the hall to talk and discuss what they learned, Catelyn had gone to talk with her brother and uncle.

"We still have to go see your Grandfather, My Love," she spoke as they entered their chambers while he sighed softly.

"I know," he claimed as he sat in a chair while Alysanne softly greeted him, purring as he stroked her face and ran his large hand down her growing neck. "I was going to ask Mother to see him before supper," he commented as she smiled.

"How about earlier?" Petting her two older dragons who crooned at the feeling. "Come along My Love," she encouraged as Robb sighed before getting back up. She smiled as she dragged him up by his hand while the dragons shrieked at him happily, Robb was certain now, their moods matched up with his wife's as he smiled too.

"Alright, alright. We'll go now," he conceded as she very much wished to meet the elder man who fathered Catelyn Stark and Edmure Tully. Bryden had told her stories when she would sometimes stand alongside him on the battlement watching her dragons, he joked about them preferring fish over deer, they'd spotted Grey Wind eating off a deer carcass while the girls continued to fish. Together they made their way up to see Catelyn and Edmure about to go inside.

"Lady Catelyn, Lord Edmure," Rhaenyra caught them. "Might we join you?" she asked as they nodded with smiles.

"Of course," Catelyn beamed happy that Robb was getting to meet his grandfather after so long. Carefully they entered the chambers of Hoster Tully as Rhaenyra hung back with Bryden who had decided to open his brother's windows. The old man was withered and shrunken, she overheard Bryden mumble to her as she stood alongside him, his old Tully eyes were dull and he was pale. But seeing Robb he smiled and lit up which made Rhaenyra smile as well, he was happy to see his eldest grandchild.

"Robb. My grandson. King in the North," he greeted as the young man sat on the side of his bed, holding his grandfather's hand. A small smile on his face as he looked to him.

"Hello Grandfather," Robb greeted while the elder man beamed.

"My boy you are grown. I last saw you as a squalling newborn," he smirked which brought a grin to his grandson's face.

"Aye, how do you feel?" he asked worried as the old man scoffed.

"I will be fine. Just a simple sickness," he coughed while Maester Vyman offered him dreamwine. "I hear you finally married the Targaryen girl. Rhaenyra Stormborn?" he asked as Robb gave a soft 'uh' at the old name for the girl for being born during the worst storm in history.

"I am right here My Lord," Rhaenyra spoke up softly as she slowly joined, the man looked to the young girl his daughter had taken as her own. And Hoster saw a true northern Targaryen; her hair was still it's pure white while braided like a northerner.

"A beautiful girl. A dragon," he whispered as she laughed softly.

"I can reassure you, My Lord. I am not a dragon," she spoke as he smirked. "You can meet the real dragons if you wish," she suggested as everyone looked to her with wonder and slight worry.

"They're here?" he asked. Having thought he heard them.

"Yes," Rhaenyra answered before the dragons flew into the solar as Hoster looked to them shocked. The Maester hadn't met them yet either and yelped softly while Rhaenys shrieked at him. Alysanne slowly walked up to her mother who gently pet her while coming closer to Hoster. "Alysanne," she spoke as the blue dragon climbed up, using Robb's legs, but she sniffed the Tully lord's hand before allowing him to pet her as she purred, he gasped softly as she settled herself against his side.

"I have something to give you both," he spoke as they perked up. A servant entered as they looked to see two pillows being covered by a cloth. He continued to pet the dragon who also lifted her head curiously as Rhaella and Rhaenys surrounded their mother's feet, a small growl emitting from Rhaella as the nervous servant paused.

"Kelītīs," she demanded as the dragon did as she was told. Smiling encouragingly Rhaenyra waved the servant to approach as Hoster smirked. Seeing the posture of his new granddaughter.

"I had these made fresh," he spoke as they looked at the servants who removed their coverings. The one on the left was an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. There was a wolf on the front and two on side faced howling with a spike going through the top but behind the design. The one on the right was more feminine, it too was an open circlet with runes, and to her happiness more simple than Robb's, just a bronze band with the markings but thin enough to be a woman's.

"They're beautiful," Rhaenyra spoke in awe of them as Hoster grinned.

"I wanted to give you both something, personal," he spoke, voice getting weaker. His eyes started to drop as Catelyn held his hand while Alysanne trilled confused softly nudging the hand that rested on her back still.

"Robb," Rhaenyra whispered softly and motioned to the crowns.

"Right," he nodded back. "Grandfather, thank you for the gifts," Robb thanked his grandfather who smiled and motioned as Catelyn stood with Edmure to retrieve the crowns resting on the pillows before softly resting them on the King and Queen's heads. Catelyn had crowned Rhaenyra while Edmure put Robb's on, it made Hoster smile, sighing softly as he decided to rest.

"We shall let you rest My Lord, please feel better," Rhaenyra bid as he coughed sofly.

"Please… call me Hoster," he urged in between tired breathes.

"Yes, Hoster," Rhaenyra smiled while Robb beamed to his young wife while his mother and uncle remained beside his grandfather before he urged her out, the dragons slowly left as well as Alysanne was last to leave.

Many bowed when they spotted their leaders leaving, they continued as they smiled to the people before entering their room once more, knowing they'd have to wear these when they go to dinner.

"Are you ready for a lifetime of this My Love?" Rhaenyra asked as he smirked and nodded. Kissing her as a dragon entered shrieking as he sighed, it brought a giggle from the girl who softly stroked the deep red head that growls softly and even nudges Robb's hand.

"Yes," he answered, still thinking about her growing big with his children, he even saw dragons in his future, protecting his home, his wife. Their mother who adored them as her own.

XVI

End of chapter! Man that's long! I hope you all enjoy it and sorry it took a bit. I've been on a Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts kick and I'm also writing one! Please read and review!

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