The sun was high in the sky as the royal party readied their horses. Lacy, Amelia, and Robb, all stood outside of the castle as Lord Stark was talking to King Robert.

"I wish I knew what he was saying," Lacy said, Robb and Amelia, nodding in agreement.

Lord Eddard, nodded at the king and started to walk in the direction of his children. A mixture of emotions on his face as he approached them.

"Father." Robb addressed Ned, as he and the girls took a few steps forward to follow after Ned.

"Robb, where is your mother?" Ned asked, still walking in the direction of the front castle doors.

"She's with Bran and Master Luwin. Father, are you and the royal party still leaving?"

"Not everyone. The King and I will be leaving with some men to get a day's head start. Lord Tyrion will also be leaving with your uncle and some men for the wall, apparently, Jon has taken it upon himself to leave in the night for the wall, so they are going to try and find him. The Queen, her children, and the girls will leave on the marrow to meet up with us. The queen wishes to stay in honor of Brandon." Ned stopped to fill in his son and the older girls of the plan, exhaustion clear on his face. "Now if you three excuse me I must go see your mother." And with that Ned walked into the castle.

The three of them just stood there. Lacy and Robb both looked at Amelia as she was just standing there staring off into nothingness.

"Amelia, are you okay?" Lacy asked her sister, putting a hand on her upper back.

"He's…" tears were starting to fall down her cheeks.

"Oh, Amelia I'm so sorry." Lacy pulled her sister into her and held her tightly in her arms.

"Everything is falling apart Lace. Father is leaving, Bran won't wake up, we're stuck with the queen tomorrow and everything in our lives is changing. Why did he leave? Why is he gone?" Sobs shook Amelia as her sister held her tight.

"It's all going to be okay Ames, you're going to be okay."

Amelia broke away from her sister as another fit of sobs came over her and she ran towards the stables. She heard her sister call out to her but she didn't care. She ran to Jon's old room and threw open the door. It looked just like it always had, bed a mess and unmade, dishes and cups still on the table, sparing swords and bows and arrows in the corner by the hearth. It still smelled like him, and it made her breath hitch in her chest. She fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Why Jon, why? What did I do? What happened to us." She said into the empty room. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth on the ground.

She wanted him here with her, to hold her and tell her it was okay. She craved him like a fish needed water to breathe and it physically hurt her. Her body was shaking, trembling. Of all things, why did he have to take the black? She had grown up with him since she could remember he was always there for her. Growing up and supporting her to fight with him and Robb against what her nursemaids insisted on her lessons on manners and how to be a lady. Him training her, and teaching her how to be a fighter and a lover. Her mind traveled back to their first kiss when she was thirteen and Jon fifteen, and another burst of tears came to her eyes.

"Arm up, turn sideways you're less of a target that way. Good, now attack."

Amelia, dressed in her newly made trousers and boots, lunged toward Jon. His sparing sword came down to deflect hers. She swung again; Jon again blocked her blow. He smirked at her and winked. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the small gesture. She quickly pushed down the feeling and lunged again. This time she started to dance, Jon, keeping up with her as she kept fencing. Jon had always been a better fighter then Amelia, so she had gone to Robb for a bit of help. He had shown her a trick move that Ser Rodrick had shown him, where you simply switch hands halfway through to throw off your opponent. She had practiced in her room to try and master it so that the next time she spared with Jon she could hopefully one-up him in training.

She was starting to notice that Jon was trying to end the fight, his blows getting a bit stronger as he hit her sword and a bit more aggressive. So readied herself, thinking that if she was going to have an opportunity this would be her shot. She swung at his thighs, taking advantage of his weak spot and as she expected he blocked it. Just as he was about to strike her, she threw the sword up slightly, both of them focusing on the air born sword when, her left hand shot out quickly, grabbed the sword and held it to his neck, ending the fight.

Jon, breathing heavy, eyed her. "Where did you learn that?"

Amelia smiled at him, a devilish twinkle in her eye. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yes, I would." He swung his sword up and hit hers, disarming here. He kicked his leg out and made contact with her shin, bringing her down, falling into him. "Just because you managed to successfully beat me once, means you can do it again darling."

"I can beat you more than once." She said, breathless.

"Oh, can you now?" Jon teased her, still not letting her out of his arms.

"Yeah…I can." They were staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever.

It was silent, not one of them breaking it. Amelia was staring at his grey eyes. They looked almost black in the light of the training room. She watched as his eyes went from her gaze to her full lips. She smiled at him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Jon." Her voice was not much more than a whisper.

"Hm."

"Do you…do you want to kiss me?"

He said nothing, only looking at her. The corner of his mouth lifted with a slight smile, and he nodded his head once. She moved her hand from his shoulder to the side of his face. He flinched slightly, moving his head away from her. She smiled up at him and brought his face to hers. The kiss was sweet. Jon's lips were soft and warm, and he tasted of lemons. Jon pulled away first and rested his forehead against hers.

"I've wanted to do that for a while." He said, eyes still closed.

Amelia smiled at him and let her thumb glide over his cheek. "Me too." She pulled him to her again and kissed him, this time a bit more forceful.

Lacy and Robb watched from the library window as their father and the King road away. Their uncle Benjen and Lord Tyrion had left with them in hopes of catching up to Jon. Lacy sighed and sat down in the chair by the window. She placed her head in her hands and sighed.

"What's wrong, my love?" Robb asked kneeling down in front of her.

"Long day. And it's not even past noon yet. Maybe Amelia has a point, everything is falling apart around us."

"Hey, don't say that. I know things are…not as expected…but." He sighed. "I don't want to think negative. I have you for another day, I can't let these negative thoughts ruin that."

"Robb, I'm leaving tomorrow, Bran might not wake up, Cat is a mess and won't leave his side, and…my future husband is going around making jokes of it all."

"He is? What is he saying?" Robbs' voice began to rise with anger at the comment.

"He said something like 'serves him right for being stupid enough to climb towers. Doesn't he know his house sigil is a wolf and not a monkey.'"

Robbs face hardened, and he clenched his hands together into fists. "I'm going to show him who's stupid."

"Robb, no." Lacy's hand found his face and tried to calm him. "Doing that will be no good. It's not worth it."

"Not worth it! Lace he's talking about our brother."

"I know, but…it's a battle that we can't win."

"I can't believe I'm losing you to him."

"Hey…" She said, placing her fingers under his chin to look at her. "He may marry me, but I will never be his. I may not be with you, but I'll always be yours."

Robb pulled her in to kiss him. Her hands wove their way around his neck and his were in her hair, holding her head to his. The kiss got heated. Robbs' tongue licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She hesitated at first, but obliged and opened her mouth to him. His tongue found hers and he fought to dominate her. He pulled her to him, off the chair and onto his lap on the ground. She was straddling him, one leg on either side of his hips, and her dress pushed up around her. The kiss continued, moving from Lacy's swollen lips to her neck, and then her collarbone. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she felt him harden beneath her.

"Robb, stop. We can't do this." His mouth still not leaving that soft spot that made her go weak in the knees.

"Why? Maybe the gods are sending us a sign by us being together one more night. Let me show you what it really feels like to be with someone who loves you. Truly and honestly."

"Robb, we can't."

"Just…let me try something. If you still don't want to, I promise I'll stop. Trust me."

She looked at him. She wanted this as much as he did, lust heavy in his eyes, and his body. Maybe he was right. Maybe the gods gave them this chance to be with one another. She thought of the prince and fear went through her.

"What if the Prince found out? What if we get caught?"

Robb took her face in his hands and made her look at him. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes"

"The Prince won't find out, and I won't let him hurt you, not while you're in my house."

She nodded and kissed him again. His hands were on her hips, her tongue fighting for dominance over his mouth. She felt him against her inner thigh and moved so that her heat moved against it. A groan fell from his lips into her mouth and she smiled. She looked at him with fire in her eyes and it drove Robb wild. He grabbed her face again and kissed her hard. His hands found the hem of her dress, and he pushed it up to her hips, exposing her bare legs. As he kissed her, he moved his fingers to the inside of her thigh and caressed it. A shiver ran through Lacy's body as he did. He slowly moved his fingers up till he found her sex. She broke the kiss and placed her head against his. He looked at her, and she nodded her head slightly, allowing him to move on. His fingers found her, warm and wet and wanting. A gasp escaped her mouth, that hung open slightly at the feeling, her eyes shutting. Robb smirked and felt himself harden more.

His fingers started to move, slowly at first, then steadily getting faster. Lacy wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and her hips started to move with his fingers. She felt herself rubbing up against his hard length as his fingers worked inside her. Soft groans were coming from Robb as Lacy looked at him.

"Robb…" His name was a gasp, a moan following.

"Shhh, love. Not so loud." He smiled at her. "God, you're so beautiful."

She smiled at him, and it quickly fell into one of pleasure as he found the bundle of nerves that caused another, loud moan. Robb quickened his pace on her, fingers moving in and out, while his thumb circled that wonderful bundle of nerves that made her oh so sweetly moan his name. Her hip movements quickened, and her grip on Robbs neck tightened.

"Robb…don't stop. I'm so close." She moaned against his neck.

"Look at me love, let me see you as we come undone together." He whispered into her ear.

She picked her head up and looked at him. His eyes were focused on her face, his fingers working quickly to bring her to release. He wanted to see her as he pushed her over the edge. Her eyes were heavy, showing lust and pleasure in them. Her mouth was agape, moans coming from her sounded like music to Robb. The way she moved her body over his was hypnotic. Lacy was moving faster, the volume of her moans becoming louder, and Robb knew that this was it. He felt her warm walls clench around his fingers, his name; an almost scream, and her head falling back in ecstasy. Seeing her like that, pushed Robb over as well and he too moaned her name. They fell against each other, Robb against the wall, and Lacy spent against his chest. They were both panting, Robbs arms were around Lacy and Lacy held onto Robbs neck.

"That was…" Robb started but was cut off by Lacy laughing.

Lacy giggled into Robbs' neck, her arms tightening around him again. "That was amazing."

She looked up at him and smiled. Robb smiled back at her, pushing a stray hair out of her face. "I love you so much Lace."

Lacy's smiled widened. "I love you too, Robb, so very very much."

Dinner that night was somber. The dining hall was nearly empty, the exact opposite of the night before when it was filled with joy and laughter. Now it was quiet and mournful, the only exception was the clinking of silver wear. Lacy was placed next to Prince Joffrey, and Arya was on her right next to baby Rickon. The Queen sat at the head of the table followed by Ser Jamie on her right and young Marcella on her left. Tommen was next to his uncle followed by Sansa and Robb. The tension was high in the room, no one talking, but the conversations being held by Lacy and Robbs eye contact were loud and strong.

Since Lacy entered the dining hall, Robbs eyes never left her, and she did the same. Lacy also noticed that Sansa, sitting across from Joffe, was doing the same. Halfway through the meal, Cerise broke the silence, asking Lacy a question, but Lacy was not paying attention, lost in Robbs eyes. Lacy was pulled out of her little world when Arya kicked her under the table.

"Ow, what?"

"Are you alright little bird?" The queen asked Lacy.

"Yes, your grace."

"I've asked you a question and you didn't answer." She sat back in her chair and crossed an arm over her chest, the other held a wine glass.

"I'm sorry, your grace…I…uh…my mind seems to be elsewhere tonight. With Bran falling and all." She blushed under the interrogation and her being caught. She tried to cover up the real reason why she was not listening.

Cerise was silent for a moment, looking between both Lacy and Robb. "Yes, of course. I assume that is why your mother is not here with us."

"Yes, my queen. She insists on staying by my brothers' side. She is…trying to stay calm and think positively." Lacy answered the queen.

"And your sister? Where is she?"

Lacy was wondering the same thing. She had not seen Amelia since the afternoon, and her absence at dinner was concerning. "I am not sure, your grace."

The queen, stared at Lacy like she was trying to get a hidden answer out of her. She nodded and took a long drink from her wine glass.

"I am truly sorry for what has happened to your brother and your family. I pray to the seven and the mother especially for him." Cerise took a sip of wine, and she and Jamie exchanged a glance.

Robb saw the seemingly harmless look and he got a funny feeling in his stomach about it. Anger bubbled in him at the queen and her brother. He wished they would just leave and leave his family alone. He felt something brush up against his leg, and he looked up to see Lacy with a small smile on her lips. Seeing her quickly made the anger subside and his thoughts went to their earlier activities in the library, making his insides ignite.

"I am too sorry, my lady. It pains me to see my future bride go through such sorrow. I also pray to the seven for you and your family." And just like that, the anger in Robb returned.

Lacy gave a soft smile at Joffrey, and he took her hand in his and gave it a soft kiss. Lacy glanced around the table, trying not to look at the prince. Cerise had a smug and proud look on her face at her sons' actions. Sansa, on the other hand, had a look of death. She stared at Lacy, and then at Joffrey and then went back to glaring at her plate of food. Lacy again made eye contact with Robb, and her heart broke at the sight. She could see the anger in his eyes, but his face showed nothing but sadness.

"On a better note at least, we get to go back to Kingslanding in the morning. I for one can not wait to get out of this shit hole. Don't you agree, my lady?" Joffrey asked Lacy, taking a forkful of potato into his mouth.

"Yes, my prince." Lacy took her glass and gulped the rest of her wine.

Amelia sat alone on Jon's bed. It was dark and cold in the room, but she didn't care. It had been hours since she last saw anyone. She didn't care if anyone was looking for her, or worried about her, all she wanted to do was stay right where she was, alone. She was wrapped up in his blankets her face buried in Jon's pillows, now stained by her tears. It all smelled of him, and she wanted to be engulfed in it for as long as she could. Her head throbbed behind her eyes and her eyes and noes were swollen from the crying. She felt numb, and she didn't know if it was to many emotions bombarding her at once, or none at all and that all feeling had left her forever along with Jon.

She heard a knock at the door but ignored it, instead, she pulled the blanket around her tighter. The door opened despite Amelia's liking and soft candlelight lit up the room, making her eyes hurt.

"There you are. I was worried about you when you didn't show up for dinner." Amelia was a bit relieved when she realized that it was only Lacy and not someone else.

"Leave me alone." She mumbled, turning her face into the pillow.

Lacy walked over to the small bed and sat down next to her sister. "Come on Amelia. You can't stay in this room forever. Staying here isn't going to make him come back."

Tears filled Amelia's eyes again. "I can certainly try."

Lacy sighed and placed her hand on her sisters back. "I'm so sorry Amelia. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now. But doing this, and feeling sorry that it happened isn't going to change it. He was a fool, Ames. He didn't deserve you anyway. There are going to be so many lords at Kingslanding who are going to want to be close to you."

"I don't want them to get anywhere near me! I don't want anyone; I don't want to start over and get to know someone again." She shot up quickly to look at her sister. "I just want Jon Lace. He's the only one I want. No one else."

Lacy gave her sister a small, sad smile and placed her hand on her cheek. "And I know, that all he wanted was you too. Despite his lack of communication, he did love you. I can't make this wound heal, only time and you can do that, but I am always here for you sister. Always."

Lacy got up to leave, but stopped at the door and turned back to her sister. "I placed a plate of food on the table. I had the cooks make you a plate earlier. Please…try to eat something."

Amelia just nodded at her sister. Lacy nodded back and left the small room, leaving her candle there. Amelia threw her legs over the side of the bed, and just sat there. The room spun around her and she closed her eyes at the feeling. She ran her hands over her head and hair and brought her long dirty blond hair over her shoulder. She noticed that the room was cold and that she was hungry. She got up slowly and walked over to the fireplace. She started to make a fire, and immediately the room felt warmer with it. She walked to the table and stared at the plate of food. It was a dish of braised pork, roasted potatoes with garlic and onions and beets. Lacy had also left her a cup of wine that was filled more than it usually was at dinner.

Amelia picked up one of the forks that was laying on the table and stabbed a potato and popped it into her mouth. It was soft and warm and the butter and garlic flavor ignited her taste buds and her hunger. She scoffed down the pork, beets and rest of the potatoes quickly and drank the glass of wine in a few gulps. She pushed the dish away and sat back. It dawned on her that that was the first thing she had eaten that day. With all that had happened, she didn't remember to do much of anything. With her belly full, she laid back down on the small bed and pulled the blankets over her.

She realized after a few minutes that the bed no longer smelled of Jon, but of her now. Tears stung the back of her eyes. She thought about what Lacy had told her, and that only she can make this better. She thought of Jon and their past together, and then of her future and his. She couldn't let this be the end for her. Jon wasn't the end of her happiness. It was going to hurt for a while, and she knew that she would never stop loving Jon, no matter how hard she tried, but she had to move on. As her eyes got heavy, and sleep took her she sent out a small prayer to the gods.

"Mother please, protect Bran, and bring him back to us. And to me and the rest of you gods new and old, may this be the last day of me being full of this grief and sorrow. For I will move on and have Jon regret the day that he left."

The gods wood was so peaceful at night. The night sky in the North was always better than any down South. The stars shone bright and twinkled, taking no attention away from the full moon that lit up the sky. Lacy found Robb there, under the heart tree, on his knees.

"What are you asking the gods for my lord?" Lacy walked over to where Robb was kneeling and sat down next to him.

"Strength, patience…Bran's recovery."

"Robb…"

"Don't. You don't need to say anything, it's okay."

Lacy bowed her head and stared at her hands in her lap. Robb sighed and went to lean against the tree.

"Lay here with me?" He asked, holding out his arms to her.

She did as he asked, and laid against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as his arm went around hers.

"So, this is really it hu? As of tomorrow, Kingslanding will be my new home."

Robb placed his cheek against the top of her head. "Yeah, I guess so."

They were quiet for a long time, staring up at the stares and just being with each other. She felt the rise and fall of Robbs chest slow, and Lacy knew that he was falling asleep.

"Robb?"

"Hmm," Robb mumbled, sleep heavy in his voice.

"Will you promise to write to me? We may not be able to see or be with one another, but that doesn't mean that we still can't be in contact with one another."

Robb woke up a bit at her comment and pulled her tighter to him. "I like that idea, darling."

"So, you promise?" The excitement was strong in her voice.

"I promise."

A/N: Well guys there you go! That's chapter 7 for you guys. I'm super proud of this chapter and this story all together. Chapter 7 is a bit of a long one so thanks for sticking with it this far. Don't forget to like this and leave a comment because i love love love seeing your comments and feed back!