Robb was holding me tightly against his naked body, his hands wrapped around my stomach resting on the growing bump. He was to leave for battle in the morning and I didn't want him to go. Only hours ago we had discovered that Robb's closest friend Theon Greyjoy has been working against us for the last four or so months. Our plan was to pretend we had no clue about his motives until the perfect opportunity was laid out; we would then make his life hell.

"I wish you wouldn't go." I whispered as Robb's kisses traveled down my neck. I turned in his arms so I could look up at him as we spoke; I hoped this wouldn't be the last time. "I want to be selfish and keep you here tied up away from the war." I mumbled kissing his bare chest as his hands cupped my bottom as he hitched my leg over his own.

"I wish I could stay here as well; you look beautiful naked." He replied running his hands over my bare bottom and up my back where he gripped onto my arms and pulled me on top on him. As I sat on him he looked down and me his hands tracing my body as he looked. His fingers brushed along my cheeks, running over my jaw before trailing down my neck and resting on my shoulders. His eyes drifted down to my breasts and his hands followed cupping them gently in his palms as he squeezed. I watched as they slowly ran down my sides and his fingers traced over my bump before flattering on the raised bump. "I don't ever want you to go; ever." He muttered as he grabbed hold of my hips and lifted me as he shifted under me before urging me down on his hardened manhood.

"I won't ever leave you." I moaned against his lips as he sat up changing the angle as we made love; it was more intense this way.

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The sun shone through the large window of our chamber waking me as the light spread over my eyes. Robb's hands also had ideas of waking me as the lowered down on my bump caressing the rise indicating that our babe was still growing. Robb's lips placed light kisses along my shoulders before pulling away as he climbed out of the bed and walked to his chest.

I watched as he pulled on a pair of breeches coving his bare bottom before moving onto covering his chest with his cotton shirt. I watched in fascination as he covered his body in a leather vest and then covered it in his metal armour. This was my husband, King of the North; a soldier going to war. I sat up in the bed catching the furs as they and cover my bare chest form view.

"I like watching you dress in your armour." I muttered resting against the pillows of the bed as Robb turned to face me. He was remarkably beautiful with his auburn curls that fell into his bright blue eyes; he was almost too beautiful for a male.

"I like watching you undress." He replied walking over to me as pulling on my legs as he reached the bed. He removed the furs that covered my stomach, bending down as he did so. "I bet you'll get bigger by the time I return." He mumbled against the exposed skin of my bump. It wasn't a Robb thing to do, but it seemed this babe was already changing him.

"Are you saying I'm going to get fat?" I teased giving him a tooth-filled smile as he peered up at me through his lashes. He knew I was teasing him when he saw the grin on my face and rolled his eyes as he pushed himself back onto his feet.

"Get dressed I want my wife to be there to send me off." He told me, giving my thighs a squeeze as he left the chamber uttering something about his siblings as he left.

Climbing out of the bed I walked over to my own chest as I pulled out a light green dress and slip before shuffling into them and tying the laces, thankful that they were at the front. I sat on the chair in front of the mirror and I slipped on my boots and brushing through my curls deciding to leave them down. I looked over at the crown that was resting on the desk before picking it up and sliding it onto my head watching as it rested on the middle of my forehead. Sometimes when I wore this crown I wished it would rest in the top of my head and not on the middle of my forehead and it tended to ache after long periods of wearing it; it also tended to leave a mark.

My crown was beautiful yet it was irritable to wear. I would only wear it today as I watched Robb and his men march off for another battle and then I would return here and remove it until there was another occasion to wear the irritating thing.

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It seemed Rickon felt the same way as me; he didn't want Robb to leave. The boy had tears streaming down his face as he clung onto Robb's leg. It was a poor attempt at keeping his brother here but it was still an attempt. Arya seemed excited about a war and even asked to join and fight alongside Robb. She groaned and mumbled when he told her to stop being foolish and act like a lady. Bran was sat upon a chair watching over everyone's farewells; he looked thoughtful.

"I'll try to come back; I can't promise anything." Robb told us looking over to each of us as he spoke; his eyes resting on me the longest. Rickon was crying into Catelyn's dress and she had her hand running through his curls trying to calm him. It was intriguing to me as I watched the four siblings; Robb and Rickon where more Tully in appearance rather than Stark. Arya and Bran had the Stark hair and eyes; facial appearance as well. If Ned was here you would be able to see the similarities between his children; the mix between Stark and Tully. Hopefully our child would be all Stark and no Frey; hopefully he would be lucky like me and take after Robb like I took after my mother.

"Robb you need to go; your men are waiting." Catelyn told him pressing a hand against his shoulder as she looked at her eldest son and child, sadness within her Tully eyes. Robb nodded softly bring his mother into a hug, resting one arm on Rickon's shoulder as he hugged onto Robb's leg again. Soft words whispered to Bran and a long hug shared with Arya before his blue eyes directed into me and I was consumed with the need to cry.

"I love you; both of you." He whispered resting his head against mine as he brought me into his arms. One arm was wrapped against my waist the other pressed against my bump; connecting with our baby. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I rested my head on his hard armored chest; crying as we said our goodbyes.

"I don't want you to go." I cried looking up at him through the blur of my tears; this almost happened every time he left. If he could I knew he would stay just to keep me from crying; but he had a duty as king.

"I know you don't but we haven't a choice; remember I love you." He kissed my one last time before pulling away looking over his family one last time and leaving the courtyard; climbing upon his horse. It was painful watching him ride away especially with Theon riding by his side.

"He will be back; he's a Stark." Arya declared standing by my side resting her hand on my arm as she gave me a small smile before turning to her mother. "Stark's are hard; we are from the north. Are words are Winter is Coming; we prepare for the worst." Catelyn looked proud at her daughter's words and I knew she was just as worried about her son as I was. We would all get through this if we stuck together.

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Three days had passed since the departure of Robb and his men; those three days were spent in Robb's study. I was looking over the map they had marked out and noting the route they planned to take. They were going up to the Inn of the Kneeling Man to cross the river there before marching down to meet Tywin Lannister at Harenhal. If I predicted how long it would take them I would say around two/three days to get to Harenhal and then the battle however long that went on and then another two/three days of travel. Robb would be gone for at least a week or just a little over; I would still be five days without him.

Rickon had taken it upon himself to sleep in my chambers on Robb's side of the bed like last time. I assumed it was going to be a thing every time Robb went into battle. It was a comfort to both me and Rickon; I wouldn't feel alone and I was there for when he had bad dreams.

I was seated on Robb's chair looking over the large map when the door opened to reveal Arya. She was wearing a blue dress; Catelyn had probably battled her into it. She was carrying a tray of food; two plates, two goblets.

"I thought you would be in here; can I eat lunch with you?" she asked setting the tray on the table before lifting a plate and goblet and setting them in front of me. The lunch consisted of meat, bread and a bowl of broth to keep the oncoming chill away.

"You are more than welcome to join me Arya." I told her giving her a smile as she set the plate in front of me before setting herself onto the seat on my side and tucking into her lunch. "Where have you been the last couple of days?" As I asked the question a slight blush spread across her cheeks.

"I was with Gendry at the blacksmiths." she admitted dropping her face down as she spooned the broth into her mouth. The look on her face as she spoke of Gendry was like the look many of my sister's got when speaking of boys that had caught their eyes; love. Was Arya in love with Gendry?

"How long have you loved him?" I asked breaking a bit of bread and dipping it into the broth. Arya's head shot up and she sent me a piercing glare; she was very much like Robb.

"I'm not in love with him!" she exclaimed banging her spoon onto the table; her face flushed with anger. I shook my head at the girl before setting down my bread and spoon as I turned to face her.

"You may not act like a girl Arya but you are one in here." I told her resting my fingers on her head before lowering them and cupping her chin; bringing her eyes up to connect with mine. "Girls grow feeling s for boys they spend a lot of time with; I did for Robb, you did for Gendry."

"I don't care for him; he's only a blacksmith." She declared standing as she spoke as if that would prove her words were true,

"Gendry is a handsome man Arya; you would be a fool not to care for him." I stated allowing my words to sink in before her eyes furrowed and she sat. Her face dropped from the stern look she had cast and she now looked lost and confused.

"You think he's handsome?" she asked resting her chin on her hand as she peered at me as I picked at my lunch. I nodded swallowing the meat before wiping at my lips.

"Anyone would be stupid to think otherwise; he was his looks. Does he know who his father is?" I asked remembering he looked much like Robert Baratheon. Arya's eyes widened at the mention of my words and she ran her hand through her hair.

"He says he doesn't know." She muttered shifting her eyes around the study as she spoke leading me to believe she had an idea about it.

"And what do you think Arya?"

"I have a belief that he may be related to the late king Robert Baratheon." She muttered turning her head to face me the shock leaving her face as she relaxed into her seat.

"It's his appearance isn't it; black hair and blue eyes. Very much like King Robert." I muttered picking up my spoon urging her to do the same thing. We stayed silent until our lunch was finished and Arya stood clearing the plates.

"He won't listen to me, but I have told him many times." She told me running her hands over her dress looking uncomfortable in her clothes.

"I see your mother is making you dress like a lady again." I pointed out noting her discomfort. Arya nodded in reply looking displeased with the idea of acting like a lady. "Is she making you take embroidery classes again?" I asked knowing she hated these classes as Robb had mentioned it a few times before she arrived here at Riverrun.

"Every day with Mara before dinner." She replied in a grumble letting me know she hated these classes. I rose to my feet as she started for the door and I rested a hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at me questionably.

"I'll make a deal with you Arya; it will get you out of embroidery." I started taking in the nod she sent at the thought of skipping on an embroidery class. "Spend lunch with me every day, we'll go for a walk straight after and then you will return to my chamber with me and will pretend you are helping me. It gets you out of your lessons and it gives me company." I told her receiving a large smile in response.

"I would like that very much, thank you." She answered walking over to the door and opening it ready to leave. She tuned to me before leaving a softer smile on her face. "I'm glad Robb married you; you're not like other girls." Sh muttered before leaving me alone in the study.

"Nor are you Arya Stark; you aren't a normal girl." I whispered sitting down in the chair wondering if Robb was already in battle.