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XXVI
Rhaenyra sighed softly as she watched her husband ride off with Oberyn and Obara before feeling Catelyn take her hand in comfort, both of their hands went to her growing belly as Rhaella landed and cooed to her mother, softly nudging her belly as Rhaenyra smiled, petting her dragon and rubbing her stomach.
"What a good daughter you have," Catelyn spoke as she also gave a few pets to the red dragon who purred at the affection before flying off when a shriek came from Rhaenys who produced a dead elk, dropping the scorched body for her sister to gorge from. Stealing a bit, the girls shrieked and fought over the body as Catelyn worryingly watched. "Will you not stop them?" she asked as Rheanyra shook her head.
"No, they will fight, I will let them," Rhaenyra had already tried that once and almost lost her hand from Alysanne who snarled at her only to be snarled back at by Grey Wind and Rhaella. "They're too big now," she revealed as Catelyn tensed. "I believe in them Cat," she spoke softly, holding her mother by law's hand tightly as the Tully woman looked to her as well.
"Then I do too, come let's go keep my father company," she smiled as Rhaenyra nodded, she hasn't gone to see Hoster Tully since her return even Robb hasn't seen his grandfather in a bit but he still checked on him with his uncle and great-uncle. The Blackfish beamed when he spotted his niece and queen, he's been among the few to become overprotective of the pregnant queen, like her husband, knight and maids, the animals did not count as they were always protective.
"He is not well," he warned them as they faltered, Rhaenyra worryingly placed her hand against her growing stomach. "But he will be happy to see you both," Brynden reassured as Catelyn sighed softly.
"I wish he was not in pain," she whispered as they entered. Seeing the old man laying there, he was not long as the Maester warned them, it broke Rhaenyra's heart to see the devoted family lose their heart. Hoster Tully, despite what he did to Lysa, something Brynden told Rhaenyra in confidence along with how odd his niece acted, her dotting on Robyn well too much, was the heart of his family, his son did not know what to do without guidance like Robb.
"Lysa?" he asked softly as Rhaenyra paused.
"No, My Lord. It is your daughter, Catelyn," she corrected softly, Lysa Tully had refused to leave the Eyrie even if her father is dying. Worthless woman, ran through Rhaenyra's mind as she watched Catelyn and Brynden visit with their ill kin.
"I hear you are to be a grandmother Cat," Hoster spoke suddenly as Rhaenyra smiled.
"Yes, I am Father," she beamed as her uncle scoffed.
"So I have to babysit three generations that aren't even mine?" he joked as his brother and niece smiled while Rhaenyra hovered nearby.
"Come closer girl," he ushered as Rhaenyra softly moved to sit beside Catelyn who smiled. Rhaenyra listened as stories were exchanged as she smiled and slowly started to miss the siblings she not only up alongside, but her sister she wrote to as well. Her last dream of Arya was on Dragonstone, and the one of Sansa was well before that. Tyene softly came in with a small knock and a smile to the old man who liked seeing the young sisters, he hoped to get a wife for his son, wondering if their family had any to give.
"Forgive me Your Grace, a guard told me he had a letter for you. I offered to deliver it," she showed it as Rhaenyra stood to retrieve it.
"Thank you Tyene," she opened it to see Daenerys' handwriting. "Gods," she breathed softly as Catelyn stood.
"What is it?" Brynden asked as Tyene softly placed a hand to her back.
"Dany," she breathed in shock as her mother by law took the letter.
"I thought she had died," Catelyn spoke quickly.
"Ser Jorah had said they were returning her to Vaes Dothrak where all the wives of Khals go, but it says she's in Qarth," Rhaenyra explained when she took back the parchment before catching a familiar smell. "Can't be," she whispered before inhaling once more. "Dragonfire." Climbing to her feet she walked out at the worried calls of her family and went to her own daughters, who had nestled themselves on the now scorched bank. The have long decided to make a small nesting spot of their own when they continued to settle down in the same spot every night or after every feeding. The purrs and trills that left the content dragons soothes their frazzled mother who continued her march to Rhaella, the smoking dragon perks up at being approached by Rhaenyra. Bringing the letter to her daughter's nose, the female's eyes sharpen and a growl escapes as more smoke follows. Alysanne and Rhaenys also lifted their own heads alarmed by her sudden shift in attitude.
"Shh," Rhaenyra soothes her dragon as Ser Barristan came into view.
"Your Grace?" He was hesitant to approach as the dragon did not look happy.
"I believe my sister has dragons," Rhaenyra spoke, thinking back to her dreams and the familiar smell that wafted off the letter was potent enough for her to pick up on. "I know it might just be my imagination but-"
"Your Grace," Ser Barristan stopped her. "What did she say?" he asked giving off a small smile as she returned it.
"Rhaenyra, It has been so long. I know by now you must have thought me long dead. Having no notice of my absence but I was in the Red Waste after Drogo's death. But now I reside in Qarth, a beautiful city in Essos, very colorful and odd clothing choice I will admit, even someone from the Dothraki taught world. But some news has reached me… can I trust you my loving idaña?" Rhaenyra frowned at that.
"It could be that she has learned of your own brood, Your Grace," he frowned himself in thought. From the talk the maids always did of Daenerys, it sounded like the twins loved one another truly. But maybe Daenerys felt threatened that her twin was in war for the throne their ancestors created and she was stuck across the water. Or the news of dragons, but watching his queen think was an interesting thing. Her eyes brightened when she decided something.
"Excuse me Ser Barristan," she bowed her head as he nodded and stepped aside to let her run off, Rhaenys softly nudged his hand as he smiled and gently pet her nose as she trilled softly watching the other two watch their own mother.
XXVI
"Your Grace, shouldn't you discuss this with Robb first?" Ellaria asked nervously as she and Nymeria kept pace with the fast walking Rhaenyra, despite being pregnant the young queen could move pretty quickly.
"I can not wait, I must answer," she urged her before sighing. "I can only hope he would understand," she prayed as Ellaria looked to Nymeria who frowned herself as they jogged a little faster when the queen went up the stairs.
"But how will you know someone else will not find the letter? Was this not Robb's whole worry in the beginning?" Nymeria asked softly. Watching the queen pick a raven after talking to her Maester.
"Because many do not know High Valyrian as well as my kin and I, only highborns. And even then not many will recognize my writing, I was very… creative as a child and my messages that I sent to my sister or my husband and friends would have with me are written very... oddly," she smiled softly as they grinned. "Ned once found a stack of messages and could not for the life of himself understand them… nor could our Maester and he was skilled in High Valyrian after learning from Valaena," she mused as they smiled.
"Then I hope she answers, and agrees," Ellaria spoke softly in worry as Rhaenyra nodded, turning to not see the bird any longer.
XXVI
(Harrenhal)
Arya was following Tywin with a jug of wine as he growled out to one of his lords instantly.
"Can you read?" he asked irritated.
"My lord?" the man known as Amory Lorch looked confused as Arya paused herself.
"Can you read?" he repeated himself and the one thing Arya learned he hated was having to repeat himself. At the other man's blank response Tywin sighed and produced a letter. "This letter detailing our infantry movements was meant for Lord Damon of House Marbrand. It was sent to Lord Marlyn of House Dormand," Arya knew what house they belonged to. "Girl, fetch me the History of the Greater and the Lesser Houses. It's the one on-" Arya picks up the correct volume right away and brings it to the table before he could finish. Tywin chuckles and stands. "My cupbearer can read better than you," he commented s Arya backed away while Tywin opened the book "To whom does House Dormand owe allegiance?"
"My lord, I-"
"To the Starks of Winterfell! Who have 30,000 men and my son!" his lord interrupted with a roar like his sigil. "I judged you might be good for something more than brutalizing peasants. I see I overestimated you. If you ever put my son's life at risk again, I'll Leave us," he demanded as the man did so, thoroughly embarrassed as Arya watched him. "Put the book away, girl. Maybe you should devise our next battle plan while you're about it," he retorted as she hid a smirk. There is a knock on the door and a kingsguard enters which made them all look up.
"Lord Petyr Baelish, My Lord," he bowed as Tywin nodded while Arya froze in alarm, none of these men had seen her up close but Baelish had.
"Give us the room," he ordered as the war council did so and left. Arya turned as Tywin gestured. "Clear all this," he ordered as she nodded, doing her job, despite the fear she started to feel about her safety here. As she cleared it Littlefinger came into view. "What news from the capital?" he asked.
"I traveled here directly from Renly Baratheon's camp before they had moved to Dragonstone," he winced as Tywin sighed.
"So it's true then? That Targaryen girl really did bind them together?" he asked as Littlefinger nodded slowly.
"The Tyrells were not particularly happy, Mace Tyrell had claimed his daughter married a King not a Lord," he spoke before zeroing in on Arya who came to finish clearing the table but Tywin brought him back.
"Why did they agree? Do you know?" he asked as Littlefinger looked to the girl before the lord who waved it off. "She's fine," he claimed as Littlefinger looked hesitant before continuing on.
"Yes, it was reported the Targaryen Queen came with Stannis Baratheon during the parley which ended with her dragons appearing, that seemed to end the treaty with him bowing to his brother, named Stannis' heir should no son be born to him. Margaery Tyrell tried her best to get him to back out but he refused," Petyr spoke as Arya kept her smirk hidden.
"You saw these dragons?" Tywin asked as Littlefinger shook his head. "Then how do you know-"
"I heard them. Sounded like shrieking banshees, I overheard the men who went, including Loras Tyrell claim they were the size of hounds," he emphasized as Tywin smirked.
"So not that big," he shrugged.
"They weren't that size half a year ago, I overhear. A Baratheon soldier let it slip that another guard spoke with a Dornish soldier about their sizes and that they seemed to have random growth spurts. But a year ago they were half the size, many said size of cats, maybe bigger," he informed the man who frowned as Arya came with wine jug.
"So you have nothing for me," Tywin growled Arya kept her back to Baelish as she left to go tidy something up.
"I overhear Margaery Tyrell is still a maid. We all know the rumors with Renly Baratheon and her brother," Littlefinger hinted as Arya froze.
"House Tyrell is still aligned with the Baratheons who are allied with the Stark forces. Against the Iron Throne, my grandson," the Lord pointed out as Littlefinger paused. "I am sure it would take more than just one side to issue a divorce or even for them to leave their company," he added as Littlefinger commented.
"I can get back to the Tyrells with your proposal if you would hear me out," Littlefinger spoke as Arya tried to listen in.
"More wine for Lord Baelish," Tywin spoke, interested in what this man had to say. Arya turning to answer almost gave her away as the extra man focused on her as well. When she came and was to pour some in she spilt some wine, and tries to mop it up in a panic.
"Pardon, my lord," she apologized, trying to keep her head down.
"It's only wine," Littlefinger reassured before doing a closer doubletake when she came closer, trying to look at the girl's face, but Tywin pulls his attention away.
"You would ride there yourself?" he wanted to know.
"Tonight, with your leave," he said looking back as Arya quickly hid on the other side of the door.
"No, I hear that wolves are nearby," Tywin spoke softly. "I've been hearing the howls all night." At that she disappeared down the hall when Tywin saw her and he silently dismissed her.
XXVI
(Qarth)
Daenerys was impatient as she waited on the Spice Trader, pacing as her dothraki watched with careful eyes, Xaro stood nearby watching her as well, calmly. "He shouldn't make me wait," she ordered as Xaro sighed softly.
"The Spice King is the second wealthiest man in Qarth. He makes everyone wait. Of course, you could have avoided this embarrassment if you married the wealthiest man in Qarth," he spoke softly as she glared.
"I already have a husband," she spoke, refusing to leave Drogo's spirit.
"Khal Drogo is gone, Khalessi. You are far too young and beautiful to be a widow forever," Xaro spoke gently, but Daenerys saw through it.
"Ah, Mother of Dragons," the Spice King called out as he descended the stairs with his entourage. "Forgive me," he requested as she sighed. "I had terrible dreams last night. Terrible dreams. I could not sleep until the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Look what a beauty you are now the Red Waste has been washed off you. I am sorry about all that unpleasantness. The silver hair of a true Targaryen. Xaro Xhoan Daxos, she is far too lovely for a glorified dockworker like yourself," he praised as he continued down to her as she clenched her jaw.
"Very true, and yet they say that your grandfather, who sold pepper off the back of a wagon, married a lady far lovelier and higher born than himself," Xaro joked as the Spice King smirked.
"Every lady alive was lovelier and higher born than my grandfather. Did my servants not offer you something to eat, to drink? I'll have them flogged in the square," he countered as many laughed before focusing on Daenerys and frowned when he realized she had not been taken care of.
"Thank you, my lord. You are a gracious host, but there is no servant alive that can bring me what I want," she spoke starting to feel desperate.
"Oh, talent for drama, this one. So, little princess, what is it you want?" he asked as she frowned and steeled herself.
"The Iron Throne. My birthright as ruler of the Seven Kingdoms," she demanded as he sighed.
"I fear I'm no better than a servant in this regard. I cannot give you what I do not have," he claimed as Daenerys frowned.
"I'm not asking you for the kingdoms. I'm asking you for ships, I need to cross the Narrow Sea," Daenerys spoke hoping it'd appease him but it didn't.
"I need my ships as well. I use them, you see, to bring spices from one port to another," he denied her as she frowned.
"Whatever you grant me now will be repaid three times over when I retake the Iron Throne," she spoke determined.
"'Retake?' Did you once sit on the Iron Throne?" the Spice King asked suddenly as she frowned.
"My father sat there, before he was murdered," the Dragon Mother clarified.
"But if you did not sit on it yourself, would it not be correct to say 'take the Iron Throne'?" he questioned as she became angry.
"I didn't come here to argue grammar," she fought as he frowned at her tone.
"Of course not. You came to take my ships. So let me explain my position, little princess. Unlike you, I do not have exalted ancestors. I make my living by trade. And I judge every trade on its merits. You ask for ships. You say I shall be repaid triple. I do not doubt your honesty or your intentions. But before you repay your debts, you must seize the Seven Kingdoms. Do you have an army?" he asked wanting to know.
"Not yet," Daenerys frowned.
"You do not have an army. Do you have powerful allies in Westeros?" he asked as she winced.
"There are many there that support my claim," she spoke in a positive manner.
"When were you there last?" he wanted to know.
"I left when I was a baby," she frowned.
"So, in truth, you have no allies," the Spice King determined from the comment.
"The people will rise to fight for their rightful queen when I return," the Targaryens have been the rulers for the past 300 years, why wouldn't they want one.
"Ah. Forgive me, little princess, but I cannot make an investment based on wishes and dreams. Now if you'll pardon me," he started to go back up the stairs.
"Do you know Illyrio Mopatis, Magister of Pentos?" she asked, her voice becoming more hopeful.
"Yes, we've met. A shrewd man," he commented as she continued on with desperation.
"For my wedding, he gave me three petrified dragon eggs. He believed The world believed that the ages had turned them to stone. How many centuries has it been since dragons roamed the skies? But I dreamt that if I carried those eggs into a great fire, they would hatch. When I stepped into the fire, my own people thought I was mad. But when the fire burned out, I was unhurt, the Mother of Dragons," she smiled in belief as he frowned.
"Not the only one," he reminded as she lost her smile. "You seem to forget that your older sister remains on the other side of the sea. She is fighting for the throne it seems, already named queen in the North, why is she not your ally for your army?" he question as she now supported an unhappy expression.
"She is a married woman, and the last time we talked was when my husband died, she assumes I am dead," Daenerys determined.
"You have been here long enough to send a letter. You do not want her to know," he spoke correctly as she looked away. "I admire your passion. But in business, I trust in logic, not passion. I'm sorry, little princess" he spoke as she frowned at the non respectful way he spoke.
"I am not your little princess. I am Daenerys Stormborn of the blood of Old Valyria, and I will take what is mine. With fire and blood, I will take it," she spoke with a knowing tone as he continued up the stairs his group following.
"Yes, but not with my ships," he announced as she huffed and marched away, hating that he denied her.
XXVI
(Riverrun)
Rhaenyra's stomach was now rounder and everyone could see it, the queen herself happily walked around as many would talk to her and ask how she was feeling. Ser Barristan and Tyene were now her shadow day and night, Baela and Valaena returned to her service and Sauna stayed with them, to her shock. Catelyn and her were much warmer to one another, Rhaenyra had sent word to Stannis about their situation in the North and he agreed for her to worry on that and when they could, march back, he and his brother's armies could continue South while Robb worried for his homeland. He knew Bran and Rickon were there as well and the Ironborn held resentment to the Starks who beat them back every time, they would be killed if captured.
Rhaenyra was now walking mostly through the castle and camps, checking on everyone, making sure they were settled. She even checked on the prisoners but didn't approach any until she came to Jaime's cell, they had moved him. This cell seemed cleaner and so did he, still unshaven but a bit cleaner.
"Mother of Dragons, Queen of the North," his drawl came, once more non sarcastically. It made her curious. So she approached much to her guards discomfort.
"Hello Jaime," she greeted, softly sitting on the floor as he tried to stop her. "A pregnant belly is hard to carry at times, I am still adjusting to it," she countered as he looked down for a moment.
"How do you feel?" he asked, curious.
"Fine," she spoke, her face calm and passive. "The sickness in the morning comes and goes," she shrugged as he smirked.
"My sister hated that, she was sick throughout all her pregnancies," he mused. "Your mother and sister by law were always sick as well, I assume most always carried it throughout the duration," he questioned.
"Valaena said she wasn't," she spoke watching as Jaime looked down and away. "Of course she was often hungry and still carried small," she added as Tyene stepped forward.
"Your Grace, you are needed," she spoke quickly as Rhaenyra nodded, getting up with grace and ease with her belly as she bowed her head to Jaime.
"Farewell Jaime," she left as he bowed his own head in farewell. She calmly left the cells and came up to see a bloody Roose Bolton there with a frown. "Lord Bolton?" she asked alarmed.
"Your Grace, it's the King," he spoke breathing heavily as Ser Barristan came up to be there just in case.
"Where is he?" she asked swallowing bile that almost came up. She followed the man who made a path for his queen as she tried to stay calm, her tears were threatening to spill as she cleared her throat. The men were already clearing a path for their queen when they learned who was coming to the castle and into the hallways. "Where is the maester?" she demanded.
"A healer is present, Your Grace," a guard spoke.
"Get the maester now," her tone was final as Smalljohn nodded and ran off with the guard who told her. Lord Bolton opened the door to see Talisa there as some others were present helping as Robb breathed heavily. Feeling her nerves grate her maids spilled in shooing all the soldiers away, being better with wounds then them. Valaena and Lynara helped Maester Luwin when she was younger and at the beginning of the war they joined Maester Lyon in healing the men, Baela and Sauna had some training, as Ellaria had started to teach the girls the herbs she knew from Oberyn, what they did and could do.
"You have not removed the arrow yet?" Lynara snarled to Talisa who jumped at the anger.
"Baela get me a bowl of water, Maester Luwin taught me how to do this," Baela did as her mother ordered and produced a bowl as Catelyn and Rhaenyra stayed near Robb's head, Rhaenyra took his unharmed hand, watching them work on his wound with a fear of losing her husband. Talisa was trying to do her job but was basically shoved out of the way when Maester Lyon appeared, pleased with the maids' job. She jumped when the queen's hateful eyes pierced her which made her leave faster before the violet eyes looked back to her sweating husband who had fallen into a painful sleep. The two women stayed there while they worked on removing the arrow carefully, Rhaenyra stayed at his side and refused the offered seat as the maester and her maids worked around them with ease, Catelyn was sniffling as she stroked her son's hair. Soon though it was just Rhaenyra sitting there holding her husband's hand as he slept, she felt a flutter in her stomach and smiled softly.
"Do you feel Mama's distress?" she asked softly, rubbing her stomach as the flutter came once again. "I hope your Papa wakes soon, I cannot bear to see him like this," she whimpered softly as tears started to fill her eyes once more. She continued to tend to him and care for him as he slept when a door opened the healer came through once more. Rhaenyra's inner fire came through now, beyond irritated with this woman. "What are you doing in here?" her voice was nothing near nice nor welcoming, it was harsh and cold like her home. The woman must have not been expecting her here.
"I have come to check on the King," she spoke as Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed.
"The maester has already done everything, there is no need for you here," she ordered, the woman froze. "Why did you not announce yourself when you entered my personal bedchambers?" Rhaenyra demanded as Talisa frowned.
"I am sorry. Westerosi customs are still unclear to me-"
"Then you should learn, no one can just enter the chambers of nobles and higher, only family and the spouse can. You will learn your place here, Talisa Maegyr, as you are to use the proper titles. I know you use them for my husband," Rhaenyra came up to Talisa, who backed away. "The only ones who will care for my husband will be the maester from now on. Do you understand me?" Rhaenyra's tone was quiet but deadly, her eyes were nothing but dark which terrified the woman.
"Yes, Your Grace," she whispered softly before fleeing as Rhaenyra watched, breathing out softly she returned to her husband's side before sending out a silent prayer to her gods. Hands returning to her growing belly.
Robb woke feeling a hand through his hair as he looked and saw his beautiful wife sitting there with a small smile on her face.
"You're okay," she whispered softly, eyes red from crying as he lifted a hand. "You're okay," she sobbed as he brought her closer, being careful of his wound as he shushed her.
"Yes I am," he soothed as she cuddled against him, feeling exhaustion creep in as he rubbed her back, one of his hands going to her extended belly. "So are you," he spoke as she nodded. Enjoying his warmth as she sniffed. "I love you Rhae," he whispered as she pressed a kiss to his throat as he kept her coiled around him. "I dreamt of the boys, the girls," he whispered as she closed her eyes tight, hoping the same as well.
XXVI
It took a full week for Robb to be able to move without it causing too much pain, as his maester wanted him to recover as the arrow had been on his left side. Rhaenyra proved to stay by his side and he enjoyed it, she would stay curled up to him as she would tend to him, rarely she left, maybe to go check on her dragons, they were content and growing. Their lords were wanting to know what they were doing as they were not moving South or North. Either fight the Lannisters or go defend their own, Stannis hadn't sent word since he told her he was going to fight against King's Landing. It was when Robb returned wounded.
"Robb," Rhaenyra murmured as they laid on their sides, facing one another. His hands had been laying on her stomach all night as they slept.
"Hmm?" he looked to her, eyes curious.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, violet eyes piercing his blue ones as he kissed her forehead.
"What do you mean?" he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Will we move South? Or North?" he frowned softly, thinking himself. "The longer we stay within Riverrun, the bigger chance the boys might die," she whimpered as he held her tighter.
"We can't leave the girls," he frowned as he thought about his mother. "Mother-"
"Is not the King nor the Queen, we have a kingdom to look after. Your brothers, Robb," she sat up as he looked to her, her belly growing as her pale skin continued to glow with the subtle light from the candles. "They need our help," Rhaenyra pointed out as he sighed. "The men want to go back before the true winter hits, we know we can beat it if we leave, soon," she implored. "Please Robb," she started tearing up. Hating it instantly as he sat up worried. "No, it's these… fucking hormones," she whimpered as he smiled softly and kissed her forehead.
"You're pregnant, you want to go home. As do I," he whispered. "Father's bones are going there. It would seem Littlefinger had delivered them while she was with Renly," Rhaenyra turned her teary eyes to him with shock.
"Petyr Baelish?" she asked as he nodded. "They wanted something in return," she whispered as he frowned softly. "Jaime," she spoke in realization as he nodded once more.
"I hear you sister is alive," he spoke quickly as she hummed in agreement.
"Survived the Red Waste. She knows," Rhaenyra determined as Robb looked to her. "I think she does too," she spoke softly as he frowned. "I have no proof, I know. It's just the letter smelled weird, it hadn't been around my dragons but it smelled like their smoke," she defended as he nodded.
"Sounds like a good reason," he countered as she looked down. Softly cupping her face he lifted her chin, softly bumping his head to hers. "I know what to do. I'll talk with the men," he reasoned as she nodded.
"Your mother is who I fear. The girls are all she cares for," she claimed as he nodded.
"I know," Robb knew how his mother was going to react. "But your right, she is not the leader and is not looking out for the North, only the girls," he agreed with his wife who did want the girls but also just thought like a mother. "I do know what to do Rhae. Renly made sure I knew what you were telling them," he smirked as she grinned. "He has told me the discontent of the Tyrells, the rest of his men agree with his decision," he revealed as Rhaenyra nodded.
"I know about his young wife," she claimed as he smirked.
"I hear she is still a maid," he chuckled as she grinned.
"Do you know that Arya is no longer in the Capitol?" she asked as he frowned. "A whore who Ros helped escaped made it to the castle before you returned, she claimed she only saw Sansa among the party before the riot broke out," he looked horrified about his sister before realizing.
"Arya isn't in King's Landing and they're starving," he smirked at knowing about their situation.
"The Riverlands and Reach were food sources. Now neither aid them," she smirked as he nodded pressing a happy kiss to her lips. "We will save your sisters, My Love, our people too," she spoke as he nodded as they laid back down to sleep, Robb was to call a meeting with the lords and people on deciding what they were to do.
XXVI
End! I hope you enjoyed and tell me what you think~
1) So what do you guys think they'll do?
2) Go home and fight against the ironborn?
Keep fighting to save the girls? And against King's Landing?
10868letsgo: Well that'd be prett stupid to hurt but we'll see what she'll do~ Glad you're enjoying it!
Mlinoka: Well he's more a part of the fighting she's not. So she's trying to help out~ Please enjoy!
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Gbh (Guest): Glad your enjoying please continue too!
bfireworks5: Yes they will~
NicoleR85: I hope to do good for them~
LunaDoesArt: Well she assumed that as Viserys' heir she would be next in line now that her sister is married. But she also doesn't realize she'll need her when she comes to Westeros, which Ser Jorah is trying to tell her.
hateme101: I'll be honest I had no idea how to do that scene but swung with her reaction to being surprised and hoped to show her something. Please enjoy!
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