"The Gods rule us still, they have come down from the sky and they are no longer kind....let it be. They will bow anyway"
"Them whom the gods love, die young"
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Maegal was sitting on her ancestors throne, Herastus served as lord commander of the Queen's guard while the Hand of the Queen was prince Doran of House Martell. Finally surrounded by family and people she could trust she felt safe and powerful. But she couldn't help but feel exposed, she felt like everyone knew about her baby, truth is none knew. None except her and the maister....she looked at Lord Tarly who bowed and offered his sword and loyalty to the crown. She nodded and grinned
"My lord, our families have always had the best of relationships. May that be continued in the centuries to come" she said and he nodded
"It may your grace" he said and went to the side with a small bow
"If that's all I shall speak with my advisors at my tower" she said softly and dismissed everyone.
Herastus walked close to her and escorted her to the room. They were the only people there yet. He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes
"What's wrong?" He asked and sighed while looking down
"I am pregnant" she said and looked at him, he froze in place and looked into her eyes he sighed
"When? Whose is it?" He asked shocked
"Whose do you think? Robb's... it's already three months old Herastus what am I gonna do?" She asked and sighed as she sat on a chair
"You will marry someone....the sooner the better. Come on, many have asked for your hand in marriage" he said and sighed as he sat opposite from her looking into her eyes "I am here, with you....whatever it happens" he said
"I don't want them Herastus...." she said and looked into his eyes
"It's Loras, he is kind and all and he won't be very needy in bed if you get what I mean. Then we have Euron Greyjoy but I don't like him and the son of the Tarly lord who looks fine....and then we have Jon" he said and sighed
"Jon is also a bastard" she said and looked at him
"Not if you make him a lord" he said and smirked
"Lord of what? Robb already holds the North and Winterfell" she said
"Exactly, Robb has Winterfell, The Tyrells have Highgarden, Lannisters Casterly Rock but....who holds Dragonstone?" He asked and smirked
She thought about it, he was right. None ruled Dragonstone, not now that her dragons were there. It was empty.
"I will send an ambassador North" Herastus said and she took his hand before she nodded.
Then the council walked inside the room. Everyone. Her uncle was holding a piece of paper. She frowned at first.
"Your grace, it appears that the North has a request from us. Robb of house Stark swore loyalty to house Targaryen and to you as queen of the seven kingdoms....now they want us to march North with our army to defeat an army of dead people" he said and shook his head in disbelief
