A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! Just a few things; some people were asking whether this chapter would have much of Jaime and Lanette. The answer is, it will definitely feature them but it will mostly focus on the relationship between Robb and Amy. After part two I will sort of make it a more even match (or as even as I can). Others are asking about the Game of Thrones timeline. The answer to that ... forget it would be my advice haha!

Right, just want to thank you all for sticking with this so far, hope you enjoy part two as much as you seemed to enjoy part one!

Guest: Thank you for your flurry of reviews, it's lovely to read that I have a new "fan". Hope you enjoy the new update! Thank you again!

unnamed visitor: Thank you again! Your review almost made me blush a little, it certainly made me smile like a fool! You may have been right with your comment about Robb and Amy but I shall say no more ... No, Tywin won't be there unfortunately but without giving anything away, there may be an opportunity later for him to come face to face with the lady you mentioned. Thank you very much again, and here's the update you wanted!

Guest: Aww, I can see where you're coming from picturing Lily James as Amy, she has that sweet/innocent look about her. Unfortunately I think it would be a little too "Cinderella" if I used her image for Amy!

Right-ho folks! On with the first chapter of part two, and Amy is ready to leave the Rock ...

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Part II

Goodbyes

Amy pulled yet another dress out of her dresser and held it up to her body as she scrutinized herself in the mirror. Choosing her favourites was proving difficult and choosing the best of them to wear when she finally met Robb and the rest of the Starks was even more difficult. Her mother had told her that when she had left Crakehall to marry her father that she had to fit everything into one trunk. Luckily for Amy she was allowed three but she had filled two easily already. She sighed heavily after a moment and tossed the dress aside, it was one she rarely wore and although it was very pretty she knew she had to be ruthless now that she had almost run out of space.

"By the Gods, what has happened in here?" her mother's voice came from the doorway.

"I'm packing," Amy said as she tossed another dress aside.

"I see," her mother said lightly and she turned to see her gazing round with a slight frown on her face.

"I don't know what to wear," Amy said.

"Does it matter? It is only dinner," she said, her frown deepening.

"No not tonight," Amy shook her head, "I mean when I get there … when I meet him"

"You're nervous," her mother concluded with an understanding smile, coming towards her.

"I don't want to make the wrong impression," Amy said.

"Believe me Amy, I doubt Robb Stark will even notice your dress," she said, her smile widening.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked as her mother steered her down to sit at her vanity.

"He's a man Amy, men do not notice such things," she smiled at her in the mirror.

"But I want him to notice me," Amy said, "I want him to like me"

"I'm sure he will," her mother soothed.

"But what if he doesn't? What if I'm too different from the Northern ladies?" she asked fearfully.

"Why should that be a bad thing?" her mother frowned.

"He might favour them," Amy said.

"Nonsense," her mother snorted, "one look at you and he will be besotted – you are a beautiful girl Amy and believe me you have plenty charms to occupy Robb Stark"

"Truly?" Amy asked her hopefully.

"Truly," her mother confirmed, squeezing her shoulders reassuringly before moving her hands to begin styling her hair for dinner.

Amy scrutinized her face in the mirror as her mother went about gathering up her hair. Her nose was straight she supposed and her lips were not too plump. She had high cheek bones like her father but in all she looked the most like her mother. People always said that her mother was beautiful and Amy could only hope that they would think the same about her. That Robb would think the same about her. She sighed heavily then and tried not to think about the possibility that he would not find her pleasing. Her mother caught her eye in the mirror and looked at her in concern, she smiled in response and hoped that it would suffice. She supposed it would do no good to dwell on the possibility that Robb wouldn't like her before she had even met him. When she met him she would know, wouldn't she?

Jaime entered the room to find his wife and daughter at the vanity, Lanette braiding and piling up Amy's hair on top of her head. He leant against the doorframe for a moment and just watched them as they chattered lightly, giggling every now and again, the sound of it making him smile. He couldn't believe that this would be the last night he had with his daughter at Casterly Rock. Come the morning her belongings would be loaded up and he would hand her over into the care of fifty of his most skilled and trusted men so they could escort her to Winterfell and her new life. He didn't want to let her go, he was in no way ready to let her go but he had no choice in the matter. All of this had been decided so long ago and he had agreed to it all then, it was too late to change his mind now. Besides, although she was nervous he knew that Amy was also incredibly excited to finally meet the boy she had been corresponding with for the best part of six years. Man, he supposed, Robb Stark would be a man grown now and the thought made him feel slightly uneasy. In his mind Amy was still a child, a young girl, but soon she would be married. He closed his eyes for a moment then. Gods, he was not ready for this.

"What are you doing lurking there?" Lanette's voice pulled him from his troubling thoughts.

"I had thought I could escort you beautiful ladies to dinner," he forced a smile then that he knew his wife would see through but that he hoped would satisfy Amy.

"Is it time already?" Amy asked, swivelling round on her stool, "I haven't chosen a dress yet"

"You look lovely in the one you're wearing," Jaime told her.

"Yes," Lanette agreed, "and besides, you don't want to keep your grandfather waiting do you?"

"No indeed," Jaime smiled, "I do believe he has a gift for you"

"A gift?" Amy repeated, rising to her feet.

"Yes," he confirmed, "although if we're late he may just change his mind …"

"I suppose this dress is pretty enough for dinner," Amy said then and Jaime and Lanette caught one another's eyes and had to hide their amused smiles.

Lanette smiled slightly as she watched Amy rearrange her curls about her shoulders as they waited for dinner to be served. She turned her head slightly then and saw Jaime watching her with a sadness in his eyes that made her own suddenly feel rather tight. Just imagining dining here when she was gone was a strange thought. It had always seemed so far away, the day when she would be packed off up to the cold North, but now it was only a day away. Amy seemed excited though and Lanette supposed she had to be glad about that. Like Jaime, she had assumed that the correspondence between her and her betrothed would become less and less frequent the more time elapsed. It had been the opposite. From a letter every few months it became every month without fail and then every week. If ravens were able to cover the distance between Casterly Rock and Winterfell in a day then she had no doubt that daily letters would have transpired. As curious as Lanette was about the contents of them she had never given in to the urge to peek into the box under the bed that Amy kept them all in. What passed between her and Robb Stark was private and Lanette would never have snooped unless she thought her daughter had been upset somehow. As it was she always seemed that little bit happier on the days a raven would arrive with a wolf sealed letter attached to it.

The doors to the private dining chamber opened wide then and Tywin entered followed by a troupe of servants bearing various tureens and trays of food. They uttered their formal greetings before lapsing into silence as the food was set down on the table and the flagons of wine brought in. A squire came forward to pour all four of them a healthy measure of the good red; Lanette and Amy thanking him warmly, Jaime nodding his thanks and Tywin saying nothing, merely drumming his fingers lightly against the table top. Lanette tried not to feel irked, her good-father was far more polite and warm than he had been when she had first married Jaime but he still showed little or no regard to those he deemed beneath him. Still, he had made leaps and bounds when it had come to Tyrion. He may not have ever showered him with affection but he had shown a certain kindness to him over the last years and trusted him with dealings around the Rock. Even Jaime had been surprised when he had finally given in to Tyrion's pleas to go travelling. Lanette had neglected to tell any of them how many hours she had spent arguing Tyrion's case before her good-father had eventually given it to her. Anything for a peaceful life. That had been what he had said in the end and Lanette had been thrilled to wave Tyrion off, knowing that he would have a wonderful time seeing the world.

She was pulled from the thoughts of her good-brother then as Tywin spoke up to dismiss the few attendants who lined the walls in case any of them should need anything. Lanette raised a brow slightly at that and shared a look with Jaime who shrugged his shoulders slightly in response. They both looked towards Tywin then as he raised his glass to Amy who was sat opposite him; "to Lady Amella Lannister, and a safe journey north," he toasted and Jaime and Lanette raised their own glasses, seeing a light blush rise up on their daughter's cheeks. "I have a gift for you," Tywin said then and Lanette saw Amy glance at Jaime for a moment and smile widely. "Thank you," she said warmly to her grandfather, her eyes following him as he stood up, his hand going inside his doublet and pulling out a pouch made of pure cloth of gold. "It's inside," he told her, laying it down next to her plate and standing behind her chair as she made to pull open the strings, tipping the content up and into her hand. A gasp left Amy's mouth then, a smile spreading across her face as she looked down on the golden lion pendant hanging from a fine gold chain. "Thank you," she breathed then, "it's so beautiful … truly grandfather, thank you I will treasure it."

"I wanted you to have a parting gift, a reminder of where you are from," he told her.

"As if I will ever forget," she said, tracing her finger across the carefully carved lion.

"Well best you remind others who will," he said seriously, "you are a Lannister of Casterly Rock and that remains true no matter where you are nor who you marry"

"I know," she said, nodding slightly.

"Good," he said, allowing a small smile before he hesitantly placed his hand on Amy's shoulder and squeezed lightly for a moment.

"Would you help me put it on?" Amy asked him then and he hesitated for a second time before taking the necklace from her, his hands shaking slightly as he unfastened it.

"Are you set for tomorrow?" he asked her as he draped it around her neck.

"Almost," she said, and Lanette raised her brows at her as she caught her eye.

"I'll bet," Tywin said drily, catching the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Elsa will help me finish up later," Amy told him.

"Good," he said as he fastened the necklace, "is Ser Henrik ready to depart?"

"He has his orders, they will leave on time," it was Jaime who answered him.

"Good," Tywin said again, nodding distractedly as he walked back around to take his own place.

"Yes," Jaime agreed although Lanette could tell he would be more than happy for any delays to occur.

"That looks good on you," Tywin nodded towards Amy then who beamed widely; at least she was happy, that was what truly mattered.

"I will treasure it always," she promised her grandfather.

"Very good," he nodded again, "now … perhaps we should get on with this dinner."

Lanette sighed knowingly to herself as she glanced over to where Jaime was sat slumped against the cushions of the sofa. She knew he was brooding over tomorrow as she poured them both a large measure of wine. When she approached and held his out to him he brought a smile to his face that she knew damn well was forced. She sat down at his side then and sipped for a moment on her wine before she turned to face her husband, knowing she couldn't ignore the forlorn expression on his face any longer.

"She'll be alright you know," she said after a few more moments and he started.

"And you can be certain about that can you?" he asked her slightly edgily.

"Jaime we raised her to be strong, not to lay back and be made a fool of," she told him.

"She'll be on her own up there Lana, that alone is enough to break anyone," he said.

"She's excited," she told him firmly, "she cannot wait to meet Robb Stark and his family"

"And what if she's disappointed?" he asked then, his boring into hers.

"You think after six years and a thousand letters that she could be deluding herself?" she retorted, "Come on Jaime … you know our daughter better than that"

"I'm not ready for this," he finally confessed, shaking his head.

"I know you're not, and neither am I … but this isn't about us, it's about Amy and she is ready for this," she reasoned with him.

"Do you truly believe she will be happy up there?" he asked then, his eyes boring into hers.

"I can't know that Jaime, all I know is that that boy makes her smile, and so long as he continues to do that then I will be satisfied," she replied, reaching over to take his hand.

"I fear I'm too selfish to imagine her happy anywhere but here," he said.

"Jaime …" she began.

"I know," he cut her off, "it's awful but I just can't imagine her up there, she's so vivacious and spirited Lana, what if they crush that out of her?"

"Why would they?" she asked him in return.

"I don't know," he scowled, "I just don't know"

"We're happy aren't we?" she asked him softly, "We never wrote to one another, we were perfect strangers but we're happy … we found love"

"Of course," he said, lifting his eyes back to hers.

"Amy has got a better chance than anyone," she smiled, "I mean really Jaime … you know as well as I do that Robb Stark will be hooked as soon as he sets eyes on her"

"That's another thing I'm afraid of," he said darkly.

"She may be vivacious but she is also virtuous," she told him firmly.

"I know," he scowled again.

"Come to bed," she instructed then.

"I won't sleep," he replied.

"Who said it was to sleep?" she asked with a raised brow and a more genuine smile lit up his face.

"Is it your intention to distract me?" he smirked.

"It is my intention to distract both of us," she answered with a quirk of her own lips.

Amy had dismissed Elsa when it got too late, she had no doubt that her attendant would be missing her husband. Ser Henrik would be coming north with them as well as her chief guard and she already felt bad enough that she was uprooting them. They told her that it didn't matter, that they were happy to accompany her as she was that cause of their meeting in the first place. Ser Henrik had come when she was twelve to take over from Ser Melvyn who had grown too old and tired. Elsa had come not long after when her grandfather insisted she had need of her own attendant, she was the daughter of his old squire who had eventually risen to knighthood. Amy had seen the secret looks between Ser Henrik and Elsa and it was of no surprise to her when it was announced that they were to be married. Both had been happy to remain in their posts afterwards though and would remain as such until Amy herself was married, then they would return to Casterly Rock with her parents and whomever else had made the journey north for the wedding. Amy's stomach flipped as she thought about it, about the fact that in just a few months she would be someone's wife. Robb's wife.

A tiny smile graced her lips as she thought about him, she had an image of him conjured in her mind but she had no way of knowing if it was right. She bit her lip gently, her eyes seeking the space under her bed. In a moment she crossed to the bed and knelt down, feeling beneath it for the box which contained all the letters he had ever sent her. There were hundreds in all and she wondered if he had kept the ones she had sent him. Perhaps he was not that sentimental. Amy knew her mother had a similar box of trinkets under her own bed but as far as she knew her father didn't have anything of the kind. When she pulled the box out she eased the lid off and looked inside at all the neatly folded letters, her eyes flickering between them and the three trunks that were full and ready to be taken down in the morning and loaded onto the wagon. She bit her lip as she considered what she could take out to make room for the letters – it felt wrong leaving them behind here.

She got up from her place on the floor and crossed over to the trunks, opening one up and frowning slightly at the contents. After a moment she pulled out a neatly folded dress and allowed it to unfurl. It was pretty she could not deny and one she was fond of wearing but it was a rather vivid shade of purple that she imagined would stand out a little too much in the North. She would not be seen as a demure Lady if she strode around Winterfell in it and so she slightly regretfully put it aside before crossing back to the box of letters. She gathered them up into stacks, tying them together with bits of stray ribbon that had once been used to decorate her hair for one of her name days. When she was finished she gathered the bundles up into her arms and moved them to the trunk, carefully laying them in there before she closed the lid again. She became very aware of how tired she was then and how much riding she would be doing in the next weeks and so she crossed back to the bed, unlacing her dress as she went. When she discarded it she kicked off her shoes and pulled her shift up and over her head before pulling on her nightdress and climbing between the sheets. She sighed happily as she snuggled down in her bed, casting her eyes over the three packed trunks once more before she closed them for the night.

Jaime narrowed his eyes slightly as the men hauled the three trunks up onto the wagon and pulled the coverings over them. He could scarce believe that this was actually happening, he had hoped that he would have woken up to discover it had all just been a bad dream. Apparently not it seemed. He heard Amy's voice drifting closer to him then and he took a deep breath and tried to rearrange his face into something that resembled a smile before she reached him. Lanette was with her, he could hear her voice now as well and he could hear the false cheer that she was injecting into it and he hoped that Amy couldn't tell. He turned then and smiled for her, seeing her beam at him in response. She's happy, he reminded himself; she's happy – don't spoil it.

"All set?" he asked her brightly.

"I think so," she said, her eyes flickering towards the wagon and for the first time he saw apprehension in her eyes.

"It will only be a few months before we see you again," Lanette told her then, squeezing her shoulders.

"I know," Amy brightened at once, "I just can't help but think I've forgotten something"

"If you have we can bring it for the wedding," Lanette assured her.

The wedding. Gods damn it all. How was this happening? How was it that his little girl was suddenly old enough to be married? He was not ready for any of this. To send her away. To hand her over to another's man's protection. Any of it. "Is it time to go?" she asked him quietly then, her eyes wide and innocent on his. Gods he hoped they would stay that way. He could only nod then, swallowing hard and glancing towards the men who were hauling themselves up onto their horses. Only Ser Henrik was yet to saddle up as he stood between Elsa's horse, that his wife was already mounted on, and Amy's.

"I'm going to miss you my sweet girl," Lanette said then, pulling Amy into a crushing embrace.

"I'm going to miss you too mother," Amy whispered back, clinging to her mother.

"If you need anything will you promise to write? If you are worried about anything, if Robb makes you feel uncomfortable or …" Lanette was rushing out.

"I will," Amy cut in then, "but I'll be fine mother, I already feel as though I know him so well"

"Good," Lanette said, pressing a fierce kiss to the top of her golden head before she pushed her slightly away so she could appraise her one last time.

Jaime knew it would be his turn next and he swallowed hard as Amy's eyes turned to him. He outstretched his arms then, the only thing he could think to do, and his daughter came forwards at once so he could envelope her in them. As he held her tightly it crossed his mind how utterly small she was, smaller even than Lanette. So small. Delicate. So very breakable. "I'll miss you papa," she whispered then and he wanted to cry, she had not called him that since she was ten and was told by her Septa that she really ought not to address him as such any more. Secretly he missed it and hearing it now at this point made his heart constrict painfully. He caught Lanette's eye as he looked over the top of Amy's head and saw the sadness etched on her own face, her eyes full of tears. "I'll miss you sweetheart," he managed to say back, kissing the top of her head; "but we'll see you very soon." She nodded against him then, clutching him closer for a moment before she shifted back slightly and he knew he would have to let her go. "Would you let me know whenever you have word from uncle Tyrion and his adventures?" she asked when she pulled away.

"Of course I will," Jaime managed to muster up a smile for her.

"Thank you," she smiled back, her eyes drifting towards the waiting horses.

"We best get you going before I change my mind and lock you up in the keep," Jaime half joked.

"Yes come now, you want to reach the first inn by nightfall," Lanette agreed.

"Is grandfather not coming out?" Amy asked then, her hand coming to lay on her lion pendant.

"He doesn't like public goodbyes," Jaime told her and she nodded slowly before stepping towards Ser Henrik who was still stood by her horse.

"Ready my Lady?" he asked her and she turned her head to look between him and Lanette.

"Ready," she said after a moment, stepping forward to allow him to help her up onto her horse.

"Take care of her," Jaime told the knight lowly and he nodded seriously.

"I will Ser, we all will I assure you of that," he promised and it was Jaime's turn to nod before Ser Henrik moved to haul himself up onto his own mount.

"We'll see you soon," Lanette reminded Amy again, stepping back slightly.

"I know," Amy nodded, her eyes shining.

"We love you," Jaime said then and Lanette nodded at his side, her hand slipping into his.

"I love you too," Amy replied, nodding her head vigorously before she turned to Ser Henrik.

"Ready my Lady?" he asked her.

"I'm ready," Amy said, a steely determination in her voice which let Jaime imagine that she would be alright after all.

Ser Henrik shouted out the call to move then and everyone seemed to move at once; he, Elsa and Amy at the helm of the party and the fifty strong guard Jaime had ordered thundering behind them. The wagon bearing her belongings brought up the rear and it struck Jaime just how little there was. He glanced at Lanette then who had succumbed to tears and remembered that she had had even less with her when she had first arrived to marry him. She had so much now, so much that he had given her, that he had been glad to give her. He pulled her into his arms then and she clung to him as he tried not to break down the exact same way. Gods he hoped that Amy would be given as much, that Robb Stark would be as kind and generous as she had always been certain he was.

A/N: She's gooooooooooone! And you know what that means folks? Enter Starks.

More soon!

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