A/N: This is a special chapter for Georgia and Jersey. ;D Jersey has been sending me death threats and Georgia saved Robb from my messed up head. I hope you enjoy this you bitchfaces ;D 3 Also I'm so excited about the ending cos' this is what's gonna' progress the whole story onto the next few episodes. The timelines a bit messed up but I'm going to start it back up to get to regular timing; Its kinda around the time when Robb Stark would have been King In The North atm. So the timelines are a bit fucked, but it's cool. I can work with it. :D

The air was thick with all things that went unsaid. Robb's icy blue eyes seemed to cloud over as he processed this new information. An errant tear ran down Igraine's face, raising his hand he caught it on his finger tip.

"I've never told anyone that."

"Not even your brothers?"

"No. I suppose Tyrion knew. But there was little that could be done. It's my fault he died."

"No." Robb's steel voice rang throughout the air. "It was Cersei's actions and Cersei's alone."

"But—"

"There are no buts. There is nothing you could have done to prevent it."

Slowly she composed herself; a warm sensation filled her gut. An emotion she couldn't quite name. Hesitantly she leaned forward and joined her soft lips to his. He wrapped a hand around her hips, bringing them closer.

"I don't know why I feel like this. But I know I can trust you." She whispered her forehead still resting on his.

"You can. Now and forever."

"Now and forever." She repeated after him, when she dropped her hold on the furs that wrapped around her shoulders, she merged their lips once more. To give herself and trust, this was a whole new concept, but that fear; that looming fate that she could end up as resentful and bitter as Cersei spurred her on. She lifted his sleeping shirt over his head, this time taking her time to run her hands over his muscled bare chest. They parted once more as he lifted her sleeping shift off of her body. Once again the pair fused together. This time there was no other name on his lips but 'Rae'.

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Igraine woke leisurely stretching; her face was snuggled into her husband's neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around her embracing her bare body against his own. She watched as his chest rose and fell in an almost entrancing motion. Slowly raising her hand she slowly ran her fingers over the bare flesh of his chest, she'd never been this close to a man and she couldn't help her curiosity. Though it seemed her soft touch had woke him because he cracked open one blue eye and smiled at her. Slowly moaning sleepily he buried his face in what little hair she had left and tightened his grip on her waist. Igraine smiled happily; for once in her life since Gwaine she finally felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. Here in Robb's arms. She just felt… right.

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After slowly dressing the couple were ready to break their fast. Robb surprised Igraine when he pulled out her seat for her. For which she kindly smiled and thanked him for before seating beside gloomy Bran; from what she could tell Jon had carried him here himself. The whole table was emerged in conversation. Verging from content Arya, to a heart broken Sansa. Theon Greyjoy was chuckling along with Jon and Robb while Catelyn and Ned had their own discussion. Bran and she were the only silent ones among them.

Looking over she smiled sadly at him.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll never shoot a bow and arrow again." He sighed pointing at his legs.

"Who said that?" Rae asked furrowing her brow.

"Nobody… I just know."

"Well. Have you heard of the Dothraki?"

He nodded his eyes following her as his brow creased in concentration as he shadowed her every word.

"Boys of their Khalasar learn to shoot from horseback from the age of ten. If that saddle my brother planned actually works, you could learn to do as such. Then you'd stand as tall as any knight."

His smiled beamed on his face, as he grinned at her; A new hope had been restored into the boy and he couldn't wait for his saddle to be completed.

"How is it you know of the dothraki?" Catelyn asked smiling at the young woman; her grievances were with her family not the girl.

"I'd read in the library for hours in Casterly Rock, When I could sneak away from my septa that is." She told the older woman smiling fondly at her memory of Jaime helping her run rampant around the enormous castle creating havoc.

She smiled fondly at the girl regaling herself in front of her. She looked to her son and watched as Robb appeared entranced by the girl. Watching her every movement. She was young once. She knew that they were beard burn and kissing tracks left on the girls neck and in all honesty she was over-joyed their marriage was working for them.

"Mother, Father. I would like to beg leave for myself and my wife." Robb told his parents as he stood once both had finished.

"Of course." Ned Stark nodded, his body still frail from his time spent in the dungeons and the infection of his leg taking hold.

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"Horse Riding?" She asked smiling. She'd never met anyone not even knights who rode for fun. They claimed the beast was for battle and travel. That was all.

Robb went to help her mount. Though she skipped straight past him and pulled herself up onto the back of her horse, Luna. Unhurriedly prodding the horse forward she ploughed through the town and eventually the forest before once again she emerged out of the tree line. She could hear the hooves of her mounted husband following closely behind. Soon it became a race and she turned abruptly to try and out maneuverer him, though the race was unevenly matched (He'd known this forest as a child) This being said, didn't mean that Igraine's nimble form didn't help spur on Luna because of this they were neck to neck, neither conceding. In a last effort she spurred Luna on once more and she leapt over a fallen branch and won the competition. Slowly bringing her stallion to a halt she dismounted without any aid, and walked forward still holding the reins and stroked the snowy mare's snout.

"That was very impressive!" He told her tying his reins around a tree as he took his gloves off and secured them over his belt. "I'm not easily impressed."

"Neither am I." She told him smiling angelically before scoffing "And I'm not."

Robb's loud gruff chuckle and Igraine's high laughter could be heard throughout the forest. Slowly she sat down spreading out her cloak beneath her. She stared up at the blue sky and closed her eyes, She felt her husband's presence as he lay down beside her, she felt a hesitant hand grasp her own. She closed the distance and held his hand In her own.

"I wish I could just stay here." Igraine whispered into the air full of moisture.

"It's peaceful." Robb agreed

"It's not just that. Everything here is simple and uncomplicated. The grass is what it is. There is no double meaning or deeper reasoning; it just is."

"Tell me more about your childhood." He asked her softly.

"It was lonely." She whispered "Jaime and Tyrion were always too busy to play with me, and Cersei hated me. She nicknamed me murderer"

"Murderer?"

"My mother died during my birth. She's always resented me for it." She told him. "I had no woman's influence or love. The only affection I received was from my brothers, As you can imagine; my father isn't an affectionate man. So I went to the library I did what any child does when their life doesn't meet expectations, I dreamed of another much better one, one I longed to have; Though it never came" She sighed

"What did you dream?" His voice had a hard edge to it, though she couldn't place why.

"To be swept away, to have a mother who cared for me. To have a father that loved me. But most of all I dreamed of meeting someone and going away from that damned castle and having my own children; A huge family no less than six"

"Family? A legion you mean?" She snorted thankful the sombre mood had dissipated. "But alas. You are in luck, I have also dreamed of daughters to cherish and sons to teach."

"Oh." She asked smirking "How many?"

"Six or eight."

"Ouch. That's going to hurt." She chortled. "But I believe it'd be worth it."

He smiled at her and raised his hand to brush a stray strand of gold behind her ear. He grinned joyfully and leaned forward and once again fused their lips together, this time nothing distracted them as they fell content.

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"Father? For what reason have you summoned us?" Robb asked his loud voice booming out over the dining hall. Lady Catelyn, Jon, Robb, Theon Greyjoy and Maester Luwin stood within the hall facing Ned Stark. Rae was hidden behind a door, her ear pressed against it twitching for information.

"This false king cannot be allowed to reign. We must avenge Robert's death and bring this boy-king and his mother to justice. The Lannister's must be made to pay for their actions, time and time again they have courted war and they will receive such." Ned Stark called out his booming voice echoing throughout the hall. "I have called the banner men. We're going to war."

Rae had to fight her gasp. Even though she'd been the one to suggest it, it had still come as a huge shock. She knew now. It was definite. She would have to choose where her allegiances lay ; whether she was a wolf or a Lion. A Stark or a Lannister. One thing was for sure; either way there was going to be hell to pay.

OMIGOD. WHOS SHE GONNA CHOOSE?

That was some cute fluff. ;D I hope you enjoyed it :)

I still don't feel Rae's had her revenge and the Jeyne subject hasn't been discussed, that will arise in the near future.

:D So please review and tell me what you think :)