Author's Note: Welcome, welcome! This is the second episode of my 'A Time for Wolves' series, the first of which is called Robb Stark, First of his Name. This story is a direct sequel and follow Robb Stark establishing his reign as King of Westeros. Hope you enjoy! :)

Robb Stark, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm was mounted atop a new shimmering grey destrier as he made his way through King's Landing towards the Red Keep. His betrothed, the Princess-Consort Margaery of the House Tyrell rode beside him as the citizens of King's Landing, held back by soldiers of House Tarly and House Tyrell, cheered wildly for their hero king and the Lady Margaery who had been a champion for the smallfolk through the devastation they faced, earning her their love.

"You've been busy, my lady." Robb smiled to her as the royal party rode up The Hook to Aegon's High Hill from the River Gate where the Fury had docked.

"In your name, my love. You named me Princess-Consort. King's Landing needed us." She said back to him, looking back at Robb with as much longing as he looked at her with.

"Volantene and Pentoshi city planners? That must have cost an arm and a leg."

"Paid for by House Tyrell, fear not." She smiled, as the Red Keep came ever closer.

"I didn't my lady. What I do fear is not marrying you soon enough. How do you feel about trading the title of Princess for the title of Queen?" Robb grinned at her. Margaery flushed, looking at Robb.

"Are you certain?"

"We have much to talk about. But right now, I want preparations for our wedding to begin with all haste." Robb smiled, before finally he approached the gates of the Red Keep which were drawn up. Direwolf banners hung from the turrets as Robb rode into the courtyard.

"How much has been done while I was away?" Robb inquired to Margaery as he helped her off her horse and walked into the castle hand-in-hand with his betrothed.

"Mostly relief efforts from the fire. The prisoners have been filling the cells and we run out of room. Lords arrive by the hour to pledge you fealty, even those who just left you from Winterfell. They wish for a place in court. The city planners and builders are yet a fortnight away, but I have had your men clear the dead away and the ashes and ruins in preparation. Lord Tarly has ruled as Governor, I have spoken with your voice. Tyrion Lannister ever wishes an audience with you." Margaery informed her King as the two walked into the Throne Room, which was half-filled with noble lords.

"The Martells arrived soon after you left and have stayed here awaiting you and the Lannisters for months now. Prince Oberyn grows restless." Margaery sighed, squeezing Robb's hand.

"Also a man from the Iron Bank has arrived, his name is Tycho Nestoris, and I have been hosting him for almost a fortnight. He wishes to discuss the Iron Throne's repayments to the Bank." Margaery said, a touch of fear in his voice that Robb tried to vanquish by putting his arm around her.

"Aye. My love, I wish to see you in my chambers after this farce. We have much to discuss. But first…it seems I must hold court for the first time." Robb sighed to her, before pecking Margaery on the lips. Robb turned, looking ever regal as he walked the length of the Throne Room to the Iron Throne. The lords and ladies gathered kneeled as Robb's family and friends entered. The King himself climbed the long steps of the Iron Throne to take a seat, before he sighed.

"Rise and take audience, my lords and ladies." Robb called, his kingly voice echoing around the room

"Today is the eighth day of the first month of the 300th year after Aegon's Conquest, it is befitting that a new age for Westeros begin so early in the year. Today I will begin the long task of rewarding and punishing Houses from the war, I will name a Household for my House of Stark of King's Landing, and I will also appoint a number of persons to my Small Council and my Kingsguard. I ask for silence in the court as these proceedings go on." Robb called, bringing silence across the room as Robb's family filtered in.

"I firstly name my brother, Brandon, the new Lord of Winterfell and the Lord Paramount of the North. I also name him my heir, until a son is born to me." Robb said, glancing to Margaery who smiled back at up him with a wink.

"In the North, I legitimized my half-brother Jon Snow as Jon Stark, and named him Warden of the North until my brother Rickon is of maturity. Lord Jon Stark, Warden of the North, come before the Iron Throne." Robb called, grasping the pommel of a greatsword as he leaned forward on the uncomfortable throne.

Jon, who stood with his hand in Ygritte's, exchanged a look with her and Arya Stark, before marching from the back of the Throne Room to kneel before the Iron Throne.

"Your Grace. I have pledged you my service until the end of the days, ask of me anything." Jon repeated his vow, before the lords of the realm.

"I ask you to rise, Jon Stark, and serve as my Hand of the King, My brother, who I grew up with, my stalwart friend…there is no one I can trust more in this realm than you. I ask of you to accept this role, and assist me in rebuilding the Seven Kingdoms and preparing us for what is to come." Robb called, causing great murmuring across the hall that Jon silenced with his answer.

"I…I am deeply honored, my King…but surely-."

"Surely you must accept, Lord Jon Stark." Robb pressed, causing Jon to sigh, before bowing his head.

"I will serve you to the best of my ability, Your Grace." Jon promised, raising his head ot hold Robb's gaze.

"I know you will. Take your place by my side, my Lord Hand. Lord Varys, please present Lord Stark with the Hand's badge of office." Robb called, to the bald eunuch who hovered near the front of court. Varys tittered and smiled, before shuffling forward silent to hand Jon the golden badge of the Hand, that Jon fastened to the breast of his black leather doublet before moving to stand on the right side of the platform beside the Iron Throne.

"Lord Varys, please stay before the Throne." Robb commanded as the Spider tried to shuffle off.

"You have served me well since I took King's Landing. There has never been a finer Master of Whisperers. I offer you your old position on my Small Council, and I urge you to accept." Robb said, leaning on the right side of the throne to hold Varys's gaze.

"I am deeply honored, my King. I of course accept at once." Varys tittered, bowing deeply several times before moving to take the Master of Whisperer's seat by the Iron Throne.

"Ser Davos Seaworth! Step forth and kneel." Robb called of the Onion Knight who strode forward through the crowd who judged him heavily to kneel before Robb without a care.

"I name you Master of Laws on my Small Council. As a man who broke many of them in his youth, I am sure you will come up with creative and effective ways to enforce them." Robb said with a wry smile that Davos returned before bowing his head deeply.

"You honor me, Your Grace. I accept and thank you." Davos said, bowing once more before rising to uncertainly take the seat of the Master of Laws.

"Tyrion Lannister, come forth." Robb called, causing some gasps in the crowd as the Imp walked forth, his face half scarred from the attack by his sister.

"Tyrion of the House Lannister. Every member of your House is accused of treason, but I believe that you can be of value. Kneel before me. Swear me your service." Robb ordered of the dwarf, who stared up at Robb for a moment before he kneeled before the Iron Throne.

"I, Tyrion of the House Lannister, swear my faith to you, King Robb, first your name. I swear you my loyalty, and I swear you my service until the end of my days." Tyrion said, his words carrying across the hall despite his small stature.

"I name you Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West…and I ask you to serve on my Small Council as Master of Coin." Tyrion looked up in shock as did most of the court, Tyrion gaped for a moment before rising.

"Well, I suppose since its most of my money that's being seized, I should oversee it somewhat." Tyrion quipped to some laughs around the hal..

"I agree." Robb grinned. "Send word to Lady Maege Mormont to relinquish the castle for my own soldiers to transport the seized gold and jewels to the Royal Treasury at once." Tyrion nodded, rising to climb up the steps and take his seat as Master of Coin.

"Ser Loras Tyrell, I ask you to step forward." Robb called of the Knight of Flowers who walked forward boldly to kneel before the Iron Throne.

"My sword and my life are yours, Your Grace!" Loras called, causing Robb to nod and smile briefly.

"Good. Then I ask you to dedicate your sword to my Kingsguard as Lord Commander. Stand before me now as my my sworn sword, and trade in your armor in the White Sword Tower after court had ended today." Robb commanded of the man who would be his brother-by-law. Loras looked deeply honored as he stood at once to stand in the Lord Commander's position before the Iron Throne.

"As a reward for their loyal service during the War of the Five Kings, I raise the masterly Houses of Glover and Tallhart to lordly status, and bestow upon both Houses a reward of six thousand golden dragons each, seized from the rebelling and traitorous Western Houses. I reward House Manderly of White Harbor one million silver moons seized from the mines of Sarsfield, I instruct them to expand their fleet and the city of White Harbor." Robb's orders carried on like this for much of the day.

"The gold and jewels seized from Casterly and Castemere will be used first and foremost to repay the loans to the Iron Bank, which I believe number somewhere near seven million golden dragons. The debt is great, and we will begin instant negotiations to relieve our country of this great burden." Robb declared, earning a cheer from the people in the Throne Room.

"Lastly for today, I announce that my wedding to Margaery Tyrell will take place within the fortnight. The journey has been long, and my bones are weary. I adjourn court for today, and invite you all to join me again the morrow where I shall finish naming my royal household and appointing offices in my court." Robb said, before rising from the Iron Throne to applause. Robb smiled wearily as he climbed down the steps of the Iron Throne.

Margaery was waiting for him, as was every man he had named to his Council, as well as his family.

"Margaery, my love. Tell me that you have named a temporary Steward." Robb asked of his consort, who nodded and smiled, snapping her fingers to summon a tall man she called Leo

"Leo, please show my mother and my siblings to chambers in Maegor's Holdfast, then have supper prepared and sent to the royal chambers. I intend to retire for the night." Robb said to the tall, brown haired man who bowed deeply.

"At once, Your Grace."

Robb and Margaery had barely closed the doors behind the King's Chambers before they embraced passionately in a kiss. Robb lifted Margaery up against the door as the two young nobles reunited.

"I missed you…" Margaery moaned as Robb's teeth grazed against her neck.

"Not as much as I missed you. I wish to ravish you, my Princess, but more than anything. I wish to sleep with you in my arms. Will you entertain a weary King?" Robb asked with a tired voice, causing Margaery to smile and hold her betrothed's face.

"Of course, my love. Let us rest." Margaery said, assisting Robb with removing his doublet and tunic, before the Young Wolf carelessly tossed his crown onto an overstuffed armchair and climbed into the large four-poster bed. Margaery herself removed the gown that she wore in Stark colors before joining Robb in nothing but her shift. The young couple did nothing dishonorable, only holding each other as Robb got some much deserved rest.