"The King of the North is dead!" Those words made me choke on my own breath. It couldn't be true; this was my Robb. He had promised to come back; he never meant to break his promises. Yet the words repeated again.
"The King of the North is dead!" If those words were true then I was left in this world alone; I had to bring this babe into the world. My Robb had left me alone with his son; this was going to kill me. I couldn't handle the words; I could handle the truth. A wild, lone tear rolled down my cheek and I sucked in a shaky breath as the words rang in my ears.
"The King of the North is dead!" I was alone in this world; my only family had left me. I still had Catelyn and her children, but Robb was my true family. I lowered my hand to my bump feeling the babe kick against my hand as he reminded me that he had lost his father as well. The thought of our child bought back Theon's words.
"The King of the North is dead!" My heart was breaking; I could feel it tearing apart inside me. I felt sick, the thought of Robb never being with me again turned my stomach and it wasn't the babe turning inside. I was breaking apart without Robb here; I didn't even know if he was dead. I didn't feel it but I was feeling raw; like he was missing. The words screamed at me, bursting my ears.
"The King of the North is dead!" The words kept repeating in my head. Where Theon's words true? Was my husband really dead? Had Robb broken his promise and left me? My eyes were swelling up with tears at the thought of my husband dead on the battlefield. How did he die? Was it painful? Quick? Who killed him?
All around me cheers and laughter could be heard; I don't understand, why were people cheering? Where they happy that their king was dead? I could hear Arya and Bran laughing; were they happy that there brother was dead. Catelyn was cheering, telling Rickon the news as he was woken by the loud applause and cheering.
What was wrong with these people? Where they happy that my husband had died; had been killed to save them? I stood form my bed and once I was on my feet I stumbled back and collapsed against the furs grabbing hold of little Rickon as I fell.
"Evie!" Catelyn exclaimed kneeling in front of me as she helped Rickon off the floor where he had fallen as I grabbed him. I felt strong hands supporting me from behind and new Gendry was trying to keep me from falling. "What's wrong?" she asked holding Rickon against her as they both looked up at me in confusion.
"Why are you all cheering? I don't understand!" I cried looking up at my good-mother. How could she be cheering and smiling at the death of her son?
"We won; we won the battle!" Arya shouted amazement and happiness evident on her face. Bran was smiling next to her and I could see the many women and children in the back ground leaving the dungeons with large smiled on their faces.
"Robb's dead!" I shouted attempting to climb to my feet so I could look down at them all. I was stopped by the hard pressure of Gendry's hands; it was possible he didn't want me to fall again. They all looked at me in confusion and Rickon burst into tears at my words.
"What are you talking about Evie; Robb's not dead." Catelyn stated giving me a frown as her hand pressed down on my forehead. I wasn't ill I know what I heard and Theon said that Robb was dead!
"I'm not ill Catelyn; I know what I heard. Theon came down and told us that Robb was dead. The King of the North is dead; those were his words!" I declared pointing over at Theon as he wandered around the room speaking to a few of the younger maids. Everyone's eyes turned to the old ward before shooting back to me.
"You misheard Evie; Tywin Lannister is dead. Robb is fine; he's probably waiting for you." Catelyn told me holding my face in her hands; her eyes were telling truth.
"But I heard him say King of the North." I muttered looking into her eyes hoping she would believe me. Catelyn nodded her head as she brought her lips up to my forehead.
"You're carrying a babe; you're tired. You haven't slept properly in three day; your mind is playing tricks in you. Robb's fine; shall we go find him?" she said raising to her feet and then grabbing my hand leading me to the stairs; Rickon and Arya rushed ahead of us while Gendry picked up Bran.
The halls wound round and it seemed to take forever just to reach the open entrance hall where many men were standing around receiving food from maids. Robb was stood in the middle of the men talking with Lord Umber and Edmure; he was alive.
"Robb!" I whispered releasing Catelyn's hand and rushing over to my husband; the men moved out of my way as I walked forward. I watched as Edmure said something to Robb nodding in my direction; Robb turned and his arms wrapped around. He lifted me up into a hard hug burying his face into my hair; he was alive.
"Evie, oh I've missed you." He mumbled bringing his lips down to mine engaging them in a passionate kiss. His hands ran down and rested on the small of my back pulling me closer to him; my bump pressing against his metal armour. The kiss was a little inappropriate for public, but I wasn't going to stop Robb from showing his love.
"Maybe you should take this to your chambers." Edmure hinted the smug tone appearing his voice; he was a humorous person and he allowed it to show. Robb pulled away and turned to face his uncle as my cheeks burned a light red.
"I think we just might." Robb announced grabbing my hand and dragging me off into the direction of our chamber. My cheeks burnt a fierce red as many men cheered at their king's words.