A/N: Hello Everyone! Sorry this chapter has taken so long and is so short. The creative juices have not been flowing. Still trying to get moved in and work has become a nightmare in the last 3 weeks. I don't know about you but I am sooooo excited for the new season of GOT so I hope this tides you over until that starts. I hope to have a new chapter up before. Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Seven

The sun sank for the fourth day of the seventh week as Robb walked to his window. He stared at the large, orange orb as it began to change colors. He knew that Nyra knew would not be back for awhile, but he had no raven. She swore that she would send on when she reached Kings Landing. He longed to go after her, but there had to be a Stark in Winterfell. He didn't want to leave an unstable castle to Rickon. He left it like this to Bran once, and it had cost him more than he was willing to pay again.

The sun was almost gone now as he walked toward the fire. He knew he had to focus on something or he would go crazy. Winterfell was rebuilding, the people were supporting him, but winter was still coming. The days had grown shorter in the last week. He hoped that his people would have a chance to get a harvest in. It most likely was not going to happen now. He stared at the flame for a long time when the door suddenly opened.

Robb turned in hopes of seeing his new Maester. It was only one of the guards. The young man did seem out of breath though.

"My lord," he started, taking a deep breath. "There is a young boy wishing an audience with you."

Robb stared at the knight. "A young boy?"

The knight nodded. "Yes. He claims that he has information about your younger sister."

Robb felt his heart jump into his throat. He didn't even reach for his sword as he ran down the stairs. The stones on the wall and the stairs were still black in places. The women had been trying to clean it for almost a month. Robb put a stop to it. It would fade in time. It only added more character to the walls. He reached the great hall and stopped. There was a young boy standing in the middle of the room. He was small and skinny with short hair that was poorly and unevenly cut.

His clothes were ripped, dirty, and covered in mud. Robb walked closer to the young boy. He didn't know why but his heart was banging in his chest. He wanted news on his sisters almost as he did his wife. He walked over to the young boy, who was starting around the room as if he knew the place he stood. He finally turned to Robb. His blue eyes looked strangely familiar.

"Have you eaten, boy?" Robb asked as he moved closer.

The young boy looked at Robb and shook his head. Robb looked at one of the servants. They knew what to do without him saying the words. Robb motioned for a seat.

"Sit," his tone commanded but his voice was soft. "And tell me what you know about my sister."

The young boy took a soft seat that still faced Robb's chair. He still seemed to be looking for something. Robb wondered if he had been running for so long he didn't know what safety looked like anymore.

"She was taken from Kings Landing on the day your father died," the boy started. "A man in black said he would bring her home."

Robb remembered the man. His name had been Yoren. There were rumors that he died on the road back from Kings Landing. Robb didn't know what happened to the ones that were with him.

"I heard he was attacked on the way back to the wall," Robb stated.

The boy nodded. "A few of us got away."

Robb started to say something when a servant walked with a tray of food and some warm ale. The servant handed the boy the platter. The boy tore into it as if he had not food in months. It was then that Robb noticed something. The way the boy ate. Everything about him seemed so familiar. Waves of memories suddenly crashed over Robb. He should have seen it before now.

"What is your name, boy?"

The boy looked up at him for a long time. "I don't have a name anymore."

Robb looked at him for a long moment. "Then what do they call you?"

"I have been called a lot of things."

Robb started to say something when the door at the back of room opened. Grey Wind walked into the room. He started at first toward Robb and then turned to the young man. He growled a little and then walked closer to the boy. The growled suddenly turned into a happy bark. They boy seemed shocked at first but then reached out and touched the wolf. Robb stared at him for a moment, but then knew that all his thoughts had been confirmed.

"You don't fear direwolves?" Robb asked.

The boy looked up at Robb and smiled. "I used to have one."

Robb rushed from his chair and grabbed the boy. Only it wasn't a boy. The boy he held was the only thing he thought he lost. It was Arya Stark. It took him a long moment to realize it until she ate. He held her tightly to his chest, stroking her short hair.

"Where have you been?" Robb was fighting back tears.

Arya held her oldest brother tightly. She buried her face into his tunic. She had been away so long that she had forgotten what the true North smelled like. Robb only held her tighter. To hold another member of his family felt like this made tears well up in his eyes. Arya looked up at him.

"Where is Nyra?" Arya asked suddenly.

Robb sat his sister down and gave her a long look. He didn't really know how to answer that. He wished that he could tell her that she was up in her room resting or out riding, but that was not the case.

"She rode South to get Sansa," he finally admitted.

Arya looked at him for a long time. Robb had grown up. He had lines around his mouth and eyes. Battle had lightened his place in place. There were even little wisps of gray.

"If she went South, I should have passed her," Arya thought out loud.

"I don't know when she would have passed you. She has been gone for several weeks now."

Arya caught the worry in his tone. She should have passed Nyra. However, Nyra probably wasn't hiding. She was free to walk the roads and not worry. Arya had stayed off the road as much as possible, hiding in the bushes and other places.

"What about Bran and Rickon?" Arya asked.

Robb turned to his sister. She was still skinny with a long face, but she had grown so much in her mind. She learned to survive and make it all the way home. He reached down, touching her face.

"Rickon is at Lord Umber's," Robb sighed and walked over to the window. He stared out at the snows that had begun to fall. "But we haven't' found Bran yet."

"Is the war over?"

Robb turned to his sister. How could explain all of this to her? The war would probably never be over. His men had stepped back and out for awhile. The Lannisters made enough enemies that the Starks could step back now. Robb had his own things to think about. His child was the first thing on his mind and Nyra. He still hated that he let Nyra go South.

"The war may never be over, but the Lannisters have turned their attention to Robert's brothers, so I came home to take back the North."

Arya started to say something else, and Robb quickly cut her off. "Let's get you a bath."

Arya started to protest, but she had not had a bath is so long she had forgotten what cleanliness felt like. She watched her brother as she walked from the room. She saw the worry etched on his face. Robb was never one to just stay and let other people do his battles for him. As Arya walked into the hallway, one of the guards men ran into the room. Arya started to stay, but the woman pulled her along. She pulled free and started to listen.

"What do you mean?" Robb yelled. "He's dead?"

Robb's voice was suddenly soft again, but there was an edge to it. She inched a little closer to hear what was going on. The guards man started talking lower as if what he said was very important. Arya strained to hear him. She wondered who had died that it required whispers.

"Then Nyra is riding to King's Landing for nothing," Robb said. "Send a raven to her."

The guardsman suddenly got a very stricken look. He swallowed hard. Robb turned to him quickly. Arya inched forward to hear him. The man moved forward and whispered something softly that only Robb could hear. Out of nowhere, Robb fell to his knees. He was fighting for his breath. He ripped at his cloak just to be able to catch his breath.

"Your grace," the man said, reaching for him.

"Let me go!" Robb croaked out. "It's not true."

"Your Grace, there has been no word from her and she has not been seen by any of our out riders."

"LEAVE ME!" Robb roared suddenly as he knocked table display near him to piece.

Arya thought that he was talking of their mother. Then, she thought about her older sister. She had not thought of Sansa in a long time. She wondered if she was even still alive. But Robb's reaction was too severe to be either one of them. It was his wife, the woman he loved. Nyra was dead. Arya thought of saying a little prayer for her brother's broken heart. However, the only words that came out of her mouth were cold and unfeeling.

"Anyone can be killed."