Queen of the North

Robb Stark never wanted his crown. He was raised on tales of the former Kings of the North whose blood flowed in his veins, but he never dreamed of following in their footsteps. He would be a lord like his father, who gave fair justice and protected his people, but he never dreamed of having anything more. If anyone deserved to wear the crown of Northern kings, it should have been his father. Whispers of rebellion spread through the Northern lands, and his father's bannermen called for Eddard to return and reclaim the Northern seat. King Robert Baratheon had been murdered, and now was the perfect time for the North to make its stand.

Then a crow arrived with news of his father's execution, and Robb's fate was decided - a crown of bronze rested upon his temples, and his father's bannermen named him King of the North.

Athela Drogo never trusted her father's child bride. Daenerys Stormborn was too weak, too manipulative, too Western to ever fit into their khalasar, but yet she had Khal Drogo wrapped around her finger as they awaited the arrival of their son. She was the daughter of a murdered king - a mad king - and she wanted to use her father's men to reclaim her throne. But what then? Would she allow her father to be king, or would she cast him out like she had Viserys when he demanded a crown?

But she had her father blind to her lies, and Daenerys had slowly made everyone pawns in her game of thrones. When murmurs of a marriage alliance spread throughout the khalasar, Athela's fate has been sealed for her. Her own father, the man she had admired for so long, would be willing to sell her away as a Western man's bedwarmer to put a crown of silver on his bride's head. But the man she was meant to marry was a rebel king, and even rebel kings held influence. She would become the Queen of the North in the country Daenerys was desperate to rule. And if her future husband could maintain his seat...

Maybe being queen would have its advantages.