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This is part of a series of one-shots, which you can find on my profile


For all her advice of pragmatism, Catelyn had doomed them all.

"You carry my child, and I will not allow any child of mine to be a bastard." Robb said, reaching his hand out to lay it across her stomach, "I know you love me, just as I love you. So become my wife, and this child will be my heir."

A king did need an heir, but his should have a Frey for a mother. But what was his duty to his word compared to his duty to his child. If Catelyn had remained uninvolved there would be no child. For Layla was already a mother, and would much rather have Robb alive, wedded and bedded to a Frey, than to bear a fatherless child. But now that Robb knew her secret that plan was made void. Honourable Robb Stark would never rid himself of his child.

And even though she had prayed for nature to take it's course, she was sure it had not done so because it was not what she truly wanted. There was nothing she desired more than Robb and their child.

It was Robb who found them a Septon, with no available heart tree they would have to wed in front of the Gods of his mother. She wore no special dress, all of her niceties having been sold off for they would serve no purpose at war. His mother stood witness for them as they said their vows. And it was done. There was no taking it back now. It was not like with Roderick, where she knew he would not be long before death would take him and she would be free. No, death would not take Robb. When it came for him she would fight it off tooth and claw.

There was only joy in Robb's eyes as he kissed her, but she could only manage a bittersweet smile. She knew it was wrong, but she could not help but think back to Jon, alone at the Wall. It had been so long since she had received a letter from him, and had her heart warmed by his words. For all she knew he could be dead. But if he still breathed, what would he think of her marrying his brother? Betrayed, enraged, resigned.

And what of Daemon in Dorne. She had promised to return and wed him. An empty promise, admittedly, but she had loved him all the same. Even when she received no replies to her please for help in the war, she knew it was Doran and not him that was at fault. He would come if I asked, she thought, I should have gone back to Dorne to him.

It seemed a betrayal of her husband, to suggest she did not want him. It was him she chose. She was the one he would grow old beside. There was only Robb now. She was his wife, and she would be faithful in deed and thought. Jon Snow and Daemon Sand were nothing but her past. Let no whispers surround her marriage.

That night they laid as man and wife, and thoughts of no others dared to enter her mind. And just for awhile, she could forget about the realities of what they had done, and rejoice in her future family.


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