"Where are you sending her?" I asked as we stood looking down at the courtyard from our chambers; Eddard was snuggled within my arms dozing in his sleep. Robb was hovering by my side as he paid attention to the small scene in the courtyard; he was worried something would go wrong. Five days had passed since Eddard's birth and although no one had mentioned Talisa it didn't mean she had been forgotten; she had attempted to kill her Queen and was to be punished for it.

"She's been taken down to White Harbour where she will then be sent to Bravos; Lord Umber has assured me that he and a few men will be personally taking her there. They don't want to risk her escaping like the last time she was meant to be sent away; there is a very keen man waiting for her in Bravos. He will make sure she stays." Robb told me as his hand rested on the bottom of my back; he was always touching me in some way. I had figured out that it wasn't because he was overprotective as I had thought when Eddard was still inside my rounded stomach; it was because he loved me and needed some form of contact.

"I could never forgive her for what she did, but part of me is slightly grateful that she was the one there; we may not have a son if it was any other person." I muttered peering down at our son as I spoke the words. It was not a feeling I wanted to keep within me; I despised this woman yet part of me was thankful she delivered my son into the world.

"You should not feel sorry for her Evie; she tried to kill you and Eddard. She has to be punished for that." Robb pressed trying to control his anger as the words slipped passed his tongue; Robb was still furious about the event in which Eddard's birth occurred.

"I do not feel sympathetic towards her Robb! In my mind she doesn't deserve to live! I wish you would see what she's really like and sentence her to something move than banishment. Stannis saw her as just some Lady that helped out during the war and didn't put much thought into what happened to her; if he did his job properly she would even be here." I snapped in a low voice aware that my stress would wake Eddard; I didn't want him to wake. Robb was avoiding my eyes but I knew he could tell without having to look at my face that I was fuming with him. "You need to start acting like a real King Robb; stop seeing them as people, but as traitors or enemies. Theon deserved more than being sent to the wall and Talisa is being let off by being sent to the Free Cities."

"I'm trying not to be like the Mad King Evie; I don't want to be seen as some evil man that destroys the lives of the innocent." He cried out bring his hands up and dragging them through his hair; a usual trait when he was stressed or angry. My anger softened at his words and I moved one hand from my cradle around Eddard to grab one of his hands away from his hair.

"Robb you are nothing like the Mad King; you are a kind, wonderful man. Your problem is you are too soft to be a King. You live in the North so act like the Northerner you were born as; don't be too cold but you can't be too soft. Be that hard, yet sweet man I first met; you knew what you wanted then. You have to be on edge all the time; don't forget what we had to go through to get here today." I told him linking our fingers together as I leaned into his chest, careful not to knock Eddard but intent on getting close to him.

Robb sighed as I rested against him and his other hand fell from his hair and wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to his chest. A small whimper came from Eddard as he was bought against Robb's chest and Robb quickly pulled back as he stared down at our son. Every day that past Eddard seemed to grow more like Robb and I knew he would be a small version of Robb when he was older. I had my proof already; Eddard had only been in the world for five days and he was already changing.

"He will be presented to everyone tomorrow; Jon is arriving in the morning. Mother has already planned everything with Sansa's help." Robb muttered suddenly as his eyes moved from his son up to me. At the mention of showing Eddard off to the northerners my heart picked up speed and I brought him closer to my chest; I didn't want strangers looking at my son.

"I should have been the one to plan everything." I stated moving out of Robb's arms and settling Eddard down in his basinet; he whined softly before dropping back into his deep sleep. For a new-born he was quite never really crying unless he wanted a feed or changing; he was an ideal baby and I adored him. Robb's arms wrapped around me from behind and I leant back against his chest even if I was slightly upset with him.

"You've just had a baby Evie; you don't need to be stressing yourself out by planning stupid things. You need to be taking care of yourself and Eddard; that's what is important." He hummed as his lips pressed against my neck as he kissed his way down to my shoulder. "I think it's been good to keep mother's mind of off Bran; it's the first time she left his room. Other than the times she's come here to see you that is."

"I know Robb, I just don't want to feel incapable and look like a worthless Queen; I want to be seen as a strong Queen. I want to be a match for you Robb." I told him closing my eyes as his hands ran down and rested on my stomach; it was starting to lose the extra fat I had gotten from carrying Eddard. His hands felt good as they rested on my stomach but it felt strange for there to no longer be a large bump for his hands to rest on.

"You are strong; you proved that when you brought Eddard into this world. No other woman would have been able to survive having a babe the way you did; yes they may have been in a similar situation but coming back from the dead. Evie you are a remarkable woman and you are the perfect match for me. Your worries are petty and you have no need to stress over them." Robb assured me turning me in his arm and resting his hands against my cheeks; my eyes opened when he turned me to face him. His blue eyes were bright within the room and I feel in love with him all over again.

"I love you Robb Stark." I whispered leaning up to press my lips against his; he was happy to accept to kiss with one of his own.

"And I love you Eibhleann Stark." He mumbled against my lips.

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The crowd of people lining up to enter the hall was growing; there were far too many people here for my liking. Robb was stood behind the chair I was sitting in, his hand resting on the hard wood as many of his people rushed forward presenting thing to their Young Prince; Eddard was safely wrapped within a thick fur and was resting in my arms. It was one of those rare occasions where he was awake and didn't want to be fed or changed; he was quite content lying in my arms and watching. As I peered down at him now I took in how his light blue eyes flashed across the walls and then flew back to look at Robb whenever he cleared his throat and spoke. It made me smile when Eddard's eyes focused in his father whenever he heard him speak; it made me realize he knew who he was.

"This is Brom from the Long Lake, he's travelled here with his wife and sons to greet and leave gift to Prince Eddard Stark on his name-day." Catelyn called out as a middle-aged man walked forward with a young woman and two sons under the age of ten. They all looked the same with brown eyes and brown hair; they were definitely a family that lived in the North. I had no idea what importance he had to Robb and Winterfell but he felt the need to come here and see my son. The man stepped forward from his wife and sons dipping in a bow as he rested on his knees; he had raised within his hands a wooden fish decorated with delicate engravings.

"Brom is a fisherman Evie; he brings Winterfell most of its fish livestock." Robb muttered in my ears as Brom rose from his knees and dipped his head down in the usual sign of respect before ushering his wife towards us. Within her hands was a thick piece of fabric elegantly designed with the markings of a direwolf.

"A small gift for the Young Prince to grow into within his first year." She muttered softly handing the fabric over to Sansa as she eagerly reached out to inspect the direwolf. "I hope your boy grows strong like his father." She told me before directing her eyes to Catelyn and giving her a sad yet knowing smile. "I hope your boy come through from his sleep without any suffering." She whispered taking hold of Catelyn's hand giving it a soft squeeze before leaving and following her husband out.

My thoughts were on Brom's wife and the words she spoke for the next few visitors that presented themselves to us so it came to a surprise to me when Eddard was suddenly moved from my arms. My mind snapped back to the present and I attempted to pull him back into my warmth before I realized it as only Robb.

He had already turned his back to me when my eyes looked up to try and meet his so I stood from my seat hoping today's ceremony had finished. Robb stopped a few feet from my chair and I wondered if he was going to say a few words to his people before we left. It came to my surprise when he didn't speak at all just handed Eddard over to someone and let out a small chuckle.

There was my overprotective husband and a very new father handing our son over to someone we didn't know well. I knew for a fact that it wasn't anyone we trusted with Eddard because I could she Catelyn looking over from her place with a soft smile, Sansa was standing by the chairs her eyes wide and a smile gracing her lips. Arya was stood next to Gendry n the back wall and it seemed like Gendry was holding her back for some reason; maybe she knew who Robb was speaking to or she disliked Eddard being handed down to strangers like I did.

There was only two other people apart from Maester Steel that we would trust with Eddard and that was Tyrion and Rickon, but I knew for a fact that Tyrion had taken Rickon out for a walk around the empty village with Osha and Hodor; they were going to teach him the ways of the village people so he would understand there importance.

Who was there left for Robb to trust so much that he would allow them to hold our son without a thought? Who could he believe would keep our son safe he would simple hand him over with one look?

"Robb?" I called out stepping up behind him raising my hand to rest against his shoulder softly so he would turn to face me. He turned at his name without the need of my hand to pull him from whoever caught his attention. As he turned I caught a glimpse of dark nearing black wavy hair before it was covered by Robb's cloaked shoulder. "Who that?" I questioned stepping closer to try and peek over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the man, woman holding my son. I was clear to me now that I did not like people holding son when I did not know them. Forget that Robb may have known them I was Eddard's mother; I have carried him for the extended amount of time, I had a right to be protective.

Robb had a grin plastered upon his face and as I spoke my words it seemed to grow larger; it seemed my husband was extremely happy to see this person. His hand grasped mine and he pulled me into his side as he turned us to face the man holding our son; the man looked familiar yet I knew I had never met him.

No it was true I had never met him but his appearance was so shockingly similar to one I had seen before that I knew who he was just form his appearance. Messy black curls framed the man's face as they rested against his shoulders, brushing the top of his black furs which fell to the ground next to his black boots. His eyes were a shocking blue like my husbands and they loved lovingly down at Eddard; eyes I was so used to seeing from the few people I loved. It was true what those people said when they spoke about Ned Stark; it was true when they spoke about his bastard child.

Jon Snow really did look like his father.