By the time Robb returned to our chambers I was dressed in a fresh, clean dark green dress that brought out my eyes and went well with my hair. Lily had brushed my hair and it now ran down my back in tight red curls. As he entered the room I was sat in front of a desk with a large mirror, looking at my appearance. Personally I didn't see the big fuss that was made when Catelyn Stark came to The Twins to find a wife for her son. All the maid's had spent their time getting me and my sisters ready, but all they talked about was me being the one who would be picked. I looked like my sisters in many ways, I just ended up with red hair, green eyes and my mother's appearance, but I was still a Frey.

I watched as he pulled off his shirt and replaced it with a clean one before repeating the process with his breeches. His eyes met mine in the mirror as he sat on the bed to slip on his boots; he looked apologetic and guilty. Just as he opened his mouth to speak Catelyn, Lily and another maid walked in. I noticed that Lily and the unknown maid were carrying the crowns, Lily mine and the other maid Robb's.

"Your grandfather is awake and waiting." Catelyn told us as she picked up Robb's crown and set it gently a top his head. She cupped his face in her hand in a motherly way before bending and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I am so proud of you Robb; you have done the Stark's proud." She run her hand across his cheek before stepping back and excepting the crown from Lily and making her way towards me in the mirror. As she reached me she gently set the crown on my head where it sunk down to the middle of my forehead, showing the top of my head and its red hair. "You complete this family Evie and this babe you're bringing into the world will be loved." She muttered to me running her hair through my hair so it sat perfectly under the wooden crown. "He loves you deeply." She whispered in my ear before taking my hand in hers and helping me stand than releasing it after. "We don't want to keep my father waiting."

Catelyn took the lead as she walked out of our chambers and down the hall, Lily and the unknown maid followed after her no doubt heading for the kitchens. Robb held out his hand for me and although I wasn't ready forgive him I would do the right thing and act like a queen and wife.

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Lord Tully was old and frail; he also looked to be nearing the end of his life. The moment he saw us through his old, decrepit eyes he smiled in that way that made you scared of older people. I can remember seeing a few maids go through this stage at The Twins; they would sit in their rooms smile if one of us Frey children came to visit, the life leaving them as we did

"Robb Stark," his grandfather started in his raspy, broken-down voice. His sentence was broken by the shaky intake of breath. "King of the North ... the King of Wolves ... my grandson ... my blood." I could see that Robb felt proud to have these words directed toward him. When we had entered the room Robb released my hand so he could approach his grandfather along with Catelyn and Edmure. I decided to stand back and watch with Ser Brynden Tully and watch as the family connect for what could be the last time.

"Grandfather don't feel like you have to speak, I am grateful for the crowns hey are finely detailed." Robb replied taking his grandfather's hand in his own just holding it as they spoke. Just looking at Robb with his grandfather made me think of the possibilities of our future; would our children be surrounding him as he died of old age or would they mourn with me after we find out he was killed in battle?

"Your wife ... where is she Robb?" Lord Tully croaked out bringing me back into the room where everyone was staring at me. Robb raised his hand and waved me over into his grandfather's sight. As I stepped closer I noticed that Robb had gotten his eyes from the Tully's as well as the hair. Lord Tully still had sea blue eyes, but they were mundane and tedious having no real colour to them.

"This is Eibhleann, grandfather." Robb introduced me as I was standing next to him by the bed. Lord Tully's eyes flashed over me and they seemed to light up with colour for a second.

"Red hair ... you Stark's have a thing ... for redheaded women." his words brought out a laugh from everyone as it was known that Ned married Catelyn; a redhead and now Robb married me; a redhead. "You are one of ... beauty."

"Thank you Lord Tully." I mumbled dipping my head in respect. My actions brought out a shaking, cough laugh from the old man and my eyes were drug back to his face.

"If there is ... one thing I want ... before I die, it's ... to be called Hoster ... and not Lord Tully ... by a young beautiful woman." he stuttered wiping his mouth as dribbled rolled down his lip.

"Well I'll thank you then Hoster." I repeated giving him a small smile as he called me beautiful twice within in a few minutes. He managed to smile back before turning his gaze into Robb.

"You take care ... of her or I'll ... haunt you." He warned breathing deeper before looking over at Catelyn. "You raised your son … well, I'm proud of you … Cat." He raised his hand slowly to cup his daughter's cheek, Catelyn sunk into his hand as she closed her eyes trying to hide her tears but they were noticeable as the rolled down her cheeks. Hoster turned to face his son giving him a pointed look before looking over at Robb and me. "You still have time to … marry Edmure. Go find … yourself a wife." Edmure rolled his eyes at his father's words but laughed none-the-less.

"I still have time like you said father." Edmure muttered looking over at me. His eyes dropped down to my stomach and I knew he was looking at the hand I had resting there. "Did Robb tell you he was going to be a father?" Edmure added looking over at his father with a smile on his face. Hoster turned his head and frowned at Robb; he removed his hand from Catelyn's face and pointed it at his grandson.

"Is it true boy?" he sputtered coughing as he spoke, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. Robb's jaw clenched in the normal way it would when he was nervous and his head turned towards me and down and my stomach. By the time he looked up at his grandfather, he had unclenched his jaw and looked confident with himself.

"It is grandfather." He replied nodding his head in agreement to his words. Hoster stared at Robb his beady little eyes peering at him like the endless water, hiding all his thoughts and feelings. Those beady eyes linked with my green ones and emotion shone into his blue eyes making them lighter.

"You have him in your … hands don't go easy … on him make his life a … misery. He probably deserves it." His words were spoken in a soft, quiet and stutter. It was clear that he was getting tired from talking and it didn't just show in his voice but in his appearance as well.

"I'll take your advice to heart Hoster." I pledged giving Robb a pointed look knowing he was receiving it and would say something when we were alone.

"You need your rest grandfather. The feast is bound to being soon; will visit you when you have regained some of your energy." Robb voiced lifting himself from the bed and smiling down at his grandfather. I waved and gave him a small smile before accepting the hand Robb held out for me.

As we left the room I swear I heard Catelyn muttered something about a 'lover's quarrel', but thought it might have been my imagination as Robb continued to walk out into the hallway. Once we were alone he turned to look at me with an expecting look on his face. He was hoping I would forgive him and speak to him now, but I wasn't about to forgive him for saying he wasn't thankful that I was alive.

"Evie how long is this going to go on?" Robb inquired attempting to lift my head as he spoke but I turned away from his hand. I would do what his grandfather suggested; I would like to make his life a misery. I pulled my hand from his and started in the direction of the hall where I knew Bran and Rickon would be waiting and where there was food. "I said I was sorry." He called out stopping me before I could get further away from him. I turned my head slightly to the side so I could see him and he me.

"I know you are." I whispered before leaving him in the hallway rubbing away at his face.

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The library at Riverrun was larger than the one at The Twins; and I loved it. There was a wide extent to the books; old stories, children's stories, history of Westeros and the Free Cities, names from the old and noble houses. The choices went on and covered almost everything, I was currently interested in the names from old a noble houses. Bran was sitting with me on a soft, fur covered window seat reading about medical history.

"When are you going to forgive him?" Bran questioned turning the page carefully, minding the fragile pages. I looked over at him and tilted my head to the side in confusion. "Robb, when are you going to forgive him? He's been miserable ever since he turned up here." Bran added looking at me and not his book this time.

"He said something that upset me deeply Bran; it's not easy to forgive someone when they hurt your feelings." I muttered to the boy smiling softly at his attempt to make things better. He was a boy of ten and he was way to wise for his age; he acted older than Robb and Robb was a man of eight and ten.

"I thought I would never forgive Jamie Lannister for what he did to me. Part of me still hates him for what he did, but another part is thankful for him being alive." Bran's blue eyes connected with mine and he smiled slightly before looking down at his page. "Robb told me how Jamie Lannister saved your life; I'm thankful for him to be alive because of that." he looked back up at me before placing his hand over mine. "I'm thankful to him because it would have hurt too much to have lost you; not just for me but for everyone. Robb wouldn't be Robb without you Evie; he needs you and you need him." Bran professed flipping through the pages of the book going back to a remedy for sleep.

"Thank you Bran." I whispered wiping away a loose tear as I clutched his hand in mine giving it a squeeze before going back to my book. "I will forgive him you know; he isn't capable of thinking before he speaks. I shouldn't have been that hard on him."

"You should forgive him tonight; you've been holding this against him for three weeks." Bran pointed out smiling up at me. "How have you managed not to speak to him for that long?"

"I've been talking to him in his sleep; he talks back. I think he knows about it because he's considerable happy in the morning." I replied smiling as I did so. "You are right Bran; we can't live without each other." He nodded in agreement looking up at me for a minute before we both went back to our books.

The silence would normally be unbearable but Bran's slow constant breathing next to me was peaceful and relaxing. The rhythm of his breathing had me closing my eyes and resting back on the cool window as I allowed the sound to take me into the dream world.

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Warm arms were wrapped around me trapping me against an equally warm chest. I knew then that Robb had lifted me to our chambers and had wrapped me in his arms as I slept. That was the thing about us that made me smile; even while we weren't speaking we would still cuddle up at night as we went to sleep.

"Robb?" I whispered hoping he was awake so I would have to talk to him without him knowing I really meant my words.

"Hmm." He mumbled into my hair where his face was buried. I attempted to turn in his arms but they tightened around me making it impossible to move. Instead I wrapped my hands around his loving the way they were resting against my stomach.

"I forgive you for what you said. I know you didn't mean it and I shouldn't have held it over you for this long." I announced waiting for him to let me move so I could turn to face him. His arms loosened around me and shifted so I was lying on him looking down at his smiling face.

"I shouldn't have said what I did; it hurt your feelings and I was uncaring." He replied leaning up to kiss my lips tenderly. The kiss was longer than I expected it to be and Robb's hands slipped round to unlace the laces on the back of my dress. I didn't bother helping him; he had become a master and unlacing my dresses in the last three months. His hands lifted my hips and he slid the dress over my arms and down to my hips, where I then proceeded to lift myself up higher so he could pull it off and throw it on the floor.

Robb pulled himself up into a sitting position as he wrapped his arms around my hips and kissed me passionately his hand fingers massaging my hips as he did so. I had my arms wrapped around his neck pulling at the loose curls that hung framing his face. As he pulled me closer I could feel his hardness through his breeches and my heart speed up. We hadn't been this close in weeks and it was exciting and extremely passionate that I couldn't help but want to get him undressed. My hands ran down the back of his neck, over his shoulders and down to the buttons on his shirt. His buttons slipped through the holes in his cotton shirt easy and I soon had the shirt hanging off his shoulders.

"I missed you." Robb mumbled against my lips as he shrugged out of his shirt and threw it down with my dress. His hands were soon running up my thighs where he slipped his hands under and run them up and down the soft skin on my hips and sides. A shiver ran up my spine from his touch and I couldn't take it any longer. I reached for the bottom of my slip and pulled it over my head thankful for having no laces attacked to the slip. Robb's hands roamed over the new released skin his hands cupping my breasts as he lightly massaged them with his thumbs.

"I missed you too." I whispered back running my fingers along his hard chest and over his muscled arms. This was my Robb; not the cruel, unkind husband I had seen three weeks ago. Robb wrapped his arms around me as he lifted me up and placed me under him; our normal position when we made love. His eyes trailed down my body stopping at my breasts as he ran his fingers over them gently before moving them lower with his eyes. Both his eyes and his hands stopped when he reached my stomach and he looked back up at me with a smile.

"Have you seen Maester Steel since we got here?" he asked running his finger gently over my stomach. I looked at him a frown visible on my face as I peered at my husband. I shook my head and watched as his face bloomed into a wide smile. "I think our little prince has continued to grow." His hands were brought down over my stomach where he stroked it gently as if I would break.

"How do you know?" I asked peeking up at him ignoring the fact that I was as naked as a new-born babe. Robb's eyes were shining bright as if he was about to cry. In response he lent down and kissed my stomach before peering up at me through his lashes.

"You have a bump, my little boy is getting bigger." He stated leaning down and kissing my stomach where he said there was a bump. Leaning up on my elbows I looked down and realized that he was telling the truth and there was a small bump forming. "Our little Stark."

"Robb you do know he could be a she. Your little prince could be a princess." I pointed out to him as I run my hand through his hair so I could pull him in for a kiss. Robb snorted as his lips met mine in a quick kiss before he pulled away and smirked.

"Trust me he's going to be a boy."