The King of Winterfell awoke in the middle of the night from a troubled dream. He had to drink poppy milk to sleep at all. His wife, with whom he had shared his bed again after giving birth, had made love to him the night before, but he was hardly in the mood to fulfil his marital duty. In his dream he saw his sons lying on the floor, their dead eyes opening. Jon Snow stood beside his daughter, pouring a small bottle of a green wildfire-like drink into her mouth. Ryella coughed, then sat up, then cried out in pain as dragons emerged from her loins.
- Why did you do this?" asked Robb. "Why did you dishonor her and beget dragons for my daughter?
- 'Because I am the dragon's son, King Robb,' replied the man, this time in clear Valyrian. 'And when I have successors and power, my sons will follow me on the Iron Throne. And from this bloodline will come all the power and strength to rule all Westeros.
The serene calm of Jon Snow's face was in stark contrast to what he said, the terror and confusion of Stark girl, mother of dragons in a dream. Robb could feel his growing fear. This bastard was playing with other people's lives as if he were a dragon. If he strangely didn't know he was dreaming, he would think it was real.
- I'm dreaming, he told him. She didn't actually give birth to dragons for you!
- "Because your daughter, like myself, is a toy of your infinite mind. The God of the Seven dreams all things but all things, and if you are Targaryen, you may beget dragons. Look, King, I'll show you.
He stretched out his twisted, scaly arm, his hand like a dragon's clawed foot extended. In a single motion, it turned into a dragon, spread its wings, grabbed Robb's neck with its hand and strangled him tightly. Gods! He felt a heat in his body and lungs as if the dragon fire had burned his breath away. When Robb woke up, his parched throat was throbbing, the poppy milk scraping against him as if the fiery pain shooting up from his stomach had burned his esophagus. He sat up on the wolfskin couch and it didn't take long for him to start vomiting. In the morning, as Robb struggled to wake up from his stupefying nightmare, the worried voice of his wife Roslin called to him.
- Did you have a black dream last night, husband? Did you sleep badly?
- How do you know?
Robb was surprised because he thought his wife was fast asleep.
- I heard you talking to someone in your sleep. I listened, and I heard as if you had fought all night with Jon Snow.
Robb fidgeted nervously.
- I didn't have any nightmares about the bastard! Wolf howled in the night, that's why I woke up.
- Are you worried about our children?
Robb turned his head slowly.
- You've already borne me three sons. The gods will give me victory over the Lannisters through them. Master Aemon said that when Jon Snow returns with the Black Iron Sword, three eagles will circle the skies.