Robb and all the other men went out hunting, leaving me in Winterfell. I was in the library, reading books about Stark history. My hand subconsciously went to my stomach.
I wondered for a good hour if I was pregnant already. I knew that the Stark seed was strong; Robb had been conceived after only one night. Would I be the same? If I was with child, would it be a girl or a boy?
I imagined the different combinations of the child's features. A girl with dark red curls and bright green eyes that looks like my mother, a boy with black hair and blue eyes who looked like Bran.
I then thought of names. For a girl, Lyanna I would think. A Stark name, and a direct insult to my mother. For a boy, I have always liked the name Josef.
Eventually, the books lost their appeal, and I headed back to the castle. I was passing a small tower, when I noticed I figure. It must have been Bran, who I knew loved climbing.
I was about to call out when he started falling. I stood back to avoid being crushed. He fell, and his legs were in a grotesque manner. I looked up, able to only catch a flash of gold.
"Bran," I cried out. "You, get maester Luwin. And you, help me with him." I put my head to his chest. "He's still breathing!" The man and I brought Bran to his bedroom. "I'll go get his mother," I say and rush off to find Lady Catelyn.
I find her walking through the courtyard. "Lady Catelyn!" I yell, not caring about formalities. She turns, and I know my expression says everything. She follows me through the halls and cries in a chair as Maester Luwin works.
I go to the stables, and instruct a man to ride and find the hunting party.
I am forced to sit outside of Bran's room. All I can think is that one of my family members pushed him. I figured out soon enough that it was my mother and Jaime were fucking, and that Bran saw. Jaime probably pushed him.
In those few moments, I was so tempted to stand up and yell to the guards, "Jaime did it! He pushed Bran!" I was gathering up the courage when Robb rushed in. He was sweating, and only Jon was behind him.
"Is he alive?" Robb asked. "Yes." I say. If he was dead, they would be out here. "What happened?" He asked. I shook my head, "He fell. I saw him."
Robb went over and hugged me. I held him tightly, not wanting him to cry.
• • • •
We had to wait for what felt like an eternity until Maester Luwin and Catelyn came out. "He's alive, but we won't know the extent of he damage until he wakes up. You can go see him now.
All of Starks, as everyone was here, went in, and I was left outside. I looked down at my stomach and vowed that if Bran died, I would name my son Brandon.
Robb came out, and I could see how his eyes were a little red. We made our way to our room, and Robb slowly got out of his armor. When he was just in a tunic and pants, I went over to him and sat on the bed.
I held his hand, and he smashed his lips to mine. I was surprised, but kissed back. Soon we were out of our clothes, and on the bed. "Are you sure, Robb?" I ask. He nods, and kisses my neck.
Every day I spend in the North, I realize more and more that Robb isn't just a cold face and honour; he is so much more.