The flame from her last candle had flickered out hours ago, but Lacy was still awake. She laid in her bed, mind racing of what tomorrow would bring. She turned onto her back, staring up at the ceiling wishing that she could just fall asleep. Her mind wondered to how tomorrow morning would play out; what children would stay and who would go with the royal party back to Kingslanding. She thought of Robb, and how he would have to step up and rule over Winterfell and be the new warden of the North. Her heart broke as she thought of him. The last that she spoke to him he had told her that he would try and talk to his father about it, that maybe he would change his mothers mind. She had seen the glares from Robb as she danced all night with the Prince against her will, and by the third dance, he had left the dining hall.

She jumped at the sound of a knock on her door. "Yes?"

The door opened and a familiar face entered; Robb.

"Robb, what are you doing here at this hour? If you get caught…"

"I had to see you Lace. I can't let you leave tomorrow."

"I don't want to either Robb, but…we have to say goodbye." Her voice fell as she let their fate finally hit her.

"I tried to talk to my father but…with him being the new Hand of the King…he's been a bit preoccupied with his own things."

They were quiet for a while, and Lacy felt tears sting the back of her eyes. "So, did you hear anything about who is going to be leaving with us tomorrow?" Lacy asked, trying desperately to push back her tears.

"Sansa and Arya are going with you and…Jon is too." Lacy looked at Robb shocked.

"Jon?" The corner of her mouth twitched with a smile. Did Amelia and Jon work everything out and he was going to go with her after all?

"He's…joining the Knights Watch. He told me tonight, right before I came to see you."

Lacey's smile fell. "He's…"

"Our Uncle is part of the Watch, and Jon has never felt like he belonged here…"

"Amelia doesn't know this…" Lacy trailed off.

"She doesn't? I would have assumed that Jon told her."

"They ended things harshly. Amelia was all upset earlier, and then she disappeared during dinner…I haven't really gotten a chance to talk to her."

"Jon didn't even tell me…everything really is falling apart." Robb stated, taking Lacey's hand into his.

"That doesn't mean we have to let tonight be that way." Lacy said, placing her free hand on his cheek.

Robb smiled and leaned in towards her. Lacy leaned in towards him and kissed him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer to him. His body was crashing towards hers, pinning her to the mattress below. Robb had one leg on both sides of her, his hand keeping him propped up above her. The kiss got heated, his hands tangled in her lose waves, hers pressed into the side of his neck, her legs went to circle his waist. Lacy let her hands explore his body, dragging them down the front of this chest, his back, until they reached his waist. Robb pulled away suddenly breathing hard.

"Lace…we can't."

"And why not? That arrogant prick shouldn't be the one to take my virtue. I should be the one who decides who takes it and I chose you! Not some royal bastard who thinks he can take what he wants just because he's a Lannister." She was upset, tears fell from her eyes as she turned her head to hide it from Robb.

Robb was at a lost for words for so many reasons. She had just confessed to him that she wanted him to be her first, and he knew he never would be. Every ounce of his being was urging him to do it. To let her know what it would be like with someone who truly loved her. He knew that the future king would only use her for his own sick entertainment or to produce an heir. She would never know true love with him. He could do it, under the cover of night where no one would know….to let it be one perfect night shared between the too of them. But he couldn't. He knew that it would never be enough, that one night with her would lead to many nights alone wishing for her, being with another and pretending that it was Lacy with him. His heart broke, as he took her into his arms and rolled over so that they were side by side with her laying on his chest.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I'm so sorry." Her body trembled against his as her sobs overtook her.

Amelia walked. She was unaware of what was happening around her. She walked down hallways and corridors, through rooms and foyers, lost in her own mind. Not even her bumping into Theon Greyjoy pulled her out. She had been walking in circles since she had left Jon alone, unable to speak or think of anything else. All he needed…all he had to do was say something…anything. Her mind reeled as the scene played back in her head over and over again until nothing but anger at him remained. He said nothing.

"I'm not going to let him get away that easy. After everything we've been though, after all these years, he owes me an answer." She stopped abruptly in her tracks and made her way to his room.

She stood outside his door, hand raised, ready to knock, but she thought otherwise. Instead she threw open the door and barged inside.

"You owe me a damn answer Snow!"

Jon jumped at her arrival, grabbing the hilt of his sword. "Fuck Amelia! By the gods you scared me. What are you doing barging in here like that?"

"Answer the damn question Jon! I deserve an answer!" She demanded.

"What fucking question?"

"Do you love me?" She screamed

He was silent again, staring at her.

"No, not a fucking chance Snow. You're giving me a fucking answer, or so help me."

"Or what Ames, what will you do?"

"Just tell me!" Tears burned the back of her eyes. She could feel the anger at him fading away and the darkness creeping back in.

"Why? Why do you have to know, why do you need an answer so badly?"

"Because I told you how I felt, how I've always felt about you and I'm leaving in the morning! After everything Jon, after all the nights of Cat getting on your case about something you didn't do with Robb, or the nights where all we did was talk about your lost mother…. I love you Jon. I thought after all the battles I tried to fight for you with making you feel like you were enough, both with your father and Cat and your mother, making you see that the kids adore you and that they didn't see what everyone else did. I just thought that maybe, just maybe you being enough for me….my loving you…. would make you feel something for me…."

Tears fell from her eyes. She didn't make any attempt to wipe them away, what for? Amelia stared at him, relentless, demanding.

"So yeah, I want an answer. I think I'm entitled."

"It won't make a difference…if I tell you yes, you'll still leave. You'll leave me here with them…with her and won't even come back."

"Jon, I don't think you understand…."

"Oh, I understand perfectly." Jon said, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"You won't come back, you'll see how it is to live in Kingslanding and never want to return here. Why would you, you'll be surrounded by lords and eligible suiters who can make you something in this kingdom. You won't come back."

"For fucks sake Jon, why do you think I would want anyone else! I love you, you idiot!"

"Well it doesn't matter anyway, tomorrow morning I'm leaving to join the Knights Watch. My uncle is there and I'm going to take the vow. It wont matter what my answer is to your stupid question because it will be pointless."

"You're…joining the…." She couldn't form the words that were trying to escape from her throat.

"Just…. please leave." He turned his back on her, and as he did he heard a thud on the ground.

Jon turned around and saw Amelia on the floor, hands in her lap, a blank look on her face.

"Amelia, are you okay?" He asked as he knelt down next to her.

"You're joining the watch….at the wall."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" She looked at him, disbelief in her eyes.

"No one wants me here. I'm better off at the wall, it's where I belong."

There was a loud smack as Amelia's hand went across Jon's face. She had never hit him before, and Jon didn't look at her after. He knew he deserved that, and he took it. She got up, got her bearings, and walked to the door. Jon followed, but kept a safe distance. She opened the door to leave, but as she was about to walk over the door frame, his hand grabbed her arm. He spun her around and kissed her. He was surprised when she kissed him back, and forceful. She was the one to pull away a few seconds later.

"You really know nothing Jon."

And with that, she was running towards the castle as fast as she could, not looking back. Jon slammed the door shut with anger.

"It has to happen this way. She has to move on. I can't keep her here, I can't give her the life she wants. This is the right thing."

He stared at the letter he had began writing for her. The words "I love you Amelia" scratched at the bottom of the page. He picked it up and read it through. He read all of the details and emotion that he had put in it, the hope he hoped to give her, and then threw it into the flames. He watched it burn, the parchment turning to ash almost immediately, just like his dreams for him and Amelia. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew he would see her in the morning, he knew the wounds that were made that night would only hurt again when seeing her for the last time tomorrow morning as they rode away to Kingslanding.

He made up his mind, he would leave tonight. No note, not explanation, no goodbye. He packed up what little items he had, threw a pitcher of water onto the burning flames, and said goodbye to the small room that had been his for so long and left. He readied a horse from their stables, fastened his sword onto his belt and ordered Ghost to follow. He stormed out of the stables, out of the castle grounds, and didn't look back until Winterfell was a fragment on the horizon.