It's the first chapter and it's a bit long but hopefully it's also a good start. Sorry if their is a lot spelling and grammar mistakes...it happens. Robb Stark is not yet actually in this chapter but we will hear of him. This is mostly the heart break of Andrew and Katarina. ENOJOY! =D

She knew that her mother had been disappointed in her, she could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes. It hurt her as well, knowing how fond her mother was of her, but she could not help it that she had fallen madly in love with Lord Andrew of Winchester. For years she had been confused as to why she was not betrothed to Andrew but then remembered that he was betrothed to her older sister Aurora, and her to Robb Stark of Winterfell. Her sister got to stay here at home while she had leave and live miles and miles away, far from her siblings and family. How her mother had caught them together was still unknown to her, but they both felt it incredibly important that it stayed only between them, as long as it ended that second. Now that she was of age and 17, she would be sent to Winterfell, seven moons from now. Seven moons to see her older sister wed the man that she loved, to tell him that she no longer could love him, and to prepare for her own wedding.

She cried into her mother's lap, her mother gently petting her hair along with her tears "Katarina" she breathed "it is for the best my dear, we can never let your father know. It's best you forget."

How could she forget the one thing, the one person who made her happy, and her life worth living? "But I love him!" she wept "I will never love another!" she picked herself up, weak from the crying, and used her remaining energy to run and land herself on her bed only to resume her helpless weeping. Her mother only stood and bowed her head in sorrow; for there was nothing more she could do to comfort her daughter. She opened her mouth, willing to throw a few more soothing words but changed her mind knowing they would only make things worse, and with a sigh, turned on her heels and left the room. Katarina stopped for a moment, finding herself breathless and light headed. She scrambled to her feet and walked over to the silver glass, frightened of the girl starring back at her, her own reflection. Usually her mother would come into her room in the mornings to do her hair except for this one. She picked up the cloth in the bowl of water and refreshed her face, and put her hair in a soft braid. She looked into her reflection once more….presentable she thought to herself. She didn't want to look her best for what she was about to do.

Katarina took slow painful steps into the garden where she usually met Andrew. A little part of her hoped that he would not be there so that she did not have to face him, but he would never miss a moment to be with her. Finally, she saw him sitting on the stone bench whittling a piece of wood in his hand. His head rose as he heard her steps. His icy blue eyes met her emerald ones, bright and hopeful but soon with worry. She tried her best to hide her misery, but he could read her like a book.

He rushed to meet her, cupping her cheeks in his hands, trying to make eye contact which she could not find herself physically able to do. "What my love?" he tried, his worried eyes studying her face. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she placed them over his and pulled them off. She felt her soul wither away as she did it.

"I… am not your love" her voice shook with every word that left her lips. Her eyes instantly filled with tears. "You were never mi-"she took a deep breath and found strength to look him in the eyes, he deserved at least that much. "You were never mine, and I never yours. You belong with Aurora and…I" she broke down and began to weep once again. "and I to Robb Stark of Winterfell. I can never see you again the way I have." She managed to say through her weeps.

Andrew's face showed mixed emotions such as confusion and pure hurt. He took a step back which felt like a stake to her heart. She would rather be stabbed in the heart then to see her love take a step away from her like he had. "Katarina, I love you and only you!" he raised his voice in insanity "We can runaway!" he shook her shoulders "I don't love your sister… I love you I want you!" He wanted to uproar a slight bit of emotion from her but froze when she only looked down at the ground like she was in a trance. "Is this what you want?" his voice cracked in pain "You want to marry him?"

Only the birds in the garden made a sound as she kept her face fixated to the ground. He suddenly lunged at her, raising his hand ready to strike her. She saw him from the corner of her eye and coward away before he turned around and punched a stone statue instead. Her eyes widened with fear as crimson dripped from his wounded hand. "Andrew!" she screamed rushing to his aid "You're hurt."

"Don't touch me." He scowled, flinching away from her touch.

"Andrew please, we knew this would eventually happen. We were doomed from the start. Now please let me help you!" Panic filled her voice as she grabbed at his arm.

"I said don't touch me!" a tear filled his eye in which he was determined not to let escape. "It's apparent that this is what you want…so I won't stand in your way. Goodbye." He rushed away with his bloody hand cradling in his arm, leaving her only to watch him leave, with tears clouding her vision.

Katarina was now dry of tears and only sat on her bed starring at the fire; all life had left her eyes. The door opened with a bang as her father and mother entered the room.

Her largely built father knelt down in front of her and just looked at her in silence before he spoke in a deep, raspy voice "Look at me girl!" She slowly raised her eyes to meet his also emerald ones, remaining quite. "What is the matter with you? Are you sick? You haven't left this room in hours, that's no way for a girl of your status to act!" Her dead eyes shifted to meet her mother, standing at the side staring back at her in a worried manner. "Well? Speak!" he yelled.

"I'm just….feeling a little sick." She managed to say. "I just need some rest."

Her father sighed and looked back at his wife "Tanya, make sure the nurses tend to her tonight. She looks like she's dying!" he focused back to his daughter "Now you get some rest then. It is expected of you to be at your sister's wedding alive and well, and I can't have you looking like the walking dead."

His words were like a thousand knives to her skin, but she still nodded, hiding her pain. Her father marched out of the room and her mother followed but not before giving her a reassuring look and gently shutting the door.

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