"Robb, what happened?" I asked slowly.

"They're all leaving me," he said quietly, avoiding my gaze. "My father, my sisters, Bran, Jon… Father is taking Bran and the girls to King's Landing. Jon is going to the Wall. They're all leaving me."

His voice hung on that word: me. I exhaled, my heart sinking further into my chest. Just looking at him, seeing how lost he seemed, all of the anger dissipated, and I just wanted him to not be hurt. I walked towards him and sat facing him. I wrapped a hand around his knee to lean against his leg. With the other, I took his hand away from his head, holding onto it and hoping it would force him to look at me.

"Robb, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"Father just told me. It was decided last night…I don't think the girls and Bran know yet, but they will soon. I—I didn't think they would all go, or maybe Jon would stay if they left." He finally met my eyes with such confusion, "I don't understand why I have to lose all of them."

I reached free hand out to his cheek. "Your father must have incredible faith in you if he's taking them and letting Jon leave, leaving us and your mother and Rickon."

Robb swatted the idea away with his free hand, so I grabbed that one too.

"He does. He is so proud of you. I would not be surprised if he sends for your mother and Rickon in the next few months. You will lead with strength and honesty in his stead. It does not make any of this easier, but he believes you can do this. And, if it is worth anything, I believe you can do this."

Robb looked at me anew, surprise etched in his raised eyebrows, "Even after last night?"

"We will fight. I will want to throw things at you. You will yell, and then, we will get passed it."

"I was so angry with Jon, and when you tried to put rationality behind it, it just made me feel like a fool for feeling."

"I suppose that wasn't very fair. I took some time shooting targets and screaming before I came to the realization that Jon was just trying to be a man grown. You needed time to react too and rationalize later. I just wanted to get you there faster."

"Remind me not to make decisions when I"m angry."

"I will," I answered with a small smirk.

Robb cocked his head to the side; his blue eyes starting to fill with a little more life, "What?"

"You won't listen while you're angry."

Robb chuckled, "Maybe one day."

I leaned forward, resting my head against his, "We will miss them, but we will be okay. I'm sure of it."

Robb leaned forward with his lips, pushing them against mine. Along with it, he pushed some of the frustration, passion, and emotion that had been pulsing through him. I returned it, but only for a minute before Grey Wind pushed his head between our chests.

"Damn it," Robb grinned, unable to contain his laughter despite the irritation.

The direwolf offered a pathetic sort of apology, licking his face and then mine.

"Not the same," I replied, looking at the wolf. I could not help but pat Grey Wind's head, though.

"Everyone will be leaving for the Great Hall by now," Robb stated.

"We had better go too."

I only realized then that we had never actually apologized. We explained ourselves, but we never said we were sorry. I let the thought slip away, wondering if it made any difference since we felt better, and as I took Robb's arm, I held it a little tighter than usual.

Somehow, he seemed to walk taller tonight. I peered at him, amazed at how not long before he sat confused, head in hands, and now, he was resolute and focused. Robb raised a curious eyebrow at me, noticing my interest.

When he turned his head, I stood on my toes and kissed him. I was off balance, but Robb pulled me to him, holding me against his body. He lifted me just off the ground and pushed me against the wall.

I ran my hand through his curly hair, grabbing hold of it as he opened my mouth with his tongue. Robb pushed his body against mine, running his hands along my sides, stopping at my hips, he angled me more aggressively towards him as his thumbs traced small circles just inside my hipbones, sending waves of desire through me.

I wanted little more than for him to pull up my dress and have me there. Robb seemed to feel the same as he grew harder against me. To hell with the regal acting Lord and Lady of Winterfell I thought.

"Robb, Ana!" Sansa exclaimed in horror before anything more could happen.

We stopped kissing with Robb letting out a frustrated groan. He pushed away slightly, but kept his body turned towards me as he looked over his shoulder. The crowned prince stood with Sansa; he had a look of interest, which made my stomach utterly sour.

Robb's eyes stared icy daggers at the boy. A flash of nervousness passed across Joffrey's face while Sansa just looked mortified. I put my hand on Robb's shoulder, bringing him back to me. I glanced down to make sure it would not be embarrassing for him to walk to the Great Hall. Apparently, Sansa's interruption and the hatred that was now surging through Robb had sufficiently killed the moment.

"We should go to supper. They will be missing us soon," I added.

"The Others take them," Robb replied.

He let out a sigh and offered his arm to follow Sansa and Joffrey, who walked silently a few paces ahead. I exchanged glances with Robb, both of us thinking but not saying aloud how glad we were Joffrey would be gone soon. Sansa, however, I would miss.

Despite her fanciful dreams and obsession with courtly knights, she was a sweet girl, who truly seemed to care about her elder brother and me. I cared for her as well. I wanted her to meet a handsome lord, who would treat her well and make her happy. Seeing her with Joffrey left me uneasy. I could not trust him, and for a few moments, I thought how nice it would be if my father had pushed for a union between her and Willem.

I coughed to cover my laugh, suddenly trying to imagine the two of them together. He would be kind and take care of her, but he was far too crass, too caught up in himself– not to mention the fact that someone would need to take a strong hand with Will to reign him. Sansa would not be that woman.

We sat down to supper, and as I looked down the table, I determined that everyone must know. Ayra poked at her food, her eyes listless and downcast. Bran's eyes kept darting around the table, looking from one person to another, excited to tell them that he would be riding a real horse along the King's Road.

"Oh Ana, you and Robb must be thrilled. You will be Lord and Lady of Winterfell!" Sansa cried with enthusiasm.

"To be Lord of this place," Joffrey said with disdain.

He was quiet enough that Sansa did not seem to hear him, but Robb and I certainly did. He looked towards Robb, whose face darkened significantly. I saw Robb make a fist with his hand, digging his nails into his palm, and after a moment, Robb returned an easy, confident grin that sent Joffrey's brow into a quizzical expression.

"To be Lord of this place," Robb repeated with pride, his eyes challenging Joffrey.

The crowned prince hesitated, looking away from Robb. My husband's lips curled up into a smirk, his eyes almost playful as they glanced at me and then at Theon, who smirked as well.

"You will do so well in Father's stead!" Sansa exclaimed.

"I don't know why I can't stay," Arya added with disappointment.

Tommen spoke up with a smile, "You will like King's Landing. It is warm and bright—"

"—I like the cold," Arya returned quickly.

"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. "Take care with your words. The royal family is very gracious to take us."

"Yes, indeed," Joffrey added, looking disgusted by Arya.

Sansa glanced at Joffrey and blushed. The poor girl was mortified that her beloved prince saw such behavior from her family tonight. Arya's eyes hardened as her chin started to jut out. I could see Jeyne ready to call her horseface, so I quickly spoke up.

"You may come to like King's Landing. Even though I miss the plains, I now love Winterfell. It feels like home to me. Perhaps you will feel the same there," I added.

Arya raised her eyebrows, looking at me with boredom. I shrugged but quietly reminded myself that I would try to speak with Lord Eddard about Arya. She seemed in a much better mood after an archery lesson; it might help her adjust.

"I'm excited to ride down the King's Road. What an adventure!" Bran added enthusiastically.

I smiled at him as he and Tommen began to discuss the excitement of the journey although Joffrey was quick to point out that Tommen hardly saw anything from carriage. His entry into the conversation pushed Robb, Theon and I to our own conversation.

"He's an ass," Theon said under his breath.

"That is a statement coming from you," I commented.

Robb chuckled. Theon looked relatively unimpressed, but shrugged his agreement.

"I can't wait until he's gone," Robb added.

I took a quick glance towards the girls, my stomach taking a slight turn.

"I'm just worried about Sansa," I said softly.

Robb looked at me softly before turning his eyes to his sister. His brow creased with worry.

"She'll be fine. Your father won't let a thing happen to her," Theon returned, brushing it off.

I hoped he was right.