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299 AC

The Twins

Robb Stark

Ah, this wedding needs to hurry up and end, I almost completely avoided staying for it, but that could’ve tipped Lord Walder into not supporting us in the war, even with his daughter marrying Uncle Edmure. Walder was already too ambitious, demanding marriages out of us, even though we were moving to aid his liege lord, I should’ve taken the castle by surprise then after he opened his gates and chopped off his head, that would’ve earned me the fear that I needed, some my own bannermen betrayed me, fucking Rickard Karstark sending his men away and murdering those boys, he thinks his claim for vengeance was greater than anyone else’s. I should’ve made sure I was more feared, then maybe he wouldn’t have gone against me like that, he had to die. Ahh, there’s no use dwelling on the past, I have to look towards the future now. 

Moat Cailin will quickly fall according to our estimates, Howland Reed and his Crannogmen have been bleeding them dry, after that, we liberate the rest of the North, and return South, Theon better pray Lord Manderly never finishes constructing that fleet, because if he does no god on this world will stop me from destroying the Iron Isles, I’ll do what King Robert should’ve done and eradicate them, Pyke will be nothing but a pile of rubble when I’m finished with it. I’ll force them to either convert to the old gods, or they will all die with their Old Way. But that will only be after I march south and take that bastard Joffrey’s head and Tywin’s, and Mace fucking Tyrell. Fucking Tyrells don’t know how to stay out of it, the ambitious cunts. I need to raise as many men as possible, I’ll send to Essos to recruit sellswords with that Lannister gold I took, I need as many men as possible now, I may send Mother to Eryie as well, I know Aunt Lysa hasn’t agreed but maybe she could be persuaded, or maybe mother could persuade her bannermen into joining us. Then I also need Jon with me now, Sansa can’t be my heir, Bran and Rickon are dead, while Arya most likely is dead also. I will make sure the Lannisters pay for everything they’ve done against us.

“My love, what are thinking about?” I turned my head as Jeyne spoke to me. Ahh Jeyne you may be the best thing that ever came to me because of this god's forsaken war. I initially was worried she could cost me the war, but now I know we’ll prevail, and the love we have for each other has grown, and proof of that is my child that's growing in her belly. Though I still know I shouldn’t have married her, but I had to preserve her honor, and I didn’t want to have a bastard son who would grow up with no mother like Jon did.

“Nothing, love just thinking of the future and how we will have many more children after this one,” I told her as I placed one of my hands on her stomach before I pulled her in for a kiss. 

After our lips disconnected I was about to ask her for a dance when Lord Walder spoke up. 

“Attention everyone, with the bride and groom gone, it appears that I have to make a final gift for the night!” He said as he turned to look at me before saying “My king has married and I owe him and my new queen a Wedding Gift!” Walder said as he then smiled a wicked smile.

Just then the Rains of Castamere started playing, I only recognized it because Queen Cersei had it play multiple times when King Robert visited Winterfell. Just as I was going to speak to Lord Walder, I heard a slap and turned to see that Mother had just slapped Roose Bolton who quickly fled away from her, as I was about to speak out, I felt a piercing pain in my elbow before I collapsed and heard screams of pain, throughout the hall, as the Rains of Castamere continued to play. When I looked to my side and saw Jeyne getting stabbed in the belly by Lothar Frey, no our child, noooo!

“And who are you, the proud lord said”

“That I must bow so low?”

“Only a cat of a different coat”

“That's all the truth I know”

Fuck, I’ve led all my men into folly, I never should’ve trusted those traitorous cunts. I had to try to reverse this disaster, I started to get up just as I saw Ryman Frey kill Dacey Mormont by driving his axe through her belly and then saw Smalljon get shot through by half a dozen crossbow bolts before Black Walder cut off his head, no not my loyal guard none of them deserve this. By the time I got up almost all of the loyal to me were either dead or dying.

“LORD WALDER!!!” My mother shouted as she held up his grandson Aegon Frey with a dagger to his throat. “Let us end this madness now, I swear to you keep me as a hostage but let my son Robb go! Please I swear we will no vengeance!” Noooo Mother don’t you see this is folly, leave now while you still can, it’s over for me but not you, you can still make it out of here alive, go now!!!! I tried to tell her, but it was pointless as I only managed to cough up blood.

Walder had an evil smile before he spoke out again. “I trusted you before with my word, what makes you think I’ll believe you now when you broke the last oath you had with me?” 

“Onn my honor as a Tully on my honor as a Stark, We will not take vengeance on you, now let my son go, or I’ll open your son's throat!!” Mother responded to Walder.

“Aye, a son for a son would be fair, but that there is a grandson and he was always useless to me, kill him I don’t care, woman,” Walder responded.

Just then the traitor Roose Bolton appeared before me dagger in hand, as he said “Jaime Lannister sends his regards.”

“You traitor, uhhh!” I said right before he stabbed me with his dagger, and I plunged to the ground, from the blade’s cold steel.

As I lay on the ground the only words I said were a final call out to my most loyal companion one final time, “Grey Wind” was the last thing I said before the world went dark and coldness enveloped me.

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The coldness was replaced with warmth, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in the kennel of the Twins. This feeling I knew from my dreams and several battles I’ve fought throughout the war, I was now Grey Wind, just like I was at the outset of the Battle of Oxcross. 

I saw my little sister Arya come up to me, I tried speaking but it only came out in a bark, “Grey Wind we have to get to Robb now!!!” she said as she quickly unlocked the gate and let me out. I had to protect her for as long as I could when a Frey man at arms came up, I immediately lep at his throat and ripped it out, tasting the liquid iron of his blood in my mouth.

I and Arya were moving through the castle yard when I saw Sandor Clegane come up and say “Girl we need to get out of here now!!!! Your brother is already dead we were too late!!!” what??? He took her here, he’s helping her???

“It’s not too late yet, we have to go save them!!”Arya yelled out. No Arya, it’s too late for us, but you can still save yourself, get out of here now! I then loudly howled to get her attention and to get her to leave when Sandor said, “Dammit girl they just paraded his head on a pike in front of all of the men, his men are starting to break, we have to leave now if we want to live!!” 

After he said he picked her up against her cries of protest and carried her away. I followed them and helped protect them as best as I could, tearing out the throats of 20 or so Bolton and Frey soldiers along the way.

Shortly after we came across a thin wall of Bolton and Frey crossbowmen, there was no way we could all make it out, but I could make sure Sandor and Arya did.

I quickly charged them and managed to kill almost all of them, as Sandor snuck past me and to the horses of the castle when I felt three crossbow bolts hit me which caused me to collapse. 

I yelled out in pain which caused Arya to look back from Sandor’s arms just as he put her on the horse and yell out “Grey Wind!!!’ 

I tried to yell out to her but could only manage a weak cry of pain, and as she looked at me, I saw her eyes widen and yell out “Robb Nooo!!!” and as she and Sandor rode off into the night on that horse, I felt the cold steel of a blade come across my neck.

But my only thought now was that I saved her, I finally saved Arya, and the cold and darkness once again enveloped me I had the joy of seeing her saved one final time before I could see no more.

NOOOOO THIS CAN’T HAPPEN!!!!

THE SAVIOR CANNOT BE LOST LIKE THIS!!!!

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The Old Gods Realm

Robb Stark

“Young Stark, get up You are safe here.” I heard as I opened my eyes and looked around. 

“Where am I?” I asked, as when I was looking around, I only saw what looked to be the Godswood of Winterfell, though it was far larger, and the weirwood tree stood more than twice as large as the Winterfell Weirwood. 

“Relax you are among friends here young Stark.” A man with a scythe said to me. 

“We can’t allow you to fail, you were the best hope, without you the darkness and the cold fall over the world.” A tall man in a robe told me.

“Who are you?” I said. I said. was surprised the last thing I remembered was the betrayal and managing to save Arya and now I’m here. As I looked around and saw twelve people around me, six women and six men.

“Yes, forgive our rudeness, but we are the Old Gods.” a man who looked old with a small smile, and who had a large white beard, with a purple and gold silk robe, along with a golden crown told me. 

I quickly knelt to my feet, to speak before the Old Gods themselves is an honor beyond imagining. 

“Hahaha!!! That's not needed all at all here, come have some wine!!” A beautiful woman who wore one of the most elaborate purple silk dresses I’ve ever seen, and long flowing golden-blonde hair said, with a smile, as she raised a cup that appeared in her hand out to me. 

“He doesn’t need to drink woman, he needs more power and vengeance!” A man who was at least 8ft tall, very strong, had long black hair, and was armored in elaborate golden plate armor, who looked like he could crush a man's skull with ease said. 

“Don’t start you two, and you are being rude, introduce yourselves to him. I my son am Olymion the King of all the Old Gods and ruler of the eternal woods.” The older man with a large beard said.

“I am Matrona, the goddess of all marriage, and family, as well as the protector of women and children, as well as fertility amongst men.” A beautiful woman with black hair, and smooth copper skin who wore a golden silk dress. 

“I am Mareon, the god of the seas, earthquakes, and horses, also you are welcome for those by the way, I made the first horses.” A muscled man in a blue silk robe and armed with a large golden trident said.

“I am Ceresia, the goddess of harvest and agriculture, I preside over crops, grains, food, and the fertility of the earth.” A beautiful woman who was wearing a green silk dress, and a flower crown, who had fair skin said.

“I am Stratega, the goddess of wisdom, war, crafts, and a patron of skilled arts.” A beautiful woman who had long dark black hair, and tanned skin, and was in gold and black armor, who was armed sword and shield, said. 

“I am Solarus, the god of music, healing, light, the sun, and prophecy.” A man in a white and gold silk robe, with blond hair said.

“I am Sylvana, the goddess of the hunt, wilderness, childbirth, and virginity.” A beautiful woman with long black hair, fair skin, and who wore a white silk robe armed with a bow said.

“I am Bellator, the God of all war, battle lust, courage, and civil order.” The man who was 8ft tall, very strong, with long black hair, and armored in golden plate armor said. 

“I am Messenon, the god of speed, herds, and flocks, travelers and hospitality, roads and trade, thievery and cunning, heralds and diplomacy, language and writing, athletic contests and gymnasiums, astronomy, and astrology.” A man who was wearing a white and gold robe, along with shoes that had wings on them said.

“I am Shadow, the god of death, and the undergrove, and the caretaker of souls.” Said the tall man with the scythe who was dressed in a dark black robe.

“I am Vinara, the goddess of wine, winemaking, fertility, music, dance, revelry, and inspiration.” said the beautiful woman who had fair skin, long golden-blonde hair, and had on an purple elaborate silk dress. 

“Hehe, and the best is saved for last! I am Amoria, the goddess of love, beauty, desire, and sexuality, and maybe if you are lucky I’ll let you see why.” An otherworldly beautiful woman in an almost see-through pink dress, with silver-blonde hair, smooth copper-black skin, and a seductive smile. 

“It, it’s an honor to meet you all,” I told them nervously, as I looked at them.

“No, it’s not, you are here far too soon, and your death has doomed the world of man,” Olymion said. “The betrayal, that happened to you was beyond, not even we foresaw it happening to you.” he then said.

“What, what do you mean? My death dooms the world of man?” I asked them, how could this be possible. 

“Take a look for yourself young Stark,” Stratega said, as a portal opened up in front of her.

Once I looked into the portal, I saw only destruction. In the North armies under a flaming stag, the banner had marched on Winterfell led by the flaming stag who then fought and burned and destroyed the flayed man, however shortly after a Trident pierced through him. The men who had been fighting together against the Boltons had fought each other when an unruly wolf came from Skagos, then the White wolf came south from the wall. While in the south chaos reigned, the golden Lannister lion was kicked off the throne, by the black dragon, with the Tyrell rose ensnared in its grasp, when a Martell spear joined it, and another red dragon came and landed on Dragonstone. After the two dragons fought until neither were left. By that time the White wolf had gone south and destroyed the Twins, however, he turned into a white dragonwolf creature marched back north, and faced off against a cold creature with icy blue eyes, by the time the white dragonwolf faced it, it was destroyed as the there were too few men with it, and too many men with the cold. After that, all of Planetos was engulfed in the cold. 

I looked up shocked. This must mean that somehow Stannis Baratheon beat the Boltons, but was betrayed by the Manderlys to put one of my younger brothers in charge, but then Jon came down and ruled, but he’s in the Nights Watch how is that possible? Then somehow the Blackfyres had returned how? Ser Barristan slew the last Blackfyre years ago in the Stpstones. Then the Targaryens returned and fought off against the Blackfyres, but they both died. Then Jon somehow became a dragon and tried to face the cold but it was too late. How is this possible?

“Ahhh, I see the realization on your face now. Your house was only briefly back from the destruction, but that betrayal destroyed the best chance we had of a united realm under you, that would’ve  fought against the white walkers, who yes are real and will return.” Olymnion said. 

“But how am I here? I died Roose Bolton murdered me?” I asked them

“It took almost all of our strength, but we brought you back from death, Stratega here says that the best way for the realms of man to succeed is with you, however, we’ve all decided that putting you even further in the past would give you the best chance of victory,” Olymion told me

“What do you mean you’ll send me back, back to before the war, to the beginning of the war?” I asked them, this filled me with hope, maybe I could save my father and prevent this war before it ever began.

“No, before your time, back to before the first greatest war in Westeros, We are sending you back to 105 years after Aegon I conquered Westeros, this will give you enough time and the power you need to prepare and protect Westeros and help the faith of the Old Gods, with more worshippers we grow stronger.” The goddess Stratega told me. 

“So, I truly will never see my family again?” I asked them.

“Well, not exactly, there is one more place you must go after this, it’d be cruel of us to prevent you from seeing them again, and well by now, everything in the human realm has already fallen to the cold, and well they are waiting for you, go see them.” The god shadow told me as a portal opened up.

“He’s right young Stark, you know everything you need to know for now and will be able to see you again, so go ahead, see your family again before you leave off on your next adventure.” the god Olymion told me. 

“Thank you, all of you, I won’t let you down,” I told them before I walked to the portal, and through it.

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Robb Stark

After I stepped through the portal, I was first met with the sight of my father after I saw him, I immediately ran and grabbed him in a strong hug with tears starting to stream down my eyes, but I didn’t care. 

Father started to laugh a little before saying “It’s alright son we are all proud of you. You did well.” Father told me, as he returned my hug with a smile on his face.

“Please, did well did he? The boy lost, House Stark is scattered, Winterfell lies in ruin, the North has been invaded by the Ironborn who you allowed to return home boy, and you Eddard, your foolishness allowed this to all happen in the first place, what in the hells caused you to warn that whore Cersei about you knowing about her kids being bastard? That was beyond all folly and stupidity, you should’ve let her and all her bastards die by the Robet’s sword, their deaths would’ve ensured their line would end and a swift Lannister defeat. If was in either of your places, I would’ve won that war easily, and destroyed Tywin, his army, and raised every castle in the Westerlands that opposed me.” A Stark who looked old as he had nothing but white hair, and a long white beard said. 

Before either I or Father could respond to him, another Stark who was tall, and had many battle scars on his face quickly said, “Oh do shut the hell, Cregan, Ned here has fought more battles and wars than you have, hell even young Robb here has fought and won more battles in under a year than you have in decades, hell you’ve never even fought a single battle or won a single war in all the years you were alive.” 

“I would’ve ended the lines of houses Lannister, Hightower, and Baratheon if it was up to me they would’ve gone extinct Theon, and we did win the Dance Rhaenyra’s line prevailed, her son took the Iron Throne!” The Stark who I now assumed was Cregan Stark responded to Theon Stark.

“Oh please boy, you stopped any notion of fighting for Rhaenyra, as soon as Alysanne Blackwood spread her legs and offered you her cunt, and before that, you did nothing but sit in Winterfell until most of the fighting was done by the old men you sent to die boy, and as I remember it, Rhaenyra lost, Aegon was the recognized king, she was known as usurper even her sons refused to say that she was Queen.” Theon Stark told Cregan. 

Just as Cregan was about to respond, another Stark man  shouted out “All of you stop bickering like little children, is this what you all decide to do, the boy was just betrayed and murdered, we’ll give him time with his family before we try to criticize him.” When he was speaking it didn’t take any time at all for me to realize that this was Brandon the Builder, I couldn’t explain how or why I knew it, but I instantly knew it, and was proven correct when everyone agreed with him by saying “Yes, Brandon.” 

“Regardless son, it’s good to meet you here the rest of the family wants to speak to you,” Father told me before Arya ran up to me and hugged me. 

“I knew it was you, I saw Grey Wind’s eyes change, you warged into him, you helped save me. Thank you, I’m sorry we didn’t get there in time, if we were onl-”) she said before I squeezed her tighter.

“No don’t apologize, if you got there earlier you’d only be dead like me, I’m sorry I failed you, I thought you were dead, the Lannisters didn’t even mention you at all, only Sansa,” I told Arya. It’s ridiculous for her to even think of this, it was my responsibility to protect them, not hers.

Then both Bran and Rickon ran into my arms and enveloped me into a large hug, with tears running down their eyes, before saying “We missed you, we were alive Theon didn’t kill us, it was the two Miller’s boys! We escaped with Osha and the Reeds, maester Luwin died protecting us, Theon killed him!!” 

As they said that, the first thing I thought about was how hearing how Theon murdered them, had caused me to take Jeyne in grief, and led me to marry her after to preserve her honor. Me thinking they were dead is what lost me the Freys, what caused our mother to release Jaime Lannister which caused that fucking fool Karstark to sneakily send all his men away and then murder those Lannister boys. I’ve never hated Theon more than I have now, even if he never murdered Bran and Rickon he still wanted me and everyone else to think he did, and he still chose to murder those two boys. Then to think that he’d also murder Luwin, one of the men who spent years teaching him just made my blood boil.

Sansa then quickly engulfed me in a hug with tears running down her eyes, as she said “I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” 

What is she talking about, how could this possibly be true? This sounds crazy how could it be her fault? 

I know my face had to look beyond confused as I asked “Sansa what are you talking about?”

Father then signed out loudly “Robb we have to tell you something, it’s about what happened” 

I looked at him curiously before saying “Alright Father, let me know what happened.”

Over the next few hours, Father, Mother, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, and Jon, told me what had happened after I was gone, and what what they did while I was at war. What they said, shocked, enraged, horrified, and made him shake and tremble in anger at all his family's enemies. 

After they finished, I exploded “You, you gave Cersei a chance to escape Father, Why??? To try to save that bastard Joffrey!!! You could’ve sent word to Stannis to return with a strong guard immediately while you used Renly and his men to act before Cersei did, you could’ve even followed Baelish’s plan while you sent for Stannis. Sansa you, you went against your own family just so you could be queen? You knew how he acted at Winterfell, then when he had that little butcher’s boy Mycah murdered on the kingsroad, and when he tried to murder Arya right in front of you! Did you really want to be queen that much Sansa??? Bran and Rickon you both did well while I was gone, I knew I did the right thing when I allowed that wildling woman Osha, she, Hodor, and the Reed children did well protecting you. Jon, I’ll be honest I’m surprised that you’d ever betray your vows you’ve never even gone to the brothel with me. Mother, I’m so sorry that failed you, you didn’t deserve anything that happened to you.”

After I said that, they all looked at me, and I could tell that some of them were very conflicted with what I said. I knew that some of them would be, but I felt this needed to be said aloud. The foolishness of their actions was insane to me, how could they have been so dumb? 

“Robb, don’t try to blame your sister, she was young and a little girl, please don’t try to blame her. As for what I did, I only tried to save their lives, son, I know Robert couldn’t let this stand all those children would’ve been murdered if I immediately told Robert, I did what was honorable and what I felt was right-” Father said before I cut him off.

“Well, you were wrong Father!!! How could you think that a daughter of a ruthless man like Tywin Lannister would simply step down from power like that? Even if you wanted to save her bastards you could’ve easily acted differently and replaced the Lord Commander of the Goldcloaks with anyone you trusted, King Robert wouldn’t have cared, wait until you received word that Robert was returning to the Red Keep then immediately take them hostage and hidden inside the Tower of the Hand or a defended manse in the city and then tell Robert, you could’ve talked him out of his anger and had the boys sent to the Wall, and Myrcella either sent to the Silent Sisters or kept at someone that was loyal to Robert castle to keep Tywin in line, you might’ve even been able to have Cersei spared and sent to the Silent Sisters also. Father you had many options at your disposal but you neglected to use any of them, besides the one fucking option you chose to do. You chose to fight honorably against people who had proven to have no honor, and even when Cersei told you “You win or you die”, you still didn’t see that she was going to stay and fight against you, you already knew she killed one Hand of the King before you! The honor you showed her got our family almost completely destroyed!” I said, how could Father not see that what he did was foolish, I know he was honorable but how could he have been so stupid!!!???

Before Father could say a response, however, Cregan Stark once again spoke up “HaHaHa see now the boy sees reason, there is a place a time for honor!” 

Before anyone else could say anything else again, Brandon the Builder then spoke up. “Silence! All of you, all of us have made mistakes, you as well Cregan, need I remind you of the fact that you neglected to even get that marriage pact you managed to get out of that boy Jacaerys fulfilled? Even when there were many Targaryen princesses unmarried later in your reign, hell you could’ve even claimed one of Daemon’s daughters as your wife after the Dance but you didn’t. That made all your effort of secretly taking all those dragon eggs when you were Hand useless, didn’t it? They might not have even gone through as much trouble if you did. Your sons or grandsons could’ve ended up hatching them and by now the oldest of them would’ve been over 100 years old at the least. So again be quiet!” 

Cregan looked infuriated and like he wanted to say something, but he chose to stay silent instead, I guess he figured that there was actually something very reasonable in what Brandon had told him, though Robb had only heard the tales from Old Nan about the dragon Vermax laying eggs, he and his siblings searched everywhere for them, but they just couldn’t find them so they always thought it was just an old tale to amuse them. 

“Now we all know why he’s here now, to speak to his DIRECT family and then quickly leave, but we all know that we don’t have much time remaining right now before he has to leave. Robb, for now, you need to go, but you will be able to see us again in the future, I promise, we have told you that we could still help teach you, we don’t know how yet, but you will see us again that I promise you, but for now you need to go.” The builder told me, causing me to get sad, however I knew he was right.

I then quickly turned to my family and engulfed them all in a large hug, causing more tears to stream down our faces, as behind us, a portal opened up that I knew would take me on to my next life, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to still see them. 

“I promise I’ll try to get back to you all as soon as I can,” I told them, causing them all to have teary smiles on their faces before they all said their farewells to me. 

After that, I turned around and began walking to the portal, and once I got to it, I continued walking through it, without looking back a single time. It’s time for me to rewrite history and for my next adventure.

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105 AC

Winterfell

Rickon Stark 

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The screams of childbirth echoed throughout the walls of Winterfell, for Rickon’s wife and love of his life Berenna Stark nee Umber was in labor. 

Rickon held her hand as his wife screamed out in pain. “It’s alright my love, it’ll be alright soon this babe will be out of you, and we’ll be holding him or her together,” Rickon told Berenna, causing her to start to smile before her next screams came out. “Maester, is there anything you can give her for the pain right now??!!” He asked desperately not wanting his wife to be in such excruciating pain.

"I’m sorry my lord and lady, but no if I gave her any Milk of the Poppy now it could interfere with the birth. Now my lady you must push." the old maester Jon first said to Lord Rickon and then to Lady Berenna, as he was trying to help through her labors. 

“My lady, you are doing perfectly, just a few more pushes and we’ll have this babe out of you soon, now push again my lady!” Maester Jon said.

“You hear that Bera, you're almost done love, only a little more pain!” Rickon said to Berenna as he kissed her on her sweaty forehead. 

“AHHHHHHH” Berenna screamed out again. 

“There we go my lady, I can see the head, and it looks like it’s a boy my lord and lady..” Maester Jon said before he knelt and began to grab the head of the babe whose hair was part black, and part Targaryen silver. Jon continued to pull the babe out however he then stopped, as the walls of the castle shook with the monstrous roars of a dragon. 

Rickon knew that there was only one dragon in hundreds of leagues that could roar as loud as that. “Looks like my son already has himself quite the large mount to ride,” Rickon said to everyone in the birthing chamber with a smile. Rickon's spirits were immediately lifted, as not only would he have a son, but the mount of his mother Viserra Targaryen would again have a rider, and who better for it than his eldest son and heir?

“Oh dear gods, my lord and lady your son seems to have another brother or sister there with him, and he isn’t letting them go, their hands are gripping each other, I’ve never seen or even heard of a case like this in all my years!” Maester Jon said before he continued to now gently pull out the two babes. 

“Ahhh here we go my lord and lady, two babes, a son and a daughter for you both, and from the looks of it they are already tied together at the hip!” Maester Jon said with a large smile as he held the both of them who were still holding each other's hand out to his wife Berenna. 

“My babies, Rickon our babies! We need to name them, the boy can be Robb after my uncle Robbard, and the girl can be named Clarissa!” She said as she took both of the babes in her arms, while Rickon moved his face right next to hers and stared at them with a smile.

“You did it, Bera, you did it, and those beautiful names!” Rickon told Berenna who was covered in sweat and looked exhausted, but still smiling, and looking at the babes. 

At that moment both babes opened their eyes and they were both beautiful, they both had deep purple eyes like Rickon’s mother Viserra, and both of their children looked beautiful. Then Rickon looked up and saw the most curious sight, what had to be one of the newborn direwolf running in the birthing chamber as fast as he could, towards me, but the most curious thing was that Robb had caught sight of him, and had immediately launched into series of cries that seemed to happy. He knew his son was going to be special, he knew it already.

“Rickon, I need you to promise me that you’ll protect them no matter what, as long as you can!” Berenna suddenly said in a very weak voice.

Rickon then looked away from the babes and back to her, as her voice wasn’t weak just a minute ago. What Rickon saw made his heart break immediately, Berenna his strong and proud wife now looked deathly pale. 

“I don’t have to promise that  right now Bera, you’ll be right beside me protecting them, you will my love!” he quickly said, before he immediately shouted, “Maester Bera needs you now!” 

“No, promise me now Rickon, promise me!” She once again said in a weak voice.

“I promise my love, but you’ll be right there with us!” He said as he had tears running down his eyes.

“Thank you, Rickon,” Berenna said with a small smile before the life faded out of her eyes, her eyelids closed and covered her beautiful brown eyes, which now would never again be shown to the world. 

Then the wails of not just the two babes but also of Rickon Stark himself echoed throughout the halls of Winterfell. For even though this day was blessed with the birth of his twin son and daughter, it also took his main joy in the world away. 

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105 AC

Winterfell

Robb Stark 

Robb saw nothing but blinding light once he stepped through the portal. He also felt something reaching out to him, however, he heard the voice of a maester. 

“There we go my lady, I can see the head, and it looks like it’s a boy my lord and lady..” 

Fuck this is what the gods meant by being sent back, I at least thought they wouldn’t have me be a child again, this had to be his birth. 

As Robb was thinking, he suddenly felt something grab his hand, causing him to look to the side as much as he could, and what he saw shocked him. There was another babe in the womb with him, at first he was confused as he knew that Cregan Stark had no twin, but he then thought that this had to have been Cregan himself, but Creagn wasn’t born in 105 AC, he was born in 108 AC. 

Right then and there, he realized that not only would he be reborn, but he’d also have a twin in this new life. He then grabbed his twin’s hand and refused to let go, because he decided that he would do whatever he could to protect his family, not like how he wasn’t able to protect them originally. He also tried to speak to wherever they were but only his cries came out of his mouth.

That caused the maester to reach in then and grab his twin. This resulted in both of them coming out of the womb at the same time. He had started trying to speak to anyone, but once again only cries came out.

Then Robb heard a monstrous dragon’s roar and simultaneously felt a power that he never felt before and a powerful force grow into his mind, even with Grey Wind after they had bonded, Robb had no idea why this had happened, but he somehow knew that whatever dragon it was that he somehow bonded to it. The roar shook the castle causing his twin sister to begin crying more, he tried to tell her “Everything will be alright, no one will hurt you,” but again his words only came out as cries. 

He then looked at a man who was dressed in a dark grey wool tunic with direwolves sown into it, he then realized that this man had to be Lord Rickon Stark, however, he didn’t look like his father Ned, Rickon looked like a mix of a Stark and what he’d assume was a Targaryen given him having the deep purple eyes and part of his mostly black hair had silver strands in it. This made him wonder what Targaryen his mother could’ve been, he wondered if it was Rhaenys Targaryen, but he knew that she had married Corlys Velaryon, and he thought that she would also be quite young to have grandchildren at the year 105 AC. Robb then heard his father speak up.

“Looks like my son already has himself quite the large mount to ride,” This caused Robb to feel correct, as Rickon saying that right after he was born had to mean that the feeling of power he got meant that he was bonded to a dragon. Robb began to wonder how he could’ve been bonded to a dragon at birth, as he’d never heard of this happening in this way before in all the history he knew. 

Robb’s thoughts were once again interrupted by voices, but his time from his mother, who he was now looking at as both he and his twin sister were in her arms, with her looking down at them..

“My babies, Rickon our babies! We need to name them,”

Robb!! My name is Robb!!! Robb tried to say, but again his words only came out as cries, however, he didn’t need to fear being renamed as his mother’s voice continued on. 

“The boy can be Robb after my uncle Robbard and the girl can be named Clarissa!”

Thank the gods I still have my same name, my mother named me Robb and I wanted to keep it for as long as I could. I did not want to have a different name, though he thought it was funny how he would named after an uncle, as his father had referred to Robert Baratheon as his brother in all but blood, so he would once again be named after an uncle. 

Robb then began to look when he once again felt a presence that was familiar to him, causing him to look around a search of his faithful old companion, leading him to see a very young newborn Grey Wind running into the room, looking as he had when they had first come across them.

“GREY WIND!!!!” He tried to call out but once again only cried out his mouth. The Old Gods have blessed him to where he still has to keep his old loyal direwolf companion. Robb wished he’d truly known how strong his bond with Grey Wind was before, if he’d only trusted Grey Wind then perhaps he wouldn’t have fallen for the betrayal of the Freys and Boltons, but regardless he let those thoughts go. Robb then tried to reach out to Grey Wind, he saw Rickon look and quickly pick him up and bring him up to him, causing Grey Wind to run up and lick his face, as Robb himself tried to grab hold of Grey Wind.

Robb was busy trying to get hold of Grey Wind when he heard something that immediately caused him to stop and his heart to break.

He heard his mother say in a weak voice “Rickon, I need you to promise me that you’ll protect them no matter what, as long as you can!” causing him to look back up at her, and he just knew that she wouldn’t make it, her skin had turned deathly pale, there was no chance she’d be able to live through this birth.

Sadness erupted throughout him as he felt like an immediate failure, for his first action in his new life was to kill his new mother during his birth accidentally. Now he began crying for he knew he’d never be able to have any experiences with his new mother, and he himself was the cause of it.

From there, he only heard the cries and wails of himself, his twin sister, and his father Rickon, for what felt like hours of unbearable pain. Until his father picked up him and his twin sister, looked down on them, and opened up his mouth to speak.

“I promise you two, I’ll protect you for as long as I can, your mother will be proud of the both of you. I still love both of you now, and I always will.” His father said as he held the two of them in his arms. 

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110 AC

Winterfell

Robb Stark 

Robb was in the library of Winterfell, with both his sister Clarisaa and his direwolf Grey Wind. Over these past few years, Robb had been more melancholy than he expected he would, his twin sister was there for him, as well as his father, however, it just wasn’t the same. He still saw the ghosts of his past life here sometimes, and he even still dreamt of his old family, including some of them being nightmares. However, Robb had tried to focus on learning as much of this new life as he could.

There were so many differences between the times. House Stark and the North were far more populated, and richer during this timeline. He also found out that this time, polygamy under the Old Gods was accepted, there had been many Starks within the last few hundred years that took multiple wives, his uncle Bennard had even had two wives, Lady Margarette Karstark, and Lady Gillianne Glover, Gillianne Glover had been the mother of Cregan in his world. 

When Robb had found that out, he threw the book across his room, he thought of how much he could’ve used that in his own time, he could’ve married Jeyne after he took her maidenhead, and then he could’ve married Rosilin along with all her sisters he knew that old treacherous cunt Walder wouldn’t have cared at all, hell he may have even been able to marry Margaery Tyrell and got those ambitious Tyrell cunts on his side as well, they might’ve wanted him to take the Iron Throne but what of it, he would’ve done that instantly if it gave him all of their men. He had been upset for two weeks when he found that out, but he did get over that anger.

The rest of what he learned had been very interesting, however. House Stark had married into the main house of the Valyrian Freehold, House Belaerys, meaning that they already had some Valyrian traits in them before Aegon the Conquer had ever invaded Westeros, though unfortunately, it was after the Doom of Valyria so they were unable to bring any dragons or dragon eggs with them. Robb had thought that was unfortunate, as if they had, the North most likely never would’ve been conquered, it’s possible that his own house would’ve been the conquerors of Westeros instead of Aegon and his sisters. But what was far more interesting to him, was the fact that with that relationship came many more benefits. 

It was partially through House Baelerys, that House Stark was able to purchase another more Valyrian Steel Sword after Ice, named Wintersbane. Wintersbane is a bastard sword with a dark icy blue blade with runes of the first men in the blade, with a silver crossguard with two direwolf heads at the ends, with a blue sapphire in the middle of the guard, its hilt would be made out of a combination of white leather strips and black silk with a ringlet of gold with two small circular bloodred rubies on both sides of the hilt, while it’s pommel would be a large wolf head with two blue sapphires for its eyes. 

Then later on when Hosue Belaerys had fled to Winterfell, they had brought two more Valyrian Steel Swords with them, Genesis, and Valor. Genesis was another beautiful bastard sword, with a patterned grey blade, white hilt, a black steel crossguard with gold inlay, with a black pommel with gold inlay in it as well, with the name Belaerys inlaid in gold on the crossguard. 

Valor was a Valyrian Steel longsword, it had the classic smokey dark grey look of the blade, while it had an intricately designed crossguard that was gold, silver, with red gold inlaid in it, it had blued leather grip, with a pommel of gold and silver, with a ruby ball at the end of it.

Robb’s favorite designs of the swords were Winterbane and Genesis. Robb had decided that he would learn how to fight while dual-wielding the two blades, he had started to learn the basics of dual-wielding fighting before the war had begun but couldn’t learn enough about it. 

Though speaking of lessons Robb had already started his swordsmanship lessons when he was three. He had managed to ask his father and get him to agree to it, as he had been growing far larger than he did in his last life. He already had an advanced understanding of it which had his father and the instructors all shocked, though they had steadily advanced him in his sword lessons, he was starting to learn new lessons, with some other instructors that his father brought to Winterfell. They all said he appeared to be a prodigy and he had no doubt that by the time he was 14, he’d probably be one of the greatest fighters in Westeros.

House had been the first house to discover Bravos before it was ever revealed to the world, and as a result, we were some of the first foreign investors in it, we even had the first account of a foreign state or house with the Iron Bank, Bank Vault number 50 was our vault number, it had some of the best interests rates and as a partial result, House Stark was one of the richest Houses in the realm, as he knew it at the moment they were pretty much tied in third place with House Lannister, and just behind Houses Velaryon and Hightower. 

When he found that out, he had a good laugh, House Lannister being the wealthiest house had been one of the main things they prided themselves on. He knew that if Cersei, Jaime, and Tywin Lannister were here with him in time now, they’d be livid to find out that not only were they, not the richest house or even second richest, but tied to house that he knew Cersei, Jaime, and Tywin Lannister thought to be lesser, barbaric, heathens who followed a pagan religion, especially with how Cersei and Jaime had acted in Winterfell during their visit. Robb had decided that he’d make it his goal to ensure that Hous eStark became the richest house in Westeros, firstly for the betterment of the North and House Stark, and secondly as a way of getting a win over the Lannisters in spirit if nothing else. 

Robb had also learned that the North was far more militaristic at this point than it was in his previous life. Lord Alaric Stark had organized the formation of a permanent standing army of men loyal to House Stark after his elder brother Walton Stark died in the Night’s Watch Rebellion after he was ambushed by wildings with giants, though he had managed to kill two of them before the other one killed him. The standing army consisted of 2,000 highly trained and mounted men who were some of the best troops in the world and were named the Winter Guard.

This made Robb elated he was a cavalry leader, and he knew that by the time the Dance of Dragons happened, he’d have a massive advantage in the war. 

He had also learned that the North’s navy had been rebuilt and stronger than ever before. It consisted of hundreds of strong warships with fleets on both sides of the North. 

He had always been upset and curious about how the North hadn’t had a navy since then. He was even very confused about why his father hadn’t had a Northern Fleet constructed after the Greyjoy Rebellion, it had proved the need for a new fleet to be constructed. Robb had ordered Lord Manderly to begin the construction of a fleet, shortly after he had marched south. 

Robb had also learned that the North was far more populous than it was in time. Farming techniques caused massive population booms throughout the North, with many towns and cities being constructed throughout the North, and all the major towns being connected by roads throughout the North. 

He had also found out what Targaryen it was that had married into House Stark. According to the writings he had found, King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had betrothed her Lord Benjen Stark, his now grandfather, but she had managed to get them to agree to allow her to tame any one of the dragons on Dragonstone. However, neither they nor anyone else imagined that she would claim the Cannibal. 

I had figured that just a day after my birth into this new world when Rickon had taken me and my twin sister down into Winter City to the dragonpit to fly on his dragon, which was massive.

—---------------- Flashback

105 AC 

Winter City 

Robb

“You two are going to love this, your grandmother Viserra took me up flying shortly after I was born,” Rickon told us.

Rickon had us both in his arms as he began walking out of the carriage and inside the massive bronze doors of the dragonpit, as he had sat inside with us during the carriage ride in the city. 

Robb was surprised, he never would’ve thought that hundreds of thousands of people could live right next to Winterfell, especially permanently. Winter town only had 10,000 thousand people in it at all times, though it did drastically grow during Winter. 

“Here it is you two, the dragonpit, all our dragons are here Robb and Clarissa. Robb, I’ll show you your dragon first, since you bonded with him before.” Rickon said as both he and his sister Clarissa were looking around the dragonpit.

Robb was in complete awe, this was the largest structure he’d ever been in, after Winterfell. He saw motifs, emblems, statues, and paintings of dragons, direwolves, and battles that depicted victories of House Stark, throughout the walls of what appeared to be an arena, as above them, there were thousands of rows of what looked like stone benches. 

The twins continued to look on as Rickon walked to the edge of one of the walls, and several guardsmen quickly bowed their heads before they opened up a door that led to a small room, Rickon took them in, which then began to lower itself down. 

This shocked Robb as he knew that this was an elevator based on his learnings about Castle Black, as he didn’t know of a single castle or structure that had one in it besides the castles that guarded the wall.

Once they were lowered down, it wasn’t long only about 10-15ft descent Rickon had walked with them into the long and wide room. 

Robb and his twins looked around as they continued down into the room. He had seen many men adorned in steel plate armor throughout the room, he had thought that this must have been the dragon keepers that protected the dragons. 

Before he could look much further, however, they had then reached the area Rickon wanted them to be however as he had stopped walking.

“Robb look right here, this will be your dragon.” Rickon had said before he started speaking out in a language he didn’t understand. “Cannibal, gīda aōha arlie kipagīros iksos kesīr, nyke gīmigon bona ao gīmigon īlon issi kesīr, ao sensed zirȳla māzis closer.” (“Cannibal, calm your new rider is here, I know that you know we are here, you sensed him coming closer.”) 

After Rickon had said that he had that familiar powerful presence come up, it hadn’t gone away so much as it had just lingered in the back of his mind. He then heard a deep growl, and large stomps, and when he was able to see what it was, he gasped. There he saw a massive dragon reveal itself, he had dark black scales, and green highlights all throughout him, and his eyes were a deep green color. Cannibal had come up to the iron bars that enclosed his lair and came close to him. His father had then lifted him up causing Robb to reach out and put his tiny hand against his snout.

“Robb this here is Cannibal, he was my mother Viserra’s mount, and now he’s yours, now you can’t ride him just yet, but you give it a few years and you’ll be able to ride and fly on him, but for now you’ll have to settle for a flight with me on Moonfyre.” Rickon had said just before he lowered me down and began to walk with us over to where his dragon was, though I was still looking at Cannibal over his shoulders, we were both staring into each other’s eyes, it felt like he was trying to support me as if he knew everything that I had gone through and was promising me reassurance and vengeance. 

This feeling both terrified him and left him feeling elated. If this was what the Targaryens had felt when they had dragons then it was no wonder that they had spent the time since the Dance trying to reclaim their power, he had only experienced it for a short while, and he already knew that he’d never let it go if he could help it. 

By the time he was done with his thoughts, his father had turned him around to look at his dragon. Rickon’s dragon was large, though he’d say possibly around half the size of the Cannibal, it’s color was a mix of white, grey, and black scales, with some light red on its wings, and it had light red eyes. 

“This here is my dragon, Moonfyre,” Rickon said as he looked up with a smile on his face. Rickon then spoke in that foreign language he said before that Robb now deduced was High Valyrian, “Moonfyre, these lanta byka ones kesīr issi issa riñar, pōnta'll sagon flying rūsīr se lanta hen īlva tubī.” (“Moonfyre, these two little ones here are my children, they'll be flying with the two of us today.”)

Suddenly the bars separating us were raised, and Moonfyre stepped out and immediately went up and rubbed his snout against Rickon’s face, before looking at the two of us, and then sniffing, before looking around us as if he was looking for someone else, once again looking at his father. 

“Ziry's daor rūsīr īlva dombo Moonfyre, Berenna iksos rūsīr se gods sir.” (“She's not with us anymore Moonfyre, Berenna is with the gods now.”) Rickon said in Valyrian. This caused Moonfyre to let out a mournful wail before he once again rubbed his snout against his father’s face, in what seemed to be an effort to comfort him. 

His father then looked down at us and said, “Alright you two it’s time to go up.” Then he started climbing up the ropes of Moonfyre and into the saddle after he had handed us to a nearby guardsman, and then once he was up the guardsman handed us back to him, then shortly after Moonfyre had begun to walk towards the large opening, which had appeared. 

This was much more different than riding a horse did, it was much more wild and rattling than his horse ever did, even when he was first training. 

Moonfyre had walked through what was a ramp, a few seconds later, they emerged in the center of the dragonpit and began walking towards the massive doors on the other side of the dragonpit. 

Robb’s heart was beating the fastest it had ever beaten before, even in battle he hadn’t been as terrified as he was now. 

Once they stopped at it, they were overlooking a river, which was strange to Robb as he knew that there was no river this close to Winterfell.

Robb then heard his father say the word “Sōvegon!” (fly) which caused Moonfyre to quickly launch up into the air, as the laughs of his father and screams of both himself and his twin sister echoed after the dragon's roar. 

Robb’s stomach felt like it dipped and jumped around in his chest, as he screamed out. For at least 30 seconds, both he and his sister did nothing but scream. 

However, after that 30 seconds had abated, both his and his twin’s screams had turned silent before they had then turned into laughter. 

Robb had no idea why his screams had turned into laughter, but the feeling he got from flying was the most exhilarating thing he had ever experienced in his life. 

Robb had then noticed that they were high in clouds. From here, he truly saw the massive scale of the world. Winterfell was massive and far larger than it ever was during his former life. While the Winter City itself was massive, it encompassed what seemed like at least 20 square miles of land from what he saw, and that wasn’t even the entire city, just half of the city. The other half of the city was on the other side of a river, which was connected to the other side of it with three large stone bridges. Robb saw countless people walking about the city, along with forges working, merchants, and several buildings with long tubes with dark black smoke coming out of them, he also saw that on both sides of the city, there were massive Weirwood trees and a small godswood in them, there was another large building in the main city that had many men training with with arms, among many other things. 

“All of this here Robb and Clarissa, is all ours. Robb one day it’ll be yours to rule over, Clarissa I know you’ll be able to help also like my brother Bennard helps me.” Rickon told the two of us, as he looked at them. 

“We’ll have to go back down soon you two, the maester said it’s best not to keep you here so long.” Father told us and then immediately said “Moonfyre, return se tegon.” (“Moonfyre, return and land.”

After that was said, Moonfyre made a swift turn back and made a fast descent down back to the dragonpit.

Once we were in the pit, Rickon dismounted Moonfyre with them before quickly ordering that food be brought to Moonfyre, along with telling Moonfyre his farewells before he took us back to the carriage that we had rode through the city in.

Once we were in the carriage, Father had said “It’s time for us to head back to the castle now, but I promise that we’ll come back and fly tomorrow.” 

Robb had decided that this would be one of his favorite things to do in this new life.

—---------------- Flashback Over

His father Rickon had kept his word to the two of them. For the the day after he had once again taken them up into the sky on Moonfyre that next day, along with plenty more times after, Robb didn’t count them all but he knew that Rickon had taken them up in the air hundreds of times. 

Robb then heard someone open the door to the library, causing both he and his sister to look and see who it was. 

“Alright you two, it’s time for you to get to your lessons, Robb go ahead and head to the yard to continue your sword lessons, Clarissa go ahead to attend your sewing lessons, I’ll see if I can join you both later sometime today.” Our father had told us.

Clarissa then quickly got up and first gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek which I returned, before running over to Father and hugging him before running out of the library while shouting out “Love you!!!!” 

Both I and father laughed a little before, I got out of my chair and gave him a hug saying “I’ll see you soon Father.” and proceeded to walk out of the library and down to the training yard.

Robb decided that this day would be a good one, he had a good feeling about it.

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Chapter Text

110 AC

Winterfell

Robb Stark 

Once Robb reached the training yard, he greeted the castle’s master at arms Roderick Dustin, before he grabbed his training swords and proceeded to head to the center of the training square. 

The training sword was the typically dulled-edged steel training sword that all nobles used to train, which also had a dark brown leather grip, along with a bronze crossguard and a bronze pommel. He couldn’t fight with any 

At first, it felt very strange being here and not having Ser Rodrick be the Master at Arms of the castle, he had been the master at arms ever since he had first arrived in Winterfell, and he had taught him for years, however, Robb had to admit that Roderick Dustin was a much better instructor, he suspected that it was also because he was a high ranking member in the Winter Guard,  along with more strength that he had. He also thought that was one of the reasons that Roderick was much more skilled as a fighter. 

“Lord Robb, why don’t you and your older cousin Brandon duel,” Roderick told us as he walked away to observe the two of us begin our match.

Both he and his cousin Brandon were armored in the light padded leather armor used for training, though his cousin’s armor was a plainer brown while Robb’s own armor was white to help differentiate the two of them and denote his status as heir to House Stark.  

“Good luck cousin,” Robb told him before our swords started to meet at the beginning of the training duel. 

The duel started in earnest, Robb waited and let him attempt to strike first, as over the years Robb had learned that Brandon generally loved initiating the first strike, however, he also always followed up his strikes with a flurry of heavy slashes that were usually aimed at taking advantage of his strength, and against many of the other students, it would’ve worked, however, Robb was stronger and taller, and of course experienced from his past life. 

Robb had long since figured that thanks to his Umber heritage, he would grow far stronger and taller than he was previously. Robb had always been strong and tall, however, he figured that just due to his mother’s Umber blood now, he’d most likely grow to at least the Greatjon or Smalljon’s height. 

After he initially thought of this, he had that the Greatjon and his friend Smalljon would’ve been proud of him. He wasn’t as strong or as tall as them in his past life, however, he had always trained with them when he could, for in the Greatjons words “A lord, and then eventually king, must grow stronger and be the best warrior of his men.” Robb had learned some different techniques from them, mostly involving his strength and even how to counter their strength, but he still trained with them and many others in his army like his uncle Ser Brynden to get better at his swordsmen ship. 

Robb was interrupted from his thoughts when he realized that after his cousin’s series of heavy attacks, Brandon had gotten exhausted, and Robb immediately took advantage of it, with a flick of his training sword he disarmed his cousin causing his sword to fall out of his hands and in the dirt and Robb to quickly force the edge of his sword to his cousin’s neck.

“Yield cousin!” Robb had quickly ordered him

“I yield,” Brandon said causing him to lower his sword where he then immediately stormed off, with his face red from the anger and shame of being defeated yet again by his younger cousin. 

“Cousin-” He started before he was interrupted. 

“Ahhh let him leave young Robb he’s a sore loser. Now you Benjen do you want to try to avenge your little brother’s defeat?” Roderick Dustin asked his other cousin. 

Both he and Roderick told him that he should be more cautious before but he never listened to either of them. Robb never understood why, maybe it was because he was older than him, or maybe just because he was arrogant, but he always tried to fight as if he knew everything. 

As he was thinking he herald “Of Master Roderick, Robb prepare to get beaten.” Benjen had said.

Benjen would be a harder opponent for me, he was older and bigger than me, as his strength and height hadn’t reached his yet, however, Robb was still faster than him.

“In your positions, get ready, duel!” Roderick yelled out.

Robb had decided that he would be the first to strike now, as Benjen was usually weaker and had more stamina so he could fight for longer than myself, it’d be better for Robb to take him out first, as he was stronger than me, however, he was still faster than him, and as a result, he beat him using his speed, however unlike the previous match, this took a while longer. 

“Alright you two, lessons are over,” Roderick said, causing the both of us to leave after we congratulated each other for a good bout. Benjen was unlike his brother, as when he lost most of the time he wouldn’t whine about it. 

Once the lessons were over, Robb decided to visit Cannibal. So, he quickly went back to his personal chambers and got dressed in his own clothes, that being an embroidered silk grey tunic and pants both with the Stark sigil on them, and made sure that Grey Wind was following him before he left for the Winter City with a few guardsmen as an escort after he had asked his father who was busy in his office. 

Once Robb reached the cities he was met with crowds cheering and waving to him, the people of Winter City had loved House Stark as the city was kept in a prosperous state, food was plentiful throughout the city, and the Grey Coaks kept order in the city to ensure the safety of the people and the easy flow of trade throughout the city. 

Once we had reached the dragonpit, Robb had gone down to visit Cannibal. Robb had done this often, as along with his readings of dragon lore, along with his father, a dragon bond had to initially be strengthened by being in close proximity to the dragon, and because Robb had wanted to stay close to his dragon. Robb also brought Grey Wind with him, as Grey Wind and Cannibal had a sort of bond of their own as they got along, Cannibal even let Grey Wind get in his saddle, along with him, though Robb wasn’t allowed to fly yet as his father thought that he’d be too young to fly on his own. 

Once he reached Cannibal, Cannibal looked up and came to the edge of the bars, before he smiled and purred to me, as Robb reached out and rubbed his snout.  

“Skorkydoso glaesā valonqar?” (How are you, boy?) Robb asked him, causing him to smile more as he moved into his hand. It was as if he could hear him saying he was fine. 

The bond between us always managed to surprise me, the feeling of it is different from the bond he had with Grey Wind, though he also thought that he didn’t have complete mastery of his bond with Grey Wind in his last life, as he had only just began to realize it after Oxcross, though now he felt that his bond with Grey Wind was fully realized. 

Just at that moment Robb looked into Cannibal’s eyes and felt a powerful emotion flowing through him, though he couldn’t really describe it. However, he just knew that now was the time. 

Cannibal looked at him and he seemed to have the exact same thought. He then moved closer to him and lowered his body down. 

Robb then began to climb up Cannibal’s saddle with Grey Wind. Once the two had reached the top of it, Robb had put Grey Wind into the securely attached box that many other Starks used to ride with their wolves, before fully strapping himself in. His father had a maester come up with that design when he was able to ride with his direwolf. “I’d never not allow that feeling of flight to only be for myself, when I have both of my loyal companions with me, and I’ll have one ready for you and your sisters..” His father had told him a short while ago, and Robb had to agree with him. Unless it got too dangerous, he wouldn’t keep that feeling away from Grey Wind. 

Once he and Grey Wind were fully strapped in, Cannibal immediately started to move over to the launching area without even needing a command.

This caused many of the dragonkeepers around them to begin making protests immediately. 

“No young lord it’s too dangerous!” “Lord Robb you aren’t old enough yet!” “Young one not just yet, your father would be very wroth with you!” Were all just some of the things he heard from them, but he ignored them all the same. Robb knew that his time had come.

Once they reached the launching area, he looked at the nearest dragon keeper, and commanded “Open the gate now!” Robb needed to assure these men that he was not being a child and that they needed to listen to him now. Cannibal also sensed his want to ensure his will was followed, as at the same time he barred his teeth and began to open his mouth with a vicious growl.

This terrified the dragonkeeper, and he immediately complied by running over and pulling the levers in order to open up the gate. 

With the gate open, Cannibal proceeded to move on, and once he was ready, and in position he stopped. Robb instantly realized he was waiting for him to give the command to lift off and begin flight.

With his body filled with anticipation, he gave the command “Sōvegon Cannibal!” (Fly Cannibal) causing him to immediately jump up at least 20 ft in the air with his strong leg muscles.

Robb had expected the sudden jump, along with the lurch that had come from his stomach, he and his sister had both rode on their father’s dragon with him more times than he could count. However he didn’t expect that combined with the massive size difference between Cannibal and his father’s dragon Moonfyre, along with him not having his father to mitigate some of the pressure of the jump up, that the jump up to fly on Cannibal would be so hard. Robb was pushed back in the saddle so hard that he thought if he had never flown on a dragon before he would’ve gone flying off. 

Cannibal however must’ve felt what he was thinking, because immediately as he was thinking it, Robb could sense a form of amusement coming to him through their bond. It was almost as him Cannibal was telling him that this would be the price he had to pay in order to have one of the largest dragons in Westeros, though Robb felt that was more than fair. 

Once Robb left his thoughts behind, he felt nothing but the cold wind speeding up and whipping around his whole body, as they continued to ascend into the sky. The adrenaline in his body felt like it was multiplied by 10 times as much as it was when he flew with his father on Moonfyre. 

After a short while of Cannibal accelerating and flying up higher than Robb had even been with his father and sister on Moonfyre, they had reached far above the clouds. 

Robb then looked down at his side and Grey Wind in his box looking down at the world in amazement before he started howling out loud over Winterfell and Winter City, for while this was Grey Wind’s first time in the air.

As Grey Wind let out his howls, Cannibal had also decided to let out a loud roar that from what he could tell had shaken Winterfell, just like it did when he and his twin sister were firstborn. 

Robb himself could only laugh in excitement before he screamed “YESSSSS!!!!!”, and at that moment Cannibal let out a massive blast of his green dragonflame, which lit up and turned the entire sky a bright emerald green. 

Robb didn’t know how long he stayed in the air with Cannibal doing rolls, loops, and dives, however after what felt like too short of a time, Robb heard the massive ringing of the Winterfell’s bells, signaling him to return back home. 

Robb then commanded Cannibal “Ivestragī's jikagon lenton valonqar,” (Let's go home boy) and Cannibal made his way back to the dragonpit.

It was only after Cannibal had returned and landed, did a another important thought had also crossed his mind. He was now the youngest dragon rider, as before him, the youngest was Princess Rhaenyra who first rode her dragon Syrax at the age of seven, while he had flown his first solo flight alone on his far larger dragon at the age of five.

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110 AC

King’s Landing

Ser Otto Hightower

Small Council Chambers

“Your Grace, I urge you to take heed of your council, Prince Daemon is a threat, he has just declared himself the King of the Stepstones, he’s gaining a small taste of power, and his marriage to the Lady Laena Velaryon has already proven fruitful. She has already given him two daughters, and he is looking to establish a rival house of his own heirs, along with all of the bastards that his whore Mysaria “the White Worm” has given him. Along with his alliance with the ambitious Seasnake, they will try to move to supplant you.” The Hand of the King Ser Otto Hightower had told his friend Viserys, as he thought about how Viserys could not see this. Daemon’s ruthless ambition wouldn’t stop until he seized the Iron Throne. 

“Otto, I know my brother, and despite all of my, and YOUR misgivings with him, he would never betray me. Daemon doesn’t even have the temperament to be king. We’ll let him play and fight his war in the Stepstones, it’ll keep him out of trouble, keep him busy, and distract him for a time. He’ll have his time for his temper to cool off, from my marriage to Alicent and the births of our first children.” King Viserys responded back to him.

Viserys mentioning the births of his grandchildren made Otto immensely furious, how could his friend marry his only daughter, and refuse to grant their eldest son his birthright? He understood not making their eldest Heleana heir as she was a girl, but after Aegon was born he should've immediately known that the succession had changed, no king can simply change his heir, Otto thought he should've just let Daemon's "Heir for a Day" comment go unknown to Viserys.

Though even with Viserys' guilt, he knew that a king had to rule not with his heart, but with what was just and in line with tradition, Otto himself had helped educate him better following the death of his father Prince Baelon's. Viserys himself was voted into his position as king when the lords of the realm chose him to rule over them, but he would disrespect the very same lords that made him king, and even himself his oldest friend by refusing to acknowledge Prince Aegon as his rightful heir. However, Otto quickly silenced those thoughts as he heard the Master of Laws Lord Jasper Wylde speak.  

“Your grace no matter the intentions of Prince Daemon, perhaps we should look into making the realm stronger?” Lord Ironrod spoke up and asked. 

“Stronger you say Lord Jasper?” an exasperated Viserys asked. 

Otto then decided to speak up, he knew that Lord Jasper wasn’t the person who should say this to Viserys.

“Your Grace, your brother, and Lord Corlys have invaded the Stepstones of their own will, for nothing more than their own ambition and greed, and now with Daemon coronating himself as the King of the Stepstones, along with his already fruitful marriage to Laena Velaryon and the alliance with her father. While you yourself don’t even have a dragon mount of your own, the dragonriding houses have more dragons and riders than the crown, along with the fact that the named heir to the throne is a woman. Many both inside and outside of the realm could view this as a heavy sign of weakness.” Ser Otto told him. 

In his opinion, the crown has never been or looked so weak since the days of King Aenys. At any time they wanted, the Daemon with the Velayrons or even Starks could potentially launch an uprising though he thought the Starks were less of a potential, they had stayed out of politics since the Great Council, even though they did attempt to put forth their own claim to the throne in the Great Council. 

“Otto my brother is loyal, and this will be the last I hear of this. I more than understand your strong dislike for each other, but he would not betray me, and neither would Corlys, my cousin Rhaenys will help temper his ambition. As for the dragonriders, we and the Velayrons aren’t the only ones with dragons, do you think the Starks would merely sit back and allow another house or my brother to usurp my throne and place themselves on it, they would aid us? The Starks have always done their duty to the crown.” Viserys told them all, as he was looking around at them. 

Otto had thought that this was a very naive way of thinking and that Viserys had put far too much trust in his brother, the Velayrons, and the Starks, but before he was able to speak out Lord Lyman Beesbury did. 

“Your Grace, those northern tree worshippers wouldn’t have any reason to support you in any case, they’d be more likely to start their own rebellion than remain loyal to the crown. Remember they put themselves forward to try to become kings on their own. They were even close allies to King Maegor, they are not to be trusted, Your Grace.” Lord Beesbury said.

Otto immediately thought this tirade of his was insane, and fueled his sense of religious zeal and his personal prejudice.

“Lord Beesbury watch yourself, those trees were the same gods that our own ancestors once worshipped, and the Starks were the only kingdom to repel the Andal invaders, so their Gods must’ve protected them in some way. As for the Great Council, so many other houses with Targaryen blood in them, even Saera Targaryen’s children from Volantis did as well, and perhaps in you’re old age you’ve forgotten that the Starks currently have more dragons and riders than House Velayron and the Crown combined, and the Stark heir has just recently taken his first ride upon his own Cannibal who is the largest dragon with a rider. One would think you would…” Ser Otto said, however, he was cut off by Viserys before he could continue.

“Enough! Otto, you are correct, Lord Lyman please do watch yourself, our Northern bannermen and my own kin will be respected in this council.” The king has said, causing old lord Beesbury to look down in anger and shame. 

Otto wasn’t surprised at Beesbury’s dislike for the Northman and their gods was known throughout the council. Though Otto himself never understood it, as while he did worship The Seven and was knighted, he was also thought to respect the faith of his ancestors, and while the Hightowers currently worshipped the Seven, they had immense respect for the Old Gods, as it was worshippers of the Old Gods that had built their home, Brandon “The Builder” himself had constructed the Hightower himself. Otto also had a suspicion that his current dislike of them was also because he himself had tried and failed at courting Princess Vissera Targaryen, even though he was 40 with sons and heirs of his own, and then when he failed at that he even tried to have her betrothed to his sons. King Jaehaerys had almost thrown him off the council from what he had heard. 

“Your grace, however wroth and foolish that Beesbury’s tirade was just now, as much as I hate to admit it, he does present a point. The Starks are not tied to any of us, perhaps it would be wise to look for ways relationship strengthen between the crown and the Starks, and make any potential threats or appearance of weakness disappear.” Otto then said.

An idea began to form inside his head, he knew that Lord Stark had a young son who was only a little older than Princess Helaena. Otto decided this would be perfect, perhaps he could even use this to get Viserys to appoint Aegon as his acknowledged heir.  

“My lord hand, how exactly would you look to strengthen this relationship between us?” The new Master of Ships Ser Tyland Lannister asked. Otto wasn't at all surprised that he had spoken out, he had received word that his broth Lord Jason Lannister had instructed him to try to seek a betrothal with either Prince Aegon or Princess Helaena whenever he had a son, if Otto recalled correctly Lord Jason's wife Joanna Westerling had been having kids constantly, following the birth of Princess Helaena. 

“Princess Helaena is close to Lord Stark’s heir Robb, we can arrange a betrothal for the two of them, that would strengthen the relationship between us beyond measure, and assure them that even with the results of the Great Council, they are still in the crown’s thoughts Ser Tyland. We can even invite Lady Laena Velaryon and her daughters your own nieces here from Driftmark as well, your grace. Queen Alicent misses her dear friend Laena. Lady Laena can once again become her lady-of-waiting and her daughters Baela and Rhaena can both join Ser Tyland's daughter Lanna in being Princess Helaena’s handmaidens. It can be a friendship that continues down to the younger generation, Your Grace.” Otto replied back to not only Ser Tyland but also the rest. 

Otto thought this was a brilliant plan, not only could they gain alliance with the Starks, but by inviting Laena and her daughters, it would help temper any ambition of Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, however he didn’t know how exactly Daemon would react, but he thought that without Corlys as an ally he wouldn’t act, it would also prevent any legitimate sons from being born to Daemon with Lady Laena in the capitol. 

Otto then noticed Lord Beesbury was again angered and about to speak up, however, he then heard “Excellent suggestion Otto!” causing him to look towards Viserys.

“Ser Otto prepare a raven to Driftmark summoning Lady Laena and my nieces, along with a raven to Winterfell announcing that we will be traveling there on a moon, though leave out the betrothal suggestion I’d like to discuss this in person with my cousin Lord Rickon and prepare the court for the trip to Winterfell and Winter City. I’ve never been to progress to the North.” Viserys said with a happy smile on his face.

“Of course your grace, we’ll all be ready to go soon,” Otto told Viserys.

Viserys then ended the council meeting, and the council adjourned. As Otto left to send the orders and inform his daughter Alicent of the trip, he felt more than elated at his plan. In a single stroke, he had formed an alliance with the Starks, the most powerful and third richest house in the realm, this would do wonders for accelerating his grandson Aegon’s claim to the throne. The only thing left was for Rickon Stark to agree, and there was no reason for him to turn this betrothal down. 

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110 AC

Winterfell

Robb Stark

Winterfell Yard

When his father Rickon had told him that the royal court was visiting Winterfell, Robb had immediately felt despair. It brought up memories of King Robert’s visit to Winterfell and how everything had turned to shit after. He knew that there were no royal visits to Winterfell during Viserys’ reign, and Robb was worried about what the reason for this visit was. 

However, Robb did not panic after he was told of the visit. He knew that no possible wars were happening so soon the only war going on anywhere near the Seven Kingdoms was Prince Daemon’s war for the Stepstones. Robb was certain that no war would happen anytime soon, however, he couldn’t help but wonder what this visit was about. Ser Otto Hightower was the hand of the king, and he knew that when he was fired, he’d be replaced by Lord Lyonel Strong, so he couldn’t think of any reason for the king to visit, and not just the king but also all of his family as well. 

Robb’s attention was then caught by his father who snapped before saying. “Robb focus, be aware and look forward. Remember you are a Stark and my son, these may be the royals, but they are still just people, the only that separates us is a crown son.” a smile down at him before he added “You too Clarissa” to his sister.

Robb and Clarissa then both said “Yes father” simultaneously. Just then the welcoming bells signaled that the royals were entering the city, causing their father to say “Alright then let’s go wait for them.” causing us all to leave for the courtyard.

Once we got to the courtyard, he saw that everyone else was there already. His uncle Bennard and his wives Margarette Karstark, and Gillianne Glover, along with all their children his three sons, his eldest Benjen, second eldest Brandon, and youngest son Elric, then after they were all of Bennard’s daughters the eldest Sara Stark, and then her young twin sisters Lyarra and Lynarra. 

Both of Bennard's wives were very beautiful, however, Margarette Karstark looked more Stark in appearance with a long face, dark black hair, grey eyes, and a slender body, while Gillianne Glover had more of a round face, reddish-orange hair, a greyish-blue eye color, and a curvier body. While Bennard and Gilliane Glover’s daughters looked like a combination of both of them, the eldest Sara looked just like her mother, though she instead had the dark black hair of House Stark, while her younger twin sisters still had the appearance of their mother, however instead of having their mother’s hair, they had versions of burgundy hair with Lyarra having a darker burgundy air color, Lynarra having more of reddish burgundy hair color. 

(Margarette Karstark)

(Gilianne Glover) 

Shortly after Robb was in place, he heard three dragons roar out loud, causing him to look up. Once he managed to get a complete read on them, he noticed that one was the small yellow dragon that was the mount of Princess Rhaenrya Targaryen, and the other was the mount of Lady Laena Velayron, however, he had noticed that unlike in his timeline, her dragon wasn’t Vhagar but Silverwing, as he had saw the shimmering silver scales of it, and had heard it mentioned in the past, though he wondered why exactly that was the case. While the other was the red dragon of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Meleys “the Red Queen” part of him had always felt that was a fitting nickname for the mount for the woman that had been passed over as the realms queen. Regardless he had then saw them beginning to land in the city towards the dragonpit after they both made a quick circle around the castle and city. 

A short while later, he heard the signal to open the gate and let them into the city, causing him to look at the gate. 

First, came two members of the Kingsguard, before a large horsebound carriage followed by more men on horses including four kingsguard, and the rest of the baggage train. Once they all came to a stop, the Kingsguard dismounted first and took up positions to guard the royal family.

Then, an announcer quickly and loudly said. “Announcing his grace King Viserys, Targaryen, Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen!” 

Robb thought that was kind of unnecessary though, the only experience he had with royal visits was King Robert’s and he doubted that a fat king riding in before insulting the lord and then being insulted by that lord was normal, so ehhh. Though All the assembled court of Winterfell had knelt after the announcement, as bannermen did 

Once they all came out, they were all dressed in some of the finest and richest clothes he had ever seen, barring Cersei Lannister. King Viserys looked around, with a large smile on his face, while Queen Alicent had a smile as well however hers was a bit more subdued as she appeared to be in the very early stages of pregnancy, however, she did still appear relieved, probably because the movement of the carriage was over. However, Robb though he noticed that she also carried a toddler in her arms, Robb figured that had to be Prince Aegon, as he had heard that Helaena was born several years before Aegon was, which he had noticed was another deviation from his timeline. After the king and queen left the carriage, Princess Helaena was announced and she exited after Queen Alicent, who then took one of her hands in her daughters.

King Viserys had looked almost exactly as the books and drawings had described him, however, he looked younger, and while he did have somewhat of a belly to him, along with the typical Targaryen look. Robb thought that it was most likely just more of a bit of softness than the outright fat that King Robert would’ve had. 

Queen Alicent looked far more beautiful than he had learned from the books and drawings of her in his last life. Queen Alicent was an otherworldly beautiful woman with long silver-golden hair, large buxom breasts, a curvy body, fair skin, a heart-shaped face, and blue eyes. She wore a long green and gold jeweled fur dress, along with an emerald necklace, while she wore a golden crown with many jewels and diamonds on it with a large emerald in the center. Robb had honestly thought that Alicent was more beautiful than Queen Cersei had been during her visit to Winterfell.  

While the young Prince Aegon had looked almost exactly like his father, except him being a small child. However, Princess Helaena looked like a joining of both her mother and father, however, she did have more of the Targaryen look, but with a more heart-shaped face, and her body did not yet come into full womanhood, though he knew that she would grow into a woman that was just as if not more beautiful than her mother Alicent.

“Please all of you rise! Cousin, might I give you many thanks for welcoming us to your home, the journey here has been fascinating!” King Viserys told his father.

“Your Grace, Winterfell is yours, and it is our pleasure to play host to the King of the Seven Kingdoms, once more.” his father Rickon responded to the king. 

“It’s so good to see you again cousin it’s been so long since…” the words of the king continued as he and his father continued to converse about various things. 

While that was going on, Robb looked at the rest of the retinue. He saw a beautiful woman with the typical Valyrian features, with a more triangular face, but wearing a sea-green dress. She stood by and was talking with two twin girls who he assumed were of a similar age to Princess Helaena, and who both looked almost the same to her. Robb assumed that these were Lady Laena Velayron, and her daughters Baela and Rhaena. 

(Though with purple eyes)

After he had figured out who those were, he saw another woman who while older, was no less beautiful than Laena, though she did still have most of the Valyrian features and a similar look to Laena, her hair was a dark black with silver-blonde strands in it like his own, this made him realize that this woman had to be the Princess Rhaenys “The Queen Who Never Was”. Robb had always thought that she received quite a poor lot in life, she or rather her son losing in the Great Council in a landslide against King Viserys, having a husband that she loved and she thought loved her secretly had two bastards who he only exposed after her death, (he knew that there was no way they could’ve been Laenor’s children as he was attracted to men and not women and that they couldn't be his sons when Rhaenyra’s sons she passed off as his were Harwin Strong’s and didn’t have a single look of House Velayron) and dying in a war that in his opinion never should’ve happened because King Viserys wasn’t willing to do the thing that every other king in his position would’ve done and acknowledge his eldest sons as his heir.

(Though with purple eyes)

Though Robb was glad he didn’t, because if he did who is to say that the Targaryens wouldn’t have had them by the time the Mad King came to power, the Mad Aerys would’ve burned everything in his sight. 

Regardless, once Robb got over his thoughts, he immediately heard, “Ahhhh you must be the young lord Robb? Congratulations on you’re first flight on Cannibal, ahhh it makes me remember when I flew Balerion!”

Robb looked back ahead of him and saw that Viserys had finished talking with his father, moved over to him, and spoke. 

Robb quickly smiled and replied “Yes, your grace, welcome to Winterfell, and thank you.” he decided that he would just be cordial, just as he did when King Robert, was cordial with King Viserys.

“Ahhh the joys of youth!” Viserys told with a large smile on his face before he continued with the greetings for the rest of his family. 

As Viserys greeted everyone else, Robb himself went back to looking at the rest of his retinue, up until it came time for the next greetings. First, it was Queen Alicent with Prince Aegon, the Queen had an exhausted look on her face, however she had a polite smile on her face still as she greeted him and the rest of the Winterfell court. Next, it was Viserys’ first child Princess Rhaenyra, who seemed to not necessarily want to be here as she had a rather disconnected look on her face, and then it was Princess Helaena. Princess Helaena had a much happier look across her face as she had a large smile all over her face, and the fact that her tone of voice was far happier, though he noticed that as spoke to him, she had a large bright red blush on her face before continuing with her greetings. 

(With purple eyes)

Robb then realized that he was now two for three at making princesses blush when he first met them in Winterfell, as he remembered how Myrcella had been and how she had a massive liking for him. It brought Robb’s mind back to when he had found Myrcella alone crying in the hall after his sister’s betrothal to that bastard cunt Joffrey had been announced, and when he had gone over to see what was wrong with her, she had quickly attacked him with a deep kiss before she began grinding up on him. Robb had almost lost himself and taken her right there in the hall, but he remembered how his father would’ve been disappointed in him and the consequences of it. Though now he thought of what would’ve happened if he had taken her, he now realized that there was a higher chance of Robert simply betrothing him and her together as well. However, Robb knew there was no point in dwelling on the past, so he continued with the rest of the greetings.

Robb had then greeted Lord Hand Otto Hightower, Lady Laena, and her daughters Baela and Rhaena along with Princess Rhaenys. Once the greetings were finished, the court quickly left apart, with their royal guests being escorted to the guests' apartments of the castle. 

Though Robb himself had decided that he’d go on another flight on Cannibal, he wasn’t tired, had no lessons, and what was a better way to spend some free time than with his dragon and direwolf? 

“ Grey c'mon let’s go ride Cannibal” He quickly told Grey Wind who then ran in a quick circle around him, before falling in behind him and following him.