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Standing at the windowsill, her face pulled into a frown as she gazed out on the land of the Tully's. Lady Catelyn had told Layla of when she would wait for her father's return as a child, watching for him. Maybe that is my fate now too, she thought, waiting and watching for Robb. She knew that if he could he would have sent her to Winterfell he would have. And she would have had to be taken kicking and screaming before they would be parted.

"My lady," a voice said, and she turned to see her husband standing in the doorway, his hands held behind his back

"Your Grace." She greeted, her frown falling to be replaced with a smile, "What do you have there?"

"I had it made for you," he replied, "So that you could be a real queen."

Bringing his hands around in front of him, it was a crown that he held in his hands, and now offered out to her. It was made of bronze and iron, coiled together just like his but without the spikes potruding, so that when he placed it on her head it formed a circlet. And just like his, there was a dire wolf crest molded at the front.

"How do I look?"

"Regal." He answered, cupping her cheeks, "A true Northern queen."

The first Northern queen not to be born in the North. But at least she had stepped foot inside Winterfell, unlike Robb's would-be Frey wife. When she had married Roderick Flint, it had been in front of the Old Gods, and it was the Old Gods she now prayed to for Robb's safety. She was as Northerner as a foreigner could be.

"How is our child?" He asked, moving a hand down to stroke his knuckles against the swell of her stomach

"Growing bigger every day." She answered, smiling up at him, "Soon enough I'll be as big of a house. You'll need five men to get me on a horse."

"And you'll still be just as beautiful."

She didn't doubt the truth of his words. Robb was not a man to seek pleasure or solace in any arm's but his wife. But he had already broken an oath, she remembered, but that had been for love. Of course, what was to say he would not fall for another. Eddard Stark had more honour than sense, but even he had a bastard.

Jon, alone at the Wall, so very far away from her. She still thought of him sometimes, even though she tried not to. Because each and every time her mind arrived at Jon, it felt like she was betraying Robb.

How could you love both brothers?

More and more often she thought of the question Jaime had posed her. Maybe she did love both, or neither, or at different amounts at different times.

"I love you." She said, causing his smile to widen. Every time she said those three words, he practically beamed at her, and she loved him a little more each time


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