I don't own anything. This is just something for fun, so don't take it too seriously. It will be a Stark wank and perhaps even crack fic, but probably mostly fluff. English is my third language so be gentle.

It's been a year since the war has ended. Two years since he kneeled before Daenerys and lost his crown. There are many things that he regrets but that was not one of them. Without the dragons, the war against the Others would have been lost. Maester Luwin had just brought him a letter from the Citadel. The Winter was over. Shouts from outside interrupted his musings. He went to the window and watched as the dragon queen landed in the courtyard. This can't be good, he thought as he ran outside.

By the time he arrived, her dragons were already in the sky again. She just stood there and smiled at him.

"Your Grace, welcome to Winterfell." Robb said as he kneeled before her.

"Rise, lord Stark." She commanded in that melodic voice.

Robb noticed the crowd that has gathered around them and watched the curiously. He decided that it would be better to deal with this, whatever it was, behind the closed doors.

"Winterfell is yours, my queen. Would you like to go inside?" He asked and she just nodded.

They walked in silence to his study. Robb tried to think of a reason for the queens visit but nothing came to mind. Once inside his study, he offered her some wine which she accepted

"Your Grace, I'm happy to have you here but is there a reason for this unannounced visit," he finally asked.

"Can't a queen just visit her warden of the North? Must there be a reason for everything?" Daenerys countered with a playful smile.

"She can, but they usually don't. I doubt you made this journey without a reason."

She put down her wine and her expression turned serious.

"What if I told you that I came here to find a husband?"

His was either drunk or his hearing had gone bad.

"Every queen needs a king. Why are you so surprised?" She asked and he thought of thousand reasons, but held his tongue.

"You are Danerys Targaeryen. If there ever was a queen that didn't need a king it would be you. However, I'm more surprised that you came here to look for him," Robb explained.

"I came here because you are the only man that knows what it means to be a king. You were a king but you knelt to save your people. Every other man in Westeros wants to be my king, you don't."

For a moment she looked sad but soon she continued.

"I don't need a king to rule for me, but I do need a heir." She finished.

"Do I have a choice?" Robb asked, knowing that she didn't liked being denied.

Daenerys smiled at him.

"I will not force you. The kingdoms are finally at peace, but it is a fragile peace. I cannot always rely on my dragons. We need to unite the kingdoms and the best way to do that is a marriage."

He knew that she was right. There were still many who held grudges from the last war, there were even some of his lords that still weren't happy with him bending the knee. They wouldn't be happy if he declined the queens offer.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" He wanted to consult with his family and advisors.

"Yes, but just to make it clear, you would be a consort. I will not give you the throne."

He had expected that. That was fine by him, he didn't want to sit in that ugly thing anyway, so he just nodded.

"There is one more thing, you need to know," the queen started somewhat whispering, "I cannot have children."

This was it, he thought. The Mother of dragons was mad. There was no other explanation. The only person who could control the dragons was mad and they were at her mercy. As if she could read his mind, Daenerys started laughing.

"I'm not mad, Robb. I'm barren."

"Forgive me, my queen but what is the point of our marriage then." Of course the mad people didn't thought they were mad.

"If you agree, then we will take another wife and she will give you children and me an heir." She said it, like it was the most normal thing."

Maybe he should run to the Wall, Jon could always use another sword. He tried to find a way out this, "I'm not sure how the Faith will see this."

"The High Septon will do as I say, besides we saved the world from the dead. The people won't care."

Somehow he had a feeling that she was much better prepared for this conversation then him. It wasn't a small matter and she had probably looked at it from every angle. She had probably discussed it with her advisors too.

"And whom would we marry?" Was he really about to do this? Did he have choice?

"There are few possibilities and I will consider your opinion. We can't have you spending every night in my bed, now can we?" The smile she she gave him was beautiful and terrifying at same time.

Robb just nodded. It seemed like they both knew that he was going to accept it.

"Take your time and consider my offer. In the meantime, I would be grateful for a bath and some new clothes," the queen finished.

"Of course, your grace." They stood up and went to the door. He heard some commotion on the other side and cursed internally. Whe he opened the door, he saw the hall was full of people. Guards, most of his advisors and his familly were there standing and waiting for someone to say something. It was his mother that broke the silence.

"Your Grace, welcome to Winterfell," she said as she courtisized and soon everyone followed.

"Sansa, would you show the queen to the guestchambers and see that she has everything she needs." Hsis sister just nodded and led the queen down the hall.

The moment they turned around the corner, hundreds of questions were thrown at him.

"Why is she here?...What happened?...Are you going to war? ...What does she wants?"

"Enough!" He shouted. "Come inside and I will explain everything."

The hall was empty in a moment, only the guards stayed outside. Before they could assault him again, Robb raised his hand.

"First, I'm not going to war and nothing bad has happened. There is no need to worry. The queen just wanted to discuss...something." This was not going to be easy.

They were all relieved to hear it. But his mother didn't quite believe him.

"I'm glad to hear that, but something did happen. A queen flew on her dragon here. What did you discuss?"

He had planned to take some time and think about it and then discuss it with his family, but now that seem impossible.

"She wanted to talk about a marriage," he started but the mortified look on his mother's and Arya's face confused him.

"Sansa's marriage to the imp was annulled, he cannot have her back!" His mother screamed, while Arya threatened, "You can't sell us to the south, I don't care about her dragons."

"She wants to marry me," he interrupted before they could argue more. That definitely worked. They all looked at him strangely.

"Why?" Arya asked. "Why you?" She asked again.

"Because she needs an heir and because I'm probably the only man who hasn't courted her. She sees it as a proof that I won't try to steal her throne from her?" There was that silence again.

"What will you do?" His mother asked.

"What can I do?" He countered.

"You can say no," she answered immediately.

"My lady, I fear it is not that simple." Maester Luwin stated. "The queen probably sees it as honoring the lord. She could take it as a slight, if he denies her".

While his mother glared at the maester, Blackfish voiced his thoughts.

"Even if she doesn't, she still has to marry someone. She could marry someone who isn't fond of you. I could think of a few men, who you wouldn't want to be whispering in queens ears."

Robb nodded at the old knight. He could think of a few men too. Robb looked at ser Rodrik for advice.

"My lord, you knelt to end the war in the south and fight the wildlings and the Others. Your people understood that but I fear they will not understand you refusing a crown. This could could cause trouble."

You mean Greatjon might just kick my arse, Robb thought. The problem was Greatjon wasn't alone. There were other lords who still dreamed of independence and this just might put those dreams to rest.

"I don't trust her, Robb. This could be a plot to get you south, far away from your bannerman." His mother argued.

"She could've just summoned me to her, if she wanted that." Robb tried to calm his mother. "She is capable of great violence but she doesn't like it. If she wanted me dead, then there are easier ways than this."

"So you will agree to this? What about Winterfell?" Catelyn asked.

"My second son will inherit Winterfell," he had almost said our son, "maester Luwin has confirmed that Bran can have children and there is also Rickon. The inheritance of Winterfell will not be put in danger." It was just going to be a nightmare, he thought.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Robb." His mother said sounding defeated.

"There is one more thing," let's see how they react to this, "the queen is barren."

"WHAT?" Everyone shouted at the same time.

"This is your way out, Robb." He had never thought to see his mother happy about something like that.

"She plans for us to marry another lady, who will give us children." Robb explained.

"WHAT?" Now they were just repeating themselves.

"I didn't ask for details but I doubt she would come to me with this proposal, if she hadn't thought it trough." All this was starting to give him a headache.

"What does it matter? Westeros needs an heir, and if we don't want another war then this is the only way." If Daenerys dies without an heir, there will be war. There is no other way. Better me then someone else. I need to talk to Bran and Jon, even with an heir there was still the issue of dragons. I have to learn everything about warging.

He rubbed his forehead. Yes, definitely a headache. In the end Sansa was right, the game never stops. I cannot stay out of it forever.

"Can any of you give me good reason to deny the queen?" He asked knowing the answer.

When none answered. He decided that it was settled.

"Good. Mother, I trust you can arrange a small feast in queens honor for tonight. Maester Luwin send ravens and summon my lords, I need to tell them this in person. Uncle, I want the guards doubled. Nothing can happen while the queen is here." He gave the orders and dismissed everyone.

Before they left he gave one lost command.

"You will not discuss this with anyone else. Until I say otherwise, none of you know why the queen is here."

Father what would you have done, Robb wondered after everyone left his study.

Whom will Robb and Dany choose?

The candidates are:

Margaery

Arianne

Asha

Ysilla Royce (unmarried in this TL)

Desmera Redwyne

Val

Or someone else.

I'm open to suggestions.