The darkness surrounded me, closing in around the room as I lie awake on my old bed at The Twins. I was sharing the same room as a few of my sisters, having declined the offer of my own chamber; in my mind there was no point if I wasn't with Robb. To me Robb had made his decision; he had chosen to leave me. He had chosen to leave me and his child.

He once told me when we were first married that when we had a child he would never leave; it seems he had lied and gone back on his word. Catelyn had told me I was over reacting but I could see what she was really thinking. That one time Ned left her he had come back with some other woman's son; one that wasn't hers. I could see in her eyes that she thought the same would become of me. Would Robb return with another woman's babe? Would he return with Talisa's son?

I had been horrid to him, I had treated him poorly; I wasn't a loyal wife. I was a disgrace; I brought disgrace to the Stark name. I pulled myself up out of the bed and silently slipped on my boots; I couldn't stay in this room, not when Robb wasn't here with me.

I had been thinking the same things in my head for the last three days as we travelled up to The Twins; I made a mistake. I should have stayed with Robb; he would have protected me against my dreams. He would have never let any harm come to me and the babe; I should have trusted him and not been selfish. It was true I had been selfish; I had let me feelings get the best of me and I may have lost the most precious thing to me.

I shuffled over to the door – it was getting harder for me to walk now with this large, bulging bump – and opened it slowly hoping it would wake any of my sisters. I didn't need Ayleth, Thea, Anne or Margaret waking up and asking if everything was okay. Ever since I had returned they had treated me differently – I was still their little sister not their queen. I would always be their little sister; I was their little sister first.

I needed to be alone with my thoughts for the night; I need to decide where I was going from here. I stumbled down the dark corridors until I came to the open and empty courtyard decorated in blooming flowers; this was my mother's garden. It was one thing my father had kept after my mother died; he had ordered the maid to keep everything alive. I picked a thorn-less rose from a near-by bush as I made my way through the twist and turns of the garden to reach the stables.

No stable boys of guards were around and I was thankful that I would have the place to myself; I walked to the end of the stable and reached the pen that held Faith. It had been a long time since I had last seen her; Gendry had been taking care of her for me and I had only seen her a few time during my stay at Riverrun. I ran my hand over her nose and picked up a handful of the oats lifting them up to her mouth.

"Hey girl, long time isn't it?" I whispered running my hands through her white mane and patting her nose gently as she chewed up the oats from my hand. "I'm confused Faith; I think I made the wrong choice. I should be with Robb, but my fear got the better of me." I told her smiling slightly as her big brown eyes stared at me as if she was actually listening to me. "I feel like I should go back to him; I need to go back to him. I can't stand being this far away from him; he has my heart and it's painful." A soft grumble emitted through her mouth and it was as if she was telling me to leave here and return to Robb.

"You should go to him." A gruff voice announced from behind me. Startled by the unannounced voice I spun around eyes wide with fear to face my brother Olyvar; it was unusual for Olyvar to speak to anyone. I was confused by his words and I wondered whether he was talking to me or someone else; of course he was talking to me. I always had the feeling that he thought I was just some maid that worked at The Twins; not his sister.

"I'm sorry?" I muttered looking at him confused to why he was actually speaking to me. Olyvar stepped into the light that shone into the stable and gave me a grim smile; he had taken after our father in appearance. He was a… unattractive guy and I knew that there was no hope in him getting a wife.

"The King, you should go to him; I don't doubt that he feels the same way." He mumbled crossing his arms over his chest as he peered down at me; his eyes stopped at my large rounded stomach.

"I appreciate your words Olyvar, but I can't leave; the roads are dangerous and I'm nearing the birth." I told him stepping back near the other exit of the stable so I could escape if the uneasy feeling I was receiving grew. Why was my brother acting so strange? He had never spoken to me before I married Robb and now he was talking about me leaving in the night and riding back to my husband.

"I was only trying to be helpful." He mumbled frowning at me as I continued to step away. I gave him a forced smile and settled a hand on my bump as I dipped my head down at Olyvar.

"I know Olyvar; and it was kind of you." I said turning to face the exit of the stables before looking back at my brother. "I'm going back to my chambers now; I hope you have a goodnight." I turned away from him hearing a soft mumbled as I walked through the garden and back down into the corridors leading to my chamber. What Olyvar was up to I had no idea and I don't want to know.

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The sun was shining over my face and it reminded me why I hated being the youngest child of Walder Frey; I always got the worst things. This bed was possible the most comfortable in the castle but the position was in a horrid position; right under the window. It always allowed the sun to shine through in the early hours of the morning and woke me before my sisters.

This morning was different; this morning I woke to the whispers of my sisters. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and peered over at the large bed they were all sat on. I smiled as I watched the four of them interact together; they still did the same thing they did each morning. Anne as the oldest out of the five of us at ten and nine was sitting behind Margaret the second youngest out of us at ten and seven and was braiding her hair into a simple twist. All four of the girls looked similar; all had mousy brown hair and light bark eyes. They all took after our father more than their mothers. Ayleth and Thea were a set of twins and had been born to an unusual pretty farm girl that our father had taken a liking to; she had married him just like the other girls.

Sometimes it made me wonder what they all saw in him. I had asked my mother once before she passed and she replied with a simple statement with a soft smile.

"Your father is a charmer dear; he charms all the girls into his bed. He will never be faithful to just one woman. Like now for instance he had four wives and has sired seven children from us. Thankfully it seems his seed is wasting away and you are his last child."

It had been true my father's seed hadn't spread any further since my birth yet it seemed he would not admit to his dying seed. I was somewhat thankful for this as I seemed the maids had a soft spot for me; I was their babe and it seemed I always would be.

"You started without me." I called out to my sisters giving them a large smile as the all stopped what they were doing and stared over at me. Ayleth was the first to respond to my words as she rushed off of the bed and perched herself beside me.

"We wanted to make sure you were rested well; that babe looks ready to come out." She teased rubbing her hand over the round belly as she smiled up at me. "You don't need your hair braided Eb; your curls are beautiful." I smiled at her words and accepted the hand she offered to help me up.

"When are we walking down to breakfast?" I asked them placing a slip and light blue dress onto my bed before turning to face Anne; we all seemed to look up to Anne considering she was the eldest.

"Once we dress proper for the presence of the Queen." Anne tormented smiling widely at me as I glared at her. I hated that she called me that; I was still her baby sister and wished she would treat me like that. She make have joked about nit yet I knew she still meant it; Anne always treated people with respect.

"Oh Anne you never will learn that our little Eb hates to being called a Queen." Thea stated her words flowing softly as she gave a pointed look to our eldest sister. Anne frowned at her as she pulled out an orange dress and threw it at Thea's face.

"Has her declarations of being called Eibhleann been wasted n you dear sister?" Margaret asked climbing to her feet and moving over to her bed where a pink dress was waiting. Anne looked over at me and pulled a face before grabbing the red dress she had planned to wear.

"It does not matter as long as she stays our sister and write to us when she moves up to Winterfell." Anne muttered turning her back to us as she slipped out of her nightdress. I rolled my eyes as I also turned and slid off my nightdress.

"I wouldn't dare to forget." I stated picking up the soft slip as I attempted to struggle into it.

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Breakfast finished quickly and we wandered into the garden's we used to play in when we were young girls; my mother's garden. Thea was currently telling us a story about how Roslin had been in a huff ever since the announcement that Robb had married me; she was hoping once he saw her he would change his mind.

"She's so dense; honestly has she seen herself?" Ayleth mumbled linking her arm with mine as she picked up a cute light purple flower and laced it in my curls.

"Ally it isn't nice to be spiteful; don't break her dreams." I scolded her slapping her hand lightly; although I had told her off I wasn't able to keep the smile off my face.

"She should know by now she is twenty and one; if she hasn't a man now then she won't get one." Ayleth stated giving me a pointed look. Ayleth was like Arya in many ways and it made me wonder where my good-sister was.

"Ayleth stop being childish!" Anne spat at her clipping her round the ear with a snap of her fingers. Ally cried out in pain and went to hit her back when a high-pitched scream-like-laugh entered the garden. We all tuned as Arya ran through the garden with a smile on her face; she stood wide eyed when she saw us.

"Oh I'm sorry Evie." She mumbled dipping her head down in respect as she looked up at me. I frowned down at her wondering why she was speaking to me with such manners.

"Who was chasing you Arya?" I asked looking over to the corner she had ran round. Arya flashed her eyes to the same corner and I noticed a flash of fear flow threw her eyes; it was then that I knew who she had annoyed. "Have you been pestering Gendry again?" I asked and received my answer as he came walking round the corner; he was clothed in only his breeches. It seemed he had been working in the blacksmith this morning; he had asked about it on the journey up here. His blue eyes locked onto me and he froze on the spot his eyes widening as they flew onto my sisters.

"I'm sorry your grace I didn't not know you were here." He mumbled dropping his head and gaze down to the floor; he had not learnt. I had told him many times to call me Evie and yet he still disagreed and only did so when it was just the two of us.

"Gendry you have no need to apologize." I ensured the boy as I waited for his head to rise; he did so a few seconds after I spoke. "These are my sisters; Anne, Ayleth, Thea and Margaret." I pointed to each sister as I listed off their names before dropping my hand to rest on my bump. "Girls this is Gendry; he's my personal guard."

"Pleasure to meet you." Anne muttered dipping her head down at Gendry with respect; she obviously thought he was respectful in her mind. Gendry returned the gesture before glancing at Arya and then looking back at me.

"I should be returning to the smithy; Lady Stark wishes Arya to stay with you." He mumbled before quickly leaving. The four girls quickly rushed into whispers and giggles; I raised my eyebrows at Arya and ushered her over.

"Oh Eb he's gorgeous; where did you find him?" Ayleth giggled clutching onto my arms as she blushed with admiration. I noticed Arya glare at her as she spoke her words and I allowed my smile to spread.

"You have no chance with Gendry Ally; little Arya has already captured his heart." I told her shaking off her arm as I pulled Arya down into a seat in the bench close by. Ayleth turned her eyes onto the young girl and furrowed her brows; she was possibly wondering how that had happened.

"How did you steal the heat of a man?" Ayleth asked kneeling down in front of Arya as she peered up at the girl of ten and two. Arya looked down at Ayleth as the three other girls settled down next to Ally and peered at the girl with wonder.

"I don't understand." Arya mumbled looking at my four sisters confused. I smiled at this and leant forward so I could speak directly to Ayleth.

"She a fierce girl Ally, she's a Stark; she has wolf blood within her."