She slept through most of the journey to Winterfell as it took about half a month to arrive there. Most of the reason why it took so slow to get there was because of Lysa. They wanted the carriage to go slowly so that it wouldn't harm her. After all she was carrying the only living child or children of Jon Arryn. Because her stomach was so big it could indicate that she was carrying more children, perhaps twins.

At first, she had been reluctant to travel to Winterfell as her stomach was so large and the journey would be tedious but she had to go since it was for her sister after all.

As they crossed the bridge at the Twins she swore she would make that sly Walder Frey pay for their extortion. Their toll was ridiculously high for simply crossing a fucking bridge, not to mention that he could take more toll out of them because of their large entourage.

When she saw the castle up close she was amazed by the size. She thought that King's Landing had been big but it was nothing in comparison to Winterfell, or Harrenhal for that matter. The size of the walls and everything was simply amazing. No wonder it was said that giants had helped build Winterfell.

"Lysa!" Cat ran to hug her but stopped as she remembered the bulging stomach.

"Dear sister," Lysa grabbed her hands.

"Lysa, welcome to Winterfell." Brandon flashed a smile.

"Brandon, handsome as always I see."

"Lord and Lady Arryn," Rickard Stark greeted along with Ned Stark and his betrothed Delena Florent.

"Congratulations Ned. I heard from my dear husband that you became the Lord of Moat Bailey. If you ever need help rebuilding the castle just send me a raven."

"Thank you for your offer, Lady Arryn." Ned smiled a little.

"Please call me Lysa Ned. After all, you are going to be part of my family." She glanced at the old man next to Edmure. "Mae govannen Edmure, muindor nin." She took his hands and then turned to their father and greeted him simply.

"Lysa, you weren't japing when you wrote that your stomach was so large. How are you even able to walk?" Edmure stared fascinately at her stomach.

"Well, it doesn't hurt. I thought it would hurt but I can bear it. The female body is an amazing piece of work, you know. Here," she grabbed his hands and put them on her stomach. "Do you feel them?"

"Gods!" He fearfully backed away as if he had done something wrong.

"It's just the children greeting you." Lysa chuckled as she also turned to her sister to let her feel her stomach while Jon was conversing with Ned and Rickard.

Cat escorted her to her guest room to help make her settle down.

"It's such a pity that you can't be my bridesmaid," she pouted and Lysa simply smiled, taking her hand and petting it.

"It's alright. At least I can help you through my singing." Catelyn had wanted a similar wedding to Lysa with a combination of the traditional wedding rituals.

Since there was no Sept in Winterfell Catelyn couldn't marry inside according to her childhood dreams but after Lysa's wedding Catelyn became even more inspired and creative with her wedding. Lysa had been tasked to sing the intro song to the wedding ceremony. She knew the exact song to sing.

Dinner was served and while Lysa and Catelyn taste tested each of the dishes that was suggested for Catelyn's wedding Jon and Ned reminisced about the old time. Lysa could hear them speak about Robert and she heard them speak about Ned racing Robert's illegitimate son as his own while Jon talked a little about Mya Stone, who Lysa only met occasionally. They both had very fond memories of them.

Robert was very loved, and not only by Ned or Jon, but too bad he threw all that love away just to be loved by a woman who would never love him. Although, in one way he might have just gotten his revenge from beyond the grave.

It was very clear to everyone that Lyanna desired to be loved by Rhaegar. However, with the pressure from Cersei's presence and the hate towards her by smallfolk while also being unloved by the very man she chose, the loneliness in The Red Keep had made Lyanna depressed and she was often sick in bed. Lyanna was an amazing swordswoman and could have gone down in history as an amazing warrior but when it came to political wars she was not as well-educated for it. She had already ended up in Cersei's traps several times and made a fool out of herself and in turn, made Rhaegar become more distant with her. Not only was she accidentally tarnishing herself but also her family name. It is easy to blame Lyanna for her own actions but all Lysa sees is a sixteen year-old teenager who had worn her heart on her sleeves and followed her heart without knowing the consequences. Lyanna had no mother who could have taught her the dangers of the world, and about how most love relationships never last. There was no motherly figure in her life that could act as a guide for her decisions in her life.

The stress and depression had already made Lyanna mentally weak but the breaking point was her trial for her crime of treason and infidelity towards Rhaegar. She had been accused of sleeping with one of the kingsguards and plotting to assassinate Aegon Targaryen. While the kingsguard had been executed she had been proven innocent but only because the swordsman who fought for her during the trial of combat was skilled. And so since she knew that she would eventually get killed she decided to run home to Winterfell even if it meant abandoning her own son Aemon Targaryen alone with her enemies.

Lysa saw Lyanna acting the way she used to do in Harrenhal, lively, freely spoken and no wolf in a cage. It seemed that returning home had been the solution for her depression. In one way, Lysa was happy for the teenage girl but she wonders if Lyanna ever does miss Aemon. She must do, since she was a mother, right?

In the middle of the night, while Lysa was sleeping with Jon she woke up with almost unbearable pain.

"Jon!" She yelled his name over and over again.

The man beside her woke up and it took a few seconds for him to understand what was happening.

"Get the midwife!" She yelled and continued to scream in pain.

It was too soon. Her child or children were being born too soon.

God, please help me. Don't let my children die!