I stood in front of the mirror,, admiring my belly. It protruded softly, and I knew that soon I would need new dresses. Robb came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and mumbled, "Good morning," into my neck.

I turned around and kissed him, our bare chests touching. "Good morning to you as well." I smiled into the kiss. "I'm going to get fat soon," I said. "Then I should get my fill." I laughed as he led me to our bed.

After getting ready, Robb and I attended breakfast. "What do you want to name the baby?" I ask him. "Lyanna for a girl, I would think." I nod, "I wholeheartedly agree. I like Josef for a boy." He kisses me again.

"Could you lovebirds stop, please? I'm trying to eat here." I pull away and laugh. "Theon, I have heard you do much worse." I turn to playfully glare at him. "I cannot control my urges my lady." I shake my head, "Try to. At least in the castle."

We head to the stables after breakfast, where we get on our horses. I had not ridden Elm in a while, but I made a special exception for Bran. "Are you ready?" Robb asked as soon as Bran was seated. He nodded, and we took off.

When we rode through the town, I smiled and waved when anyone bent the knee to us. When we passed the ale house, Theon rode up to us. "Sweet Kyra. She squirms like a weasel in bed, but say-"

I cut him off with a smack on the back of his head. "Ow!" Theon complained. "My babe has ears, and so does Bran."

"Good job Bran." I called to him. "Do you want to go faster?" He nodded, and we sped off. After a minute, I slowed down. The running made my stomach bounce uncomfortably, and I didn't want to cause a miscarriage. Bran and Robb caught up to each other ahead.

I wondered if they were talking about the letter from King's Landing. I had read it with Robb last night.

Theon sped up on front of me. When I saw the trio go into the woods, I speeded Elm up a little to catch up. Maester Luwin was still behind me.

I caught up to Theon. "I don't want to have a war child, Theon." I admitted. He nodded. "If we do go to war, I promise that I'll make sure Robb doesn't bring back a bastard." I don't laugh.

Before we could continue, I heard a shout. "Winterfell!" I gasped, "Robb!" and started to gallop towards the sound.

I found them by a stream. I jumped off my horse and picked up a dagger that one of them dropped. A man had a knife to Bran's throat. "Back away, or I'll open the boy's windpipe, I swear."

I dropped the dagger. "You, girl, come here." I slowly went to Bran, and stood next to him, hugging him to my side. The woman picked up her spear as Robb called the wolves off. I knew my fear showed in my eyes.

There was four of them when the arrow went through the man's throat. His knife fell away, and I sat down with Bran as he collapsed. Theon was there, suddenly fighting with his sword.

One man was on the right, and another on the left. Theon fought the one on the right, and pushed him down. But before he could turn, the man on the left brought his dagger down on Theon's back.

Robb killed both men in an instant.

I went over to Theon. I cradled his head in my lap. His breath was ragged. "Relax Theon, you're going to be okay." I felt tears prickle my eyes. "You can't die, Theon." My voice came out a determined whimper.

The guardsmen came through the bushes. Robb stood there, looking at the scene unfolding. "Theon, you ass, you can't die. You can't!" I sobbed. Theon gave me a smile. Not his cocky grins, but a real smile. "But I can, Princess of Summer." He closed his eyes and took one final breath.

I felt arms pulling me away, and I was too shocked to resist. Robb held me as I was pulled away from Theon's body. "No," I whispered. Suddenly it felt as though I had been running for a long time, and all my strength left me. I crumpled into Robb, and closed my eyes.

• • •

I awoke in our bed. My first thought was, It was my fault. It took me another second to remember what was my fault. Theon. Theon Greyjoy, who was such a flirt, and was the first person to make me laugh at Winterfell.

I hugged my knees. I didn't feel sad, just numb. "Hey," I looked up. Robb gave me a plate of food. "You must be hungry. You slept for a day."

"It was all my fault. If I had waited with the guard, then Theon would be alive. He died, protecting me. It's all my fault." I felt the tears starting to leak, but Robb just held me as I sobbed. I'm pretty sure he let out a few tears.

"If it's a boy, his name will be Theon." I vow. Robb just nodded.

Yeah. Sorry for killing off Theon. For the reviewer who said not to name the baby Josef, don't worry. It was just a random medieval name I found. Also, now the siege of Winterfell will never happen.