FIRE AND ICE - ROBB STARK X TARGARYEN OC

Winterfell

Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Robb Stark, Rickon Stark and the Targaryen army pass through the winter town outside Winterfell, as its inhabitants warily watch Daenerys and Rhaenya's foreign army of Unsullied and Dothraki. Arya smiles when she spots Jon, Rickon and Robb, appears confused and worried when she sees the Hound with them, but she brightens up again when she sees Gendry. Jon tells Daenerys he had warned her Northerners are wary of outsiders.inside a carriage Rhaenya sits craddling her now six month stomach. When the dragons fly above them, the people flee in fear while Arya looks up in awe and Daenerys smiles at hers and her nieces dragons overhead. Sansa warily watches from Winterfell's battlements as Drogon and Ancalagon circle above the castle.
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Daenerys, Rickon, Jon and Robb ride into Winterfell following the carriage that carries Rhaenya, towards a crowd of people standing within. Bran Stark is sitting at the front of the crowd. Jon and Robb ride up to him and dismount their horses. Jon walks up to Bran and kisses him on the forehead, while Robb higs him without an intention of letting him go.

"Look at you." Jon sniffles.

"You're a man." Robb adds.

But Bran corrects."Almost" making his brothers confused.

"Where's Arya?" Robb asks looking around for his youngest sister.

"Lurking somewhere" is the only cryptic answer Sansa gives him. Before she turns to look at her youngest brother, for a moment she considers hugging him but then she remembers the Targaryen woman in front of her and refrains.

Rickon approaches Bran more formally and gives him a pat on the shoulder, he turns to Sansa and bows his head. It has been years since he seen his siblings and although he loved seeing Robb and Jon, now surrounded by armies he feels the need to be more formal.

Behind him Robb opens the carriage door. And offers his hand. There is a pause. A flicker of crimson within the shadowed interior.
Then Rhaenya steps out. Slowly and carefully.

Robb steadies her as her feet meet the frozen stone. The courtyard stills.
Six months now. There is no mistaking it. The swell of her belly curves beneath layers of crimson and fur, visible even through the weight of winter. Life, unmistakable, set against the cold, against the war gathering beyond these walls.

A murmur ripples outward.
Not loud. But deep.
Sansa sees it. Her expression does not change but something behind her eyes sharpens, recalculates. She looks at Robb and then to the pregnant Targaryen woman. It is obvious who the father of the child is.

"Queen Rhaenya of House Targaryen. My sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell." Robb introduces the queen but hides the part where she has become his wife.

"Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark. The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you."

Sansa looks at Daenerys and Rhaenya hesitantly, before simply stating to the older woman. "Winterfell is yours, Your Grace."

"We don't have time for all this. The Night King is on the march. The wall is falling slowly. Soon he will be able to cross its." Bran tells them.

Daenerys, who had walked over to stand next to Rhaenya turns to look at Bran.

All look at each other concerned.
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"As soon as we heard about the Wall, I called all our banners to retreat to Winterfell. Lord Umber when can we expect your people to arrive?" Sansa question the young lord that stands up from the side of the room and walks forwards.

"We need more horses and wagons, if it please my lady."

He stops and then turns to look at Robb.
"And my lord."

He stops again and then turns to look at Rhaenya. "And my queen. Sorry."

"You'll have as many as we can spare. Hurry back to Last Hearth and bring your people here."

Lord Umber bows and walks out the hall as people chatter.

"We need to send ravens to the Night's Watch as well. There's no sense in manning the castles anymore. We make our stand here." Robb tries to organize the defense against the undead in the Great Hall but Lyanna Mormont voices the anger that many lords have toward Robb bending the knee to Rhaenya since they named him their King in the North not once but twice.

"We named you King in the North. Even after you lost the North against the Lannisters we named you king again. But you bent the knee. Without so much a thought for what your people think." She tells him.

"You did, my lady. It was the honor of my life. I’ll always be grateful for your faith. But when I left Winterfell, I told you we need allies or we will die. I have brought those allies home to fight alongside us. I had a choice, keep my crown or protect the North. I chose the North. Besides i didn't bend the knee. Not exactly."

People start to murmur so Tyriom stands up and walks to the centre of the room. "If anyone survives the war to come, we'll have Robb Stark Jon Snow to thank. They risked their lives to show us the threat is real. Thanks to their courage, we have brought with us the greatest army the world has ever seen. We have brought seven full-grown dragons. And soon, the Lannister army will ride north to join our cause."

The mention of the Lannister army causes people to grumble and yell out indistinctly. "I know, I know, our people haven't been friends in the past. But we must fight together now or die."

Sansa asks how they are meant to feed Rhaenya's army "May I ask, how are we meant to feed the greatest army the world has ever seen? While I ensured our stores would last through winter, I didn't account for Dothraki, Unsullied, Dornish, Reachmen and seven full-grown dragons. What do dragons eat, anyway?"

"Whatever they want."Daenerys states.
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"You said you didn't actually bend the knee. What do you mean." Lyanna Mormont asks Robb curious as to what the former king meant.

Robb shares a look with Rhaenya before speaking. "Queen Rhaenya and i are married."

Shouts start echoing through the mess hall. So Tyrion steps forward once again to the middle of the room.
"The reason for the marriage between Robb Stark and Rhaenya Targaryen was to find middle ground in the North staying in the seven kingdoms and at the same time it will be protected by a  Stark in the south."

"So Robb Stark is now the king of the seven kingdoms?" One of the lords asks.

"No. Robb will have the title of prince consort. Their children, which i believe you can see the queen is now carrying, will have the name Stark until the oldest takes the throne. At which point he or she will use the name Targaryen." The hand of the queen explained. An explanation that satisfied most of the people in the Hall.

Then a large man stood up. "TO THE FUTURE DRAGON WOLF!!"