A Dragon For A Wolf ( Robb Stark)

A New Queen

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Never would have Jaehaerys thought that a fortnight ago she would be sitting atop the newly built Iron Throne. Robbael forged the fire, while the swords from the fallen men who fought for the seven kingdoms were melted to create a replica of the throne Daenerys Stormborn sought after so dearly.
There was a crown adorning Jaehaerys' head, her white locks braided into a beautiful updo while being decorated with silver and fiery red gemstones.
Her dress had a long train. It was the color of hot coals inside a fire, with dragon scales scattered atop the corset piece.
The silver belt that held together the skirt and top was covered in the direwolf sigil, honoring her husband and family.
The black skirt, solid silk with several pieces of fabric underneath had red scales in patches.
It was truly a work of art and one of Sansa Stark's best pieces. Sansa was now the Queen of the North, as she should have been, while Jon was stationed as Jaehaerys' bodyguard.
No one dared to question the queen after she pardoned Jon Snow for the murder of her sister.
Robb was proud of her, but could also tell she wasn't herself anymore.
She was weak and fatigued often. Her sleep was plagued by the nightmares of the horrifying destruction of Kings Lamding.
Cersei Lannister, although very much pregnant, was stationed inside the cells of the Red Keep, guarded by the Dothraki men that had chosen to stay with her.
Drako, her faithful servant and protector, was now her leader of the Kingsguard.
Robb was also named King consort, but his first duty was to now be a father.
Lyanna had started lessons on etiquette and she even requested to go home to Winterfell and study under her Aunt Sansa.
The queen consented, but also missed the vibrant red head that filled her life with joy.
As for Visenya, the white haired beauty, she was being raised by her father, and she had already established a connection with one of Arys' hatchlings.
A red, a blue, and orange set of dragons were hatched when the coronation took place.
But Drogon, Daenerys' dragon, was missing and soon, he would have a new rider, one who would not use him for power.

The world was eerily quiet as Jon Snow begged Daenerys to eat. She'd stopped caring about anything after watching Missandei be executed in front of her eyes.
Jaehaerys wouldn't allow Robb to worry as her cut from the battle worsened.
The Maester had warned her that it would happen. And she knew the consequences of her actions.
Robb carried the torch through the halls of Dragonstone, his eyes settled on the gray stones he wasn't used to. These halls were not his home.
He'd fought for so long to help Jaehaerys with her wounds, but felt as though the poison was spreading faster. He thought of his life and wondered how everything could have gone so different, until he thought of something.
None of the Stark's should have ever left Winterfell. His father would still have his head, his sister's direwolf would still be alive, Arya would still be with them, and the poison inside Jaehaerys would've never been inside her.
Sometimes he wondered what his life would have been like if he had done as his mother wished long ago, but he knew he would have been miserable.
Jaehaerys was his soulmate, and he could never imagine being married to someone other than her.
And when he saw the door to the war room open, he let himself inside and stared at the table.
Daenerys had made her war plans, and everyone knew she was going to kill the innocent people of King's Landing.
She'd lost all the rest of her sanity.
Jon tried to help her, but she shut him out and shut Jaehaerys out as well.
He picked up a Stark symbol and stared at the direwolf. He missed Grey Wind, but knew the wolf was happily loping around the grounds of Winterfell with his two girls.
The ocean breeze sent salt through the air, and he allowed himself to take a big whiff of it.
It was slightly chilly, but he was rather used to it, growing up in Winterfell all those years.
After staring into the water for a while, he heard someone approaching him from behind and he turned to see Tyrion.
Robb sighed and turned back around to stare into the see.
"I see I'm not your favorite person." Tyrion joked but Robb didn't laugh. Laughing was far from what was on his mind.
"Laughing is good for the soul. Some even say it helps cleanse us." Tyrion said and Robb rolled his eyes.
"If your wife was dying, would you want to laugh?" He asked and Tyrion walked closer to him and offered a drink.
Robb accepted and nodded at him.
"While I was married to your sister, I tried to send my mistress away. I wanted to be true to your sister and didn't want to cause her more pain than she'd already suffered. I found her in my fathers bed, and choked her." He explained making Robb choke on his wine.
" I don't wish to have known that." Robb scoffed making Tyrion laugh.
"See? You made a joke. Joking is fun! It's how we get through tragedies." Tyrion said.