There was nothing but darkness, darkness and a burning sensation. I couldn't see anything due to the darkness, but I could hear and feel everything. There were cheers and some cries and I could feel the sun beaming down on me but I couldn't see anything. I could feel people around me pushing me forward and I felt myself stumble plenty of times, but I still couldn't see. I could feel my eyes burning as tears flew down my cheeks from my growing frustration.

"My sweet darling Evie, don't be afraid, take in a deep breath and open your eyes. Don't worry my sweet Evie, I will be with you." Whispered the calming and welcoming voice of my dead mother, and somehow even though I knew she was dead I knew I was going to be okay if I listened to her.

Doing as my mother directed I opened my eyes to see the crowd pushing passed allowing me to walk to the front. When I reached the front I saw a man on his knees looking apologetic and sorry, but he was stubborn and stayed where he was not claiming he was a traitor although everyone was shouting that he was a traitor. And then the axe dropped like a petal falling from a rose, quite yet fast. The life of this man was gone. It was as his head rolled to a stop on the floor facing me directly I realized it was Ned Stark and I screamed.

"Should she not be waking by now?" Robb Stark asked his mother as a scream rang out of his betrothed. He was kneeling on the floor in an instant running a hand through her red curls that had loosened with all the turning in her sleep. "Mother, what is wrong with her?" He was looking at his mother now, his blue eyes begging for answers.

Catelyn Stark looked at her oldest son and child and felt her heart clench as she saw the honest panic and pain flash across his face as he watched his betrothed. She knew he did not love the girl yet, but he did care about her and the last couple of weeks had allowed them to grow closer and the three weeks that had passed had sparked some kind of attraction between the two bound for marriage.

"Robb, she has a fever she will get better. She's simply dreaming and some dreams seem real. She will be alright." Catelyn Stark whispered standing as she was leaving the tent, the tent that belonged to her son. After he had found her in the woods he had brought her straight to his tent and rested her on his bed. She had been there the last three days without much change and Robb had been by her side whenever he wasn't busy even with the painful news from King's Landing.

I could still see the head of Ned Stark, eyes wide forever staying that way as they shone as the sun reflected off them. I immediately closed my eyes trying to forget that I saw what I did, but the image was planted inside of my eyes. I opened them again but this time I was inside a dark prison cell outside near a camp of tents. Inside that cell was a battered man with dirty blond hair, tied to a post which stood in the middle of the cell. Looking over him carefully I could remember seeing his face in passing before and noting him under the name of the King Slayer; it was Jamie Lannister.

The scene changed just as quickly as I opened my eyes and I was now running through a darkening forest. I wasn't running away from someone, I was running alongside someone. It was a young girl, but she looked like a boy. I could tell it was a girl from her facial features; she had a softer touch to her face then what a boy would. Her head turned and I caught sight of her blue eyes; eyes like Robb's.

"Robb?" I asked, thinking it may have been him when he was younger instead of being a girl. The child looked at me shaking her head giving me a small smile as she did so.

"Arya." She replied before taking off into a fast run leaving me by myself.

The forest changed into a castle, golden and in the sun and I knew it was definitely in the South further than I had ever been. I could see a group of people; two younger, barely older than children and the rest adults. One of the children wore a crown; he was king. The other was a girl, her red hair tied tight upon her head. They were speaking, more like the King speaking while the rest listened. I could hear what was being said but something was said by the king and he ordered something to be done. The young girl was then hit across the face twice, left with a bleeding lip. I cried out covering my hands over my face as the girl stepped forward. How could someone hit a young girl? Why would they?

I closed my eyes as I felt tears escaping from them at the thought of a girl being hit and when I opened them I was in a colder place somewhere up North. I could tell the difference considering there wasn't much sun here and it was colder. I walked out from the forest I was in and followed a dirt path to wherever it led me. I could see the castle made out of stone and the sigil flying in the wind. As I got closer I could make out a grey direwolf and then understood I was definitely in the North.

"Winterfell." I whispered running into the opened gate just in time to see the lace burst into flames and watch as parts of the building crumbled to the ground. Two small bodies already burnt a bent hung from the walls of the castle.

"I give you the burnt bodies of Bran and Rickon Stark. Winterfell is ours!" yelled a familiar voice. I looked around trying to get a glimpse of the person before they disappeared, but I didn't get the chance to as a group of men on horses came charging toward me, making me scream as I closed my eyes and covered myself before getting trampled.

With the last thought of being trampled on by horses I shot up from the lying position I was in and took in many cool breaths of air before looking around the tent I was in. This tent was not the one I was staying in with Lady Stark, I had not been in this tent before and didn't know whose tent it was. The furnishing in the tent was simple; the bed was large, big enough for two people with many fur blankets over it with plump pillows. There was also a bath in one corner covered by a thin sheet wall to cover the bather, there was also a desk with a straight back chair as well as another chair in front of a small home built fire.

A grey blur entered through the opening of the tent and I was met with the blue eyes of Grey Wind as he stood in front of me from my place in the bed. I never released how big the wolf had been until now. When I stood he was nearly the same height as me, not that it would be that hard seeing as I was quite small.

"Hey Greywind where's you master?" I asked the wolf as I moved closer to the edge of the bed to stroke my hand and throw his fur. I pulled the furs off my legs to reveal the white nightdress I was in and slowly moved my legs to hang off the bed. I pushed myself forward and managed to stand but as I did I felt the blood rush down to my legs making it feel like I was being stabbed by sewing needles; trust me I knew how that felt. As I took my first step forward I stumbled and started falling forward, but was stopped as Greywind moved in front of me allowing myself to be caught. "Thank you Greywind."

I pushed myself up using Greywind to keep me stable and held onto his fur as I walked towards the tent opening, the wolf aiding me as I walked.

As we walked through the camp many of the soldiers bent their heads as they saw me pass and muttered quietly under their breath. As we grew closer to the central tent I could hear the loud voices of many of the men and was wondering what was going on inside the tent. As I stepped into the tent the voices stopped and I felt everyone's eyes on me. I didn't pay much attention to the men as they stood around in their armour; I was busy trying to find the one man I wanted to see. I spotted him as he rose from his seat at the top of the table and started to make his way towards me, just like I was walking towards him.

"Robb." I whispered as I flung myself at him and felt his arms wrap around me as well. I buried my face in his chest glad that he didn't have on his heavy armour and just a leather vest for protection. His hands moved to play with my hair as I slowly started to sniffle trying to stop myself from crying.

"Leave, all of you." Robb muttered as he brought me further into the tent stroking my hair in a calming manner. "Why are you crying Evie?" I pulled away at the mention of the name my mother often used for me and looked up at him.

"Why did you call me that?" I asked, wiping the tears away from my eyes so I could see him better. Robb lowered his eyes so he wasn't looking at me fully as I saw a slight blush grow on his cheeks before he met my eyes once again.

"Your name is a mouthful and my mother said I had to call you by name. I hope you don't mind." He rushed out as he brought a hand up and ran it through his hair.

"My mother used to call me Evie before she died. Everyone else called me Eb or Lady Frey." I stated taking hold of the hand that was running through his hair. "I like the name Robb." The hand that held his was brought up to his lips as he gently brushed the hair from falling into my face.

"You shouldn't have come out in your nightdress; my men haven't seen a woman in weeks." He hummed as he brought me closer to him. His hands ran down my cheek and rested and the back of my neck and I watched as his eyes flicked down to my lips. "I want to know what you dreamt about, but I want to kiss you first."

"Kiss me then." I softly ordered bringing my face closer to his as he did the same to me until our lips were gently touching.