Sansa pulled away from Robb's hug and smiled softly at him before her eyes settled on me; she had similar eyes to Robb, all the Stark's did. Tyrion stepped forward grabbing Robb's attention, allowing Sansa to walk over.

"Sansa Stark; I've been waiting to meet you." I told her smiling softly as she came to a stop in front of me. Her eyes moved over my face before settling on the large bump. Three weeks had passed since receiving Tyrion's letter and now he turns up unannounced with the sister of the King of the North; what was he playing at?

"You must be Robb's wife." Sansa muttered nodding down to the bump as she spoke; I was nearing seven months now, the bump was large. My hand rested against the bump as the babe sent a kick into my side; this was the only part I hated, the kicks were getting harder. I nodded my head at her words and once again smiled; how was I meant to greet her? Shake her hand? Bring her into a hug?

"Eibhleann Stark; you can call me Evie, everyone else does." I informed her looking over at Robb as he shared hushed words with Tyrion; my eyes darted back to Sansa, her own eyes looking longingly at the castle. "Did you want to see your mother?" I asked drawing her attention and a small smile.

"I would appreciate that your grace." She mumbled lowering her eyes to the floor as she turned her head back to me. She was too set in her ways; Arya had mentioned that before when she spoke of her sister; she seemed rather timid around people.

"It's just Evie, Sansa; no need for all this 'your grace' stuff." I told her offering my hand out for her and feeling a burst of happiness as she accepted and latched onto my hand. I strolled away with her taking her in the direction of her mother; a mother that had no clue she was here.

"You are a royal though and all royals should be treated with respect." She declared in a tight voice her eyes staring straight ahead and her lips in a thin line. I squeezed her hand and turned her as I slowed to a stop. I took hold of her chin directing her eyes up so they connected with mine.

"You don't have to treat me with respect Sansa; a little would be appreciated. I'm your good-sister not your noble; understand?" I pressed hoping she would understand what I was saying. Sansa flicked her eyes away before looking back at me.

"You are a queen though and you shall be respected." She voiced her eyes determined that she was right in this conversation. She was exactly like Arya explained she would be; respecting those of higher blood.

"Sansa I wasn't born a queen; I was born a Frey. I hold no more respect than you; you possible hold more. You were born a Stark; I a Frey. I can assure you that I only have me higher status because I married into your family name." I expressed releasing her chin and taking her hand again as I led her door the hall that would led her to her mother. We walked in silence the rest of the way only stopping when we reached Catelyn's door, I took hold of both her hands smiling softly before reaching the handle. "Treat me as a sister not a queen." I whispered before opening the door and ushering her in before closing the two in and leaving them alone.

GOTGOTGOTGOT

The night was dark, the chamber cold; there were no candles lit and the furs were wet with a sticky substance. A few maids came running in lighting up the candles before removing the furs from the bed. Robb was calling out form the hall exclaiming and demanding to be let in.

"I'm your King!" he shouted at whoever was keeping him from being in the room with me. A sharp pain shot through my stomach causing me to scream out and clutch onto the fur behind me. I looked down at the bed and noticed all the blood; scarlet red blood. Two maids grabbed hold of either leg pulling them apart as an older scarier looking maid perched down between my legs. This maid had her face hidden by a veil; only her dark green eyes could be seen.

She had a knife within her hands and set it down beside her as she then reached forward and grabbed hold of the babes protruding head. The pain grew and my cries showed how much pain I was in; this wasn't what I was expecting. The pain was to be expected, but everything else; no I wasn't expecting that.

"Robb, I want Robb." I cried out clutching hold on one of the passing maids; she shook my hand off with a hiss. Who were these people? Where was Lily, Osha or even Catelyn? Why would they leave me here alone when I needed them the most?

A cry from both me and the babe entered the world at the same time; the beautiful cry of my babe. I looked over at the old maid as she held onto me babe staring down at him with a glare. I reached out for my babe wanting to hold him/her in my arms, but the old maid moved further back out of my reach.

"You have a son," she whispered her eyes glaring into my own as she spoke. One hand reached up to her veil and pulled it down; long blonde hair dropped around her shoulders and her face was revealed. My breathing got heavier as I recognized the face of the lady that just birthed my son; Cersie Lannister. "You killed my father, my son and you turned everyone against me. I think I owe you the same." She seethed picking up the knife beside her and bringing it down, plunging it into my babe's heart.

A painful cry erupted from the boy before blood pooled from the wound and his life was gone.

I shot up, tears rolling down my cheeks and my hand resting on the bump; the babe was still there. It was only a dream; it wasn't real. Even though I knew that it was dream I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"What's wrong Evie?" Robb asked sitting up in the bed as well wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. I dropped my face against the cotton shirt he had on and wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me close.

"It was just a dream; it wasn't real." I cried pressing my face further into his chest hoping he wouldn't press for more information. He held me to him until my tears stopped and the stuttering of breath slow down until he pulled away and lifted my head up questioning me with his eyes.

"What happened?" he demanded softly rubbing circles on my back in a soothing way. He was looking down at me with his wide, blue eyes and I couldn't resist.

"I was having the babe; this weird woman wearing a veil was delivering him. Once he was born she held onto him as she removed the veil and revealed herself to me. I have never been so scared in my life but when I saw her face I know something was going to happen." I whispered feeling the tears fall again as the dream appeared in my mind. Robb's hands moved from my back and cupped my face, lifting it up so I was looking at him directly.

"How was the woman Evie?" he asked softly rubbing his thumbs against my cheeks as he wiped away my tears. I looked up into his eyes locking them for a few seconds before looking back down at my hands as he rested upon my bump.

"Cersie Lannister, Robb; she drove a knife into his heart. She killed him." I muttered quietly peeking up at him through my lashes. His face was unreadable as he took in the information and then his eyes connected with mine.

"I won't let anyone touch you or my son. I promise you that; this war will be over soon. We'll go back up to Winterfell and we will raise this babe and have our family. No one will hurt you." He stated eyes sincere as his words; he meant every word and I believed him. I nodded my head at his words and wiped away the tears. I leant up and touched his lips with mine as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back so we were resting against the pillows.

I was going to be safe; the babe was going to be safe. Robb was going to protect us and we were going to be fine; we would stay together. This war would end soon and then we could go home; go back to the North, home to Winterfell.