"No! Jaime!" Maya screamed as the soldier held her around the waist, arms stuck to her sides. "Let go of me, you fucker!"
They dragged Jaime away from her as she struggled in the soldier's arms. Jaime's eyes widened and he managed to break free from the guards' arms. He ran to Maya and punched the soldier in the face, who was holding her which managed to free her. They immediately embraced each other. Jaime held her tight and kissed her head then her cheek and then her lips as he cupped her face. "I love you. I love you. I love you, Maya."
She nodded frantically and sniffled. "Eight letters, three words…I love you."
He kissed her long and hard until he roughly pulled away from her. Someone familiar called her name, but she didn't listen to them. Someone wrapped their arms around and she immeadiately froze when she heard her twin's voice, "Maya. You need to calm down. Please, just calm down."
She stopped struggling and watched as the man she loves was being dragged away to the prisons. Her chest heaved up and down frantically then her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she blacked out. Maya tried to open her eyes, but her body wouldn't let her. She felt eyes burn into her-multiple sets of them. Her ears also picked up multiple muffled voices. She listened in very closely to identify them.
"She told him that she loves him…she never says those words to anyone," Robb said.
"Robb, she's confused," her mother said. "He's confused her, has her wrapped around his finger. I doubt she even knows what's been happening."
"Another reason to hate them."
There was a dead silence between them. "Do you think he-"
"I don't know. I don't want to."
"Theon said that…he said that when he went to go get Maya, she was naked and looked like she had just had sex."
"It could've been someone else."
"She said she loved him," he snapped. "I'm her brother and she's never said that to me. We've been practically attached by the hip since birth. Where I go, she goes. Where she goes, I go. Always."
"Robb, you need to calm yourself. You'll wake her." Her mother whispered. "She's with child."
"His child."
"A Stark none than less," her mother whispered. "The child is either your nephew or niece. My grandchild and I don't care who its father is because its mother is my daughter. Your sister, you remember that before you do or say anything you might regret later."
Maya heard her mother leave whatever room that they were in. She heard the clanking of swords, men yelling and laughing softly in the distance, and the sound of horses. A hand held hers tightly. "Wake up, Maya."
Her brother's voice sounded so defeated and angry. She wanted to wake up too. For her family. Her unborn child. Robb inhaled a sharp breath then continued, "Why did you have to love him? Out of every man in Westeros, you had to love the one that caused all of this." Robb chuckled. "You always did like the dangerous ones. I remember when we were children, every time we went into the woods, you would say to me, 'Come on, brother. We're going on an adventure!' then take me somewhere hidden and foreign to us. Mother would be crossed with us every time since we came back with mud and dirt all over is. Jon and Theon loved hearing our adventure stories…I missed you. I was-I don't know what I'm doing. I need you by my side, not theirs and especially not his. I don't care if e makes you happy…you have to choose between us and them. I really hope you choose us, Maya."
Maya blacked out again and didn't wake up until a few days later when she felt something wet and warm on the side of her face. Her eyes fluttered opened. She gave a weak smile to Winter, who stood over her on the bed, her body covering hers. She flexed her fingers and felt fur beneath them. She knew where she was…Home.
The North.
Maya quickly threw the furs off of her and stood up, feeling well slept and energetic. She was in different clothes. A white dress that fitted her curves and her large belly perfectly. It covered her entire body unlike the Southerner clothes she had grown used to since she went to the capitol. She walked out of the Stark tent with Winter following behind. Winter had grown too; larger and fiercer than ever. Maya had noticed it too when Winter was towering over her. Winter's eyes were hard and bright with alert. Maya knew that the other must've been big as well. Winter seemed almost proud of herself after all she was a Stark. She held her head up high as she walked beside Maya, waiting for anger. Once they saw an awfully large tent, Winter turned around and disappeared behind a tent. Maya suddenly knew that this was where her family was. She licked her lips nervously and walked inside of the tent, her delicate hands protectively over her belly.
Once Maya saw her mother, something came over her. She ran to her mother and hugged her tightly because somewhere in the back of her mind she had thought that she would never see her family again. Her mother quickly hugged her back ever more tightly than hers. Her mother pulled back, tears in her Tully blue eyes as she cupped her face and smiled at her, "You're home. Gods be good, you're safe."
No. She wanted to say. I will never be safe as long as I love Jaime. Instead, Maya smiled at her mother and nodded. "I'm home now."
Her mother was the only one in the tent, ahead of the large table covered with various maps with lions and wolves as chess pieces on top of it. "I don't care who you're married to you-I won't let you leave this time. I'll fight them if I have to." Maya laughed and sniffled. "I will always think of that little girl who would go on adventures and play pirates with her siblings even fore them to play if need be. You're still my little girl. Do you know?"
Maya frowned as her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What happened? What's wrong?"
Her mother struggled to speak, her voice breaking, but she couldn't find her voice. Maya shook her head, tears in her eyes as well. "Mother? Mama, what is it?"
"Your father-"
Her hand flew to cover her mouth as she muffled, "NO! Please Gods no! PLEASE!"
"They branded him a traitor and beheaded him."
Maya leaned into her mother as her knees gave out. She felt sick to her stomach. While she had been fucking Jaime, her father had been suffering along with the rest of her family. Did he know of this? If so, then why didn't he tell me? I'm going to kick his ass when I see him. Maya suddenly furiously ripped herself away from her mother and strode out of the tent. She held her head up high as she made her way to the woods, forcing her tears back.
They all bowed and greeted, "Princess."
She stopped dead in her tracks and faced the guards. Confusion filled her face and she asked them, "What did you just call me?"
"Princess-"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
They straightened. "Your brother is our king."
"Your king?"
"That 'tis right, Princess. The King in the North."
"The King in the North," they all said in unison.
"Right," she drawled out and quickly strode back to the woods. On her way there she grabbed a large random axe and headed straight for the trees.
Her chest felt heavy and the tears were itching just to get out. Her head was pounding as she swung the axe into the tree's trunk. She let out an angry breath as she tore the axe out of it. She swung it again, this time faster and harder than before. Pieces of wood chips flew out of the trunk and at her feet. She pulled it out of the trunk and grunted as she slammed it into the trunk again and again and again. Maya tore the axe out and held it high in the air and a voice broke through her anger, "Maya?"
She looked over her shoulder and saw that it was Robb and her mother. Her chest heaved up and down; sweat coated her forehead and upper lip. Her brother and mother cautiously stepped towards her, "Put the axe down."
"He-He's dead."
"Put it down, sweetie," her mother said softly.
"He's dead…I could've saved him if I had been there." Maya kept saying. "I could've saved him. I could've saved him. I could've saved him. I could've saved- oh Gods!"
"It's alright. Just please, put it down."
The axe dropped lifelessly from her limp hands and she held a hand to her belly as she dropped to her knees to the ground screaming, "NO! IT'S NOT ALRIGHT! IT WILL NEVER BE ALRIGHT!"
Robb dropped to his knees as well and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she kept crying, "I can't. No, I can't, I can't!"
Her mother kneeled as well, hugging the both of her eldest children. Maya tucked her head into her twin's chest while her hands gripped her mother's arm around her. Robb kissed her head and said, "We'll kill them."
"Every last one of them, Robb. Promise me that we will kill that little bastard?"
"I promise."
"We have to get the girls back before we do anything. Gods only know what is happening to them right now." Her mother told them.
Maya sat in the fur covered bed. Her entire body and face lifeless. Dry tears on her face frozen. Robb opened the flap and walked into the tent-his tent. He walked to her and laid down on the bed beside her, eyeing her large belly. She turned her head towards her twin and then grabbed his hand. She lifted it and put it on her belly.
"This is what he and I have created together. It was love at the time though I didn't realize it." Robb kept his eyes on her belly, their hands on top of each other. "I need you to promise me that no matter what he says, what he does, or who he is that you will not hurt him. Please, Robb, I'm begging you to not do what you what to do very badly."
TBC...
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