Song: With or Without You by U2 (one last cheesy Fianna/Robb song?)
Fianna
Eerily, as the Twins loomed in their sight with Grey Wind and Chroi trotting ahead of the party, Chroi let out a lone howl into the cool air. It sent chills down Fianna's spine, and made her grip the reigns of her horse tighter.
They would only have to suffer through this ordeal for a few short days, she told herself over and over. Then they would make their move, with the Frey army at their back.
Robb looked over and smiled encouragingly at her as the gates were being rolled down to allow them entrance, they waited patiently. But Fianna was far from patient at that moment, only being able to force a half smile in response at Robb.
"Remember," Catelyn murmured to them, her horse coming up alongside of Robb's, "eat and drink when you get inside before discussing anything. The guest right will be invoked, and he cannot harm us."
Fianna and Robb nodded in agreement, fully intending to be under the guest right's protection before any wedding were to be held.
As they entered the stronghold, they dismounted their horses and walked slowly, close together, towards the great hall where they were being led.
Fianna felt itchy - eyes were fixed on the young King and Queen from all over the castle and were full of judgement and resentment.
They were led to the great hall, and the second Fianna laid eyes on the old Walder Frey, she was sure he would be the subject of a future nightmare. There wasn't a hint of kindness in his aged face, his expression didn't change when they entered nor did he greet them.
Fianna stood close to Robb, feeling entirely uncomfortable when she noticed the eyes of Walder Frey's sons, who were standing to the side, all fixed on her.
A servant approached them with a plate of bread and salt, the plate was then passed around to each of the guests - sealing them under the protection of the guest right.
"They wouldn't poison the salt, would they?" She whispered to Edmure under her breath, he only looked back to her with a dull expression showing he wouldn't be surprised if they did.
"You said that after I ate it on purpose didn't you?" Arya hissed under her breath at Fianna, only stopping because Catelyn shot her a deadly look.
"My honoured guests," Walder spoke finally as Fianna, albeit with some hesitation, dipped the bread in salt and popped it in her mouth, "be welcome within my walls and at my table."
The bread was passed around all of the Stark party and then to Walder himself, who continued, "I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the seven."
"We thank you for your hospitality, my lord," Robb called out to him. Fianna could hear the tone in his voice, he was so desperate for this to go successfully.
When Walder Frey didn't reply, only looked at him expectantly, Robb decided to begin to execute his terms of the agreement, "I have come to offer my apologies, my lord. And to beg your forgiveness. I was not aware of a previous betrothal, I can assure you."
Walder, much like his sons, didn't look like he believed that.
"Don't beg my forgiveness, your grace," he replied dryly, "it wasn't me you spurned, it was my girls."
His words implied that he wasn't accepting Robb's word that he was unaware of a betrothal, perhaps he didn't believe there was an original betrothal at all.
With his wrinkled, age-spotted hands, he weakly gestured for the Frey girls surrounding him to approach Robb and stand in line.
They weren't all as bad as the rumours, Fianna noted. She imagined most of them would be quite pretty if they were cleaned up, they all looked dirty instead of ugly, which was probably why many said they were. The look of misery on their faces can't have helped matters.
Edmure looked eagerly at each of them, wondering which one was to be his bride, wondering which one was the prettiest.
"They're not that bad," Fianna whispered under her breath to him, but he didn't seem so sure.
"One of them was supposed to be Queen," Lord Walder called out mockingly, "now none of them are."
He began to call out the names of each individual girl, all of their which were rather peculiar, but Fianna was the first of her name in the seven kingdoms so she couldn't judge.
When he got to his twin granddaughters, he crudely suggested that Robb could have chosen both if it pleased him. Edmure shook his head in disgust, they were mere children. This creature was the man that would soon become his good father.
An awkward moment occurred where Walder couldn't remember the name of the second last girl, throwing out suggestions such as "Walda and Waldina." The girl embarrassingly replied her name was 'Marie' and Fianna and Arya immediately covered their mouths to hide their amusement. How could he have mixed her name up so much?
"And here's my youngest daughter," he reached the smallest and youngest finally, "Shiree. Though she hasn't bled yet, clearly you don't have the patience for all that."
Fianna's hands balled into fists at her side at this and Robb's jaw clenched in disgust, the girl was a child, younger than Arya.
"None of them were named Roslyn," Edmure commented to Fianna in confusion, was she so hideous she couldn't even be on display?
"My ladies," Robb replied after a silent moment, "all men should keep their word. Kings, most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you. And any man would be lucky to have any one of you. I did what I did not to slight you, but because I discovered I was already betrothed to another, by the wishes of my late father. I know these words cannot set right the wrong I have done to you, and your house. I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends."
Walder smirked in amusement, sarcastically lifting his hands and giving Robb a slow clap. The more he spoke, the less Fianna trusted him and the more she wanted to leave this godforsaken castle.
"Very good," he answered, and with almost hungry eyes, he turned his sights to Fianna. "There she is. Come closer, let me have a look at you."
Fianna reluctantly moved forward, leaving the safety of Robb's side as she took three steps forward. Robb's grip tightened on the hilt his sword as he noted Walder's expression.
"Still can't see you!" He called, leaning forward for emphasis. "Old eyes."
He thought himself a funny man, to be certain.
Fianna's nose wrinkled and she looked back to Robb for approval, he stiffly nodded his head to her to encourage her to move. At that moment she wanted to do anything but, the nausea she experienced in the mornings had started to decrease as her pregnancy progressed but she could feel that bit of bread about to come back up and it had nothing to do with the babe inside of her.
She took multiple steps forward this time until she was close to the steps leading to Walder's seat, respectfully she bowed to him, and tried to ignore the beady eyes of his sons who were practically licking their lips for the young queen.
Lord Walder took one glance over her body, her eyes meeting his defiantly and refusing to be intimidated. She was a Queen. She could do this. He leaned back in his seat and smiled again.
"Love. That's what the Starks of Winterfell call it, eh?" He chuckled and everyone bristled. "Very honourable! I call it a pretty face, mhm, very pretty."
"Thank you, my lord," Fianna politely replied, grinding her teeth to hide her disgust.
"Prettier than this lot that's for sure, very shapely as well! Did you think you were hiding her under that armour? If you wanted to hide her, you shouldn't have brought her here at all."
Robb was beginning to agree. He really shouldn't have brought Fianna here, especially with her current condition.
"I can always see what's going on beneath a woman's clothes," he leaned in to look at her closer, "or in the Queen's case, a suit of armour. Been at this a long time. I bet when you take that breastplate off, everything stays right where it is. Doesn't drop an inch."
Robb inhaled deeply to calm himself, while Brynden himself was beginning to feel protective of his great niece, the two wanting to cover her from his stare.
"Your husband tells me he betrayed me for love, my queen," he addresses her directly, and Fianna shook her head.
"A previous betrothal, my lord."
"One that neither you nor him were aware of? I find that funny. I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit," he smiled smugly, knowing it was going to cause a reaction.
Robb opened his mouth to speak and moved to step forward, he was ready to drag Fianna back behind him and bury his sword into Lord Walder's belly. But Catelyn, knowing her son would react, swiftly threw her arm out to stop him.
"And I can respect that! I've heard the rumours about three generations of Bua girls now, each one as pretty as the last. Very fertile too, from what I hear." The way his eyes were fixed on Fianna when he said it, she was almost sure he knew. But there was no possible way he could have, unless Robb had told anyone. "I happen to be quite the same, as you can tell." He lifted his arms and gestured to his many offspring.
"When I was your age," he continued, "I'd have broken fifty oaths to get into that without a second thought. Well I've enough room in the hall for you lot, we'll set up tents outside for the rest of your men with food and ale."
Fianna quickly returned to Robb's side and immediately he reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly and she knew at that moment that he was angry.
"Thank you, my lord," he practically spat out, his teeth ground together.
"Now, the little princess," he beckoned towards Arya and Fianna automatically stood in front of her, blocking her from his gaze. Noting the stiff reactions from each of the guests, he continued, "she's betrothed to my boy, is she not?"
Robb, Catelyn and Fianna's hearts stopped automatically. They were so preoccupied with Edmure's betrothal, they never considered that the betrothal between Arya and Walder's son would still be in place from the original agreement.
"That was part of the original agreement, my lord," Catelyn broke her silence, her knuckles were white from squeezing her hands together so hard.
"What's he talking about?" Arya murmured in a panicked tone to Fianna, who could only look to her with sad eyes in response.
"So, I just gave you my armies the first time to fight for months for nothing then?" He was a bitter man, she thought, that he would use this against them as further penance for the broken betrothal.
"With respect, my lord, Arya is but a child. The original agreement has been broken, and therefore her betrothal as well," Robb spoke out, his grip squeezing on Fianna's hand.
Arya's face had gone white, she had been entirely unaware of the agreement and they had originally been so preoccupied with the war and getting her back, they never considered what would happen if she were returned to them.
"Fond of breaking betrothals are you, your grace?" Walder asked in a harsher voice, growing increasingly irritated by each passing moment.
"She's just a child," Fianna's voice cut through, staring directly at him with a look of disgust and hatred.
"I can allow that betrothal to wait until she's older. We have enough of a wedding now to plan," not giving them a chance to reply to that, Lord Walder stood and clapped his hands once.
"Well let's get ready, the wine will flow red and the music will play loud and we'll put this mess behind us."
Fianna didn't know if it was his tone or his demeanour, or the eerie feeling she felt creep up her spine. But she doubted very much that Lord Walder was about to put this behind him.
They walked silently as they were led toward the chambers assigned to each of them. Arya was distant, and by the set of her lip and the fierceness of her gaze she was absolutely rife with anger. Understandably.
So when the servant had pointed out each room Arya, Catelyn and Robb and Fianna together were staying in, which was all close together, they trio piled into Arya's room following after her.
"I can't believe you've done this!" She erupted after they shut the door, she was practically seething with anger and it wasn't hard to understand why.
"Arya, we had no choice at the time-" Catelyn tried to soothe her, approaching her youngest daughter carefully.
"No choice?! Just like Robb had 'no choice' but to marry Fianna?!" She was yelling now, the most emotion they had seen from her since her return. "Edmure has to suffer because of your mistakes, but I won't be forced to marry a Frey just because you want to win a war!"
"To avenge our father!" Robb retorted, his voice getting louder too.
"If you wanted to avenge our father you would have attacked King's Landing already, Sansa is still there and you're doing nothing!"
"Arya," Fianna spoke in a calm voice, guilt rushing through her even though she wasn't the one to agree to the deal, "I won't let him marry you off to his son. He said he's willing to give it time, we can work something out before then-"
"Did you know about this?" Arya asked in a hollow voice, looking at her with eyes full of distrust.
"I..." Fianna began, sighing before admitting, "I forgot. I honestly did, I would never have let you come here with us if I remembered."
Arya shook her head, looking absolutely crushed with betrayal.
"Get out."
"Arya, I'll fix this I will-" Robb started but was immediately cut off by Arya letting out a shout.
"GET OUT!" Robb jumped at how loud her voice was and nodded his head grimly, turning and leaving the room and taking Fianna with him. Catelyn stayed, desperate to comfort her daughter but she received the same response.
There, in the hallway outside of her room, they stood silently, absolutely ashamed.
"She won't marry the Frey boy," Catelyn swallowed hard.
"She shouldn't have to," Fianna replied softly, Arya and Fianna were as close as sisters and she felt every bit as guilty.
"I won't let her, I've ruined Edmure's life. I can't ruin hers too," Robb spoke sadly before turning and going towards their assigned chambers, to wallow in guilt.
Arya
She was so angry she was close to tears. The second she arrived at the Twins, Arya's intuitions were begging her to turn around and leave again. She wish she had listened.
Arya almost wished she had never met Fianna at Harrenhal, she missed her mother and brother dearly but returning to them only set in stone a betrothal she never thought she'd be forced into. Much less by her King brother.
She never wanted to marry, all she wanted to do was be a warrior. Her father had told her that one day she would be wed to a Lord, the thought of it had made her nauseous. The thought of marrying a measly Frey boy, made her homicidal.
A knock sounded against her door, which she promptly ignored. It was either Robb, her mother or Fianna and she didn't wish to talk to any of them at the moment.
Despite the fact Arya had ignored the knock, the door opened anyway and in entered Fianna, a remorseful look on her face.
"Go away," Arya immediately warned, seated at the window seat she stared out at the Stark camp, who were settling in.
"No," Fianna refused, much to her annoyance. Arya's head whipped around to glare at her good sister.
"I said, go away," she spoke again, but Fianna only approached her and sat on next to her on the window seat. "You must be deaf."
"I must be," Fianna conceded, smiling softly.
"If you're here to convince me-"
"No, I'm not here to do that. I'm here to see if you're okay," Fianna moved to place her hand on Arya's arm, but the younger girl quickly shrugged out of her reach.
"I'm fine, now piss off," Fianna sighed, running a hand through her long hair in frustration. Arya began to study her then when she was sure Fianna was looking out the window. Sansa would love her, she thought.
Arya always thought Fianna was alike with herself, being a sword-wielding warrior. But she could see now that she was a lot like Sansa too, with long, shiny hair and a pretty face. Fianna even changed into a dress for the wedding, one that her sister would die to even touch. From the waist up, it was skin-coloured and covered in red lacy flowers, from the waist down, fell folds of red silk that swished when she walked. Even the very crown on her head looked as rich as Joffrey's because it was on her head, Sansa would love her indeed.
"I'm not going to the wedding," she told Fianna stubbornly.
"Why? It's for Edmure, he'll consider it an insult if you don't attend."
"No he won't, he'll be jealous and wish he could skip it himself," Arya muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have a... feeling."
"A feeling?" Fianna looked to her with scrunched eyebrows.
"I have a bad feeling about this place, and the last time I had this feeling I watched my father get beheaded five minutes later," Fianna's heart clenched at her words, she felt the exact same.
"I know, me too," she replied in a quiet voice.
Looking back out the window, Arya noticed another party of guests arriving.
"Roose Bolton just arrived," she commented, causing Fianna to roll her eyes.
"Well now I feel even worse," she drily laughed, causing Arya to look at her this time.
"What do you mean?"
Fianna bit her lip, debating on telling her. Surely Arya would keep it secret? The girl was wise beyond her years and she herself had a bad feeling about their stay at the Twins.
"I got a raven from Tiernan, my cousin, a couple of months ago, after he and Ramsay Bolton went to Winterfell," she began, lifting her dress so she could rest her legs on the window seat.
"What did it say?" She asked curiously.
"That.. we shouldn't trust the flayed man," she told her seriously, her eyes looked troubled by this.
"The flayed man as in the Bolton's," Arya realised, blinking rapidly in surprise. "But they're Robb's banner men, and Roose is Robb's right hand man."
"Exactly, if he was to betray us he would know exactly how to hit close to home."
Arya's niggling feeling only grew at this, looking back out the window ominously.
"Are you going to tell Robb?"
"I don't know. If it comes out that Roose isn't a traitor, he'll assume that Tiernan is."
"So you're only protecting your cousin?" Arya asked defensively.
"Well my baby will be born a Stark, we're running out of Bua family members here," Fianna forced a laugh, and it took Arya a few seconds to truly hear what she just said. When she did, she whipped around, her mouth and eyes wide open in shock.
"You're pregnant?" She whispered in shock.
"Yes," she nodded, and despite the eery feeling in the air and the tension between the two, Fianna couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable smile.
"I'm going to be an aunt..." Arya found herself smiling too, and with tears welling in the older girl's eyes, Fianna leaned in and wrapped her arms around Arya tightly.
"I'll get you out of this, don't worry."
Arya was still seated in that same position when her mother and brother burst in later on.
"What do you mean you're not going to the wedding?" Robb asked immediately, to which Arya rolled her eyes at.
"I'm not going to that stupid wedding."
"Arya, the Freys will take this as a slight if you don't go," Catelyn warned her, considerably more calm than her son.
"I don't care what the damned Freys think!" Arya got up from her seat, her talk with Fianna had soothed her somewhat but now she was angry all over again.
"Do you not care about this war, is that it?" Robb asked furiously.
"No! I don't give a damn about this war! You and Joffrey and Stannis are running about like you're the children, not me! I don't care about it I just want to go home!" She bellowed.
"We won't have a home to go home to if we don't win this war, Arya!"
"Robb," Catelyn placed her hand on Robb's arm in an attempt to calm him, but he barely noticed.
"And who's fault is that?! I don't feel safe here, I'm staying in my room!"
"Arya, please," Catelyn stepped toward her, her eyes wide pleadingly. "Just come to the ceremony, you don't have to attend the feast afterward."
"I would have attended the ceremony if you hadn't sold me off like a sheep," she replied, her eyes deadly. She didn't look like a little girl then, she looked like a grown woman.
"What do you mean you don't feel safe here, we've made an alliance with the Freys you're safer here than on the road," Robb ignored her mention of the betrothal.
"You're so blind, Robb, you can't even see that the only people you can trust here is your family, you're a fool."
"A fool?!" He erupted suddenly, his anger matching hers, brother against sister. "How am I a fool just because you have a bad feeling?"
"I'm not the only one who doesn't trust your friends!" She practically spat the word.
"Who else doesn't then? Pray, tell me," he begged sarcastically.
"Your own wife doesn't even trust them!"
This gave him pause, he knew Fianna was weary here but what had she been telling Arya?
"She clearly mustn't trust you either, seeing as she hasn't told you that Roose Bolton is a traitor."
Arya knew why Fianna didn't tell Robb, but at that moment all she wanted to do was hurt him like he had hurt her.
At that moment, with perfect timing, Fianna entered the room.
"What is going on in here? You can hear the shouting all around the Twins," she spoke in a hushed voice.
"What does she mean by 'you haven't told me Roose is a traitor'?" He turned slowly to face her, the second look of betrayal she received today.
Fianna paled at his words, her eyes darting back and forth between him and Arya.
"I- I was going to tell you, I'm just not sure-"
"Tell me what?" His tone was much darker than when he spoke to Arya, and so much more frightening. Fianna swallowed before answering, blinking quickly.
"I got a raven from Tiernan after he went to Winterfell-"
"By the gods Fianna! That was months ago!"
"I know. All it said was that we shouldn't trust the flayed man."
"And you didn't think to tell me that my most trusted advisor might be a traitor?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
"I didn't want to get Tiernan in trouble.. Ramsay Bolton's army is so much larger than his if he invaded Baelfort, we couldn't take another-"
"It's like you don't want me to trust you. Every time I think I can, you give me a reason to think I shouldn't."
"Robb.." she whispered, her eyes prickling as he stormed past her with such speed her hair flicked slightly with the breeze.
Fianna cast her gaze down as Catelyn left too, unable to meet her good mother's eyes. When she looked up and saw Arya looking right at her, the younger girl suddenly felt bad. She should have pushed Fianna to tell Robb herself, she was just so consumed with anger at him she was using anything she could throw at him.
Fianna shook her head in disappointment at Arya before leaving the room too, guilt ravaging both girls.
While the wedding was about to begin, Arya snuck downstairs, making sure to stay out of sight of Fianna and Robb as she fetched Chroi and Grey Wind.
Lord Walder had insisted that those "beasts" were to be kept away, shoved into wooden pens with bars for "his safety".
Robb had obliged, Fianna wasn't happy at all. But at Robb's hand, she agreed. Arya had watched from the window earlier as Fianna sadly locked away her most trusted companion.
Sneaking up to the pens, Arya unlocked the latches on both pens and freed the direwolf and wolfhound, clicking her tongue and patting her leg for them to follow her.
She wished so much in that moment that Nymeria was with them and that she didn't have to force her to leave before, but she knew that was the right thing to do at the time.
Arya led the two animals to her chambers and when they followed her in, she swiftly shut the door. Instantly, she felt safer knowing they were there and able to protect her.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror when she closed and locked the door, and slowly approached the reflective surface.
Her hair had grown longer now, as long as it was when she first went to King's Landing. Her mother had pushed her to grow it to try to force some form of femininity onto her.
She wished she hadn't listened. More than ever, she wished she was Arry. Then the Freys wouldn't want her to marry one of their own. She longed for her old short hair, dirtied appearance and breeches. Even more than all of that, she longed for Gendry and Hot Pie. Arya was so preoccupied with being reunited with her mother she didn't have time to think about them too much. But now she wished they were here, Gendry in particular. He would tease her about the Frey boy, but make her laugh none the less.
In a daze, half sad and half frustrated, she crossed the room and lifted needle into her hand before returning to the mirror and raising it up.
Arya clutched onto half of her hair and began to saw at it. Needle wasn't the sharpest of blades so it didn't cut easily, but eventually the hair began to fall from her head as she chopped at it. She accidentally nicked the side of her head with the blade and let out a grunt of pain as the hair dropped around her shoulders and feet.
When she was done, she was left with hair unevenly and shortly chopped. With the breeches and shirt she already had on, she looked like a boy again. Desperate to further the appearance, she opened the window swiftly and reached her hand out, rubbing it against the stone wall until it was black with dirt and mud. Then, she rubbed it all around her face.
With eyes watering and hands shaking, Arya looked back into the mirror and immediately felt safe again. Now the Frey boy wouldn't want her, no boy would want her because she looked like a boy herself.
SO THIS IS IT. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THEEEEE CHAPTER. I could have put it into this chapter, but seeing as this one is over 5000 words already, I'd rather put Edmure's wedding and feast into one. I really needed this chapter too as a precursor to the next one, Arya hasn't been featured much since she returned to Riverrun and she wasn't with the Starks in the canon red wedding so whether she escapes and lives or dies will also have to be considered and I don't want to rush this. By the way, Fianna's dress for the wedding if any of you watch Reign is the red dress Mary wore, just google 'mary reign red dress' and its the first dress in google images, a red dress for a red wedding of course.
Shannan- Now more than ever I'm excited for everyone to read the next chapter. I love your theories and I always have and it was great to hear your opinion on it, without giving too much away, I will say that whatever happens at the wedding, the story will still be a bit AU from the canon. Some events will stay the same, some will change. You will definitely know in the next chapter what direction I'm taking it in and I hope to god you like it!
Guest(1) - I absolutely love Robb's character I have to agree with you, and Richard Madden is an absolute angel himself. With that said, I will say that no matter what (if she survives that is) Fianna isn't going to end up with Jon. This is a Robb/OC story and I intend to honour that completely. I have this planned to the absolute end and I know you're all probably distrustful of what I'm about to do, but I hope you all will like it anyway because I think it's a new direction for a GoT story that hasn't been approached yet. And oh my godddddd Robb's death and the mutilation of his body made me CRY. Especially that shot in the show of Arya waking up and seeing his body and a wolf's head being carted about it's absolutely traumatising. Can't wait for you to read the next chapter I hope you like this one and the next x
RoseAmeliaSarahNoblePond- That is so incredibly sweet and flattering to me that you'd continue to read my OC if Robb died! It's the next chapter now where you'll know for sure what's going to happen in this book and I reallllly hope you like it! (Well as much as you can like it, we can all establish its going to be a brutal chapter)
S- that's perfectly fine if you'd stop reading it, it was simply a question to ask people because I was interested to hear their responses.
Guest(2) - Thank you so so much and thank you for reviewing! I hope you liked this chapter!
Sucuri- That's sooo incredibly flattering to hear, it really makes me feel like I wrote a strong character if you'd read it with or without Robb. Thank you so much!
Qwind - Just one more chapter and you'll get to see what happens! Thank you! I absolutely love the Blackfish he's a bloody legend
purple-pygmy-puff16 - it's totally okay if you were to stop reading if Robb died! I myself would struggle to continue a story if the character I started reading it for died, whatever happens I can promise you from here on out it WILL be different to the show, whether he lives or dies. I can't wait for you to see what happens next!
RHatch89 - thank you! I hope you like what direction Robb and Fianna go when it happens!
Guest(3) - no promises! His death absolutely destroyed me on the show I still cry over the red wedding!
Guest(4) - I completely agree. Robb was done so dirty and then changing Jeyne Westerling to Talisa didn't even help. That's why I wanted to write this story to develop Robb more as a character, especially since he's so forgotten about now a few seasons later. Thank you for thinking that Fianna is an amazing character! I hope you will like the direction I take it in but of course if you don't and didn't want to read it I would totally understand that too x
reaganrose115- THE NEXT CHAPTER, ITS GOING DOWN. IM YELLING TIMBER.
jean d'arc - I can't make any promises, unfortunately! But I can promise that this red wedding will go down slightly different to the one in the show/book
Guest(5) - my heart, I've spent so many nights reading until my eyes were blurry and to know someone is doing that to my story… AGH. I really hope you're enjoying it, whenever you get to read to this chapter and see this!