"I can't believe Prince Rhaegar would do something like that!" Rickard yelled, standing up and glaring towards where Rhaegar had ridden his horse. After the tourney, Rickard had ordered his children to where the Stark tents were, in order to have more privacy to discuss the prince's actions. "I have made a betrothal-"

"Father, I think Prince Rhaegar Targaryen can do whatever he wants," Harry remarked, raising an eyebrow at his father. Ned, Lyanna and Benjen were all staring at him with wide eyes and the at the flower crown in his hands. They were blue winter roses, the roses that grew in Winterfell's glass gardens and they smelled like winter, like home. "He crowned me, father. What does that mean to you?"

Rickard Stark stared at him, his grey eyes narrowed in thought. "He wants to wed you. You are an alpha however and the heir to Winterfell. He is a beta. You cannot give him children."

Balerion roared and leapt into the air, following Frostfyre, as they raced through the clouds in the sky. Harry grinned at the sight and then turned back to his father. He had looked over to where Rhaegar was talking to his father and winced at the king's expression. King Aerys had not looked happy but he had looked more crazed, his wide purple eyes following the dragons in the sky.

If Rhaegar was defending his right to choose a mate now, to his father, mayhaps that meant he was alright with his secret getting out. To the other great houses of Westeros, the crown prince was a beta and wedding an alpha would not make sense. If though, Rhaegar chose to tell everyone this way, to tell everyone that he was an omega, it would make this… chaos less of an issue.

"Father, I do not want to marry whomever you chose for me," Harry added. "Please tell me you can call of that betrothal contract. I would like to be the prince's consort."

"It would be unheard of," Rickard said. "For a crown prince to wed an alpha. It is usually the alpha on the throne. There has never been an alpha consort in Targaryen history."

"That we know of. Any number of Targaryen princes could have been alphas, had they lived to present," Harry retorted, glancing to Benjen to see what he thought. Ben had always been the one to go to for history knowledge and his youngest brother's eyes were narrowed in thought.

"It is true," Ben said, shrugging. "During the Dance, there were many Targaryen men who never presented because they were murdered. Prince Lucerys Velaryon or Joffrey Velaryon come to mind in that respect."

"Prince Rhaegar is a beta," Rickard exclaimed.

"Father, Rhaegar is the crown prince. If the gods are good, he will ascend to the throne. It is not unheard of to have princes or princesses who hide their real second nature. Besides, the Targaryens are like their dragons. They answer to neither gods nor men."

Rickard looked at Harry, Ned, Ben and Lyanna. "You are saying that you think Prince Rhaegar Targaryen is not a beta and not an alpha."

"He wanted it to be kept secret, father. But he did choose me as his alpha. As Consort, I would be able to mate with him and he would be able to have children. Your grandchild could sit the throne."

Rickard Stark blinked. "To have one of my sons be consort to a Targaryen prince. It is an advantageous betrothal. Far better than a Tully omega."

"Who were you considering?"

"Edmure Tully."

"He hasn't even presented yet," Ben muttered, his eyes widening as Rickard glared at him. "What? Edmure is young, father."

"And what of you, Ned?" Rickard turned to his middle son, the Quiet Wolf. "What of you and your crannogman? The omega?"

Harry sighed in relief and caught Lyanna's eyes, winked at her. It seemed that their father had entirely missed or hadn't recognized her in the tilts. Lyanna grinned back and turned to look at Ned.

"I… don't know. I… just met him two nights ago, father."

"Oooh, Ned's turning red!" Lyanna exclaimed, elbowing Ned's side.

"I will settle for at least one of my children wedding a southerner, Ned. If you are to wed Howland Reed, I will allow this."

"Ned…" Harry trailed off, drawing Rickard and Ned's attention. "If I am to go south with Rhaegar and wed him, you will be heir to Winterfell."

Ned blinked, his eyes widening so much that Harry thought they would fall out of his head. "Me? Heir to Winterfell? But Harry…"

"I am destined for the south," Harry remarked, shrugging and catching Ned's eyes. "I will do my best to make sure no one threatens the North while I am down there."

Rickard blinked, a slow grin forming on his face. "The Pact of Ice and Fire has finally come to fruition then. I am glad of this."

Harry nodded, still looking at Ned. He remembered hearing about the Pact of Ice and Fire from their maester Walys. In return for the North's help against Aegon the Second, a Targaryen princess would wed into House Stark. No Targaryen princess had ever wed into their house but now…

Your mate smells weird.

Harry startled, rocking back on the heels of his feet at the deep words. Frostfyre's voice almost sounded British, like the accent in his old homeworld, and made him almost wistful. But then he realized he had siblings who loved him, parents who didn't beat and starve him and no one out for his blood. Though… He rolled his eyes. Being the consort of the prince and future king would probably make him enemies.

How does he smell? And where are you?

Frostfyre took a few minutes to reply and Harry could hear wingbeats even from their tent. A great big thump reverberated through the ground and air and Harry could hear startled yelps and shouts from the tents around them. A big muzzle slipped underneath the tent fabric across from him and he snorted at the sight. Frostfyre slid further into the tent, stopping as he saw Harry.

Rickard, Ned, Ben and Lyanna all froze at the sight of the white dragon's head and then Lyanna started to laugh. Rickard's hand dropped to the sword at his waist and Harry threw out an arm to stop their father from doing anything hasty. Frostfyre's head was all that was in the tent but they could see the big bulk of the creature through the tent walls.

You humans and your need for cover from the wild. Rhaegar smells of heat and stress.

Harry's eyes narrowed. If the two of them had been younger or not adults, they would have been separated until their wedding. He had received permission from his father but he wasn't quite sure about the king though with his bringing dragons back… King Aerys would probably agree to just about anything from him. And with what Frostfyre was saying…

Rhaegar was going into heat and was probably starting to burn inside. Maester Walys had said something about omegas but no one knew much about what Targaryens experienced during heats. Some said it was more intense for them while others said the Targaryens were just like any old folk.

Harry had more than made up his mind about taking Rhaegar for a mate and the chances were that they would wed in the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing when the time came. He wondered what the Grand Maester would think of wedding in the godswood in King's Landing too, wondered what everyone would think if the consort of the prince kept to the old gods instead of the Faith.

Or perhaps they could wed in the godswood in Winterfell. Rhaegar had said he was interested in seeing Winterfell after the tourney. They could have a secret ceremony, just the two of them and his family, and then wed in the sept in King's Landing without anyone knowing. Harry smiled at the thought, imagining Rhaegar in a Stark cloak walking around Winterfell and then nodded to his father and stepped out of the tent, shooing Frostfyre out.

Rhaegar paced back and forth in the courtyard of Harrenhal, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and back. He cursed under his breath in Valyrian as he turned around, his heart beating rapidly. His father had given permission to wed Harlan Stark, had said yes, but there had been something in Aerys' eyes that Rhaegar had not liked. His father had not taken his eyes off Balerion or Frostfyre or Freya since they had been revealed to everyone.

Aerys was back in the great hall of Harrenhal right now, yelling at nobody in particular about how he was a dragon himself. Every knight of the kingsguard except Arthur was with the king right now and Rhaegar himself was overseeing the servants packing up their belongings. With everything that had happened, his finding a mate and an alpha and seeing dragons come back had pushed his body to the limits. It would not be long until he had his first heat and hopefully, it would be with his marriage.

The quiet rumble of a deep throat brought his attention to the big, black dragon next to him. Balerion the second was not as big as his ancestor, probably wasn't even half his size but he still looked formidable. Balerion rumbled again and smoke came from his mouth as he opened his jaws. The alien mind that Rhaegar had first felt when he had touched Balerion came to him, a light caress that felt like worry.

"Rhaegar? Are you alright?"

He turned to look at Arthur, who was watching him from a few feet away. Rhaegar grinned as Arthur visibly hesitated about taking a step towards the fire breathing dragon. "He won't hurt you, Arthur. If you were to pose a threat, I believe he would take action but you do not."

"You look upset, your Grace. And warm," Arthur added at the last minute. "Are you…"

"Going into heat? Eventually yes. For right now, I want to get back to King's Landing," Rhaegar said. "I would like to talk with my mother about arranging the wedding."

"Wedding?"

Rhaegar turned towards the voice, the accent giving away Harry as the man walked towards them from the gate. The Northern accent was deeper than the south, a little hint of a growl coming through and Rhaegar thought of Cregan Stark and Torrhen Stark then. The Starks had rarely come south and only for war, for the Dance of the Dragons and finding common cause with House Lannister to fight the ironborn. No Stark had ever been a political one except for Cregan Stark, who had been Hand of the King to Aegon the Third for a day.

Harlan Stark was once again wearing a Stark cloak, with fur lining the cloak. It looked like a warm cloak, one that curled around the man, like Harry had done when they had first met.

"Isn't it a bit soon for that?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I don't want anyone else for my consort. I want you."

Harry's grey eyes narrowed then warmed and Rhaegar could easily see the heat in them. Harry closed the distance between them and Frostfyre flew over the castle walls and circled above them before dropping down to land.

"I shall join you in traveling south then. My father said yes," Harry said, stopping right up in front of Rhaegar and looking him over. Rhaegar could feel the heat that exploded through his body at the look that the alpha was giving him, the pure look of want and claiming. "My siblings would probably want to go with us, if that is alright."

"Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen Stark?" Arthur echoed, sparing a glance to Frostfyre, who walked over to Harry's side. The two dragons bracketed Harry and Rhaegar, with the third flying above the castle.

"Lyanna and Ben, definitely. I don't know about Ned," Harry explained, reaching out to Rhaegar, holding his hands out. Rhaegar immediately placed his hands in Harry's, feeling greedy enough for an alpha's touch and near sighing when Harry entwined their fingers. "Ned will be your Warden of the North when you ascend to the throne."

"The Quiet Wolf. You will be with me then?"

"Aye. I look forward to standing by your side," Harry whispered, lightly pulling Rhaegar in close enough to lean his forehead against Rhaegar's. "I look forward to wedding you and seeing you with child. I look forward to advising you and I look forward to claiming you. I have only known you for a few days but I believe you will be the best king Westeros has seen in a hundred years."

Rhaegar's heart skipped a beat or two at Harry's words. "I… hope to be a good king, one day."

Harry's eyes narrowed and yelling filled the air as King Aerys stepped out of the great hall. "Your father… is not sane or healthy."

"He was better," Rhaegar whispered as Harry pulled away a little but still held onto his hands. "The mess at Duskendale made him worse but he still-"

"You need to take the throne," Harry spoke, glancing behind them to where King Aerys was and then back to Rhaegar. "I have known men like Aerys. He will not end well, either at the flame of a dragon or by his own doing or both."

"You are threat-"

"I am not threatening the king. The king threatens himself."

Rhaegar turned to look at his father, taking Harry's words to mind. Aerys stared at Frostfyre and Balerion, his purple eyes wide and crazed still.

"He is the blood of the dragons."

"That does not mean he is above reproach," Harry murmured, dipping his head in a slight nod towards Aerys. "He ordered the deaths of House Darklyn and extinguished that house forever. Look at him. That is a not a king. Just a middle aged man who looks far older than his years because he thinks everyone is out to get him. When I first saw you, I thought you were the king because you look it."

Rhaegar sighed and Harry reached out, sliding his hand up to Rhaegar's shoulder and squeezing in reassurance. "I'm with you, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. I am not with your father."