Igraine Lannister sat slowly brushing through her tangled blonde mane. It had been a fortnight since the duel of sorts and Theon's pride was still broken. Robb had congratulated her and quickly departed, that's what worried Rae. He seemed so cold towards her; upon her arrival he'd seemed so warm and thoughtful. Now, He was icy and brash and seemed never to want to stay within meters of her as if she was a vicious animal. Well… She was. And he was right to fear her, she reasoned with her interior monologue. She was a lion and all creatures bowed down the lions. Except she wasn't a lion. Not really. She wasn't ruthless like Tywin or Cersi; she certainly wasn't as clever or scheming as Tyrion and she definitely wasn't as courageous as Jaime. No. Rae decided; she wasn't like any of her family, and somehow that only worked to make her feel worse, when in normal circumstances she'd have thanked the seven.

So needless to say, hiding in her newly acquired chambers had become much of a pastime for the Lannister. Until of course she was knocked out of her stupor by the youngest of the Stark girls, bursting in and slamming the heavy oak door behind her.

"Please don't let him know I'm here!" she cried and threw herself under Igraine's bed. Rae smiled at the child's antics, wondering who on earth could inspired such alarm as to hide. When suddenly the centre of her previous thoughts entered the room, followed by a shy serving girl. The girl was no true beauty though Igraine felt horrible thinking such; it was the truth. She had chestnut curls and heart-shaped face matched with meek brown eyes.

"Have you seen Arya? My Lady Lannister?" Robb asked breathless.

"I'm afraid not, though I did see her hurry down the hall, you may still be able to catch up with her" She told him, her voice even. She may not be courageous or ruthless but she knew how to lie. In fact she could probably lie before she could walk, It was a Lannister gene; Inherited by all.

"Thank You, Milady!" The young girl called before running out the room, Robb nodded his curled head and followed after her. The young wolf girl pulled herself out from under the bed while Igraine walked over and closed the door and pulled the bolt firmly across.

"So… Want to tell me what's going on? Why were you hiding from Robb?"

"I saw him and Jeyne!"

"Jeyne?" She asked unsure

"That girl! Who he came in with…"

"Right. You saw them what…" she asked confused with her eyebrow raised.

"Kissing!"

Igraine chuckled, Poor Arya. She didn't know of the arrangement that her and Ned Stark had made. But surprisingly Rae felt no stab of betrayal or grasp of the stomach like she read of in her many novels. Only the prickling sensation of fury. He made an oath. And if he backed out of it…So help her God. She'd have his head on a spike herself, never mind her father intervening. If this boy messed up her plans, if she had to return to Casterly Rock. She'd do so. But Robb Stark would be little more than ash in the ground.

For the first time in her life she felt like a true Lannister. Rage invaded her veins pumped her body full of this anger. She had to keep herself in check, as this frightened little girl stood before her, Her doe eyes wide as they watched her own orbs flash with a fire she'd never seen.

"Why would that make Robb angry?" asked in a tight voice.

"He likes to keep it a secret."

Igraine chuckled finally crushing her anger. "Well you get on, and try not to get caught."

"Thanks Rae!" The child told her cheerily and wrapped her arms around the older woman giving her a quick hug, before she unlocked the door and bolted.

Igraine was as still as a statue. Her face ashen as she replayed what had just happened. Rae. She'd been called Rae. Suddenly her legs collapsed from underneath her and she sat in a pool of satin sobbing on the floor. Lannister's don't act like fools. She could practically hear her father tell her. But that section of her mind was blanked as she felt warm arms wrap around her. The smell of sweat and earth drowned her senses, she found it strangely comforting. She looked up and was surprised to see the emotionless face of Jon Snow. For some reason the tears just came harder and for once she completely lost herself. Her small hands grabbing at the leather of his overcoat. Her shoulders shook with the intensity of her racking sobs. Finally she exhausted herself out and her face was soaked with tears. Jon lifted the girl and placed her in the chair as if she were a ragdoll. He then proceeded to produce a cloth for her to dry her nose and eyes. His almost black eyes reminded her of a wolf, fitting. Slowly she calmed and he stood in front of her, his beady eyes almost observing her, watching and waiting for her to do something.

"I'm sorry. I hadn't meant for anyone to see me like that."

"You don't need to apologise." His blunt voice held no double standards or sweet words, it was honest and true and for some reason this seemed to reassure her.

"I've never been spoken to like that. Let alone, shown such affection."

He nodded in understanding. "Arya's excited to have you here."

"She called me, Rae." Igraine stood up and balanced herself on the window ledge. "No one's ever given me a nickname like that… It's stupid. I know. To get worked up about something so small and insignificant. But she made me feel… Loved. Like… I was a part of her family"

"You will be. Her good-sister."

She just sighed. "Yeah. I bet Robb is thrilled about that."

"Robb's happy…"

"You don't need to lie to make me feel better Jon. I appreciate it… But you don't need to lie."

The man nodded in understanding. No words could help how she was feeling. But a few words to his idiot brother should do the trick.

A/N: Don't be disappointed! I know there's no Robb appearance but I'm trying to ease it in ;) Don't forget to review! I love to hear your opinions! :)