A/N Ooh getting towards the end! Warning: I this chapter is incredibly cheesy with extra cheese sauce. I almost felt guilty for writing it... almost. Oh yeah, and it's sexually explicit. Thank you again for all of your reviews and subscriptions, for those of you who have enjoyed this and fancy something a little bit different, I've started a new fic called "See Me" of which I've stuck the first chapter up. Much love

Wanting to avoid the inevitable awkward conversation with Robb, Alyssa slept in her own chambers that night with Olivia holding her as she slept. There had been a time when she dared dream being with Robb's child would be the most wonderful thing to happen to her; though in her dreams they would be married and Jon would be away at the wall and he wouldn't be in the middle of a war and engaged to someone else.

As her and Olivia were preparing for breakfast, Lady Catelyn entered their bedchamber.

"May I have a word?" she asked, her manner light and not threatening as Alyssa had feared.

"Certainly," replied Alyssa, "Do you mind my cousin being here?"

"Of course not," smiled Catelyn, shutting the door behind her. "I'm sure you know what this is about," Alyssa nodded, she would have liked to confirm it with Robb first but his mother had been the one to draw her attention to the situation. "And what did Maester Vyman say?"

"He confirmed I'm with child," she replied, looking Catelyn in the eye. She wasn't going to be ashamed of this baby before he or she was even born. Catelyn nodded in response, though Alyssa couldn't help but notice she didn't smile.

"And you have not told Robb yet," she stated, rather than asked.

"No, I have not yet seen him," Alyssa confessed. "Though I intend to tell him as soon as possible," Catelyn nodded in response, feeling torn herself. In an ideal world, Alyssa would be her son's bride and their first child – the prince of the north – would be cause for celebration. But as circumstances would have it, this poor child would be born a bastard despite the prestige of houses Stark and Arryn. At the same time, Catelyn wanted to protect her boy but this was something out of her hands and not for the first time she realised he was growing up and slipping away from her.

It must have been a mixture of nerves and being aware she was with child that caused the nausea Alyssa felt as she sat through breakfast. Although she was at Robb's side, she had never felt so distant from him knowing that she held this knowledge and would have to share it with him.

"Are you OK?" he asked, taking her hand with a look of concern on his face.

"Yes. I've just been feeling a bit under the weather," she answered with a strained smile.

"Perhaps you should see the Maester," he responded, kissing her fingers lightly. Alyssa tried not to burst out laughing at his response, and merely nodded and smiled. "Will you come and find me when you've seen him?"

"That probably won't be necessary," she muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Can we go somewhere private to talk?" she asked, aware of Lady Stark's eyes on her, silently urging her to get on with it.

"Of course, what do you want to talk about?" his blue eyes showed such love and concern that she wanted to capture that moment, surely the news she was about to bear would turn the ocean into steel.

"Not here," she stated, forcing herself to eat some more. Even if she felt like retching it up, she had to keep herself well-fed for the sake of the babe. After breaking their fast, instead of heading to his council as he usually did, Robb accompanied her back to his chambers. Thankfully, there were no servants present so they were quite alone.

Alyssa was terrified; this was a make or break moment. Robb sensed her unease and pulled her into his arms, patiently awaiting whatever she had to tell him.

"I love you," she blurted, before she was even aware the words were on her lips.

"I love you," he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "Is that what you brought me up here to say?"

"No," she replied, quickly adding, "well I do love you, but that's not what i specifically came to say," Robb's brow furrowed, though he didn't push her. She took a breath and stepped away from him slightly so she could look up at him, directly into his eyes. "I'm with child Robb," he stared at her blankly, as if in shock.

"Mine?" was all he could say.

"Of course it bloody is, what do you take me for?" she snapped; this was not what she had expected him to say.

"I'm going to be a father?" he asked, barely believing it himself.

"Yes," she searched his face for any sign – happiness, anger, sadness, regret, but all that happened was his eyes lit up and he leaned forward to kiss her deeply. She did not mind, though she wanted him to say something. Anything.

"That's the best news I've heard in a long, long time, I couldn't be happier," he beamed, pulling her closer to him.

"It's not," she croaked, tears filling her eyes. "You're marrying another, this child will be a bastard,"

"Not if I marry you,"

"You can't!" she stepped away in shock. "You promised Lord Frey you'd marry his daughter, it was in the terms of you crossing The Twins,"

"I'd rather marry you," he said solemnly. "For your honour and the sake of the child if there was nothing else, but I am in love with you and always wanted you for my wife, I'm sure there are terms we can negotiate with Walder... my uncle...gods, even my brother,"

"You can't do that to Jon, he's already left one place where he was bound to duty to fight for you, not be pledged with another life sentence,"

"I'm sure the Frey girl won't be so bad it'll be a duty," he chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Regardless, I would marry you Alyssa Arryn. Tomorrow. Tonight. Now." Alyssa's head felt dizzy with excitement, the most important thing in her life right now was the tiny life growing inside her, and selfishly she thought marrying Robb would mean he or she wouldn't grow up to become a bastard and wouldn't suffer the hardship and scorn Jon had all his life. With the speak of Jon, other thoughts began to infiltrate her mind but she refused to let them take root; not now.

"Are you officially asking me?" she asked, voice quivering as her hand instinctively cupped her currently flat stomach.

"I am," he looked into her eyes earnestly. "Tomorrow night, I would say my vows to you in the Godswood,"

"I'd better find something to wear then," she grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. Robb picked her up and spun her around as she cried out in amusement and surprise.

"I'll inform my mother and my men," he grinned, planting another kiss on her cheek before swiftly leaving the room with a spring in his step. Alyssa stared after him, the realisation of what had just transpired starting to sink in. If she married him, she would be his Queen. Queen in the North had a nice ring to it; and she giggled despite herself.

The news was initially met with mixed reactions as was evident in the great hall as they ate that evening. Catelyn had gotten over her initial shock, though Robb was his father's son and Eddard had for the most part been a man of honour, wanting to do the right thing. She knew this was what her son was doing, and it was certainly helped by the fact that he clearly loved the girl he was to marry. Olivia had been thrilled at the news and was eager to get on with preparations in what little time they had. Theon congratulated Robb, slapping him heartily on the back with a big grin on his face. Jon was hard to read. Robb had spoken with him and his proposition to marry the Frey girl, which Jon had quietly accepted; too stunned to take all of the news in. He smiled and gave his congratulations, but he was distant. Robb didn't appear to pick up on it, but Alyssa did and noticed he barely touched his food that evening but had more than his usual amount of wine. His men were polite enough not to comment on the fact that he had broken his agreement with Walder Frey, for which Robb was grateful. Besides, he planned on writing to Lord Frey and seeing if they could come to another arrangement; Jon wouldn't be happy but he could hardly begin his rule by going back on an agreement, and Jon was now Lord of Winterfell so in effect Frey's daughter wouldn't be losing out on anything.

By the time Alyssa had finished eating and drinking, Robb was still celebrating with some of his men and Jon had excused himself, claiming he had a headache and felt unwell.

"Don't you want to celebrate my betrothal?" Robb put his arm around him, trying to convince his brother to stay. Jon smiled in response but it didn't meet his eyes. Not that Robb noticed.

"Of course, in fact I'll be the one celebrating the hardest at the wedding feast," Jon assured him. "But I really think I need some rest, otherwise if this headache doesn't go I fear I won't be able to stand the ceremony," Robb looked disappointed but hugged his brother in understanding.

"Good night Jon, I trust you feel better in the morning,"

"I hope so," Jon smiled. Alyssa didn't even pretend she didn't know why Jon was behaving so demurely. After Jon had taken his leave, she drew Robb's attention to herself by squeezing his thigh.

"I think I should retire," she admitted, "After all, I shall be a bride tomorrow and i feel it more appropriate to enjoy my last night of freedom in my own chambers, it's more... proper,"

"Despite the fact you're already carrying his child?" Theon butted in from Robb's other side. She hadn't been as discrete as she had wished. Robb frowned at him and cuffed him lightly about the head.

"Fuck off Theon," he muttered, though he knew he meant no harm. He'd grown used to Theon Greyjoy over the years, as well as his loose tongue and up until meeting Olivia Dorsinger, his loose trousers as well. "I'll miss you," he whispered in Alyssa's ear, "But after tomorrow night I'll get to wake up with you in my bed every morning," Alyssa turned red and grinned, nothing could have made her happier in that moment.

"Good night Robb," she said sweetly, kissing him briefly before taking her leave, taking one last look back as she exited the hall to the corridors of the expansive castle to see her husband to be pouring more wine for himself and Theon. Rolling her eyes, Alyssa hoped he wouldn't be feeling too rough in the morning. The corridor leading to her bedchamber was eerily quiet in comparison to the jovial sounds that had filled the hall, and the silence felt overwhelming. Her heart jumped into her throat and her mouth went dry when she noticed there was a familiar figure leaning against the wall next to her bedroom door. She quickened her pace, not sure if she was angry or relieved to see him.

"Jon, what are you doing here?" she whispered.

"I came to see you," he shrugged. She could smell wine on him faintly, and wondered if he was drunk.

"I'm here, what do you want?" she didn't mean it unkindly, just that she'd rather be going to bed, her last night as an unmarried woman.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his dark eyes fixed on hers drawing her in, making it impossible to refuse.

"Yes, but not here. I don't know if Olivia is sleeping here tonight,"

"The Godswood?" he suggested, then winced remembering it was where the ceremony would take place the following evening.

"There might be servants there, preparing," she pointed out. "Your room?" She couldn't believe her boldness, but she had said it. Jon looked taken aback as well, though quickly regained what composure he had left and nodded. Silently they crept to his bedchamber, which was in the same part of the castle as Robb and Theon's. As everyone was celebrating, they didn't pass a soul and Alyssa felt she could breathe again when they were safely in Jon's room with only Ghost for company. It was the first time she'd had a chance to properly look at him since his arrival at camp all those weeks ago. He looked a lot better- he'd lost weight on his travels but was bulking out again now and the dark circles which had previously haunted his face had faded. Jon gestured to a comfortable looking chair beside the glowing fireplace and she took the invitation to sit down; Ghost coming over to see if he would be lucky enough to earn a scratch behind the ears from the visitor.

"He's such a tart," Jon grinned, trying to break the tension as Alyssa absent-mindedly stroked the wolf whose face was almost at the same level as hers when she was sat down.

"It's because he's so beautiful, aren't you Ghost?" she smiled. She was aware Jon's expression had changed and he was now staring at her intently. "What?" she asked. Jon sighed and took the seat opposite her and stoked the fire, bringing the dying flames to life. He found it hard to look at her, and they were both aware the atmosphere was changing. It was as if they were on the edge of a precipice – they would jump off or step back to the safety of solid ground.

"Remember that first night, when I went back to your room?" he asked. She nodded in response, how could she forget? It had haunted the back of her mind since. "Since I've been at the wall, I've dreamed of you. I've been so selfish, compromising your position back at the Twins even though you're with my brother. When I heard about the agreement with the Freys, I thought that when this war was over and Robb married one of them that would mean you would be available. Presumptuous, i know. But now... I don't know. What I wanted won't ever happen. This is wrong. Everything's wrong,"

"That was rather presumptuous," she replied, her voice coming out croakier than she had intended, her mouth dry. "But the Gods act in mysterious ways,"

"It's not a matter of Gods," he huffed.

"What is it a matter of?"

"I don't know. But I'm starting to think now things would have been simpler at the wall. You weren't there, I wasn't going to marry some girl I've never met as a convenience for Robb. At least I knew what was happening there,"

"It's hard for me too you know," she admitted angrily. "I love Robb. And knowing that his child is inside me is indescribable. But i want – Gods I can't even say it,"

"What do you want?" he demanded, eyes boring into hers. She didn't know how to articulate it, but she had already made the choice to jump. She rose, shakily and held out her hand. At her invitation, for he didn't want to force her into anything, he took her hand and stood, both of their hearts racing.

"I think I need to do this," she mumbled under her breath before gently pressing her lips to his. His response was anything but gentle; both of them knowing this would be the only chance they had. All feelings of guilt were pushed aside as they explored each others' mouths hungrily. When they pulled away they were both breathless. Knowing it was so wrong only increased the intensity of their actions. Ghost completely forgotten, Alyssa took Jon's hand again and wordlessly led him to his bed with her intentions clear.

"Forgive me Robb," Jon whispered as he assisted her in removing his clothing and then he removed hers; slowly as if unwrapping a valuable and delicate gift. Alyssa sighed and entwined her fingers in his hair as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on the side of her neck and collar bone. Jon wanted to taste all of her, allowing his mouth to smoothly trail down to her breasts, running his fingers delicately over each one before flicking his tongue over each nipple in turn. Alyssa did her best to keep quiet; if anyone heard them the consequences didn't bear thinking about. Jon would have liked to take his time but his need was too great and he was aware this would be his only chance. Sliding his body lower, he kissed and licked from her navel to the dark, wet patch of curls that he would finally get to investigate. She gasped when she felt his tongue briefly make contact with her clit, making Jon grin and move to her inner thighs, kissing and gently biting. Wanting to taste her properly, he returned his attention to her centre, slowly running his tongue from her entrance to her clit and back again a few times before pushing his tongue inside her. Alyssa's hips bucked automatically; he had to hold them firmly in his palms to keep her where he wanted her. He replaced his tongue with his index finger, licking and sucking at her clit at the same time. It wasn't long after he added a second finger that Alyssa began to tremble and pulled a pillow over her face to suppress the groan of pleasure as she found her release in a heady explosion of pure bliss.

While she recovered, Jon was stroking her hair and smiling, his eyes darkened in lust as he anticipated what was inevitably going to happen. Alyssa kissed him deeply and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him on top of her. She reached down and felt the iron hardness that indicated his readiness and willingness to continue. Jon looked down and watched her hand slowly stroking his cock, finding it a beautiful and most welcome sight. He couldn't believe this was happening, that she was actually touching him. Aware that if he didn't stop her soon he was going to embarrass himself, he gently removed her hand and returned his lips to hers as he carefully positioned himself over her.

"Jon," she murmured, pleading weakly against his mouth. That was all the encouragement he needed, firmly prising her thighs apart and slipping his cock into her wetness. For a tenth of a second, he remembered his niece or nephew was growing inside her, but the sensations her tight wetness were causing rid him of all other thoughts but her.

"Fuck, that's good," he gasped, biting his lower lip as he focused on thrusting and not releasing just yet.

His initial stab of guilt was mirrored internally by Alyssa. When he was about to fuck her, she wanted him right then more than she felt she had wanted anything in the world. As he began to enter her, that's when she felt guilty but as soon as he began moving it didn't matter. They managed to keep quiet for all their efforts, and knowing that only seemed to heighten their anticipation of their release. Alyssa found hers first, still sensitive from Jon's earlier ministrations. Jon was soon to follow, burying his head in her shoulder and holding back a satisfied grunt. Both of them lay there for several minutes, before Alyssa came round as if from a chance and sat up quickly, pushing him off her.

"We shouldn't have done that," she stated, avoiding his gaze. Tears were beginning to pool at the corner of her eyes – now she had her long-awaited sexual gratification that she'd dreamed of, reality came flooding back.

"I know," he replied sadly. "But I'm glad we did, aren't you?"

"Yes," she admitted, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I should go. Thank you, though,"

"Well, we'll be kind of family tomorrow anyway," he pointed out.

"Is that meant to make me feel better?" she asked, surprised he had chosen now of all times to bring it up.

"It's not meant to make you feel worse. I'll always care for you, but as hypocritical as it sounds now, I love my brother. And I'm to be married myself as soon as this sodding war's over. And I'm still glad we did it," he stated firmly. Alyssa couldn't help but smile, although he wasn't the most articulate man in the world she knew the meaning behind Jon's words.

Now she was dressed, she kissed a still naked Jon on the cheek. "Good night, Jon. And thank you, really," and with one small smile she left the room. Again, she was incredibly lucky that there was nobody to be seen on her walk back to her room besides a sleeping reveller, curled up against the castle wall. When she got to her room, she shut the door behind her and closed her eyes, sinking to the floor as her tears fell.

"What's the matter and where have you been?" demanded a cross voice from her bed.

"Olivia?" she asked, surprised. Shit, she hadn't been expecting her cousin to be here, she thought she would have been with Theon.

"Yes, I didn't want you to spend the night before your wedding alone, only I didn't see you leave the feast when Robb did and I got worried," she admitted. "Why are you crying, are you nervous? Don't you want to marry Robb?"

"Of course I do," snapped Alyssa. "I went for a walk, that's all,"

"Strange time to go for a walk," muttered Olivia. "At least you're here now, I was getting bored. And there are so many wedding-related matters we need to discuss,"

"Such as?"

"Everything! Your dress, songs, the ceremony itself..."

"OK," sniffed Alyssa, grateful for the distraction. At least Olivia would keep her talking until she passed out from sheer exhaustion, and she had no intention of letting the conversation get anywhere near where she had really been that night. When she climbed into bed, her last night as Alyssa Arryn, she thought fondly of her aunt and uncle and was sad they wouldn't be at her wedding. Of course her uncle was dead, and her aunt probably wouldn't dare leave the Eyrie with the state of her cousin's health and her aunt's growing paranoia.

Lightly stroking her barely-there stomach, she closed her eyes and willed sleep to come. Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of her life.