Hi! I tried to find the time but I was just so busy. But here's a chapter, and I hope you like it. I've already started on the next one but it was just three hundred words long. :) Promise to post it in two days.

To the new followers, thank you as always and most especially to the people who regularly reviewed my work.

I'm so sorry about the narration... especially with the fight scene... yes, there'll be a fight. Sorry for the spoiler. :)

So again, thanks and Enjoy! Ciao!

Koreen

"So, this is what it feels like to be betrayed, brother…" Robb said with gritted teeth.

Koreen did not know how long Robb had been standing by the entrance of the stable; she did not know what he had heard. But she was sure that he heard that she and Jon intended to leave Winterfell together.

Robb evidently was furious, consumed with jealousy he had controlled for too long.

"Were you leaving with my brother, Koreen?" Robb walked to them, trying to stifle his voice, conscious that the attendants are out and about during this time of the day.

Koreen showed guilt. "Robb let me explain…" Koreen pleaded.

"Do you love Jon?" Robb asked, ignoring her request.

"It's not what you think, Robb-" Jon attempted to interfere, rueful in his approach, coming in between Koreen and his brother.

"I'm not speaking to you, bastard!" Robb exclaimed, pushing his brother on his chest.

"Do not be mad at your brother! He had done nothing wrong!" Koreen cried out.

Koreen wanted to explain. Confess the truth that the lady, his mother, was the one asking Jon to leave Winterfell and to bring Koreen with him. She wanted to tell that Lady Catelyn was the one requesting his half-brother to disappear from the kingdom with Robb's future child. Lady Catelyn fundamentally bade for their banishment. But she knew it would break Robb's heart.

"How long have you two been intending to leave? Have you planned this all along? How can you love him instead of me? You said you did not want to marry me!" Robb's voice was breaking, face obviously distressed.

Koreen swallowed and struggled to keep her tears from flowing.

"Keep your voice down, Robb! The whole castle will hear!" Koreen tried to calm Robb down.

"Did you want to marry my brother instead? He's a bastard, he is no good for you!"

"Stop insulting him!" Koreen scolded.

"It's the truth, Koreen! He is my father's bastard with nothing to inherit but a plagued name and cursed future!" Robb's sight was fixed on Jon. His breathing was hard, eyes were fuming.

"I don't have to put up with this…" Jon shook his head in surrender, turned his back to the two and started to march out of the stable.

"Are you offended, my half-brother? Were you not the one who wanted me to recognize your place? A knight's horse will have more honor than you!" Robb called out.

Koreen who was already growing angry at Robb, slapped the young lord's cheek.

"Shut up, Robb! You don't know what you are talking about!" Koreen exclaimed.

"He's right, I'm a bastard." Jon turned to them, startled with the sound of her palm to his face. "He's telling the truth, Koreen that I will live my life with nothing to look forward to." Jon said looking at both of them. "I believe you, Robb. I may never have the honor I ever dreamed of. But I always hoped and prayed for a speck of dignity." He said as Jon approached his brother, stopping only when they were face to face. "That is why I always tell the truth! That is why I have never broken my family's trust! That is why I never had the heart to betray you or anyone I know the way you have betrayed me!" Jon bellowed, catching Robb out of words.

Koreen had never seen Jon that angry before. He was always careful not to offend.

"That's enough, Jon." Koreen said, slightly touching Jon's arm to break the awkward tension between the brothers.

"Is this my penalty then, Jon? You and Koreen running away from Winterfell taking my unborn child with you?! I know my crime against you, Jon!"

"I am not taking anything from you, Robb! I just… I've had enough!" Jon's voice was tired and constrained. His eyes were already tired from holding back tears.

"You're taking my woman and my child, you bastard!" Robb said with gritted teeth, looking sternly at Jon.

"Be cautious on using that word, my lord. Nine moons from now, you might already have one of your own."

Robb's fist landed on Jon's right cheek too quickly.

Jon fell on his knees to the ground, but he was also quick to stand on his feet.

He pushed his body towards Robb as they both landed on the dirty floor, crashing the wooden barrel filled with water for the horses, knocking Koreen down along with them.

Koreen looked frantically at the two as she tried to stand on her knees.

The two scuffled against each other on the floor, trying to best each other.

Jon was fast enough to sit on top of his brother and held his tunic by his neck with his wounded hand, trying to catch his breath. He lifted his other hand and formed a fist.

"Do it…" Robb whispered to his brother, challenging him.

Jon's enraged eyes fixed on his brother on the ground, arm still positioned to jab. He swallowed, and after a moment his eyes softened.

"Jon…" Koreen sighed.

He waited too long, failing to do what his brother said.

Robb then released another blow on his face.

Jon landed on his back, obviously feeling the pain, his lips now bloodied.

Robb stood up, approaching Jon. Koreen painfully stood on her way and stopped him.

"Get up and fight like a man, Jon!" Robb was trying to remove Koreen's arms around his waist. He was livid and full of jealousy.

Koreen then pushed away Robb's body with all her might, though he only slightly moved backwards.

A slap on Robb's face turned his attention to Koreen.

"Stop it! Robb! We are not running away! It was your mother…" Koreen tried to catch her breath. Her sobbing uncontained.

Robb's eyes fixed on Koreen, looking baffled at her confession.

"She wanted us to leave…" Koreen continued. "She wanted me gone with my child… Jon will never think of leaving his family however spiteful all of you are to him!" Koreen was fuming with anger.

"No… my mother will not do this to me." Robb shook his head of denial.

"She… was protecting your best interest, your future. I've told you before that we shall never be together. You deserve better…"

"I deserve someone I want, Koreen. And I want you…" he argued, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm a wildling, Robb. You're a lord. And there will come a time that your title will make you choose. And I can't do that to you… I'm making a choice for both of us."

Koreen's tears freely flowed down her cheeks.

Robb lowered his head, closed his eyes. "You're choosing Jon… over me." Robb murmured.

Koreen heaved a sigh. She felt her heart burn at the sight of Robb, disappointed and heartbroken.

She had hurt him once more, she realized. And it hurt her, too. More than Robb realized.

"Yes, Robb… now be a man and deal with it." Koreen said coldly.

Koreen' heart broke at the sight of Robb, seeming to admit his defeat.

She took a glimpse of Jon over her shoulder, who was by that time, sitting against the wall of the stable, touching his broken lip with his wounded hand.

Jon looked at her, exhausted and hurt, while he tried to compose himself.

Koreen looked apologetically at him, then without looking at Robb, marched out of the stable.

"Is it true what she says, Jon?" Robb asked Jon when he thought Koreen was already gone. He stared at where Koreen stood, trying not to look at his brother.

"Your mother can no longer bare my presence, Robb." Jon winced as he slightly moved. "And she can no longer take in…" Jon thought of what to say. "…another bastard."

Robb fought his tears, trying to suppress his cries as he heard the truth.

"What have I done, Jon? What have I done?" Robb asked Jon, his face painted with guilt and confusion.

Jon did not answer. He felt miserable for his brother.

Jon admitted that he felt pain just by thinking about leaving his family, that he has been scared to miss his home and venture to the unknown. But he also understood how agonizing it would be for Robb, to be rejected by his first love, to be denied his fatherhood.

Jon denied that he had betrayed him. But Robb was betrayed, nevertheless.

Robb sniffed and knelt on the floor and picked up a small box that he had dropped from the scuffle. He then walked to Jon.

Jon tried to straighten himself, but he was too exhausted. He looked at Robb standing tall in front of him.

Robb then sat and met his gaze. He held his brother's hand and put the small box in it.

"Take this with you, Jon. I don't care what you do with it…"

Jon watched Robb as he raised and left the stable, leaving him alone.

The path to the castle was full of folks, making it difficult for Koreen to hide her cried out eyes. She saw how the servants glanced at her as she hurriedly strolled towards the back door.

She regretted entering that way, for most of the servants use that path going in and out of the castle.

Koreen rushed to her chamber, ignoring all she encountered. She sighed of relief when finally she was in her room and barred its door. She immediately went to her bed, stod beside it and held her belly.

The blame was all hers, she admitted. She knew from the beginning that she would just bring trouble to the family.

Oh, Lady Catelyn already knew of what she had done and she arranged for her to leave. She must be so furious with her, Koreen thought.

She believed Lady Stark had cared for her, she was sure the lady did. She was more of a mother to her in this short period of time she has been in Winterfell than the hunter wife who took care of her during her younger life.

What would Lord Star think? How can she face him? He had offered her a home and given her his trust and she broke both at the same time!

And she made two of his sons hate each other!

Jon was always the friend anyone had hoped for. He had endured so much to be able to keep the family he ever had and in the end he was drove out of his home because of her.

This was all her fault. And Robb's, had his lips been not that sweet, his arms not that warm, and his heart not that loving…

She clutched her belly and closed her eyes tighter. The pain was still bearable and it did not lessen from the time she fell when Robb and Jon were fighting up to now.

She ripped the dirty dress she was wearing hastily when she was not able to reach the knot that held it, leaving only her undergarments. She breathed in and out, taking in the cold air in the room.

Koreen went to her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her fiery hair was up in bun on her head, slightly disheveled from the brawl in the stable. She looked at her face.

She tried to remember how she looked like when she last saw her reflection on the water of a quiet stream. She can barely recall her eyes. They used to be fearless, her brows always furrowed. And now they were yielding and confused.

Does she still know how to aim? Koreen wondered.

What does she know about having a babe? Where would they live? She never had a home beside Winterfell. A home is required for a babe.

Jon offered him help. He intended to act and raise her child as its father but did not offer his name. Her child need not be Snow.

She imagined how their lives would be away from the prejudice and unfairness. She was scared, but the thought of Jon being beside her was enough to give her the courage.

However, to remove Jon from the people he cared so much about was wounding her. She knew how much Jon had loved his brothers and sisters.

Even if Lady Stark was terrible to him, Jon always strived to get her acceptance not just because he wanted a mother but also because he loved her.

She couldn't imagine how hurt Jon would be if he left his father, Lord Stark, the man he loved most.

She looked at her wholeness in the mirror, she never felt beautiful. She was more concerned of surviving rather than being pretty.

Will Jon be happy to be with her? Did he ever find her beautiful, she wondered. If they were to live with each other, she wanted him to be at least glad to look at her.

She gazed at her chest and her belly that never really grown at all. And she then checked her behind.

A cold fear raced her spine.

Amidst the whiteness of the garment she was wearing, there was a red mark the size of her palm.

Her heart raced, her head aching and throbbing.

The blood stain was still fresh and wet. And the ache in her belly stung.

She then held on the dresser with both hands gripping its edge and stared at her reflection on the gilded mirror.

She was frantic, another trait she acquired during her stay in Winterfell. She stopped herself panicking.

She never had anyone before aside from the hunters who took her in. She took care of herself before. She was convinced that she can take care of herself and the child now. She was always stronger when she needed to be strong.

Koreen breathed out and controlled her heartbeat. She gazed at her face and mustered all the strength left of her.

"Get it together, Lastliv… get it together." She whispered to her reflection.