Tonight was the last night before Robb would go and march to meet the Lannister's; it was our last night until he returned. He would return, I knew he would I can feel it; it's not his time to go yet. Robb's arm where wrapped around me tightly; it seemed he was thinking the same thing. I this was our last night together then he wanted to be close. His hand was running through my loose curls as they ran down to my hips; shining a darker red than blood. Like a rose; like my mother.

We were awake; not speaking but awake. It was moments like these that proved we could still be in each other's presence without having to speak. It was nice just to be held in his arms as the night grew and the morning and the future battle drew closer. Robb's hands ran down my naked back, cupping my bottom before tracing the rise in skin where my bump was protruding; his fingers running lightly over the hard bulge. A slight nudge pushed against Robb's hand; the babe was interacting with his father.

"I love it when he does that." Robb whispered rolling over on his side so he could lean down and kiss the bump. He was so gentle when it came to our babe; it was weird to see him so loving. I knew Robb loved me and it was obvious he felt the same way about his child; I just hope his enemies don't see him this way.

"Your mother said that the babe would be moving around me now; he kicks and punches." I told him as his lips pressed against the rounded skin. Robb's eyes looked up at me; the blue shining brightly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked pulling himself up from the bump and leaning down to kiss my neck. Robb pulled himself over me; hovering over the bottom half of my body. Love making was becoming a challenge for us; it was the bump, it was getting in the way. Actually it was Robb, he was afraid he was going to hurt the babe.

"No Robb it doesn't; it's a comfort knowing he's there." I explained resting my hands over his neck as he lent down as sucked on my bottom lip. His hands rested on my thighs pulling them apart as he eased himself slowly inside me. The feeling was intense; he was going to take this slow. He would savour the feeling of being together before leaving tomorrow to fight for what was his. "I love you Robb Stark."

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Tears were burning my eyes, it was too hard to say goodbye to the one you love; to anyone you love. Robb was standing in front of me, dressed in his metal armour; ready for battle. It seemed so surreal watching all these men march off into the distance ready to sacrifice their lived for the possible future. It was used to the idea of the men going off to fight, but the meaning behind this battle; to save me, didn't sit well. I was glad they were doing it but to go out there know you could be killed made me feel like a horrid person.

I felt a firm hand land on my shoulder and my eyes lifted up and connected with the exquisite blue eyes of my husband; he was wearing a face full of serenity. He was hard and stubborn and this war started because of his loyalty; it would end at his hand.

"Don't get yourself killed." I whispered reaching up to cover his hand on my shoulder. I hated that I looked so weak with fresh trails of tears streaming down my face; I couldn't help it, my emotions have been flying everywhere. Robb's spare hand cupped my cheek wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb before giving me a sweet kiss.

"I'll try not to." He promised kissing me once again before pulling away and mounting his waiting horse. Seconds later he was riding into the south, leaving me standing alone. A soft hand clasped mine in theirs and softly squeezed. I looked down at the hand noting that it was small and slim; Arya.

"He's always kept his promises before Evie; you know he will try to keep this one." She murmured pulling me along softly as she followed Gendry down to the dungeons as he led us to the safety; away from any threats.

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Dark, cold walls surrounded me; there was an unsettling chill around the brick walls. Children were crying into their mothers chests and mothers were crying to each other; this was what war did to people. It tears them apart, takes away everything they once knew and turns it inside out, into something strange.

These women weren't made for a war; they were made to farm, marry, birth children. They didn't have the strength to watch their husbands, brother, fathers, sons go off at sacrifice their lives; they weren't strong enough to lose everything. I wasn't strong enough to lose everything.

It wasn't the safe being down here as it was to wander the castle's halls; Rickon or Arya following behind me. I felt trapped; it was tempting to leave. The beds weren't comfortable; the furs scratchy. Rickon was lying in front of me, his face pressed against the bump as he drifted off after speaking to the babe. Catelyn was resting on the bed next to us; Arya and Bran having a hushed conversation on my other side.

This wasn't what I wanted to be doing; I didn't want to be hiding away while Robb and many other men risked their lives. I wanted to be doing something; helping the injured, I didn't care. I felt like a coward hiding in the dungeons with other women and children, waiting to hear the news that we had either won or lost.

"I hate waiting; I should be out there." Arya mumbled sighing as she spoke with Bran; if she was trying to be quiet it wasn't working.

"You're a Lady Arya; ladies don't fight." Bran stated, a rustle coming after he spoke; he was still reading those books from the library.

"I'm not a Lady; I'm a Stark!" she declared raising her voice. Rickon sifted in his sleep at her words and I was worried he would wake; the poor boy needs to sleep. It was better for him to forget about this damn war.

"Just because you are a Stark it doesn't mean you can't be a lady as well." I implied turning my head to peer at her in the candle lit light; she was glaring at me. "You may deny it all you like Arya, but your appearance will never back you up." Bran chuckled at my words; this caused Arya to push him in annoyance.

"I don't care what you say! One day everyone will know me as Arya Stark; the woman that fought!" she exclaimed rising from her bed, hands resting on her hips as she glared at me and Bran.

"That day is not today, so shut up and go to sleep." Gendry's gruff voice called out from the side of Bran; he was trying to sleep like everyone else. Arya mouth dropped open at his words and she grumbled to herself as she twisted under her furs and curled up in her bed. Bran's eyes flashed over to me as he raised his eyes browns before dropping them back down to the book he was reading. This was the Stark family; my family.

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Echoing of shouts could be heard from the stairwell leading down to the dungeon; angry shouts. We had been in hiding for three days; it was a horrid three days. Those three days had passed slowly and everyone was sick of this place; sick of each other.

By the shouts coming from the stairs the thought of having lost the battle swam into my mind; Robb would not be shouting like that. A curly haired head came into view and my heart speed up as Theon Greyjoy's eyes connected with mine. What news did he bring?

"The King of the North is dead!"