A/N: I apologize for the extremely long time it took me to post this, but unfortunately my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I had to rewrite this whole chapter. =[ And I lost my itunes. But, oh well. Here's chapter two. I think it turned out better than the original chapter that I wrote.

Thanks to Baroque, noplaceforahero, and Yumeomirai for reviewing the first chapter.

Chapter 2: The Godswood

ROBB

"Your Grace?"

Robb glanced up to look at the Greatjon.

"Our next move?"

Robb focused back on the map. He had been having trouble keeping concentration the past few days.

Robb stared down at the map before him, drumming his fingers against the wood on the table. His eyes scanned quickly over the various figures on the map, before finally looking up at the men surrounding him.

"This new Lannister force at Oxcross must be dealt with. The day after tomorrow we will march on them there. I don't think they'll expect us to attack them so close to Lannisport. Tell the men."

The Lords around the table nodded their consent and began to disperse. Grey Wind immediately noticed all of the shuffling about and seemed to understand the meeting was over. He lifted his head hopefully and thumped his tail against the floor.

"We're going outside right now, I promise." Robb said to the big wolf.

The wolf immediately jumped up and ran to the door. Robb followed shortly after, and began his journey through the castle towards the godswood.

His week had been going well. He had been making much progress with battle plans, and hardly seen Naeva at all. Which was fortunate, because for whatever reason, he always seemed to get tongue tied around the girl and completely lose track of what he was doing. He had barely avoided humiliation just a few days ago, when he had caught sight of her across the courtyard. They had exchanged waves, but he had been paying more attention to her than where he was walking and had nearly run into a servant who was busy sweeping.

After that, he had been extremely careful to get nowhere near the girl. Even if that meant taking ridiculous routes around the castle.

When they finally reached the godswood, Grey Wind immediately took off into the trees, leaving Robb alone to walk.

He had been thinking a lot of his siblings lately. He missed all of them. And it was infuriating to him that they still hadn't been able to get Sansa or Arya back from the Lannisters. There was still no word back from Theon about how his meeting with his father had gone either. The Greyjoy's naval support could make the difference in this war.

But as he thought of Theon, he thought of Winterfell. Which made him think of his siblings even more. So far, they had been successful in their war campaign, and Robb knew he ought to be happy about that. But being away from home was becoming more and more trying every day, and going from always being around his siblings to having none of them was difficult.

Robb was almost to the weirwood when he heard Grey Wind's scuffling in the undergrowth stop suddenly. It was quiet for a few moments, and then he heard the wolf take off. He assumed that the wolf had found a rabbit to chase, until he heard a scream.

Immediately, Robb ran the rest of the way to the weirwood, until he came upon Grey Wind.

The wolf had barreled someone over, and was now proudly standing on top of them, paws resting on their chest. Robb couldn't see who it was, until he saw the blonde hair.

Seven hells. He thought immediately.

Naeva was attempting to push the wolf off of her, but unfortunately Grey Wind thought that they were playing a game.

"Off. No, off. Stop licking me! Off. Grey Wind!"

Robb could tell that the girl was trying her best to be stern with the wolf, but laughter could still be heard in her voice. At each word, Grey Wind only wagged his tail and sniffed at her enthusiastically.

"To me, Grey Wind." Robb said, and the wolf immediately bounded to his side.

Robb quickly walked over to the girl and helped her up. Her dress had been red, but now it was covered in mud and grass.

"Your Grace." Naeva said very quickly as she stood.

"I'm so sorry." Robb apologized immediately. "He never does that." Robb looked down at the wolf and realized that this was the second time that he was talking to Naeva because of his wolf. The wolf glanced up at him, and for a second Robb swore he saw a knowing look in the wolf's eyes.

"Its fine, your grace." Naeva replied as she brushed herself off quickly. "He was just playing, I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

"At least let me buy you a new dress." Robb replied. As Robb looked at her, he felt guilty. He was sure this morning she had done her hair and had made sure that there was not a single thing out of place. Now her dress was ruined and there were sticks all in her hair.

But to Robb, she still looked beautiful.

"No, it's fine. I have plenty of dresses." The girl replied politely.

"Are you sure?" Robb couldn't help feeling guilty. He could tell the dress was expensive from the scrollwork along the sleeves.

"Yes of course. You have much more pressing matters to worry about than a dress."

Robb nodded in response, and then another thought came to him. He was sure that the Fortescue's followed the seven, but Naeva was in a godswood. "Do you keep the old gods?" He asked her.

"Oh. Um, no." Naeva knelt down and picked up a book off of the ground that Robb had failed to notice before. She had probably been holding it before Grey Wind knocked her over. "I was reading. It's quiet here. Not many people come here, so." She brushed the dirt off of her book before speaking again. "But I was just leaving, and this is definitely more of your place than it is mine." Naeva gave him a small nod and a quick 'your grace' before she began to walk away.

Robb took a few steps in the direction of the weirwood before stopping short.

He wasn't sure what came over him at that moment. He debated for only a moment before calling out to Naeva.

"Naeva!" He called out just before the girl was almost out of sight.

The girl turned around and gave him a questioning glance.

"Why don't you walk with me? I could use some company." As he said the words he knew he was a fool. But then Naeva smiled at him, and he didn't really care about being a fool. Because for the first time in a long time, he was genuinely smiling.

She nodded, and walked back over to his side, and they began walking.

NAEVA

Naeva nearly leapt out of her seat when her septa yelled her name.

"Naeva! Will you please, pay attention?"

Naeva forced her eyes away from the window and looked at her septa. "I'm sorry. What was the question?"

"The words of house Tyrell."

"Growing Strong."

"Thank you. Now perhaps you will pay attention?" Her Septa's voice was heavy with annoyance, but that didn't stop Naeva from daydreaming almost immediately after.

Her Septa had been annoyed with her ever since she had returned from the Godswood yesterday with one of her best dresses completely ruined. As soon as Naeva had opened the door, her septa had had a fit.

At first she was furious because Naeva was late, but then she saw her dress. Then she was furious because her dress was ruined. And then she found out where Naeva had been.

"You were alone with Robb Stark?" Her Septa had shrieked.

Naeva had merely nodded in response.

"What would your mother say? I swear, alone with a boy, no chaperone. And a king at that! These kings think they're entitled to everything. I certainly hope you didn't give him everything."

Naeva couldn't help but to feel thoroughly annoyed when her septa said that. "Please. Go tell my mother where I've been. I'm sure she'll be thoroughly angry that I didn't fuck Robb Stark tonight."

If her septa had been angry before, that remark made her absolutely furious. But it had irked her for her septa to immediately think so ill of herself and the king.

Robb had been a complete gentleman. They had walked for a short while before stopping to sit on one of the benches located in the godswood. He had helped her pick all of the sticks and leaves out of her hair, and when it got chilly he had lent her his cloak. She remembered how quickly her heart had beaten when he had first helped her with the leaves in her hair, and then again later when he had draped his cloak around her shoulders.

And nothing scandalous had happened at all. They had just talked. He talked about Winterfell, how much he missed his siblings. He told her all about Bran and Rickon. He told her about Arya, who would always rather be a knight than a lady. And he talked about Sansa, who he thought Naeva would get along with very well. He also talked about Jon, his half brother, and about Theon Greyjoy, who was as good as a brother to him.

Naeva talked about her little brother, Arthur. Arthur had plans to be the greatest knight in all of the seven kingdoms. And one day, he wanted to be on the kingsguard so he could become a hero. Her sister, however, was extremely shy. Natalie would rather spend her day locked in her room sewing than risk meeting somebody new.

Naeva spoke about how much she missed riding her horse. Ever since the war had started, it was too dangerous to ride. Robb promised that one day, after the war was over, he would take her riding.

And then the sun had set, and Robb had walked Naeva to her room.

And then her septa had started yelling.

But Naeva didn't care. She was too light-headed and happy to care if her dress was ruined, or if her septa was yelling.

And still, Naeva couldn't keep focus on anything for very long. Her mind kept returning to the previous afternoon.

Finally, her septa seemed to understand that there was no point in trying to teach today. Naeva knew she was completely distracted, and Natalie already knew everything that there was to know about the seven kingdoms.

"Alright. Fine. Off, you two." Their septa finally said, exasperated.

It took Naeva only seconds to be out of her chair, and out the door.

The day was bright and cool out, so Naeva immediately went to the courtyard to find something to do. Today she had chosen a light green dress that she had always thought complimented her eyes and skin. The day was brisk, but not cold, so she had no need for any cloak.

As she walked across the yard, she glanced up at the battlements, and couldn't help but to notice the change in banners. Formerly, Lannister red had flown above the white dove of the Fortescue's. But now there was the grey direwolf flying above the purple and white banners. She couldn't help but to think that the grey and white banner complimented their own more than the red and gold one had.

Naeva continued across the yard aimlessly until she heard a loud clacking sound. She changed her direction and continued towards the noise until she came upon her brother and their master-at-arms. Her brother was nine, but very determined already. He was training with wooden swords inside of a small arena. Naeva stopped by the side of it and rested her hands on the wood railing.

Their master at arms was teaching her little brother blocking today, it seemed. But by the amount of 'ows' that were coming from her brother, he didn't seem to be taking to the lesson.

The boy was tall for his age, and looked more like their mother than he did their father. He had blonde, curly hair and fair skin, like their mother. But he had the hazel eyes of their father. He seemed to have the stubborn determination of their mother though, not the laidback nature of their father.

When her brother got hit again, Naeva couldn't help but to let out a small laugh. Her brother immediately turned his head at the sound of her laugh.

"It's harder than it looks!" He insisted immediately.

"I'm sure it is." Replied Naeva. "I certainly couldn't do it. Doesn't mean it's not funny to watch you get hit around though."

Her brother smiled at that. Her brother was never grouchy, and always seemed to be able to take a joke. "I think you should come and fight me." He stated simply.

"Great idea. Learning how to beat up a girl will be very useful when you're guarding the king."

Their master-at-arms smiled at that. "She's right, my lord. I'm afraid that hitting your sister around wouldn't do anything for your prospects on the kingsguard."

Her brother was about to come back with a smart reply when he suddenly shut his mouth and dipped his head courteously. Their master-at-arms did the same, and Naeva quickly turned to see who was behind her.

She felt her heartbeat quicken immediately as soon as she saw the king standing a few feet away. She immediately dipped her head to him. "Your grace." She said quickly.

He nodded back to her before walking over to stand beside her along the fence. "Let's see what you can do." He said simply to the boy.

Arthur immediately nodded, and turned to face the master-at-arms. He charged towards the man and swung, eager to prove himself. Their sword fighting lasted a few minutes before the master at arms killed her brother with a blow to the side.

Her brother let out an indignant 'ouch' as soon as he was hit and gave the master-at-arms a glare, which caused Naeva and Robb to laugh.

"Keep working Arthur. You have a lot of potential." The king said simply to her brother.

His words made her brother's face light up immediately, and he seemed to forget the hit he had received earlier. He immediately went back to attacking the master-at-arms.

There was silence between the two of them for a moment before the king spoke. "Walk with me?" He asked simply.

Naeva immediately smiled and nodded, and the two of them began to walk.

"That was very sweet, what you did for my brother. Thank you." She said simply to the king.

The king merely nodded in response. "Everyone could use some encouragement every now and again." He replied. "And he reminds me of Bran, before the accident."

Naeva nodded in understanding. "Do you miss your home?"

"Every day." He replied immediately. "I never thought that once I left I would miss it as much as I have."

"I couldn't imagine leaving home for war." Naeva replied. "It would be so hard. Not knowing whether or not I would come home." She paused for a second to look at the king. "But if my family was in danger, I would have taken the same course of action that you did."

Naeva continued walking forward, her eyes focused ahead of her, but she could feel the king's gaze on her. They walked in silence a little longer, until they finally reached to top of the battlements.

Naeva looked out over the lands, until she noticed something unusual. "Your men. They're packing. Are you leaving?" The camp that his forces had made outside of their walls was buzzing with activity."

"We march on another Lannister force tomorrow." The king answered simply. He stood beside her as she looked over the lands before them.

Naeva immediately turned her head to look at him. "Tomorrow? Will you be returning?" She felt nervous butterflies in her stomach. At first she was confused as to why, but then she had a sudden realization. She had grown attached to him. She didn't want him to leave, and she couldn't help but to fear for his life.

The king glanced away from her. "I'm not sure." He admitted. "It will depend on what happens at the battles. We may return here or march straight to Riverrun."

Naeva had been resting her hands against the stone of the battlement. "Oh." She said simply. Suddenly her hands became much more interesting to her. She chanced a glance at the king, but he was looking away from her.

He was leaving tomorrow. She couldn't help but to be shocked. She had been so sure that she would have more time to get to know him. The more she had been around him, the more she had come to like him. She hadn't been so sure before, but she knew now that she had been developing feelings for him.

The realization dawned on her, and immediately she began to wonder if he felt the same way for her. She looked at him again, but he seemed determined not to look in her direction. If he looks at me, I will know. She thought to herself.

She tried her best not to hesitate. She reached up with her hand, and gently placed her fingers on the side of his face, turning his head towards her. As soon as she touched him, she felt her heart skip a beat.

He obediently turned his head towards her, and their eyes met.

She felt a tingle go down her spine, and she did her best to keep her face still. When he didn't seem to respond to her, she went to pull her hand away from him. But then he turned his whole body towards her. The distance between them closed immediately, and she was reminded of the feast, when they had danced together.

The king lifted one of his hands to brush her hair over her shoulder, and his fingers brushed lightly against her neck as he did so. He paused for a moment, and then traced the tips of his fingers down her arm.

Naeva dropped her hand from his face and instead moved it to his neck, while placing the other hand on his chest. She didn't know how they got there, but his hands were now resting against her hips. One of them must have taken a step closer, because they were standing closer than they had before. She glanced up at him, and her eyes met his. Her heart felt like it might explode from her chest, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was still breathing.

And then he was leaning towards her. She could feel his breath on her face, and she could feel his lips brushing against her own. Her breath caught in her throat, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

He moved closer to her, and she was certain that he was going to kiss her. But then he only murmured to her softly. "I can't." Was all he said. "I want to, but I can't."

He pulled his head away from her, but kept his hands where they were.

Naeva nodded in response. "I understand." She replied simply. She removed her hands from him, and took a step away from him. She turned her head toward away from him, to look out over the land again. She knew why he couldn't. He was engaged, he was a king, he was at war.

"Good luck tomorrow." She said simply to him. "I wish you well."

She quickly walked past him back towards the stairs that had brought them to the battlements. She heard him call out her name, but she ignored him and kept walking. She didn't want to, but she did anyways. He has too much to risk over me. She thought as she kept walking. And it was only a crush. He will leave, and it will fade. If I see him again, I will ask for his favor for my sister. But I cannot now. He has too much to worry about. He is a good man. I will not ruin it. No matter what my mother wants.

So she kept walking, until she reached her bedchamber. At least I know he felt the same.

A/N: I know it took a while, but here it is, finally. Please review.