A Dragon For A Wolf ( Robb Stark)

Afraid

Jaehaerys imagined death would be peaceful, but it wasn't. All she saw was black and she heard Robb talking, speaking of different things to coax her into waking up. She felt her heart quicken when he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Oh gods, please let me wake up." She begged. She sighed and Robb glanced at her hesitantly. He had heard her sigh. She had to be awake.
"Jaehaerys?" He asked. Her violet eyes opened slowly and she winced at the pain of her wound.
"Oh thank the gods!" He kissed all over her face and she giggled softly. She glanced around the room until she saw Lyanna's crib.
"I laid her down to sleep a little while ago. She was wanting her mother." Robb said and went to pick up his daughter.
He placed Lyanna in Jaehaerys' arms and she stared down at her littlest love. Robb watched his little family happily.
"You're so beautiful." He complimented her and she smiled at him. Her hair seemed to glow more and the dragons roared outside to let them know she was awake.
Robb chuckled and shook his head.
"Your children have been terrorizing the men. Stealing their food when they're not looking." He explained. Jaehaerys chuckled and tried to sit up.
Robb helped her and then she threw her legs over the side of the bed. Only when the cover fell did she realize she was naked.
"I want to see them." She told Robb. He sighed loudly before grabbing a dress and helping her step into it. He had to pry Lyanna out of her arms, but quickly gave her back to Jaehaerys.

"Robael." Jaehaerys said quietly. The dragon roared above and landed in the midst of the tents. She walked closer to the dragon and smelt of Lyanna and Jaehaerys.
"Robb?" She called. He walked closer to her and she handed him Lyanna.
"I'm going to try something." She told him. She noticed Robael had grown twice his size and she could easily ride him.
She walked closer and climbed onto Robael's neck. She grabbed his horns and looked at Robb.
"I don't think this is safe, my love. You only just woke.." She didn't let him finish before she pulled at Robael's horns and he lifted off the ground carrying her away from the camp.
She laughed in surprise, and looked down at the war camp below. The men watched her in awe and she smirked.
This was it, this feeling. This was euphoric. She was truly a Targaryen.

Robb was more of less aggravated. He handed Lyanna to one of his handmaidens and then walked to his war tent to prepare for the next battle.
He met with Roose Bolton and shook his head at the thought of Theon capturing Winterfell.
"Still no word?" Robb asked. Roose sighed and shook his head sadly.
"We've sent a dozen ravens. None have returned. My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell. Once he captures the castle..." Roose had suggested sending his son, Ramsey, to recapture Winterfell for Robb.

"Theon has my brothers. If we storm the castle..." Robb shook his head and Roose pointed out, "He wouldn't dare hurt the boys. They're his only hope of escaping the North with his head."
Robb nodded in agreement and then turned to him with a violent look in his eyes.
"Send word to your son. Any Ironborn who surrender will be allowed to return safely to their homes." He told Roose.
"A touch of mercy is a virtue, Your Grace. Too much-" Roose Bolton explained and Robb shook it off.
"Any Ironborn with the exception of Theon Greyjoy. He betrayed our cause. He betrayed me. And we will hunt him down no matter where he runs." Robb told him viciously. He wanted Theon's head.
"I expect his countrymen will turn on him the minute they hear the offer." Roose Bolton told him. Robb nodded and then Talisa, the nurse, entered. The men stand for the lady.
"Your pardon, my lord. Your Grace." Talisa said. She knew what she was doing was wrong.
"My lady." Roose Bolton left the tent and shook his head. Jaehaerys would burn the camp down at the acts Robb would commit.
"How are you?" She asked. Robb looked at her bitterly and said, "How am I? I've had to arrest my mother. The Lannisters have my sisters. The man I considered my closest friend has seized my home and my brothers. My wife just rode off on a dragon. I'm fighting a war and I don't know if I should march south or north."
"I'm sorry. It was a stupid question. I'm sorry." Talisa apologized. Robb sighed and shook his head.
"No. Forgive me. You're being kind. I have no right." Robb placed his hand on his head and grabbed a bottle of wine from the table.
"You have every right. You're a king." Talisa assured him. Jaehaerys would never have let him take that tone with her.
"That's not the kind of king I want to be." Robb told Talisa. He noticed the crinkles beside her brown eyes. She was so much unlike Jaehaerys, and he liked that about her.
"What kind do you want to be?" Talisa asked.
"I don't know. The good kind. Most kings grew up as princes. They spend their whole lives preparing for the crown. I was raised to be Lord of Winterfell." Robb explained. Sadly, he hadn't known that Jaehaerys had returned from her ride and she was listening from outside the tent.
"I was raised to be a proper little lady, to play the harp and dance the latest steps and recite Valyrian poetry." Talisa told him. Jaehaerys glared at the ground angrily and wanted to leave, but stayed and listened.
"I'd like to hear you play the harp." Robb told her. Talisa laughed and said, "No. No, you would not."
Robb pours the wine into two glasses and hands one to her. Jaehaerys noticed that he used to do that for her.
"How did you go from reciting Valyrian poetry to sawing off men's feet?" Robb asked. Talisa laughed and explained, "When I was twelve, my mother and father went to a wedding. Weddings in Volantis last for days, you know. And they left me with my little brother. The second afternoon they were gone was the hottest day in the three-year summer. We couldn't bear to be inside, so we ran down to the Rhoyne. Every child in Volantis was in the Rhoyne that day. The rich, the poor, we were all there. Naked, screaming, racing to the little islands. Drummers were playing for coppers on the east bank. I was treading water, talking to a friend, when I realized I hadn't seen my brother. I called his name. Then I started screaming his name. And then I saw him floating face down. My heart just stopped. I was I dragged him from the water. My friend helped me, I think. I don't even remember. He was so little. Then we pulled him onto the riverbank. And I screamed at him and I shook him. And he was dead. Just dead. A man ran over. He had a fish tattoo on his face. In Volantis, the slaves have tattoos. So you know what they are without having to talk to them. And this man worked on a fishing boat. And he pushed me out of the way. You have to understand, for a slave to push a highborn girl, that's death for the man, a terrible death. But he pushed me out of the way, and he started pressing on my brother's chest again and again and again, until my brother spat out half of the Rhoyne and cried out. And the man cradled his head and told him to be calm. I decided two things that day. I would not waste my years planning dances and masquerades with the other noble ladies. And when I came of age, I would never live in a slave city again. I'm sorry, Your Grace. You told me of your problems and I've blathered on." They both stand and Robb walks closer to her. Jaehaerys felt herself sob at his next words.
"I don't want to marry the Frey girl." Robb said. He could have sworn he heard Jaehaerys cry, but he shook it off.
"I don't want you to marry her. But you needed that bridge. I hope it's a very beautiful bridge." Talisa said and she kissed him. Jaehaerys tore her eyes away when they ripped each other's clothes off. She ran to their tent and grabbed a bag.
She needed only a few items. And she grabbed them. She would take Drako and her men leave, probably go to her sister.
She walked over to Drako's tent with Lyanna bundled in her cloak and entered without announcing she was there.
He looked startled and then his face hardened at her tear stained face.
"Kisha need to leave. Ajjin." (We need to leave. Now). She told him. He nodded and gathered his things, and then gathered the Dothraki with them.
They left the camp while everyone else was asleep. The guards were watching the prisoners, and Robb was busy with Talisa.
Jaehaerys knew that a Targaryen alone in the world was a bad thing, but she was dangerous when she was angry. Lyanna was hers. Robb had no respect for her if he slept with another woman in only a few tents away.
And she would make him regret it.