The morning was brought with the sound of the pattering rain as it drummed against the window of our chamber. Robb was running his hands over my bump, waking me at his constant muttering and sighs; something was wrong with him.
"What's on your mind?" I whispered turning over so I was facing him. His eyes looked down at me and he raised his eyes brows before dipping down and pecking my lips.
"Tyrion has knelt down to me and acknowledged me as his king." Robb announced as he pressed a kiss against my forehead. I sat up pulling out of his hold and looked down at him; Robb pulled himself up so he was sitting as well.
"What do you mean he's knelt down to you? He's a Lannister, his allegiance lies with Joffrey." I said pulling off the fur that had been covering me. I gave Robb a funny look before clambering out of the bed and waddling over to my chest and pulling out a purple cotton dress and clean slip.
"He claimed he only ever made his allegiance with Joffrey because of his father; he doesn't care for his family only little Tommen and Myrcella. Sansa has explained her story and Tyrion has been nothing but good to her." Robb explained helping me lift the night dress over my head; his hands slipped over my bare skin resting under my breasts, above my bump. "He was told to marry Sansa or die; instead he escaped King's Landing with her and brought her here."
"I met him briefly when the King's guard was travelling up to Winterfell; he seemed interested in a few of my sister's. He likes his woman and his ale." I mumbled leaning back against his chest, resting my head against his shoulder. "He is rather intelligent as well Robb; he told a few of us that if we wear our names on our sleeves no words could hurt us."
"He speaks true words; you are a Stark, you are the queen. You can act like on Evie." He put forth as he kiss my neck as his hands cupped my breasts squeezing them lightly before running them down o rest just under my bump.
"I don't like to act like a queen; I don't know how queens act Robb. The only queen I could learn form is Cersie and she's a cold hearted bitch." I claimed grabbing hold of his hands as they went to go lower; now was not the time to start making love. We had breakfast to attend; the fist with our new guests.
"I love when you bad mouth; I love the fire you hold within you." He purred lifting up my hair and kissing down my neck and over my shoulders.
"We should dress Robb; they will be serving breakfast soon. We have guests to greet and possible questions to answer." I mentioned pulling his hands away and turning to face him as I lifted my slip from the chest. Robb's eyes trailed down from my face and rested on my naked body; I couldn't help but feel fat with this growing bump. "Please don't look at me Robb."
"You're beautiful; why wouldn't I look at you?" he inquired flicking his eyes up at me as he spoke. I gestured down to the bump with raised eyebrows knowing he would understand. A soft smile appeared on his face and his eyes flashed with amusement. "You only appear fat because you are growing a babe Evie; our son. To me you look great; to other men you are unavailable." He stated running a smooth hand along my bump before kissing the corner of my lip.
"You're only happy because it's your child I carry and no other man can touch me." I grumbled turning my back to him and pulling on my slip.
"And because I love you; I wouldn't want no man to spoil you." He commented moving over to his chest and pulling out a pair of breeches and a shirt.
"You spoiled me first; who else would want to do so?" I mumbled smiling to myself as I slipped into the purple dress and tied the laces at the font.
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Breakfast started quietly; no one spoke just stared at Tyrion. Many of the men were wonder what the Lannister was doing here, but didn't dare ask questions as he was sat upon the royal table. One person who disliked the new arrival at Riverrun was Theon Greyjoy; he had been replaced by Tyrion and was now sitting with other solders.
The look he was sending Tyrion a look of pure loathing; I bet this was never in his plans. In Theon's eyes he had just been replaced with a lower form; Tyrion had been given Theon's seat. If I didn't know better the look that Theon had upon his face was one of great thought; a thought that could possible go against us.
"When did you and Robb marry?" a soft voice came from beside me, my eyes left Theon and fixed upon Sansa. Her hair was loose and ran down her back; very different from the way she wore it upon her arrival.
"Seven months ago, but I knew him a near two months before we married." I explained taking a bite out of my toast after I replied to her. She nodded her head at the answer before dropping her eyes down to my protruding belly.
"How long have you been with babe?" At the thought of the babe her eyes lit up bringing the dull blue to the sea blue of Robb's. Was it possible that she enjoyed the company of children? I can remember Robb saying something about how she was so insistent of having children with Joffrey before she knew what he was really like.
"Seven months, I only have two left before he's here." I smiled at the words resting a hand on the bump as he sent me a kick. My smile grew at the thought of holding him and having him in my arms instead of my womb. Sansa watched curiously as I smiled to myself and I grabbed her hand resting it on the bump waiting for a kick. A few seconds later he kicked again this time under his aunt's hand; I couldn't help but smile at the feeling. "Did you feel it?"
"Yes; it is truly remarkable." She muttered keeping her hand on the bump waiting for another kick. This babe was going to be the thing that brought Sansa Stark back to us; he was going to change her. "You said it was a he?"
"No Robb said he was he; it just sticks now." I informed her leaning forward to reach for my glass of milk; strange but I was craving it. Sansa removed her hand and picked up her own toast, taking my example as her lead. "It would be appreciated if you could help me with the babe." I muttered to her hoping she would accept. Sansa froze and gently placed her toast in the plate before turning her head to look at me.
"Won't you have maids and a nanny to look after the babe? I mean you are a queen and your child deserves the best. You wouldn't want me to help when you have them." She expressed fiddling with the folds in her dress. She was looking down as she spoke and her hair flew forward hidden her face from me. I couldn't help the laugh that left my mouth, but I tried to stifle it as she looked up with a hurt expression.
"I'm sorry Sansa I'm not laughing at you; just your suggestion. I may be a queen, but I'm not like Cersie; I suppose she told you children of royal blood should have the best right?" Sansa nodded at my words and I gave her a soft smile as I rested a hand upon my bump smiling down at it softly. "My babe won't be brought up that way; they will be brought up with love. I won't have another woman bringing up my child when I am more than capable of doing it myself." I stated smiling over at Robb as he conversed with his mother and Tyrion. Robb would want our child to be brought up with the love it deserved and not by some maid.
"You don't have to apologize I didn't know that you don't believe what other royals do; you are not what I expected when I found out Robb had married." She announced giving me a smile as she spoke. I didn't know whether that was a compliment or an insult; did she like me or despise me?
"What do you mean Sansa?" I questioned hoping it was indeed something good and not bad. I don't think I would be able to cope with the idea of Sansa disliking me when her other siblings enjoyed spending time with me.
"I enjoy your company; you're not obsessed with having royal blood. I thought Robb would marry a girl who would bath in the status of being queen; but it seems you really love him." She told me smiling after her words. The words also brought a smile to my face and I knew from that moment that I would get along with Sansa; it seemed I fit in with the Stark's.
"I would like to spend time with you Sansa; would you join me when I accompany Bran to the library?" I asked her wanting her to except so this bonding session would grow.
"I would enjoy that very much." She replied giving me a soft smile before turning back to her breakfast.
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The library was dark and gloomy and I could tell that Sansa disliked it; I had made a promise to Bran though and I was going to keep it. I found him in his familiar seat; by the window. He was surrounded by many old, frail books; books he was bound to take back to Winterfell.
"You weren't at breakfast Bran." I muttered to the boy picking up a book as I took a seat next to him. Sansa perched on a close chair next to the table; she had set her hands in her lap.
"I wasn't hungry." He told me as he continued to flick through book he was reading. He looked tired and ill; his skin was pale and I looked dry. I raised my hand and rested it against his burning forehead; he was brewing a fever.
"You should be in bed Bran." I informed him looking around the library for Osha or Hodor; upon spotting the wild woman I called her over. "Could you take Bran back to his chambers Osha; he's coming down with a fever. Bran started to protest but I wasn't going to have that. "Brandon Stark you listen to me now! You have a fever, rest in bed and get better; take your books if you must." Bran sighed at my words and piled the three books onto his lap as Osha cradled him in her arms and took him out of the library.
"You handled that well." Sansa spoke interrupting my thoughts and notifying me that she was still there; she was so quiet. I turned to look at her and gave her a soft smile; she was right I did handle that well.
"Bran needs a firm hand; he would have gotten worse of he didn't listen to me." I told her as I looked over at a bookshelf by the far window. "They have some wonderful stories over there; you might be interested." I nodded towards the far bookshelf and watched as she stood and walked over selecting a book as she reached the shelf.
I wanted Sansa to feel part of the family again; she was distancing herself from her siblings. If she wanted to remove the memories of her time in King's Landing she was going to have to let us in; maybe by reading she would slowly open up and interact with her family.