What if Robb Stark Married Daenerys Targaryen

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What if Robb Stark Married Daenerys Targaryen Part 2: https://youtu.be/ZnOsyLvLxlo Discord: https://discord.gg/JrnveaZV7w YT: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqgxDiDY7acinQsecPKYlHw/join Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters @bobablackfly602 What if Robb Stark Married Daenerys Targaryen? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video. If this video gets 4,000 likes, we’ll release part 2. Braavos, years before the War of the Five Kings. Ser Willem Darry lay dying in a bed too small for his once-powerful frame, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The sickness had taken root months ago, and now it consumed him like fire through dry timber. But it wasn't his own death that troubled him; it was the fate of the two silver-haired children sleeping in the next room. By candlelight, he read the letter one more time, his hands trembling. The words were careful, measured, but genuine. Eddard Stark—the man whose best friend had overthrown House Targaryen—had responded to his secret plea. The letter before him read: Ned Stark: "Ser Willem, I understand the burden you carry. The innocent should not suffer for the sins of their fathers. The children deserve protection. However, the realm is not ready for such an alliance. Robert's hatred runs deep, and my family's safety must be my priority. Perhaps in time, when wounds have healed and the children are grown. Keep them safe. Keep them hidden. - Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell" Willem smiled sadly. It wasn't the alliance he'd hoped for, but it was something more valuable: proof that not all men in Westeros wanted Targaryen children dead. Proof that honor still existed in the world. He pulled out parchment and wrote his final letter, his handwriting growing shakier with each word. Wilhem: "Lord Stark, I thank you for your understanding and your discretion. I go to my grave knowing that somewhere in Westeros, there remains a man who sees children as children, not as threats. Should our paths cross in better times, know that House Targaryen remembers kindness. - Ser Willem Darry" He sealed it, addressed it, and tucked it away with the rest of their correspondence—hidden among Daenerys's belongings where she might one day find them. Then Ser Willem Darry closed his eyes and never opened them again. Years later, in a modest house in Pentos, Daenerys Targaryen packed her meager belongings with trembling hands. Tomorrow she would be wed to Khal Drogo, a Dothraki warlord she'd never met. Her brother Viserys had arranged it all, selling her like a broodmare to buy himself an army. She moved through Ser Willem's old trunk, the one possession they'd managed to keep from Braavos. Inside were faded tapestries bearing the three-headed dragon, a few books, and at the bottom, wrapped in oilcloth, a bundle of letters. Curiosity overcame her grief. She unwrapped them carefully and began to read. Her hands started shaking halfway through the first letter. Eddard Stark. The Usurper's Dog. The man who had helped Robert Baratheon destroy her family. Except... these letters didn't read like they were written by a monster. She devoured them one after another, her eyes widening with each revelation. Ser Willem had reached out about a marriage alliance—between her and the Stark heir, Robb. Lord Stark had responded with understanding, with sympathy, with regret that the time wasn't right. Daenerys: "H-He.. wanted us to be protected..." The realization hit her like a physical blow. Everything Viserys had told her about the Starks being their enemies, about all of Westeros hating them—it wasn't entirely true. At least one man had seen them as children worth protecting. She looked at the final letter, written in Ser Willem's shaking hand just before his death. Tears blurred her vision as she read his hope that perhaps, someday, the paths of dragon and wolf might cross in better times. She carefully tucked the letters into her own belongings. Tomorrow she would marry Drogo. But someday, somehow, she would remember this. The Starks weren't her enemies. Winterfell, weeks later. Snow fell gently outside the Lord's solar as Eddard Stark sat across from his eldest son, Robb. The young man, barely past his seventeenth nameday, looked so much like his mother with those Tully features, but he had the Stark determination in his eyes. Ned: "Robert wants me to go south. To be his Hand." Robb: "That's a great honor, Father." Ned: "It's a burden I don't want. But I can't refuse him. He's my oldest friend, and he needs me." He poured them both wine, a rare gesture that told Robb this was a conversation between men, not father and son. #gameofthrones #gameofthroneswhatif #whatif