Theon Greyjoy was gone and this time he was going to stay far away. I had been watching as he left; dragged behind a hoard of horses. Tyrion was riding at the front with a few of Robb's men and Theon was being dragged behind by a tightly knotted rope. It wasn't anything he didn't deserve. Now that Theon was gone I could bring this babe into the world away from his cruel, uncaring being. I turned away from the window and watched Robb as he entered the chamber and pulled the crown off his head; his curls bounced as if the wind was blowing them before settling against his head again.

Robb stood there facing me as if I knew I had been watching as he sent that traitor off into the North; he wouldn't say anything about it though. He stood by the desk while I stood by the window both watching the other yet not daring to speak. I ran my eyes over his face noting the way he clenched his jaw as his eyes flashed over my own face; I took in a deep breath and broke the silence.

"I want to go home." I whispered running my hand over my large protruding belly and flinching when the babe sent a sharp kick against my hand; it seemed the babe shared the same feelings as me. Robb looked devastated at my words and dropped down into the chair he stood next to; he rested his arms on his legs and ran his hands through his hair as he peeked up at me.

"You want to go back to The Twins? To your father?" he asked sounding heart-broken as he spoke. I couldn't help but let the small smile lift up the corners of my mouth at his words; he would never stop being cute.

"I meant Winterfell Robb; I want to go home." I informed him, taking the few steps that would have me standing in front of him. His arms wrapped round my hips and he brought me closer to him, pressing his face against my bump as he held me to him. I dragged my fingers through his curls as I stared at the wall behind him. "I want to have the babe in Winterfell Robb; I want him to be born in the North." Robb lifted his head from its resting place and unhooked his arms from around my hips as he stood, looking down at me.

"Can't you have the babe here Evie? This war isn't over and I don't want you up in the North alone." He muttered rubbing my cheek softly with the tips of his fingers as he spoke his words. I could see that he was hoping I would change my mind and travel down South with him when he went to face off Joffrey. I pushed myself out of his arms, rested them on my belly and glared up at him; I wasn't having any man order me around.

"Robb Stark I want this babe born at Winterfell! You can either come with me and be there at the birth or you can go off and fight a war that you no longer have a part in! You have done what you wanted; you got your sisters back! Let Stannis finish his side and take the throne. You belong with me now and I won't have you wandering around the South when you can be killed! You told me you wouldn't leave me alone with this babe Robb, but if you go South you will be breaking that promise." I fired at him taking a step back when he went to reach for me; it seems I have taken a disliking to my husband.

"Come on Evie, you knew what this marriage was going to bring. I'm King of the North; I have a duty to my people!" he snapped running his hands through his hair in frustration; something he had picked up since we had married.

"No Robb, you have a duty to me; I'm your wife! Or have you already forgotten that? I've seen the way you still look at the Talisa!" I spat wishing sometimes my looks could kill in an instant; it wasn't Robb I wished to kill.

"Are you honestly going to bring that up again? I haven't even spoken to her in months; you can get jealous real fast Evie. It can get tiring!" he fired back clenching his fists into balls as if stopping himself from grabbing at me. Robb was not a violent man but he couldn't help the anger that sometimes surged through him; we were in the middle of a war.

"I don't care whether or not you have spoken to her in months I don't want her coming back to Winterfell!" I shouted crossing me arms under my now large and slightly tender breasts. If there was one thing Robb had learnt in this marriage it was that I was stubborn; stubborn and heavily pregnant; not a good match.

"Fine she won't come back to Winterfell; I'll ask Edmure if she can stay here." He mumbled turning away from me as he collected a pile of papers from the desk as he sent a glare in my direction.

"I'll be leaving for Winterfell in three days Robb; you can either join me or stay here alone." I informed him as he walked over to the door grasping the handle in his palm. "If you miss the birth of your child I will never forgive you." I muttered to him as he opened the door. He turned his head to look at me giving me a sort of lost, confused look before sighing and leaving me alone in the room.