Lord Petyr Frey was an idiot.

Not that it mattered.

But eight days after the tragic death of his wife, Mylenda Caron, Lord Petyr was marrying again to the now Lady of the Crossing, Beatrice Frey.

She looked stunning in her wedding dress, which had a white bodice covered in vines of gold. The back was exposed, and had a single diagonal line of pearls. Her skirt was layers after layers of sheer mesh, and her dark hair billowed around the intricate bodice. She wore no vale.

It was the last day that we would be at the Twins, and it was fitting that we got a wedding, even if it wasn't the one we came for.

I, myself, wore a simple grey, sleeveless, gown that was covered in black lace.

The wedding feast was delicious, and I even had a chance to talk to Beatrice.

"I'm with child," she told me, smiling widely. I would probably as well. I mean, Beatrice was born a whore, and now she is a Lady with the future Lord of the Crossing in her stomach. "If it's a boy, ill name him Paden or Pace. If it's a girl, Perlie." I smiled at her, "Those are lovely names."

Petyr was also an idiot because he (Beatrice) gave away almost all of his army to us. Robb insisted that at least half should stay at the Twins, but Petyr had answered, "It has come to my attention that the Twins is a very well guarded castle, and we need not an excessive amount of men to defend it.

Beatrice had smile at me, so I took it as a peace offering.

The next day, the army left for the North. It was the first day of the new year, and we awoke early. I changed into a silk grey gown adorned with tiny silver flowers, with a bodice of grey fur. On top of my head I placed my simple bronze crown.

I sat upon Elm beside Robb, as he said his speech. He ended with the words, "Winter is Coming and the North Remembers,"

We rode for many days, and I was glad that my babe was only four or so months along, or else riding would be very difficult. I knew that eventually Robb would send me home, and I was glad that Lady Juliana would be coming with me. I saw the way she grimaced slightly when her horse mis stepped. She also had to ride with her son.

I was, however, excited to see Ned again. Hopefully this time Robb would be around to see our new child into the world. This one would be Prince Theon, or Princess Lyanna. I was secretly hoping for a girl with my emerald eyes and Robb's auburn hair who I could dress up in elegant dresses of pink and blue.

So, practically Myrcella or Sansa reborn.

I giggled at the thought, but then grew sad at the memory of Sansa.

I then promised myself that when I got back to Winterfell, I would find a way to smuggle Sansa out of King's Landing. What we needed was all the Starks home, in Winterfell, safe and sound.

• • •

Five days into our journey, we received the news.

"Joffrey is dead," Robb said. I didn't feel a twinge of pain like I did with the news of my father. Instead, I just felt relieved. "Poisoned at his wedding feast," I nodded. "They say that his Uncle Tyrion did it, with his wife." A pause. "Sansa."

I shook my head. "Don't be ridiculous. Sansa... She's not like that." Robb nodded in agreement.

"It also says that Sansa has escaped King's Landing, and that the crown demands that anybody who has seen her to give her to the crown." I felt my heart fly at that and said, "If Sansa escaped, then she will go to us, or to Winterfell." Lady Catelyn nodded with a smile on her face. "We only need Arya, and then are family will be complete," she whispered, so softly I had to strain my ears to hear.

Afterwards, while I was taking down my hair, Robb had said. "Anna, I want you to head home with Lady Lolliston's family. You should be at Winterfell, safe and prepared for when the baby comes."

I turned around to protest, but he captured my lips with his. He led me to the bed, and I briefly thought of when he bedded me and then left south the next morning.

I was soon preoccupied, however.

• • •

"Your Grace!" My eyes flew open. Robb groaned and rolled over in his sleep. His squire, the Frey one, continued to call out. I shook Robb. "Wake up!" He refused to, so I slapped him hard across the face. He woke up after that. "What is it?" He asked, pulling on a pair of breeches.

I clad myself in a thin robe, and threw Robb's tunic to him. "It's Lady Catelyn,"

Robb froze, and I did as well.

"She was attacked."

• • •

Lady Catelyn's scream was heard from a nearby tent, and Brienne, her personal guard, raced inside, only in time to see a shadow disappear.

Catelyn had her throat slit, to the bone, and there was no helping.

Robb immediately blamed Brienne, but I came into her defence. "The same thing happened to Renly," I said, remembering Catelyn's story. "It was Stannis."

Robb had stalked off into the dead of night, and I was forced to wander through the woods. I found him sobbing on the pine needles. I sat next to him and started rubbing his back. After a moment, when the sobs subsided, I said, "I understand, Robb."

He turned, angry. "No you don't," he spat out. "You don't have two dead parents."

I stood up defensively. "I do understand Robb. Why don't you think I do?"

I didn't wait for him to say anything.

"I lost my father. He may have preferred a whore's cunt over his daughter's smiles, but he was my father. I lost my mother, too, once when I found her fucking her brother, and once again when she labeled me a traitor and started planning to kill me.

I lost my uncle, once when I saw his cock buried into my mother, and once again when he tried to kill you, my husband and love. I lost my baby brother, Joffrey, when he started skinning animals alive. I lost Myrcella, and Tommen too when I realized that they are only my half siblings.

My favourite uncle, Renly, is dead. Stannis is trying to kill me.

My entire family is labeled as traitors! I've lost them all. The only people I have left are Ned, my babe, and you, Robb. I chose you, Robb, over my own blood. Because I love you. And I can't lose you too."

By the time I finished, tears were running down my face and a sob was building in my throat. Robb stood up and kissed me, and I could taste salt on his lips.

He pulled back for breath and whispered, "I love you too, my Queen."