I know this update is so long overdue but I hope you guys will forgive me. As I said, these were the last chapters and I really became so indecisive I'm not sure anymore how to end it.

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Ok, so this one is a bit unpolished, but I like how it goes. So I do hope you like it, too.

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Robb

Robb did not know how to console his mother who was on the floor sobbing hysterically.

How can he comfort his mother when he too was frantic inside?

"This cannot be happening, Robb! Your father cannot abandon us…" she cried on his chest, while he embraced his mother to comfort her.

"Father was just furious, mother. He cannot be serious about that." He said, though even he was not sure of its truthfulness.

"He warned me! I did not listen. What have I done?" Lady Stark said through her whimpers.

"Do not blame yourself. This is all my mistake. I will fix this. Please..."

There was then a knock on the door. It was the maester. He entered the room followed by Luna carrying some of his kits.

"Robb, what has happened?" the old man asked.

Robb let Maester Luwin near his mother who was still sobbing.

"Mother is in distress. Kindly take her to her chamber and attend to her. She needs something to calm her nerves, maester." Robb requested.

Robb glimpsed at Koreen and saw that she was still quietly sleeping. He came near her to make sure she wasn't bothered by the commotion.

"Come, my lady. We shall talk of this in your chamber." The maester said after handling his kit to Luna. He helped the lady raise herself from the floor and walked towards the chamber door.

Luna took a close look at the girl while setting down the maester's things on her bedside table. She then looked at Robb worriedly.

"Whatever it is, young lord, everything will be fine." She warmly said.

"I certainly wish so, Luna. I do hope so." Robb vaguely said.

When the three were gone out of the chamber, Robb sat beside Koreen. He gently touched her face, so oblivious of the terrible scenes that just happened in the room.

Could Koreen be right? Perhaps he was just being too compulsive of his feelings for her. He did not want to admit it but he knew all along the possible consequences of his deeds. That was how they were raised, to be always cautious of their actions.

He knew his mother will not approve. But he loved her anyway. He understood that it was his responsibility to uphold the bloodline. And he loved a wildling anyway. He knew he will not be able to marry her even if she agreed when he asked. But he proposed anyway, for he loved her.

Maybe it was the childish side of him or the spoiled brat who thought he was so special and will get his way no matter what.

But now, the responsible and sensible part of him was stronger than ever before. And it pained him so to witness the people around him hurt. Worse things unfolded because of his stupidity.

Robb softly kissed Koreen's forehead and whispered his apology. He then stood and turned around towards the door, stepping out of her chamber and closing its door ever so lightly.

He could still hear his mother's muffled cries when he walked past his parent's chamber. He heard the maester's voice, though his words were inaudible. He chose to walk on, pacing towards the staircase to the top floor.

The hallway was still dark as usual. But he saw light flicker underneath the door of Jon's chamber.

He attempted to knock but the door opened on its own out of its old age.

Jon was at the window staring at the dark horizon. Jon turned around when he heard his door creak.

"How is she, Robb?" Jon asked awkwardly. He has put out few of his belongings on his bed, Robb noticed.

"Uh, she… she still feels warm to the touch. The maester was to see her-"

"I meant your mother." Jon turned to meet Robb's gaze.

Robb was taken aback by his brother's query, and he saw guilt painted on Jon's face.

He felt sorry for him when he recalled the incident in Koreen's chamber. Jon was pleading his mother to not banish him from Winterfell. He bargained anything he could do, but was offered with cruelty and unkindness.

He cleared his throat before answering. "She will be fine, Jon. Maester and Luna were consoling her in her chamber." Robb said, hardly looking at Jon's eyes.

A loud thud on Jon's door made the two brothers look at it right away. Sansa quickly entered, obviously furious.

Robb have never seen her sister that way. He was used to seeing Sansa quieter, especially when she was upset.

Sansa approached her brothers immediately.

"What is going on? Why is mother having hysterics in her chamber?" she asked Robb, taking only quick glances at her half-brother.

"Tell me what is happening! I am part of this family, Robb! And I am so sick of eavesdropping gossips from the servants!" she demanded.

Robb sighed, wondering if telling Sansa that her the truth was a good idea. But she was right, Sansa was no longer a kid. She has the right to know.

"Mother and Father had an argument just a while ago and he said he'll leave Winterfell… with Jon." Robb thought if he could have said it in a better way. He was concerned if she would take his words wrong.

"What did you do this time?" Sansa asked Jon. She did not mind keeping her resentment towards him.

"Sansa, I-" Jon was caught off guard. Robb couldnt remember seeing Sansa talking to Jon civily even when they were young. He knew her dislike towards him even before.

"Is this why you act like a servant of the castle? You go about the kingdom pretending to be battered by our mother so you can have our father look at you with so much pity and you can have all his sympathy?" Sansa continued, her eyes red, brimming with tears.

"That's not true, Sansa. Please-" Jon said.

"Oh, you think we don't notice? You wanted father all to yourself!" Jon was taken aback of her thoughts that he was hearing for the first time. "Everytime he comes home, you hide behind the servants and chores waiting for him to search and look for you. Am I right?"

"No…" he answered shaking his head in denial.

"You don't know the whole story, Sansa. Do not say more things you might regret." Robb warned, standing between her and Jon.

"Are you that much a fool, Robb?" she asked Robb. "He plays victim, acting as if he does not know he is Father's favored child while we, the true born Starks, wait our turns for Father's limited attention. It should have been you. You are the heir!"

"Stop it, Sansa. Jon is still your older brother!" Robb reminded Sansa.

"That is not my choice!" she yelled.

"I did not mean… I did not know. I do not want to leave with Lord Stark, Sansa. Believe me, I beg you. I never intended to take him away from you." Jon pleaded.

"Well then why don't you just leave the kingdom all by yourself and save us all this trouble?!" Sansa cried out.

"I said enough!" Robb bellowed.

"Please don't make Jon leave." They all turned at once at Arya, standing at the door innocent and confused. "Where would he go? He doesn't know his mother. We are his only family." His little sister declared.

Sansa was suddenly silent, catching her breath and calming herself down.

Robb was worried of how much Arya had heard from Sansa's outburst. He then looked at Jon staring guiltily and painfully at their youngest sister. He knew how much they loved each other. Jon was Arya's closest sibling out of them all.

"A-are you leaving, Jon?" Arya asked, her brows furrowed from confusion.

"No, of course not…" Jon went to Arya and knelt before her to meet her gaze. "I can't imagine my life without you, Arya." He said, cupping her face with his hands.

"Now, you use our little sister? You are pathetic." Sansa scoffed. Jon looked away at her words. He then stood up when Sansa approached them. "It's past your bedtime, Arya. Let's go." She then held Arya by her wrist and pulled her away from Jon and out of his dim and cold chamber, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Wait! What is going on? Stop treating me like a kid!" Arya protested as they marched along the hall.

Robb saw Jon gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Jon then turned to his dresser and emptied it of its contents.

Robb saw how little Jon owned.

"So Father is really leaving us for you?" Robb asked. He did not mean to sound like he was blaming Jon but that was fact of the matter.

"No, Robb. I will not let that happen." Jon quickly answered, he did not know how to pack what he had, Robb noticed.

Robb then approached his brother. "Are you going to leave us?" he asked.

He heaved a sigh and met Robb's stare. "Yes, Robb. Yes, I am."

Robb was out of words. "When?" It was all he could muster.

"As soon as possible. Better soon, before Father learns I'm gone." Jon simply answered. He seemed decisive, there was no use of Sansa's outburst.

Jon sat down on his bed when he had laid out all of his belongings which did not even cover half his bed. He sat down on his bed, elbows resting on his knees and his hands holding his head.

Robb opted to sit beside his brother.

"I cannot stop you, Jon. I understand that living here is extremely difficult for you. But I'm the future lord of Winterfell. When that time comes, things will be better for you, I promise." He assured, hoping Jon would reconsider.

"Father would have to be dead before that happens. Do you prefer me stay and wait for that?" Jon looked at him.

"Jon…"

"Robb, it's not only Lady Stark. Look at how Sansa sees me. She hates me for her own reasoning. Even the servants have no civility towards me. Whatever I do I can never do right with them. I do not know what to do anymore. But I do know for certain that nothing will change anything. I have no place in Winterfell." He declared hopeless and conceding.

Robb thought Jon was right. He knew that too well. He was the heir, but still just an heir.

"Take Father with you, Jon." Robb said "If you must leave, it's just right that you have him by your side."

Jon looked at his brother, baffled at his advice. "I can't let him leave Winterfell. This is his home. I cannot bear to think him abandoning his family."

"You are also his family. Father will look for you anyway, I know it. He will not let you wander about the lands and snow alone and have nothing to survive with." Robb argued.

"I have survived Winterfell, Robb. I've been cold, hungry, hurt… how worse being alone can be?" Jon answered.

Robb heaved a sigh."It is always difficult to reason with you." He said.

"You should not mind me, Robb. You have better matters to be concerned about."

For a moment he forgot the predicament he left below their floor.

"I'm so sorry about my jealousy, it was truly uncalled for. And mother…"

"Don't be bothered by it. Your parents now know and the maester is doing his best to save both Koreen and the babe. That is more important." Jon stated.

"This is all my fault." Robb closed his eyes and brushed his hair with his fingers.

"Perhaps this is how things were really supposed to be."

Jon then handed the small pouch Robb tossed at him at the stable.

"It's not mine to give, Robb. Give it to Koreen yourself." Jon half smiled while Robb slowly accepted.

"She needs to wake up before sunrise. And if you disappear within this night, then I can assure that Father will go and look for you." Robb looked at the golden content and painfully smiled at himself. "I am not looking forward to tomorrow, Jon."

"I have stopped looking forward to new days a long time ago, Robb." Jon declared. "Tomorrow's sunrise may be very well different for both of us. But it still will inevitably arrive."

Just thinking of the next morning was turning his head.

Three knocks on the door broke their silence.

Jon stood up to get the door. He realized that his belongings were all scattered around his chamber and he also knew the side which the maester is most probably leaning on.

"Yes, Maester? Jon answered through a small crease he opened the door with.

"There is a problem with Koreen, Jon." He declared and tried to catch his breath.

He then opened the door a bit wider, letting only his side to expose.

"Does she still bleed? What happened to her? How was the babe?"

"Calm down, boy… Where is Robb?" Though old, the healer managed to come to his room on the top floor. A difficult feat for his age and knees.

"I am here, Maester." said Robb. He was old and he forced himself to climb flights of stairs, how important could his news be?

"Robb," Maester Luwin inhaled a deep breath before speaking. "Koreen is gone…"