Thread: A Dragon Queen and Wolf King (Myself and Fantasy)

He had to go over in his head what houses were in the Stormlands before he remembered which one of them were lions, his schooling as a young boy returned to him and he recited the knowledge that had appeared on many tests given to him Of House Grandison of Grandview? I had heard rumors you switched from Stannis's side to the Lannisters, I'm guessing with your presence here it wasn't by choice. Are you perhaps a granddaughter of Greybeard? He asked before realizing his rudeness and speaking to correct it. Forgive me, I am Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King of the North and the Trident, what may call you Lady Grandison? He didn't really hold any grudges to her house, he had yet to see their banners in battle against him, though that was mainly because the last time he had fought Stannis's men was before even Renly died and they had been in league with him at the time. So instead of vengeance his thoughts wondered to what he could get from her family for her safe return, perhaps their loyalty for his kindness of not killing her-basically what the Lannisters had had planned. That was the thing about this game among noble houses, everyone in it had a price, whether that was men, supplies or something precious and a woman of the main branch fetched a lot and if he was going to win this war he needed that. She is not just some Lady, boy Lord Sunglass barked. She is the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Princess of Pentos, Queen of Qarth, Titaness of Bravos, Empress of Essos, Conqueror of the Free Cities, Breaker of Chains, Slayer of Lies, Mysha of Mereen and Mother of many Dragons. She is the Uburnt Ruler of all from the shores of the Narrow to the Poison Sea, Heiress to Dragonstone, True Queen of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. She is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, first of her name, and of the blood of old Valyria and you will refer to her with higher status than Lady. That will be enough, Lord Sunglass, he meant no harm in his words Daenerys finally interrupted. Her followers could go on forever with tittles that had been bestowed upon her during her Conquest in Essos and she grew more impatient of them the more they grew in number. Jon Snow? You don't happen to be the... I hate the title but... bastard of Eddard Stark, do you? I ask because I am sending word of an alliance to Robb Stark like I have done to many Noble Houses of Westeros and it would be an unhealthy first impression to be the one to execute his half-brother. So if you are in fact that Jon Snow, than instead of executing you I would offer you a place among my army as I take back my kingdoms and expand my empire. If you are that Jon Snow I would have you swear your sword and life to me like you one day did for the Night's Watch. Though I hope your allegiance to me isn't as fragile as it was to The Wall She detested the title of Bastard, it somehow meant they weren't of good enough blood to be claimed as the son of their noble parents. If the Lords of Westeros didn't feel keen on accepting their sons and daughters out of wedlock than they should keep their pricks in their pants and go around breeding with women they weren't married to. It was one of those topics, like slavery was in Essos, that she wasn't found of seeing in practice.