Leila

Leila returned to the bedside of Bran for two days. Robb had offered her mother that they would keep watch. This way Catelyn could get some sleep. During these moments, the two shared a common interest in Bran. Robb finally confided in her some of his concerns, and she was happy to be able to help him and show her support. She wanted a beautiful marriage. She would be the dutiful wife; she would always support her husband.

On the second day, Robb finally kissed Leila on the lips. It had been a melting experience. The way he held her and the manner his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She hadn't known what she was doing, but he took complete control, just as a good husband should.

Leila and Robb weren't the only ones slowly working into a romance. Sansa had taken to confiding in Leila and told her all about sweet Joffrey. Leila barely saw Joffrey, thanks to his princely duties, but she was happy for the young Stark. Unfortunately Arya hadn't taken as well to Leila as Sansa had, because the two were into completely different things. Arya liked things like swords while Sansa preferred dresses. It was easiest to talk to Sansa.

On the third morning, Leila saw Joffrey walking through the streets. She bowed before him as he passed.

"I'm looking for your brother," Joffrey said. "I'm looking for the imp, not Jaime."

"Joffrey," Leila said. "He's your uncle. You shouldn't call him imp."

"I'm a prince. I can call him what I want." Joffrey chuckled. "Come. We can look for him together." Joffrey gestured at her to take his arm. She did so and she and her nephew walked through the streets. "I can't wait to leave this dump. It's too cold here."

"How are things with Sansa?" Leila asked.

"Oh, her? Yes, well, she's very beautiful," Joffrey replied. "She'll be a lovely edition to our family. And what about you and Robb? Have you charmed him?"

"Things are…happening." Leila couldn't help but smile. She then noticed that Ser Sandor Clegane was following closely behind them. Joffrey's guard. The Hound was a frightening individual.

"Oh! And there he is! The lord of the swine!" Joffrey stopped abruptly, and Leila nearly fell over. Her brother Tyrion was lying in a pig pin covered in mud. His body odor stank up the air around him mixed with the scent of wine. "Better-looking bitches than you're used to, Uncle! My mother's been looking for you! We ride for King's Landing today!"

Leila froze. "What?"

"Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies," Tyrion said, standing up and exiting the pig's pin. It was incredible the dignity he walked with, even though he had just come from a pig's pen and stood a head and a half shorter than Joffrey.

"What good will my sympathies do them?" Joffrey spat, but Leila was hardly listening.

We're leaving? But how? I need to see Robb!

"None," Tyrion answered. "But it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted."

"The boy means nothing to me. And I can't stand the wailing of women –" Joffrey whined.

Smack! Tyrion backhanded the young prince and his head rolled. He reached up and grabbed his cheek while Leila covered her mouth in shock.

"Joffrey!" Leila gasped.

He angrily turned to her, his eyes bulging from his head and raised a hand. Just then Tyrion smacked him again. Leila took a step back.

"One word, and I'll hit you again," Tyrion growled.

"I'm telling mother!" Joffrey moaned.

"Go! Tell her. But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them! And you will apologize to your aunt! Do you understand?" Tyrion's eyes bore into Joffrey's.

"You can't…" Joffrey whimpered.

Tyrion wasted no time in backhanding him.

"Do you understand?" Tyrion spoke slowly, enunciating each word so that there'd be no doubt the prince understood.

Joffrey pulled away from Tyrion and ran away as fast as he could, stumbling on some loose rocks. Leila watched him go in utter shock. Though the prince was close to her age, he didn't act like a prince… He didn't act like a Lannister.

"The Prince will remember that, little lord," Ser Sandor mumbled.

"I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him," Tyrion said. He stomped away from the scene. "Time for breakfast… Accompany me, sister."

The two went back to the dining hall where the rest of the family was eating their breakfast. Jaime and Cersei were sitting with one another along with the two youngest Baratheon children. They looked up and smiled warmly at Leila and Tyrion, who took their seats.

"Bread. And two of those little fish. And a mug of dark beer to wash it down. And bacon, burnt black," Tyrion said to the servant. The servant rushed off to fulfill the order.

"Little brother and sister," Jaime said warmly.

"Beloved siblings!" Tyrion said happily. Leila felt slightly out of place. Her siblings seemed so close. They'd been together much longer than she had. She loved Casterly Rock, but it could get lonely at times.

Then Princess Myrcella spoke up: "Is Bran going to die?"

"Apparently not," Tyrion said.

"What do you mean?" Cersei cut in. She glanced over at Jaime.

"The Maester says the boy may live," Tyrion answered.

"He'll be fine. Robb and I have looked after him for the last two days," Leila chirped. "He's been breathing. Robb has hope, and so do I."

Jaime raised his eyebrows and snorted. He looked down at his breakfast and stabbed a piece of steak. "Leila and Robb… You two make such a beautiful couple. Father will be proud…"

"The Starks still haven't agreed to the union," Cersei cut in. "I don't think he deserves the likes of Leila. The sooner we leave here, the better." Cersei flipped her hair.

"I would have liked to see the boy wake…" Leila said sadly.

"Sweet Leila," Jaime said.

"It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain," said Cersei.

Their food arrived.

"Only the gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray." Tyrion looked pointedly in Cersei's direction. "The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you."

"I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous even for you," Cersei said scoffing.

Leila's head snapped in Tyrion's direction, pain in her eyes at being left out. Why hadn't Tyrion confided in her?

"Where are you going? Aren't you coming back to King's Landing with us?" She asked.

"I'm off to the Wall, dearest sister!" he said.

"But why?" Cersei snapped.

"Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch, the wintry abode of the White Walkers…" At that, Tyrion smiled directly at Tommen and reached out to grab him. The boy jumped back and giggled.

"But isn't it really cold there?" Leila asked puzzled, watching as Cersei glared at Tyrion for what he'd done to Tommen.

"It's ridiculously cold, I hear," Jaime said, nodding in Leila's direction. "Tell me you're not thinking of taking the Black…"

"And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock! I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world," Tyrion said with a wink at Tommen, who in turn laughed.

"The children don't need to hear your filth," Cersei growled. "Come."

She excused herself from the table and took her children with her. Jaime nervously looked around the room. They were completely alone with only the stone walls to hear them.

"Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple, a grotesque," Jaime said, playing with his food. "Give me a good clean death any day."

"Speaking of the grotesques, I'd have to disagree. Death is so final, whereas life…Life is full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake. I'd be very interested to hear what he has to say," Tyrion said.

"My dear brother, there are times you make me wonder whose side you're on," Jaime said.

"My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family," Tyrion said with a wink. He stood up from his chair. "Now if you'd excuse me. I have to do some packing for the Wall. I'll need something warm… Gods know there are no women in that direction to keep me warm."

Tyrion excused himself and stalked off. Jaime shrugged and smiled at Leila. Her brother was twenty years older than her, but he was still very handsome. Her birth, her father told her, had been a miracle thanks to her mother's age.

"Do you like Robb Stark?" Jaime asked her pointedly once they were alone.

"Yes, I do," she answered. She suddenly remembered something, a concern her father had voiced to her before regarding the future heir of Casterly Rock. "Jaime… Father wants to know if you plan on staying in the kingsguard forever…"

His eyebrows rose. "Did Father put you up to that?"

"No, but I'm worried about him. You know he loves us," she said, shifting a little.

"Oh," Jaime said. "I forget how much time you spend with him at the Rock. You're lucky; we never knew the father you are fortunate to know."

"I don't want you in the Kingsguard, because I want to see you more often. Why can't you come back to the Rock?" Leila whispered. "It's lonely there; I miss you."

"I miss you too, but I can't leave King's Landing. I'm needed there. The King needs me," Jaime said.

"The King?"

"And our sister."

Her back went rigid and like Jaime she looked around to make sure no one could hear them.

"Do you still love Cersei?" She whispered.

"I can't ever stop loving her," Jaime breathed. "I don't love her like I love you. It's completely different. I love her like…like what I suppose a husband should feel for his wife… Is that wrong?"

"Love is beautiful no matter what," Leila whispered. She didn't understand it, but Tyrion had told her she must never speak to Father about Jaime's and Cersei's relationship. She didn't know when it had started or how long it had been going on, but Cersei smiled around Jaime, so could it really be wrong?

"Sweet Leila, always so accepting," Jaime said and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. "You should go find Robb. He'll want to see you."

Leila stood up from the table and curtsied before Jaime before hurrying off. She left the dining hall and headed for Bran's room. She still wasn't sure where Robb stayed, and she had only spent time with him when they were watching over Bran. Halfway there she was stopped by Robb.

"Leila," he said breathlessly and took her arm in his. "Where are you headed?"

"To see Bran," she answered. "I hoped I'd find you."

"My mother's with him," Robb said. "She wanted to spend more time by his bedside, as if she doesn't spend enough. Poor Rickon…he's been without a mother for days." He actually flashed a smile. He'd changed so much since their first meeting. He was more open with her and gave her a smile she'd never seen him give anyone else since arriving. "So…why did you want to see me?"

"I needed to tell you something," she said, eyes downcast. She lifted her head and stared straight at him, though. Lions are strong. Don't be scared; you're the daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister!

"You're white as the snow," he said.

"Robb…I'm leaving. We're heading down the King's Road today back to King's Landing. I don't know when I'll see you again," she said, biting her lip.

"You're leaving?" He repeated. "But you can't! You're supposed to stay here as my lady!"

Leila's heart melted. He wanted her…he wanted her as his wife. It was the greatest moment of her life. Nothing could ruin it…not even the glares of Lydia Stark. Robb was hers.

And then her heart fell.

"Your father never agreed to the arrangement," she said bitterly.

"I'll speak to him," Robb said. "I can't marry anyone else; I won't. You're to stay by my side. I need you and only you."

"Robb…" she closed her eyes and stood up on her tippy toes to be able to kiss him. He leaned down and met her lips with his. He just felt so right. There was no other word for it. They pulled away. "Even if you speak with your father… When will I see you again? I'm leaving today."

"I'll come to King's Landing to get you. I'll go before your father, Lord Tywin, and I will ask for your hand in marriage. I will swear to protect and love his daughter always," Robb said.

"He'd like that," whispered Leila. They continued their walk, and she realized she didn't know where they were going. "Where are we headed, my lord?"

"To my room," he answered with a smile. "I can't let you go without…a gift…"

She almost lost it.

"Robb…I can't…I couldn't… I can't go to your bedroom! What would they say? What would the lords think of us?" She gasped.

"We're to be married," he said. "You silly girl, you can't always think of what lords and ladies think of you! Aren't you a Lannister? Aren't you supposed to be proud? Well, soon you'll be a Stark… A wife should always trust her husband. Leila, do you trust me?"

"I do," she said. "I want to make you happy…"

"And I want you to be happy. I know this will please you," he said. "The first time should be with someone you love…"

She gave in, and they went to a tower she'd never been inside before and walked up the steps to his bedroom. They entered, and Leila learned even more about Robb Stark. His bed was covered in wolf furs and on the wall hung swords and a crossbow. He led her over to the bed and sat her down. Then he began pulling off his shirt. Leila's breath caught; he really was handsome.

"Is it alright?" She breathed. "What if I got pregnant?"

"You won't. Women are never with child after just the first time," he said. "You'll be heavy with child when we're married; I swear it. Our son will rule the North."

She quite liked that idea. As if her fingers had a mind of their own, she began to unlace the strings on her dress. Robb's room had a fire raging, so she would be able to discard her cloak.

All of a sudden a flash of her father's face entered her mind.

She stopped abruptly.

"I'm sorry, Robb…I can't," she whispered. "My father… What would he say?"

"He won't know. I'll only lie with you if you're comfortable and want it, though," Robb said.

"Oh, I do want it!" She gasped, feeling the blood rush up to her cheeks. Why had she said that so loud? Was she secretly just as horny as Tyrion was? No. Robb wasn't a whore; Robb was to be her husband. But the Starks hadn't officially agreed to the match…

"I will marry you; I swear it." Robb's voice cut across her thoughts, and she relaxed. His presence was so calming.

His fingers found her cloak and before she knew it, the fabric was on the floor. When his fingers brushed against her, she gasped. Robb kissed her and his hands helped remove the rest of her clothing. She could no longer envision her father. All she could think of was Robb. All she wanted was Robb. What was wrong with doing your wifely duty just a little early?

Robb wiggled out of his pants and the two fell on the wolf covered bed. She had no idea what she was doing, but she liked it. She liked the way his hands touched certain parts of her body. She liked the way his lips trailed down her bosom, down her stomach. When they went between her legs, her fingers tightened in his hair.

Leila never spent a better night.

When Leila opened her eyes, she gasped. How long had she slept? Robb was still beside her. She smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

"We'll meet again," she whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

She pulled her dress back on and practically ran from Robb's room and flew down his stairs. When she got below, there were several ladies in waiting.

"Lady Lannister! You were supposed to leave for King's Landing yesterday!" One woman chided.

"Has my family already left?" She asked.

"Of course not! They were waiting for you! Hurry! Your things have already been packed! The serving girl did it!" The woman said.

Thank the gods for Miriam! Leila ran as fast as she could to the King's staying place. She'd have to apologize to him. Thanks to her, they'd lost a whole day of travel! Then again…who cared what King Robert had to say? She didn't care if he yelled at her. She didn't even care if he flogged her. Nothing could make up for the night she spent with Robb.

"Leila!" She spun around to see Tyrion. "Gods, we've been looking everywhere for you! Hurry! The coaches will be taking off soon!"

"Yes, I know! I'm sorry!" She gasped. "You're not coming with us, are you? When will we meet again?"

"Soon," he said and kissed her hand. "I'll only spend a few days at the Wall. I'll be right behind you."

"Alright. Good bye for now," she said. They met in a hug.

"Go!" Tyrion snapped.

She ran to a party of carriages, wagons, and coaches. King Robert was seated upon an especially large beast. He guffawed loudly when he saw her.

"Damn Lannisters! Had to get one last kiss from a Northern boy, didn't ya?" Robert roared.

She blushed and didn't meet his eyes. The three Stark girls were being loaded into a wagon. Lydia shot Leila a glare. Then Miriam appeared beside Leila and helped her to her coach. Leila spun around to stare at Winterfell. It was so beautiful. She'd be returning soon… She'd guard it beside her husband.

Inside the coach, Miriam helped Leila get her hair back into its braid.

"You were with Robb, right?" Miriam asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Did you sleep with him?" She asked.

"I –How did you know?" Leila asked.

"Because I've never seen you so flustered," said Miriam. "How was it?"

Leila touched her lips. She felt a little sore, but otherwise, she felt amazing.

"It was incredible," she answered.

"I'm glad. My first time was with a prostitute Margaery and Loras got for me. At least your first time meant something," Miriam said. "Um…Leila…I need to talk to you…"

"What is it?" Leila couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Why did Miriam sound so urgent?

"I think… I think I may be… I may be with child."

Leila just stared at Miriam, not sure what to say. None of her lessons with her uncle Kevan had prepared her for that.

Okay, so just real fast, I know that a lot of people are going to think it's OOC for Robb and Leila to sleep with one another. I'll admit right now I haven't read the books (this is based on the show) but since they made a big deal about Jon's virginity and not Robb's, I got the impression that Robb wasn't a virgin. When it comes to them sleeping together, I was thinking that it happened because they're both young, in love, and obsessed with one another, and with the news of Leila returning to King's Landing, there was a bit of urgency in them both. So I just thought I'd explain my thoughts there. It almost seems like a kind of Romeo and Juliet romance…because they're both young and in love with the idea of love. So, sorry if I ruined your image of Robb Stark and you're now throwing darts at a poster of me in your room. Also, sorry for no smut. I wanted it to focus more on the feelings they were having than the actual act.

Okay, I'm done. Sorry for such a long note at the end. Thanks for reading!