Hey y'all so this is my new story. I hope you like it. I've kinda given up on my other one but I might return to it later. So anyways I own nothing and I hope u like it. BTW in this story Robb is 18 soo…..
The wind on the kings road whipped the cloaks of the men on the kings road. The grass was frost bitten and the air was bitter. The party of people on their horses had been enduring these conditions for days while on their way to visit Lord Stark. Lord Candry was at the front of the party with his son, Tryston, behind his a court of one hundred men. At the back of the group hobbled along a wooden caravan containing Lord Candry's most important possession, his wife.
Emiline and Jarin Candry had been married to each other at the young age of fifteen in order to secure an alliance during King Roberts's rebellion. Jarin, like Lord Stark, had ridden off to battle the next day. Emiline had than given birth to their eldest son, Tryston, a dark haired beauty, who would not meet his father until he returned from kings landing four years after her was born. Since than Emiline and Jarin had been told that having anymore children would endanger Emilie's life but just eight months ago the Lord and Lady had heard that they were once again pregnant.
As Jarin road up the hill he could see Winterfell. The dark stone towers that were so different from the light stone in the south. The grand Weirwood tree that the Starks kept in their Godswood. Jarin commanded his party to ride faster in hopes of getting there before nightfall.
When Jarin and his party arrived at the wall Lord Stark walked out of the castle to greet them.
"Jarin." He said, with a rare smile lighting up his face. Lord Stark had always been a pleasant man to be around but it was a well-known fact that the Stark clan was rarely one to break out in a laugh or sing jolly songs. Lord Stark always said it was because of the cold in Winterfell but even as a child Jarin could rarely remember a time Ned Stark had laughed.
"Ned." Jarin said back while embarrassing his comrade. Ned and Jarin had shared quarters when they were involved in Roberts Rebellion and had seen each other often when they were children.
"My lady." Ned said turning to look at Jarin's wife who was stepping out of the run down caravan. Jarin stepped towards his wife and let her steady herself on his arm. She had been feeling ill ever since they set out on the journey.
"Catelynn is inside with the children. I will escort you both to your chambers." Ned said while offering his hand to Emiline who took it gratefully.
Winterfells walls were slightly warmer than the outside due to the hot springs that lay underneath the castle. Ned Stark led them into a room. It was not to grand but the Stark family was known for its humility. The bed was larger than he expected it to be. It was adorned with fur pelts and was placed close to a fire that was already roaring.
"Is this room alright? It is one of the warmest in the castle." Ned said leading Emiline to the bed and letting her sit down. Ned hadn't been there Catelynn when she was pregnant with the oldest child but he soon learned what to do during every pregnancy she had after that.
"This is fine Ned, thank you." Emiline said giving him a friendly smile. Ned nodded curtly in response and replied "Dinner will be at seven." Than without a word he turned and left the room.
Emiline placed her hands on her protruding stomach. She knew the real reason they were here. Jarin was planning to take their son to battle with him in a week and didn't want to leave her back in the south. Emiline looked to Jarin who was peeking out the window at their son who was playing with the horses outside. She remembered the day she married him, he looked so handsome with his blonde hair and green eyes that any speculation Emiline had was quickly replaced with nervousness.
Emiline and Jarin sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the night until it was time for dinner.
As Emiline walked into the dining hall she saw Lady Stark raise herself and glare at two children who were busily eating away. Tryston was already there and had seemingly already begun to clean off his plate. Emiline and Jarin said their hello's to lady stark and their two children, Robb and the illegitament son Jon. The dinner was very good. Honey ham with chickpeas and a mug of cider to warm our insides.
When dinner was over Jarin and Ned excused themselves saying that they had business to attend to. Leaving the women and the children to tend to themselves.
"Are you having a baby." The older of the two children asked.
"Robb!" Lady Catelynn Stark said giving him a disapproving stare.
"It's fine Lady Stark." Emiline said while turning to the boy next to her. "Yes I am. "
"Why?" Robb said. This child seemed to be full of natural curiosity.
"Well because my husband and I really wanted one." I said trying my best to answer.
"Well how did you get the baby in there?" The little black haired boy piped up from the other side of Robb. Looking over towards my own son I saw that he was listening intently as well.
"Well why don't you ask you father to explain that to you." I said looking towards Lady Catelynn who had a smile plastered on her face.
WE WILL GO HOME
When Jarin and Emiline had returned to our room he explained to her that Lord Stark was willing to house the her and the baby until he and Tryston returned from the war. He stated that the camp was farther away than he though and with bad weather heading this way it made more sense to leave at first light.
At first Emiline was devastated. She didn't want to have this baby alone. Than she was angry, her husband was leaving her with a bunch of people she didn't really even know. He would take her young child to a battle camp and leave her and she was not sure if she would ever see them again. They could die or become sick and the thought that he would rather be at a battle camp than with her enraged Emiline.
"No." She said standing up.
"Excuse me." Jarin said in surprise. One brow raised his upon his forehead.
"You are not allowed to leave this castle. I wont let you." She said tears stinging her eyes.
"Emiline." Jarin said his eyes softening. Although when Emiline and Jarin had first been married it had not been love it had quickly grown to be just that. Emiline and Jarin hated to be a part from each other; they would die for each other. It was true love. "I have to go. It's my duty." He said reaching out to hold her.
Emiline threw herself into his arms, her blue eyes shedding tears into his chest. Jarin mumbled an 'I love you' into her hair and scooped her up and placed her on the bed. He tucked her in and than got in beside her holding her throughout the night.
WE WILL GO HOME
Emiline awoke with a start. She had dreamed of Jarin and her son dying in a battle and a little blue eyed, blonde haired girl crying out for her father. Emiline stole a glance at her husband, who was still sound asleep. She raised herself from the warm bed and hissed as her feet hit the cold stone floor. Silently moving towards the chair that was placed by the fire Emiline felt a slight sting in her stomach. Reaching out to grab the back of the chair and steady herself pain over came her and she fell to her knees.
"Jarin." She called in a breathy yell. Nothing.
"Jarin." She called louder. He opened his eyes and reached out for where his wife was when they fell asleep. "JARIN." He whipped his head to where his wide was kneeling on the floor clutching her stomach.
With no other thought in his head he ran over to Emiline and lifted her off the ground. Placing her on the bed he could see blood slowly marking the fabric of her night dress.
"Stay here. I'm going to go get help." He said pushing back her hair and pressing a kiss to her brow. Emiline closed her eyes and prayed to the gods, old and new, to save her child and keep her family safe.
WE WILL GO HOME
Jarin paced frantically outside the room in which he and his wife were staying. Measter Luwin was inside trying to save the lives of his wife and child. Jarin and Emiline had been warned about the dangers if they became pregnant again but Emiline had wanted another baby more than anything else in the entire world.
Suddenly the door opened and the master stepped out. Jarin hadn't even noticed that Emiline's cries of pain had stopped.
"What' happened?" Lady Stark spoke from behind him. Ned and Catelynn had left their beds the moment they heard what was going on. They never uttered a word to Jarin but provided him with the feeling that he was not alone.
"Lady Candry has given birth to a healthy baby girl who is currently with her wet nurse." Measter Luwin spoke.
"Why is she with her wet nurse? She should be with her mother!" Jarin said his voice rising with urgency at every moment.
"The birth- well the birth proved to be to much for Lady Candry to bear and she did not survive." Measter Luwin said with a grave look in his eyes. "I am very sorry." Walking past them and back down to his corridor. At that moment Jarin was sure his heart was broken.
Ned placed a hand on his shoulder gently urging him to enter the room, to see his new daughter and say good-bye to his dear wife. Jarin's steps were slow and paced out. His head was swimming and it felt as thought he was in a dream. Why? Why did this have to happen to them?
She was pale. Blood was covering the bed and her nightgown. When he grabbed her hand he almost tore it away because of how cold it was. Emiline was always warm, always. He bent down and placed a long, drawn out kiss on her cold lips wishing for her to wake up and kiss him back.
Jarin heard a cry behind him and saw a fat older woman carrying a little bundle, swaddled in the finest white cloth. Jarin stepped forward and gently took his daughter from the women's arms. The baby looked up at him with bright blue eyes, just like her mother but she had tuffs of blonde hair sticking out at every angle just as he did. Jarin moved toward the chair by the fire and sat down. He held his baby through the night, cherishing the time he had with her.
When morning dawned Jarin walked to the great hall the baby still cradled in his arms. By the redness in his young sons eyes he could tell that someone had told him. He walked slowly up to the young Lady Catelynn and Ned Stark.
"I'm leaving today." He said in a gruff tone.
"Jarin- are you sure? You can always stay longer." Catelynn said hiving him a sympathetic look.
"I have a duty. My son and I will leave within the hour but I ask that you take her. Until I return that is." Jarin said looking towards Ned. Ned nodded, saying nothing. Jarin handed Catelynn his baby girl and walked out the door to the stables.
When everything was ready to leave Jarin looked down from his horse to lady Catelynn who was gently cradling the baby.
"Lady Catelynn?" Jarin spoke loudly enough to get her attention.
"Yes?" She responded in a feminine whisper.
"Her name is Katrina."