CLARISSA winced when she saw the raven be hit by an arrow before it fell dead. Theon walked over to the raven and removed the message it was carrying before walking over to Robb and handing the rolled-up parchment to him.

Robb quickly read the message before informing those around him what was written on the parchment; "It's a birthday message to his grand-niece Walda."

"Or so Walder Frey would have you think," Theon remarked which made Clarissa tell herself not to laugh.

Walder Frey definitely wasn't smart enough to send a secret message disguised as a simple message to his niece.

"Keep shooting them down. We can't risk Lord Walder sending word of your movements to the Lannisters," Lady Stark explained as she looked over at Robb who stood beside her.

"He's Grandfather's bannerman. We can't expect his support?" he asked which caused Lord Umber to scoff; "Expect nothing of Walder Frey and you'll never be surprised."

They were silent for a moment before Lord Umber signalled them; "Look."

Clarissa looked down the hill to see two bannerman riding towards them.

"Father rots in a dungeon. How long before they take his head? We need to cross the Trident and we need to do it now," Robb urged as he felt his wife's hand reach for his and gripped tightly.

"Just march up to his gates and tell him you're crossing. We've got five times his numbers. You can take the Twins if you have to," Theon suggested which Lord Umber disagreed with; "Not in time. Tywin Lannister marches north as we speak.

"The Freys have held the crossing for 600 years, and for 600 years they have never failed to exact their toll," Lady Stark explained making Clarissa fear for what Lord Frey would request from them.

"Have my horse saddled and ready," Robb ordered causing Clarissa's head to turn towards him and stared at him with frowning brows.

"Enter the Twins alone and he'll sell you to the Lannisters as he likes," Lord Umber remarked which Theon added to; "Or throw you in a dungeon. Or slit your throat."

"My father would do whatever it took to secure our crossing. Whatever it took. If I'm going to lead this army, I can't have other men doing my bargaining for me," Robb argued as Lady Stark began forming a plan.

"I agree. I'll go," she spoke which caused the men surrounding to cry out; "You can't!"

"I have known Lord Walder since I was a girl. He would never harm me," Lady Stark justified her plan; looking over at Clarissa who nodded in agreement.

"Unless there was a profit in it," Lord Umber pointed out.

Clarissa didn't speak as she removed her hand from Robb's and walked away from the group. She wanted to be alone but as she was being consistently followed by Lord Umber's man, she didn't get what she desired.

As she entered her tent, she noticed Ella stared down at something in her hand. "What is it, Ella?" she asked her handmaiden who looked over her shoulder at the young princess.

"My lady, when was the last time you bled?" Ella's questioned caused Clarissa to freeze.

Clarissa had been so distracted with running Winterfell and now marching towards King's Landing that she had forgotten that she was a woman. A woman who has missed two of her bleeds.

"By the gods," Clarissa cried out as she lowed herself on the bed; a hand placed over her mouth.

Ella sat next to the princess and wrapped an arm around the princess' shoulders. "I'll go and get the Maester," she informed Clarissa who gave her a faint nod.

Clarissa wasn't sure how long Ella was gone for as she remained seated on the bed; thoughts running through her mind. How hadn't she noticed before? The signs will all there for her to notice. The smell of some cooked meat made her stomach twist in disgust, but she had always brushed it off as something of her imagination.

"My lady," a soft voice broke Clarissa out of her thoughts.

She looked up to see a Maester standing in front of her with a soft smile. "I am Maester Barneby. Your handmaiden has informed me you may be with child. Would you like me to confirm?" Maester Barneby asked; his soft smile never faded.

"Yes please," she nodded to him before he instructed her to lay down.

Once she was on her back, he began pushed into her stomach as he asked her; "When was your last bled?"

"I am not sure. At least two moons ago," she answered; her eyes closing anticipation.

There was silence for a few moments before she felt Maester Barneby's hands move away. "I can confirm you are with child. My guess you are two moons," he informed the princess who sat up and let out a sharp gasp.

Noticing the princess's distress, he placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke; "Everything will be alright, my lady."

His words caused Clarissa to close her eyes and to take a deep breath to calm herself. "Rest, my lady," he instructed the princess who nodded in agreement before laying back down and closing her eyes.

The sun was setting by the time Lady Stark rode back from the Twins. She entered the war tent as she heard Lord Umber speak; "If we do that, they'll never get back across."

Those seated had risen once they saw Lady Stark enter the tent. "Well? What did he say?" Robb asked his mother.

"Lord Walder has granted your crossing. His men are yours, as well," she explained which caused Lord Umber to let out a noise of surprise.

"Less the 400 he will keep here to hold the crossing against any who would pursue you," Lady Stark has finished explained when Robb asked; "What does he want in return?"

"You will be taking on his son Olyvar as your personal squire. He expects a knighthood in good time," Lady Stark informed her son as she looked around the tent and noticed that Clarissa was absent.

"Fine, fine. And?" Robb asked, urging his mother to finished informing him of Lord Frey's demands.

"And Arya will marry his son Waldron when they both come of age," she continued explaining; irritated about her youngest daughter being forced into marrying a Frey of all people.

"She won't be happy about that," Robb stated causing Lady Stark to nod in agreement.

She remained silent with a look of her face that that wasn't the end of Lord Frey's demands.

"And?" Robb asked in confusion causing Lady Stark to let out a soft sigh.

"And he wants your first-born son to marry one of his granddaughters once he is of age," her words caused Robb to freeze.

"I see," was all he could say as thoughts began running through his mind.

Robb remained silence as he thought about Lord Frey's demands. He knew Clarissa would not be happy about their future children already being married off. Especially to a Frey.

"Do you consent?" his mother's question caused him to break from his thoughts.

"Can I refuse?" he asked but he knew the answer to his question.

"Not if you want to cross," Lady Stark informed him.

"Then I consent," Robb answered before leaving the war tent to find his wife.

He had passed Ella who had informed him that Clarissa was resting in their tent. When he entered the tent, Clarissa was seated on the side with her eyes moving to his once she heard him enter the tent.

"Lord Frey has granted us crossing," was all Robb said before sitting down beside his wife.

"What are his demands?" Clarissa asked him; grabbing his hand that was resting on his knee and gripping it tightly.

"His son is to become my personal squire and Arya is to marry his son when they are both of age," Robb paused; unable to bring himself to tell Clarissa all the demands.

"That's not all of his demands, is it?" she asked as she was already fearing the worst.

Robb let out a deep sigh before continuing; "He wants our first-born son to marry one of his granddaughters."

Clarissa let out a shaking breath as she placed a hand over her stomach. "I am sorry," was all he could say as he looked over at Clarissa and noticed her large frightened eyes.

"I received news from the Maester," she spoke causing Robb to stare at her with frowning brows.

She took a deep breath and with her eyes locked on the ground, she uttered; "I'm with child."

"What?" Robb asked in shock; believing his ears had played a trick on him.

Clarissa looked up from the floor to her husband and nodded. "I am. At least two moons," she informed him with a sad smile.

Robb couldn't contain his joy as he placed his hands on Clarissa's jaw and drew her lips to his. "Please don't be lying," Robb begged as he broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm not," Clarissa couldn't contain the smile that broke out on her face as she shook her head.

They shared a smile before their lips joined again in a passionate kiss. The couple continued kissing as they celebrated the news of their growing child. Not even Lord Frey's demand could ruin this joyful moment.