"Cassandra!"

Robb yelled at his sister as he saw her wandering through the campsite. He rushed forwards, stopping the conversation which he had been holding with one of his men. The camp was full of activity. Everyone was rushing around, wondering what it was that they needed to do for the King in the North. He'd given specific orders.

They moved to Riverrun as soon as possible. Robb knew that it had to be done. They had to keep the North safe. The Lannisters could not take hold of it.

"What?" Cassandra snapped as her brother grabbed her wrist.

"Why aren't you with mother? We're leaving soon. You need to stay with her and Arya...I have a guard set up for you."

"And I need to see Theon before you do anything else," Cassandra spoke, her hands wrapping around her brother's upper arms. She begged him to understand. He didn't seem to, for he rolled his eyes and began to push her backwards, his hands settled on her waist as he did so.

"You need to get to safety. Wandering around here is no place for a lady."

"Robb," Cassandra said, "nothing bad shall happen to me, shall it? The Lannisters are not here yet."

"Why in the name of the Gods are you so stubborn?" Robb growled lowly at her, taking her by the hand as he saw Theon over her shoulder. She followed him, her own gaze finding Theon's in the distance. She moved with haste then, Robb releasing her hand so that she could launch herself into Theon's arms.

Robb looked at his sister with mixed emotions. He longed for her not to love Theon so much. He was sure it would make his life easier. But you couldn't help who you fell in love with. Robb knew that much. He sighed, moving back to find things for other men to do.

"We ride tonight," Theon said; his long fingers on her hips as she caressed his cheek soothingly. "They say the Lannisters have made their move. There is nothing else we can do. We need to push them back."

"I know," Cassandra said. "It still doesn't make any of this easier, Theon. After everything that has happened...how...when does it end?"

"It ends when we win," he promised her, the confident smirk back on his face. He moved his hand to her stomach. "It ends and we raise this child together. Do you understand me?"

He took her face into his hands, holding it tightly before he pressed his lips against hers.

"Go to your mother," he urged her soothingly. "Go and keep our child safe. I shall return with Robb."

"Theon..." Cassandra said; her heart in her mouth as he took her hand and squeezed it. He winked subtly, backing away from her to join the other men in putting their armour on. She held on for as long as she could until his fingers slipped away. She watched him leave her as an arm rested around her waist.

"Come along, Cass," her mother spoke. "Your brother has five men left behind to guard is in a nearby forest. We follow Robb at a leisurely pace until the battle has finished."

"And if we get there and they have lost?" Cassandra fretted; her stomach twitching as she did so. She dropped a hand to hold onto her small bump, watching her mother whilst waiting for an answer. An answer which Catelyn did not have. Arya stood to her mother's side, far too interested in the preparation for war than anything else.

"We come to that if it happens," Catelyn said. "Now, come on. We need to leave."

...

Theon rode beside Robb in the congregation to Riverrun. Both of them had been quiet in the night air, not too sure of what they should say to each other. They had officially made peace with each other, but that did not stop the awkwardness between them. It wasn't until the moon had reached its peak when Robb dared to speak.

"My sister is carrying your child." He spoke.

Theon had to resist the urge to snap some sarcastic comment back.

"So it would seem," Theon said.

"It will be a bastard." Robb continued to speak. "You know that, don't you? The only way for that to change is if the High Septon was to annul her marriage."

"And if you gain King's Landing then you can do that," Theon replied with a brief nod. "You know that as well as I, Robb. I just don't know if you want it to happen."

"I have never been pleased with your arrangement, Theon," Robb admitted.

"I would never have guessed." The sarcastic remark had escaped him.

Robb scowled at him for a few moments, his gaze one of annoyance with the young Greyjoy. "I never thought you were good enough for Cass. You visited brothels...you were crude...and she is a-"

"-She is a lady," Theon finished. "Do you think I don't know that? She was the Lady of Winterfell for some time. I know who Cassandra is. I was only reminded by your mother most days."

Robb pursed his lips for a few moments. "I was about to say that she is my sister. My younger sister. I did not like her being with you...knowing what you did in your spare time. Can you see why I wanted someone better for her?"

"And your only answer was Ser Stevron?" Theon replied lowly.

"You know why that happened," Robb replied harshly.

"Yes," Theon agreed. "A bridge was more important than your sister. Do you know how annoyed I was when I found out what you had done? Cass and I were stood in the tower when the raven came. You were able to betray your oath for a foreign lady. Tell me, Robb, was she good enough for you?"

"She came from noble birth," Robb replied.

"As do I," Theon quickly retorted. "I have never hurt Cassandra. I have never purposefully wanted to harm her. You've seen how I treat her. I want her to be my lady, Robb. Surely you know that...she carries my child...my son or daughter..."

"A future heir to Pyke," Robb nodded. "And we know what Pyke has done to the North."

"I can bring the alliance," Theon said.

"Your father would never consent."

"Damn my father," Theon snapped back. "He's not my father...he's some man who helped to make me, but he is not my father."

Robb looked across to Theon as he said nothing. He could see that Theon was being deadly serious. He wasn't joking about any of this. He was intent on making Cassandra his wife.

"What you did to Winterfell...you know the implications, don't you? You know that the Northerners do not forget?"

"They wouldn't a likeable bunch if they didn't hold a grudge," Theon grumbled under his breath. "I know that, Robb. I would not take Cassandra from Winterfell to Pyke. My father would be disgusted with me for that."

"We need to see what happens, Theon," Robb spoke. "There is a lot involved in this."

"No, there isn't," Theon challenged him. "I love her, and she loves me. That was enough for your wife. Why can it not be enough for me and Cassandra?"

"Talisa never burnt down Winterfell," Robb challenged Theon. "Let us come out of battle unscathed and then argue. It is a waste of energy to continue with our bickering here."

...

"Don't stress, Cassandra. It will do the baby no good," Catelyn warned her daughter.

Five of Robb's trusted men had taken the three Stark females to the woods, hiding in the trees. They kept watch as Cassandra sat with her family around a small flame. She had her hand on her stomach, trying to control her breathing as the nerves got the better of her. She instantly began to worry about what was happening to Robb and Theon.

"What am I supposed to do?" Cassandra replied. "Theon and Robb are risking their lives."

"They've done it before," Arya said to her sister. "They'll beat Tywin Lannister. I know it."

"How do you know it?" Cassandra wondered, settling down on the leg next to Arya.

"I stayed in Harrenhal with Tywin Lannister," Arya reminded her sister. "I don't think he is strong enough to beat Robb, not now that his son isn't leading and his allies have scattered."

"You learnt a lot about warfare," Cassandra commented to her sister.

"I had to," Arya whispered. "So, you see, Robb will win."

"Your sister is right," Catelyn agreed limply, pulling her furs tighter around her due to the cold air. Cassandra kept rubbing a hand over her stomach, her worry rising up inside of her before she heard a sudden grunting noise.

"What was that?" Arya wondered, standing up and looking around.

A whish of wind went past before another grunt was heard. Catelyn stood too, helping Cassandra to her feet as she feared the worst happening. She turned her gaze to the side, looking on as a man fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out from his neck.

"We're under attack," Arya said, noting a sword which one of the men had placed by the camp. She moved towards it as Cassandra's eyes roamed around the darkness, worry fuelling the adrenaline within her. She took a moment to reach for her mother's hand, holding it tightly in hers before they moved hesitantly through the camp.

"Lady Stark."

Catelyn startled as she caught the sight of Arya over her shoulder, hiding behind a tree from the eyes of the guards approaching them. Lannister men were glaring at her and Cassandra, their eyes narrowed as their red cloaks flew behind them. Catelyn placed herself in front of her daughter, her other hand behind her back. She motioned with her hand for Arya to run. She didn't want her caught. She had to go and find Robb to tell him what had happened.

Arya understood the signal and began to creep away, leaving her sister and mother. She didn't want to go, but she knew that it would be for the best.

"What is it we can do for you?" Catelyn wondered.

"You shouldn't be out in the woods alone, Lady Stark. You never know who is lurking here."

"Lannister men, it would seem," Catelyn spoke, keeping her head held high. "Did Lord Tywin send you to find us out here?"

"It wasn't difficult," he assured her. "Ser Stevron Frey saw to that. He wrote to us whilst you packed the camp away. It seems he made a deal with Lord Tywin."

"What did he say?" Cassandra was the one to snap, wondering how Stevron could have done this. He was supposed to have been guarded. How had he managed to send a raven?

"He's to return home to the Twins and take his father's place. He asked for you to be spared, his lady wife...the woman carrying his child."

"I'm not," Cassandra replied. "We're not going anywhere with you."

"You don't really have a say in that," the guard said, clicking his fingers and his men moved forwards. Catelyn's chin seemed to jut out further as kept her hand firmly on Cassandra's hand.

"You're not dragging us out of here like commoners," she spoke. "We will come without a fight, so long as my daughter is kept in fine condition."

"Lord Tywin wouldn't want to harm the prisoners," the guard grinned, walking besides Catelyn with a smug air around him. "He hopes to squash the King in the North's army with you two captured."

"Where's the little girl?" One of them suddenly asked.

"My youngest daughter has not been with me in months," Catelyn lied. She didn't need them running off to find Arya. It would do no one any good.

"Your youngest daughter was reportedly seen with you on the road. Where is she?"

"Not here," Cassandra snapped. "You have two Starks. Is that not enough? She left us days ago."

They all looked at each other, shrugging nonchalantly as they did so. Two Starks were better than one. Catelyn kept hold of her daughter before closing her eyes, praying to the Gods that they would be saved.