A Dragon For A Wolf ( Robb Stark)

Bad Company

Jaehaerys sat beside Grey Wind in Robb's tent as they discussed the battle plans. She hadn't been listening to it much, her stomach had been hurting her too badly.
She clutched her stomach harshly while Greatjon glanced at her uncertainly.
"lf we do that, they'll never get back across." He told Robb. Robb heard his mother enter and he turned to her instantly.
"Well? What did he say?" Robb asked impatiently.
"Lord Walder has granted your crossing. His men are yours, as well." Lady Stark informed. She glanced at Jaehaerys who smiled uncomfortably at her.
"Huh." Robb said dumbfounded.
"Less the 400 he will keep here to hold the crossing against any who would pursue you." Lady Stark explained. Robb nodded and narrowed his eyes, "What does he want in return?"
"You will be taking on his son Olyvar as your personal squire. He expects a knighthood in good time." She explained. Robb nodded.
"Fine, fine. And?" Robb asked.
"And Arya will marry his son Waldron when they both come of age." She told him. Robb chuckled and Jaehaerys wanted to, but the pain had started to become more than a nuisance.
"She won't be happy about that. And?" Robb asked.
"And when the fighting is done you will marry one of his daughters. Whichever you prefer. He has a number he thinks will be suitable." Catelyn explained. Jaehaerys eyes were closed and one would have thought she was upset about the arrangement.
"l see. Did you get a look at his daughters?" He asked. Jaehaerys narrowed her eyes at Robb harshly.
"l did." Catelyn said. She raised a brow at him.
"And?" Robb asked.
"One was – Do you consent?" She asked. Robb sighed loudly.
"Can l refuse?" He asked.
"Not if you want to cross." She told him.
"Then l consent." Robb left the meeting and Jaehaerys gasped loudly. Greatjon cursed and lifted the small Targaryen girl in his arms.

The Maester they had brought with them was in his tent when Greatjon sat Jaehaerys on his table.
"Get Lord Robb, now!" Greatjon ordered one of the men who nodded with wide eyes. Jaehaerys screamed in pain as the baby pushed out.
"She's losing the baby. It's either her or the baby." The Maester told Greatjon. Robb rushed into the tent quickly and grabbed Jaehaerys' hand.
"You must make the choice, my lord. The baby or her?" The Maester asked. Robb turned to him with wide eyes.
"Save Jaehaerys." He stated and held her hand tightly. She had passed out from the blood loss. And her skin had grown pale.
Her three dragons flew in the tent, landing on either side of her. One nuzzled into Robb's arms and he recognized it immediately as Rhaegon, the smallest of the three.

When Jaehaerys awoke, she was laying in a bed. Robael was perched on her stomach in a deep sleep while Rhaegon was laying on her side. Arys was gnawing on a piece of meat.
Robb had his head laying on Jaehaerys lap, and she curled her hands in his red curls.
"My love," she croaked out. Robb awoke to see her looking down at him. He glanced over to the small crib in the corner and sighed heavily.
"The baby?" She asked. Robb smiled and walked over to the crib picking the babe up carefully and placing it in Jaehaerys' arms.
"A girl?" She asked. Robb nodded happily and kissed her head.
"The Maester told me you wouldn't make it." Robb confessed and Jaehaerys chuckled and beckoned her husband to come towards her.
"May I see my granddaughter?" Catelyn asked. Robb moved aside for Lady Stark to take his place and hold the babe.
"What will we name her?" Jaehaerys asked Robb as she handed the babe to Lady Stark.
"Lyanna. After my aunt." He told her. Jaehaerys nodded in agreement and watched Catelyn happily.
"I only wish Ned were here to see her." Lady Stark told them. Robb sighed sadly and nodded at his mother.
"I agree." Jaehaerys said. Her dragons crawled in her arms and nuzzled her neck.
"I would like to send a raven to my sister, Daenerys. Tell her of Lyanna's birth and the war to come. I haven't heard from her since I found out I was pregnant." She explained.
"Of course, my love." Robb grabbed a pen and parchment and took it to his wife who laid on the bed.
"Write it in Valyrian," Robb commanded and she looked at him oddly.
"If the Lannisters found out I have a Targaryen wife and a babe, they will send assassins in the night, and I will not have my family in danger more than it already is." Robb told her. She smiled and nodded.
"Daenerys, nyke'm sorry syt having daor written, robb emagon declared vīlībāzma va se lannisters. Pōnta emagon taken āeksio stark hostage. Nyke bardugon naejot ao rūsīr nykeā message. Nyke emagon given sikagon naejot nykeā hāedar, lyanna stark. Ziry emagon melkasta laesi raqagon issa. Nyke jaelagon ao could rhaenagon zȳhon. Rūsīr jorrāelagon, jaehaerys, riñnykeā stark hen ropatasōnar."
Jaehaerys sighed as she rolled the scroll up and handed it to Robb.