Our chamber was lit by the burning fire and the flickering of many candle; blowing gently at a barely noticeable wind. Robb was sitting at the end of the bed his hands in his head; silent tears shaking him. I was leaning against his back, my face pressed into the indent between his shoulders, running my hands over his lower back in comfort.

"Robb he was a frail old man; you knew he was going to pass." I mumbled into his back as I turned my head so he could hear me. "He survived longer than he should have." Robb turned his head to face me; eyes red raw.

"I'm losing everyone Evie; my family is leaving me." he stated wiping away a loose tear as it flowed down his face. I shuffled around so I was sitting by his side and cupped his face within my hands.

"I'm not leaving you; not by choice at least." I demanded bringing my lips to his showing him my love through the connection of our lips. It was a romantic statement; one I would show more often. "Robb I love you and I would never willingly leave you."

"I love you to and if I ever die in battle I want you to know my feeling will never change." He claimed deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me onto his lap; he fell down on the bed. I was hovering over his before I connected dour lips again letting nature take its toll.

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Robb was ludicrously hot; it was proved that northern men burned like a fire. Little Rickon was the same when he slept in the bed; heat burning off him. With Robb's heat I found it unbearable to sleep with the furs on as well; it was the pregnancy. Catelyn and Maester Steel had explained that women carrying a babe got extremely hot the further into their pregnancy. It could have been snowing and they still are hot.

I removed Robb's arm as it wrapped around my waist and then freed myself of the stuffy furs; relaxing as the cool air hit my naked body. This was ideal and I wanted to keep like this until the sun rose higher into the clouded grey sky. It was going to rain today; a light rain possibly, but rain none-the-less.

"What are you doing?" Robb's husky voice interrupted my thoughts as I stared out at the darkened sky through the large window. I turned my head and looked at my husband noticing that his eyes were on my swollen breast and not my face.

"I'm hot and you burn like a fire; you're too hot." I muttered turning back to the window wishing it was open so I would feel the cold, much need air.

"I know I'm hot; I'm a Stark." He declared a hint of smugness running through his voice. I rolled my eyes before turning to peer at the smirk on my husband's face.

"I'm sure not all Stark's are hot in the way you refer to Robb." I informed him turning on my side so I could stare and talk to him better. I loved having conversations in bed with Robb; it made me feel like there was no war going on.

"I'm handsome; you're beautiful; are babe will be bewitching." He announced leaning down and pecking my on the lips before wrapping his arms around me and bringing me closer to his chest.

"You take things too far sometimes Robb; our child may possible be horrifying to look at." I told him not believing my own words, but it could be true; I did have Frey blood within my veins, so would he. Robb snorted at me comment squeezing the flesh on my hip in a teasing warning.

"Don't say such horrid things about my son." He declared kissing the top of my hair in his romantic way. Robb was turning into a soft fool; something his enemies shouldn't see. Theon included.

There was an unbreakable silence surrounding us as our thoughts drifted to what today would bring; saying goodbye to Lord Tully. I knew it was hurting Robb to think about it but he needed to let it out before it ate away at him; turning him cruel and hard-hearted.

"Arya's in love." I muttered hoping to break the silence softly; maybe different news would have worked. I thought Robb would over-react and declare that his sister was too young and ten and two to know what love was.

"I know." He stated running his hand over my back, bring a shiver of lust out in me; something I had felt a lot lately. His reaction was not what I was expecting; he seemed mellow and in control. Arya and Bran had told me how he was when Sansa had taken a liking to the young Prince Joffrey.

"Are you going to do anything about it?" I asked looking up at him noting the way his jaw tensed and un-tensed. He shook his head slightly before looking down at me.

"Gendry is a decent boy Evie; I know he would do well by her." he replied shaking his hair from his eyes; it really was growing out.

"He doesn't believe he is good enough for her." I informed him remembering the conversation I had shared with the smithy yesterday afternoon. He just needs a push as he would have what he wanted.

"Why?" Robb asked sounding interested and slightly enraged. There he goes being protective of his youngest sister; he wouldn't be able to stop.

"It's because he's a bastard Robb; and she's a Lady." I pointed out rolling onto his chest so I could look up at him properly. Robb pulled himself up into a sitting position before pulling me onto his lap; it wasn't putting pressure on the babe. Robb's face was consorted into one of rage and disapproval; he hated the word bastard.

"He's no different from a noble Evie; he shares the blood of late King Robert." He declared frowning down at me. I raised my eyebrows up at him giving him a look for losing his temper with me.

"I have no problem with bastards Robb; many of my siblings are bastards." I reminded him placing my hands on his chest; resting above his heart.

"I share a bastard brother as well Evie; I'm going to legitimize Jon. I'm going to make him a Stark." He exclaimed peering down at me with intense blue eyes; Robb was serious about his decision. He really did want to make Jon a Stark; they were close not only in age, but as brothers.

"Legitimize Gendry; not right now, but when we have beaten the Lannister's." I fired back cupping his face making sure he would take me serious. "Once Joffery and Cersie have been dealt with legitimize Gendry as a Baratheon. Don't do this for me do it for him and Arya. Do this for your sister Robb!" Robb's eyes closed as he took in a deep breath as his hands came around me face pulling me toward his lips, where he kissed me loving before pulling back and looking down into my green eyes.

"You make it impossible for me to refuse you anything." He muttered pulling me to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. "I hope you don't do this every time you want something." I smiled into his chest resting my hand over his heart.

"You love me too much to refuse me anything." I commented kissing his bare chest before closing my eyes as the sun rose higher into the sky.

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The wind blow against my face causing my long red curls to cover my eyes as we stood on the dock as the late Lord Tully was set a sail in a wooden boat; it would be burnt. Edmure was lowering his arrow into the burn fire; taking aim before releasing the fire lit arrow. We all watched as the arrow flew through the air and landed into the water a few feet away from the boat. It was a Tully tradition for a funeral, the Lord is sent down the river by seven pallbearing bannerman, and the boat is set alight by a flaming arrow shot by his heir.

Catelyn seemed to be forcing the smile off her face as her brother missed his first chance at lighting their father's 'grave'. I couldn't help but reveal my smile as a few locals muttered about Edmure's miss of the arrow. He dipped his second arrow into the fire and latched the arrow to the bow; taking aim again.

The second arrow missed again; this time Catelyn's smile was visible as she turned to face me. A small giggle erupted from my mouth and my hands shot up cover the sound as Catelyn glanced at me. I could also see Robb smiling at the poor attempt of shooting; he let out a small chuckle. Edmure glanced over at us his face a mask covering his feelings as he collected a third arrow and repeating the procedure; it once again missed.

Ser Brynden Tully; Hoster Tully's younger brother also known as The Blackfish stepped forward having been standing by Catelyn's side and pulling the bow from Edmure's hands, placing an arrow into the fire. He looked over at the waving sigil as it blew in the wind before raising the bow high into the air and releasing the arrow. The boat and Lord Tully soon burst into flames; floating along the river and turning round the bend out of sight.

Brynden shoved the bow back into Edmure's hands and let the door mutter about useless nephews. Edmure turned to face us; looking over to his sister as he settled the bow against his leg.

"I may have needed to practice beforehand." He muttered avoiding her eyes as he looked down at her feet. Catelyn snorted a very unlikely noise from her and brought Edmure's attention back to her face.

"You should have Edmure; he was our father. You broke tradition." She muttered before turning and leaving the dock as well following her uncle. Robb gave Edmure a painful, sorrow filled smile before taking my hand in his and leading us back up the castle where Rickon was waiting.

"That was very interesting." I uttered leaning into Robb's side as we strolled up the hill and into the courtyard of Riverrun. Robb's hand released my hand and his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me in closer to his side; keeping the cool air from me.

"It would have been worse if I had to do it." He admitted causing me to chuckle at the thought of Robb standing there trying to lit the boat before it turned the corner.

"Yes it would have been." I laughed turning into his side as a gush of wind flew through the courtyard sending my hair in every direction.

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The fire crackled in Arya's chamber as we both sat in front of the spreading warmth. Five days had passed since the funeral of Hoster Tully and it was now starting to get colder in the evenings; a sign that inter was coming. I was brushing through Arya's hair before she settled down to bed; something I had taken to doing a week after she arrived at Riverrun.

"Your hair's getting longer." I stated as I drew the brush through her dark hair; drawing out the tangles and knots.

"Yes and your stomach is getting larger." She fired back in a teasing tone. She turned her face to the side allowing me to glance at her smirking face; not a Lady, but a trouble maker.

"That is your nephew you talk about Arya Stark." I implied turning her head as I ran the brush through her hair once again. "And I'm not getting that big." I added in a grumble hating the fact that she was indeed telling the truth. My stomach had grown; Robb loved it yet it made me feel fat.

"So you admit that the babe is a boy?" she asked a hint of interest in her voice. Robb had told everyone that his babe was a boy; that the north would be graced with a prince. Arya had made her point that she wished the babe would turn out to be a boy as well; girls were not her thing.

"I never said he would be a boy; he could still be a she. Robb just talks about the babe being a boy so often that it has now stuck." I told her running my fingers through her hair as I settled the brush down on the desk nearby. I pushed on her shoulder indicating that I had finished and she could move.

Arya stood and then looked down at me as she rolled her eyes and offered her hand to help me up. Being five months pregnant had its disadvantages; such as climbing out of chairs and getting out of bed. Robb seemed to enjoy helping me get out of bed, but that was his excuse to lay his hands all over my bump without my complaining. Arya found the whole thing amusing and would silently laugh as she helped me.

They weren't the only ones helping me out; Lily had started to help me dress in the mornings as the task was getting difficult. Gendry the poor boy was having to help me as I climbed stairs; I seemed to lose my breath and he was worried I would fall. Osha had even helped me a few times leading me down to the kitchens for any craving when I didn't want to bother Robb.

The one person that always seemed to have everything prepared before I arrived was Hot Pie. I had recently been having cravings for barely cooked meat and he had always been prepared before arrived; a plate of barely cooked meat waiting for me ever lunch time. Arya had joined me down to the kitchens for my pre-lunch meal and found it disgusting; she didn't understand how I could eat it without getting ill.

"It's part cooked Arya; I won' get ill." I moaned after she asked for the third time within minutes. All I wanted was to eat this bloody meat without her interrupting. It seemed impossible for the girl not to interrupt me; she didn't even have to speak just stare. Her eyes followed my fork as I led it to my mouth and I could hear the disgusted noise she was making. Finally she stood and walked over to table Hot Pie was working at.

"You are so disgusting." she would fire me way once she was well away from the meat. A roll of my eyes would be sent to her before devouring the meant.

Arya pulled me from the chair and then walked over to her bed climbing under the furs before shrugging and pointing to the door.

"Can you make sure it's shut properly; mother didn't do it last night. A draft woke me before the sun rose." She muttered settling down under the covers and turning on her side. I nodded; even though she wouldn't see and let the room. This was what it would be like if I had daughters; brushing their hair before watching them climb into bed.

It was a thought I could grow attached to.