It is announced on Robb’s tenth birthday that he will wed Daenerys, the castaway Targaryen Princess who brings with her no dowry other than the sorrows of her past.
It is Catelyn’s idea.
She wants Robb to stay and reign in the North when his father dies, and who knows the North better than Daenerys? They have grown up together and Cat believes together they will find love.
She wants happiness for them both because they are both hers, they are both the North’s.
It takes little convincing for Ned to agree. He has grown fond of Daenerys and knows Robb has as well.
She wears the veil of winter well; she prays as fervently as any Northerner at the godswood; she loves Winterfell with an ardor none could have anticipated.
It is clear Daenerys Targaryen was born to be a Stark.
+ + +
Robb knows he loves her when they are thirteen.
She sings when she embroiders, a habit that Sansa finds bothersome but Arya praises (as she does anything that bothers Sansa).
She sings songs of battle and war and he knows she has the strength of a thousand Targaryen dragons within her.
He is proud of her and she is not even his.
+ + +
She becomes his when they turn sixteen.
Daenerys is a vision in white; her pale skin left untouched by the harsh sun of the south, her hair a vivid pearl, her gown an ivory gossamer.
They marry at Winterfell in the summer months––the sun shines down upon the ceremony as if in approval.
He undresses her slowly that night, a tangled mess of heartbeats and butterflies.
Though they are both terrified, they feel safe together; and so she takes his hand and moves it to her breast as if to say, ‘Don’t be afraid, I’m here.’
He kisses her and for the first time they feel whole.
He lies with her and for the first time they feel one.
+ + +
They call their first child Rickard in honor of their grandfather.
Robb thinks Dany is most beautiful when she is with child: the greatness of some higher cause swells in her rounded belly, pride glows in her cheeks.
She is an excellent mother, as Catelyn is pleased to observe. Daenerys dotes on little Rickard extensively, indulges his every wish so that Robb often has to intervene and teach the boy not to expect the world handed to him on a silver platter.
When her womb quickens again, Daenerys feels it is a girl.
Robb insists they name it Elaena in honor of Daenerys’s ancestress, for he knew his wife so yearned to honor her family as they had honored his.
Sometimes she thinks he knows her better than she knows herself.
+ + +
When she visits her home, Sansa and Daenerys often go to the godswood to pray together.
They pray for their husbands and children; for peace in the realms.
Sansa’s husband Joffrey now sits on the Iron Throne, and she is his rightful queen. Sansa assures Daenerys that the king is not war-faring and that he treats the throne of her ancestor’s well, with respect.
Daenerys does not care for the king but will not share this with her sister, who champions him as if her life depends on it––and perhaps it does.
They plan to betroth Elaena to Sansa’s eldest son, Brandon, who is heir to the throne and his father’s favorite.
It is Daenerys’s ambition that a Targaryen reside in King’s Landing once more––and who better than her eldest and most wise daughter, imbued with both the Targaryen fire and Stark honor?
When she convinces her husband to agree the contracts are drawn up and it is final.
Daenerys thinks of her slaughtered kin and feels their satisfaction pulse thick as blood in her veins.
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Dany/Robb AU Fill: 'Fire, Blood, and Honor' [part two]
Date: 2012-03-08 10:32 pm (UTC)It is announced on Robb’s tenth birthday that he will wed Daenerys, the castaway Targaryen Princess who brings with her no dowry other than the sorrows of her past.
It is Catelyn’s idea.
She wants Robb to stay and reign in the North when his father dies, and who knows the North better than Daenerys? They have grown up together and Cat believes together they will find love.
She wants happiness for them both because they are both hers, they are both the North’s.
It takes little convincing for Ned to agree. He has grown fond of Daenerys and knows Robb has as well.
She wears the veil of winter well; she prays as fervently as any Northerner at the godswood; she loves Winterfell with an ardor none could have anticipated.
It is clear Daenerys Targaryen was born to be a Stark.
+ + +
Robb knows he loves her when they are thirteen.
She sings when she embroiders, a habit that Sansa finds bothersome but Arya praises (as she does anything that bothers Sansa).
She sings songs of battle and war and he knows she has the strength of a thousand Targaryen dragons within her.
He is proud of her and she is not even his.
+ + +
She becomes his when they turn sixteen.
Daenerys is a vision in white; her pale skin left untouched by the harsh sun of the south, her hair a vivid pearl, her gown an ivory gossamer.
They marry at Winterfell in the summer months––the sun shines down upon the ceremony as if in approval.
He undresses her slowly that night, a tangled mess of heartbeats and butterflies.
Though they are both terrified, they feel safe together; and so she takes his hand and moves it to her breast as if to say, ‘Don’t be afraid, I’m here.’
He kisses her and for the first time they feel whole.
He lies with her and for the first time they feel one.
+ + +
They call their first child Rickard in honor of their grandfather.
Robb thinks Dany is most beautiful when she is with child: the greatness of some higher cause swells in her rounded belly, pride glows in her cheeks.
She is an excellent mother, as Catelyn is pleased to observe. Daenerys dotes on little Rickard extensively, indulges his every wish so that Robb often has to intervene and teach the boy not to expect the world handed to him on a silver platter.
When her womb quickens again, Daenerys feels it is a girl.
Robb insists they name it Elaena in honor of Daenerys’s ancestress, for he knew his wife so yearned to honor her family as they had honored his.
Sometimes she thinks he knows her better than she knows herself.
+ + +
When she visits her home, Sansa and Daenerys often go to the godswood to pray together.
They pray for their husbands and children; for peace in the realms.
Sansa’s husband Joffrey now sits on the Iron Throne, and she is his rightful queen. Sansa assures Daenerys that the king is not war-faring and that he treats the throne of her ancestor’s well, with respect.
Daenerys does not care for the king but will not share this with her sister, who champions him as if her life depends on it––and perhaps it does.
They plan to betroth Elaena to Sansa’s eldest son, Brandon, who is heir to the throne and his father’s favorite.
It is Daenerys’s ambition that a Targaryen reside in King’s Landing once more––and who better than her eldest and most wise daughter, imbued with both the Targaryen fire and Stark honor?
When she convinces her husband to agree the contracts are drawn up and it is final.
Daenerys thinks of her slaughtered kin and feels their satisfaction pulse thick as blood in her veins.