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Chapter Twenty-Two: Preparing and Visiting.

Standing beside Robb as they waited for Daenerys to arrive, Sanira wasn't sure what to make of the show that the Targaryen had put on for her arrival North; many had come to witness the arrival of the foreign Queen. There was no cheering or excitement, a tension lingered and there was no denying that this visit was far from welcomed by the populace.

Glancing down the line that was to her right, Sanira offered a smile to Catelyn and Sansa who stood there; no one could deny that there was much at stake here with Daenerys arriving. Many lords and ladies had come to Winterfell, if the foreign Queen thought bringing an army would scare them then she was in for a surprise; the might of the North was here to show their loyalty to their King and Queen.

Grey Wind lingered by Karlon and Osric, who were close to their parents; he was protective of them and Sanira was grateful to that especially in the case that things went wrong. They didn't have to wait long before Daenerys arrived with Jorah Mormont at her side; she held her head high as she slowed her horse down and looked at the gathering.

She couldn't deny that the fact that people did nothing but glare and stare at her made her feel rather unwelcome; she had been warned not to expect a welcome but that made her far more uneasy that arriving South had. The people had not whispered and only seemed to watch her and her army as she passed; it was rather disheartening that this was how she was welcomed.

The sudden screeching of her dragons made her smile as people moved to look at them; she heard the whispers of fright and panic as people took in her dragons and she felt more confident as she held her head high. Sanira could only stare at Daenerys, a small frown forming on her face at the sound of her dragons and the fright that they had caused by flying over Winterfell; there was no denying just what Daenerys expected to happen. Climbing down from her horse, Daenerys didn't even look to a nervous looking Jorah as she focused on the Starks; none bowing down to her nor did the people that gathered to greet her.

"Presenting Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons," Missandei announced climbing down from her own horse.

Grey Worm at her side as they took in the unfriendly welcome that their Queen was receiving; it was starting to worry them just how unwelcome she was being greeted. The Southern King had been a wonderful host but it was clear that he had no intentions to relinquish his throne to Daenerys nor that the people wanted her as their Queen. It was not as Daenerys had said it would be, she had claimed that the people would clamber to their rightful Queen after all they had been through.

"Thank you for welcoming us into your home, the North is as beautiful as Jorah had claimed," Daenerys said a smile firming fixed onto her face as she approached Robb. He was no older than she was and she was surprised that someone so young had been elected a King by his people; it unnerved her slightly since she didn't know what to make of him.

"Welcome to Winterfell," Robb replied causing a stiff look to fill Daenerys face, this was not such a greeting that she had expected but she let it slide knowing that there would be time later to discuss him relinquishing his throne to her.

"May I introduce my wife, Queen Sanira," Robb continued, he didn't allow the look that she had given to his greeting and he had no intentions of amending it; she might have been a Queen but she was not his sovereign no matter how much she wished so. Holding back the frown that was forming on her face, Daenerys turned to look at Sanira; a lump forming in her throat as her eyes caught on the bump that the woman carried. She would never have children of her own thanks to what the witch had done; she was cursed but it mattered not her dragons where her children now.

"I trust your journey was a good one, Your Grace. The roads can be rather difficult in Winter," Sanira said politely, she was doubtful that Daenerys had ever experienced weather quite like this across the sea. From what she had heard of the places that she had lived, they were rather warm in climate rather like Dorne; a complete opposite to what they had here.

"It was enlightening," Daenerys stated simply, she had never experience cold like this before and was grateful that Jorah had insisted that she have furs with her. She doubted that she would have handled the trip well without them, her army had struggled on their way to Winterfell under prepared for such cold weather and the snow.

"Allow me to introduce our sons, Prince Karlon and Prince Osric," Sanira said signalling for the two boys, she smiled down at them hoping that they would be both as well behaved as she had raised them to be. Daenerys looked down at the two boys, a weak smile on her face as she greeted them; they looked like their father and she wondered how her own son would have looked had he lived.

"It's wonderful to meet you both," Daenerys whispered, their presence created a problem that she had not considered while she had meet Stannis's daughter; she hadn't saw her as much as a threat. Two healthy sons and a possible third on the way meant that a North had a healthy line of succession; something that meant they'd were less likely to bow down to what she desired.

"I told you. The Northerners aren't very welcoming to strangers. You're more likely to get the Southern Kings to bend the knee than this one," Jorah told her, they were stood in the rooms that she had been gifted for her stay. They were nothing like the ones that she held when she have visited King's Landing, the place was so dark and dull with everything outside being covered in snow. Daenerys didn't respond, she instead looked around the room not sure what to make of the place that she had come to; she'd asked Jorah all sorts of questions but this certainly wasn't how she had pictured it.

"The Iron Throne is mine by birth right. My father was the last rightful King before he was murdered and the Usurper took his place," Daenerys replied firmly, she was not just going to give up her birth right because of some stubborn men. It had been her that had freed the slaves across the sea and it had been her that had taken Meereen, she would do the same here and the people would love her just the same.

"The Northerners didn't like your father. He burned the Late Lord Rickard and his eldest son. He burned many people and they have not forgotten nor forgiven what happened to them or what your brother did to Lyanna Stark," Jorah explained trying to make her understand. No matter her intentions, the Northerners would not forget what had happened because of her family; it didn't matter that she claimed to be different.

Daenerys frowned at his words, she was nothing like her father and if they couldn't understand that then she'd have to find another way to make them see that.

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