The sun was high over the Red Keep, its warm glow illuminating the halls as you moved through the endless duties of being Queen of Westeros. Meetings, letters, and decisions filled your day, but Theon was determined to remain by your side, his hand brushing yours every so often as he walked close.

"I missed you too much while I was away," Theon said, his voice brimming with affection. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

You smiled at his devotion. "You were only gone for a few weeks, Theon."

"Which felt like an eternity," he retorted with a playful grin.

Before you could respond, Robb joined you, his bright eyes glinting with mischief. "If Theon gets to stay glued to her side, then I do too," he declared. "I’ve been up North, missing my queen just as much!"

Chuckling, you shook your head. "I must be the luckiest queen in Westeros to have such devoted husbands."

Jon, quiet as always, approached with a subtle smile. "If they’re monopolizing your time, I suppose I’ll have to join too," he said, his calm tone laced with amusement.

The three men stayed close throughout your tasks, their camaraderie warming the long day. When you finally found a break, you sank into a plush chair in a quiet chamber, eager to rest.

Theon immediately moved closer. "Sit on my lap, please," he said with exaggerated drama. "I’ve missed holding you."

Robb protested, “Theon, you had her last time! My turn.”

Before either could win, Jon silently stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. “I believe the queen deserves a little peace,” he murmured, his voice soft as he nuzzled into your neck.