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I never noticed how boring Maester Luwin was.
He droned on about finances, and all I could think of was Annablyth.
I practically grew up with the stories of the Queen's beauty, but only recently did I realize that Anna would forever be more beautiful than the Queen.
Her hair was like the night, and her eyes glittering emeralds. But what made her special was her spirit, the fire inside of her that would burn for eternity.
I tried not to tap my fingers, but all I could think of was the babe. I wanted to tell everyone, to shout to the world that I had a child inside of Anna.
I just had to tell someone. Anyone. So when I was walking with Theon, it slipped out.
"Annablyth is with child." I told him. Theon stopped mid stride, and looked at me. "What?" I say, "Annablyth is pregnant." Theon claps my back hard. "Well, congratulations. Good to know you have a heir."
"I'm not supposed to tell anyone yet. I think she's afraid of a miscarriage." I admit. He laughs, "Relax Robb. Just enjoy her until a babe is suckling at her instead of you."
I playfully shoved him. "Shut up."
I felt better after that, actually being able to focus on my work. The weight of a secret is no longer on my shoulders. We even figure out a way to save a few hundred Silver Stags.
Annablyth and I meet for lunch and discuss Winterfell. Every moment that I am with her, I feel happier than I have ever felt. I wondered when her belly would start swelling. I imagine her walking down the street, and men not daring to give her a second look with her wide stomach.
Anna had a lot to say about Winterfell, and I mentally noted to assign her some duties. Even with knowing her for barely 3 months, I knew that Anna was a restless person.
She would ride her horse, Elm, practically every day. She would look after little Rickon, and keep Bran company. I knew from some of my advisors that she was trying to get some power over whatever, but that they declined here.
I told them to not, and it seemed that she had started overlooking food stocks - winter is coming.
But, even then, Annablyth would visit me while I was working and pester me. She would look over my shoulder and tell me what I should write in my letters. I might act like I hate it, but my heart swells hearing her dictate my letter while sitting on my desk.
In those precious moments, she looked like the real Annablyth. Not some Princess of King's Landing, or even a Lady of Winterfell. She wasn't my wife or the mother of my child. She wasn't hiding behind a title. She was just Annablyth.
"Annablyth," I interrupted. She stopped mid sentence. "You should come to the next meeting." Her fave lit up, "Really?" I nod. In her eyes, I could see that she wanted to kiss me right then and there.
I whisper into her ear, "Don't worry, darling. They'll be plenty of time tonight." She laughed her special laugh, which was like a twinkling of bells.
After lunch we had another meeting, and Annablyth accompanied me. The other people there gave her a few looks, but Theon just gave a wide smile.
She had a lot to say, and I could see it in their eyes that they wanted to say something like, "Shut up woman!" They didn't dare, and by the end Annablyth had convinced them that saving money and food for winter would be essential.
When I walked Annablyth back to her room, Theon caught up with us. "Not bad, Princess of Summer." I wanted to kill him for his informality to his lady, but she just laughed. "Princess of Summer? Is that what the Northerners are calling me?" He smiled that arrogant smile and ran off.
We made it to our room, and started to undress. We were both tired apparently, and fell asleep quickly.