A/N: This is the one, time for them to meet! Thank you as always for all your reviews, and to those follows/favourites.

Some people were curious as to who I'm basing Amy off looks wise. The answer is Tamsin Egerton, specifically her in her role as Guinevere in Camelot.

unnamed visitor: Yes, a pretty hard time for Jaime and Lana, especially as Amy is their only child. There is definitely a bond between Amy and Tywin, not that he would openly admit that of course! I don't think I'll be doing any flashbacks involving him as I like to keep his character, and to a certain extent his feelings, a little mysterious. I'm glad you liked that Lana has soothed the tension between Tyrion and Tywin, it's not a perfect, loving relationship but it isn't the toxic mess it ended up being in canon. Thank you very, very much for your review as always and the first meeting between Robb and Amy is below - hope you enjoy!

Guest: Thank you very much, more is below! Hope you like it!

Right-ho folks, on with the meeting!

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Sight

Robb's hands were shaking slightly as he crossed the courtyard, avoiding Theon's gaze as he looked at him with a smirk playing about his lips. He was in no mood for Theon's teasing today, not when the shout had come down from the walls that the Lannister party was approaching. Amy was almost here. His future wife had almost arrived and he would soon be seeing her in the flesh, the girl he had been writing to for almost six years. The girl who he already felt he knew so well and got on with so easily. His father offered him a reassuring smile as he came to a stop next to him and he tried his best to return it as he settled himself in the line between his father and Sansa who looked just as nervous as he felt. He could feel Theon moving behind him then and he stiffened at once; he really did not need his goading right now but he knew he was going to get it whether he liked it or not. "She could be a troll you know," Theon murmured in his ear then and his fists clenched by his side as he tried to focus on counting his breaths. "She might not be the golden Goddess you've been imagining," Theon went on and he gritted his teeth. "Shut up Theon," he muttered from the corner of his mouth and he practically felt his friend smirk in response.

Before any other words could pass between them though the sound of hooves on stone reached everyone's ears and all those gathered to greet Amy and her companions stood up a little straighter. Robb glanced towards his mother then and she nodded her head, a thin smile adorning her face. She had been fussing and fussing over the last weeks, trying to get every inch of the keep spotless, wanting to make a good impression. Robb couldn't help thinking that it wouldn't matter to Amy how gleaming the silverware was but when he tried to tell his mother that she had shooed him away and told him not to trail mud through the keep. He swallowed then as the first riders began appearing. From what he could tell there were two women with a man, before he could work out which woman was Amy more people had flooded in around them and obscured his view. Guards he supposed, around fifty of them he would guess. His father stepped forwards then as the view cleared again and he saw the man who had come in first had dismounted and was helping one of the women down from her horse. When she was settled on her feet she lifted her hands up to tug down the hood of her travelling cloak and Robb started.

She was Amy. One look was all he needed to know that the small, golden haired beauty was his future wife. He let out a long breath then as she began to walk slowly towards them, his father doing the same so they would meet in the middle. She came to a halt a few feet away from his father and he couldn't take his eyes off her as she dropped down into an elegant curtsey. "Well fuck me …" Theon breathed out behind him and Robb couldn't find any words to tell him to shut up. He blinked rather rapidly then as she bestowed on his father what he could only describe as the most heavenly smile he had ever seen.

"Lord Stark?" her tone was sweet and slightly questioning.

"It's my pleasure to welcome you to Winterfell Lady Amella," his father replied.

"The pleasure is mine my Lord," she answered. Was it Robb's imagination or were her eyes drifting more and more towards him?

"Come," his father gestured back towards them then, "you must meet the rest of the family."

Robb concentrated on taking even breaths as Amy took hold of the arm that his father had offered to her and began strolling towards him. Her eyes definitely slid to his then and he just about managed to smile for her. Thankfully she returned his gesture and he hoped and prayed that she would not find him a disappointment. Gods, what if she had been imagining more? What if she didn't find him pleasing? She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, never in his wildest imagination had he thought that girls like her truly existed.

"This is my wife, Catelyn," his father was introducing them now. Oh Gods … he was next.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Stark," Amy was dropping into another curtsey and he couldn't help but get a perfect view of her cleavage.

"I trust Winterfell will be to your liking Lady Amella," his mother replied.

"I'm sure it will," Amy replied, that smile back on her face as she straightened up again.

"Now this," his father was gesturing to him now and her eyes were on him again, "is Robb"

"As I suspected," she said with a small smile, coming closer to him, "it's wonderful to finally meet you my Lord," she said, dropping into yet another curtsey.

"You know I don't like being called that," he said before he could stop himself and to his relief her smile only widened as she met his eyes.

"I remember," she said simply and he could feel the heat rising on his cheeks.

"My daughter Sansa," his father saved him from his blushes by moving her on down the line but he could have sworn her eyes kept flickering back to him.

The introductions went on but Robb could barely hear them, his head was swimming. When he'd first been told that he was to marry Amy when she turned sixteen he had been unimpressed. Apparently they had been betrothed since they were children at the behest of the King. Likewise Sansa was betrothed to the Prince but she had always only found that to be a great honour, something she was always excited about. To Robb the prospect of marrying a complete stranger had not been appealing but then they had started exchanging letters. He grew to like her despite himself. More than like her. But still there was a nagging at the back of his head that Theon knew just how to exploit. What if he didn't desire her? That question was answered now. Even a eunuch would desire her. She was so beautiful he was now terrified that he wouldn't be good enough for her. Girls had tried to charm him over the years, he wasn't deluded; he knew that they must find him handsome. There was nothing particularly unpleasing about him, especially since he had begun to work harder in the tiltyard. Amy was something else though, he was almost scared to look away from her in case she disappeared and he realised he had been deluding himself.

"Well now that's done with perhaps I can show you to your chambers so you can have a moment to yourself before the feast," his mother was speaking again now, her hand resting lightly on Amy's shoulder. Again Amy's eyes seemed to flicker towards him for a moment before she turned them on his mother and let that smile light up her face again. Gods. He couldn't imagine going a day without that smile again now he had seen it. "Thank you Lady Stark, that is most kind of you," she said in that voice that was so sweet and so different from anything he had ever heard before. A southern accent he supposed, but different again to that of his mother. She fell into step with his mother then and they began ambling towards the keep. Robb watched her, his eyes trained on her and only her as she turned her own head as they began climbing the steps, her eyes finding his again and a small smile coming to play about her lips. "Gods damn it she's hot for you Stark," Theon muttered in disbelief behind him; "you lucky bastard." For once Robb didn't argue with him, a smile coming to his own face as he watched her disappear into the keep.

Gods he was handsome. At first she hadn't been sure it was truly him. He was stood in the right place but it just seemed too good to be true that Robb would be so utterly perfect. It was him though, the tall, broad chested man with the dark auburn curls that she just ached to twist around in her fingers was her future husband. When he had smiled at her she had seen the dimple in his left cheek through the smattering of stubble on his jawline and she had the strongest desire to lightly press her finger to it. His eyes were something else, the blue of them was like no other blue she had ever seen. More beautiful than the clear skies above her and the stunning waves of the Sunset Sea. She had not been able to help stealing glances at him as she had been introduced to his brothers and sisters and each time she found that he was already looking at her. Surely that was a good sign? Surely he wouldn't have those perfect eyes trained on her so intently if he didn't find her pleasing to look at? The thought that he desired her as much as she did him made her stomach lurch and her heart pound.

"Here we are," Lady Stark's kindly voice pulled her mind away from thoughts of Robb and she turned and smiled at her future good-mother as she came to a halt and opened up a door for her.

"Thank you Lady Stark," she said politely.

"You should have everything you need," Lady Stark said, gesturing for her to enter.

Amy did as she was bid, casting her eyes around the room. It was a little smaller than the one she had back at the Rock but there was an inexplicable warmth to it that she could not just attribute to the fire dancing in the grate. The bed looked incredibly comfortable as she let her eyes linger on the thick furs that covered it, already imagining slipping between them and wrapping herself up until the morning. It was only now that it dawned on her just how tired she was from the travelling. Still, she had the feast to attend and the thought of seeing Robb again was even more appealing to her than sleep despite how heavy her eyes felt. "Is there anything else you need?" Lady Stark interrupted her thoughts and she turned to face her again.

"Is there any parchment?" Amy asked her, "I promised I would write as soon as I arrived"

"Of course," she smiled before crossing to the desk in the corner, "there should be some in here"

"Thank you," Amy said gratefully as she pulled out a sheet and lay it down before rummaging for a quill and a pot of ink.

"You're welcome," she smiled again, her eyes very much like Robb's, the sight of them already putting Amy at immense ease.

"When is the feast due to start? I would hate to be late," Amy asked her.

"In about an hour," Lady Stark told her, heading for the door, "I will leave you now, if you need anything else then don't hesitate to ask"

"Thank you," Amy said again and she merely smiled once more before slipping from the room and closing the door behind her.

Amy resisted the urge to throw herself down on the bed as soon as she was left alone, her eyes instead scanning the room more thoroughly. She noted that her trunks had already been brought up for her and she imagined that some of the men must have brought them up while she had been introduced to the Stark family. Gods she hoped she had made a good impression on them. Lord and Lady Stark seemed most kind. Robb was … well Robb was perfect but thinking of him only made her stomach churn again. Sansa seemed like the perfect little Lady and was incredibly beautiful. She was of an age with her but Amy couldn't help but think that she would get on even better with Arya, there was a spark of rebellion in her that Amy found appealing. Bran seemed an excitable boy, more interested in when her father would arrive than anything else. Amy imagined her father being dragged to the tiltyard almost at once on his arrival, the thought made her smile slightly as she eyed the writing materials that Lady Stark had got out for her. Rickon seemed shy but Amy was hopeful that she would be able to coax him out of his shell with time. She had time, all the time in the world. Now she was here she would be here forever. With Robb. She swallowed hard then, a nervous fluttering in her stomach as she finally moved towards the desk to write the letter to her mother and father.

Robb practically shot out of his seat and towards the door when Amy made her appearance in the hall and Catelyn could understand why. The girl was wearing a dress of pale grey silk that was cut rather lowly, with delicate capped sleeves. In Catelyn's honest opinion she imagined Amy would likely freeze if she stepped out of the keep wearing it but it was warm enough in the hall she supposed. She imagined that most of Amy's dresses would be highly inappropriate for the North but then again she already knew that Robb would not object to them. He was smitten already, that much was obvious but Catelyn secretly hoped that he would be more guarded with his heart until he truly got to know Amy properly. Writing letters was one thing but meeting in person was quite another, not that he would listen to her if she tried to bring it up. She watched as he took Amy's hand in his and placed a kiss to the back of it. A heavy sigh left her despite herself, her level headed son would lose himself if he wasn't careful.

"What's wrong?" Ned asked from her side.

"Nothing," she shook her head, smiling for him but seeing he was not fooled.

"He seems happy enough," he said.

"Perhaps too happy," she said, her eyes flickering back to them as they began walking slowly up towards the high table arm in arm.

"Oh come on Cat, let him have his moment – you can't blame him for being smitten with her," Ned chuckled lightly.

"No I can't," she agreed, "but it takes more than lust to sustain a marriage"

"It's a good start," Ned grinned wolfishly at her and she swatted his arm, unable to stop a smile sneaking onto her own face.

"I just don't want him to end up disappointed," she told him seriously.

"Neither do I," he said, laying his hand on hers, "but he needs to get to know her, there's plenty of time yet before the wedding"

"Yes," she nodded, her fears easing slightly, "yes you're right, of course you're right."

Robb tried not to feel irked as Amy was instantly swept up in conversation by his siblings who were throwing a dozen different questions at her. To her credit she didn't seem overwhelmed by it and did her best to answer them all. Robb was content just to hear her voice, letting the sweetness wash over him as he sat there doing his best to eat but not having any appetite at all. His stomach was in knots and he knew it was because of Amy, because she was sat there at his side looking incredible and showing far too much flawless skin. He had been looking forward to the few months before the wedding where he could get to know her even better and grow used to the idea of having her as his wife. Now she was here though months seemed like too long to wait. Weeks were too long. He would marry her tomorrow if he could and then he would be allowed to run his hands over every inch of that soft skin. He had to turn away from her at that inappropriate thought, his hand reaching out for his glass so he could take a long drink of wine. When he put it back down he noted that Amy's own glass was empty and he frowned slightly. "Did you not get any wine my Lady?" he asked her and she turned from speaking with Bran to smile at him.

"Not yet my Lord," she said and he heard the slight teasing in her tone and he knew she hadn't enjoyed him calling her my Lady.

"May I get you some Amy?" he emphasised her name and she smiled widely at him, causing him to blink rather rapidly.

"That would be most kind of you," she replied and he reached out for the flagon at once and poured a healthy measure into her glass.

"To your safe arrival," he said, raising his own to her.

"Thank you," she smiled again, the action no less dazzling, before raising her glass to her lips a slight grimace coming to her face when she lowered it again.

"Is it not to your liking my … Amy?" he corrected himself in time.

"It's fine, just a little strong," she confessed.

"Northern wine is made that way my Lady," his father spoke up at his side.

"It took me some getting used to," his mother added.

"My grandfather favours it," she said then, "but the rest of us usually have wines from the Arbor"

"Aye," his father nodded, "we have some of that saved for the wedding"

"How lovely," she smiled.

"Perhaps if I topped it up with water?" Robb suggested then.

"Thank you," she turned her smile on him then and his stomach tightened even further. How in the name of the Gods was she doing that?

Amy's attention was captured by Sansa then and Robb did his best not to glare at his sister as she persuaded Amy to go down from the high table and meet some of her companions. He watched her as she rose gracefully to her feet and practically glided after Sansa who was leading the way towards Jeyne and some other young girls. Arya glowered after them and Robb knew that it was likely his sisters were having some kind of battle over who would claim Amy as theirs. Robb knew from her letters that Amy enjoyed being outside more than anything so he imagined that Arya would get one up there. He watched them for a moment, seeing them chattering away together and sighed in exasperation, knowing that Amy wouldn't be coming back any time soon. Just to make things even worse Theon dropped down into the seat Amy had vacated and grinned at him.

"Bored of you already is she?" he asked.

"Go away Theon," Robb replied, reaching for his wine again.

"Perhaps she'd prefer the company of a real man," Theon continued.

"If you go near her I swear …" Robb started.

"As if I would," he cut in, "still … I don't think I've ever seen a firmer …"

"Stop right there," Robb snarled.

"Sorry Stark," Theon grinned, "but you must know every man with a working cock has eyes on that girl of yours"

"If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way I'll have them gelded," he snapped.

"Oh she's got you good," Theon said knowingly, "not that I can blame you, and here part of me was hoping she would be a troll"

"Hard luck," Robb said simply.

"Aye and hard luck for you," Theon said, "literally. Your cock will be ready to explode having to wait until the wedding night … still, you could always cheat"

"I would never shame her like that," Robb said.

"Shame?" Theon raised his brows, "She's going to be your wife anyway, where's the harm?"

"It's the principle," Robb told him, "not that you would know anything about honour"

"I had honour once," Theon mused, "then Ros fucked it out of me, you know she does the most incredible thing with her tongue, when she …"

"I do not want to know!" Robb cut in.

"Perhaps you'll be lucky enough to find out," he said, "that girl of yours looks as though she'd be a lot of fun between the sheets"

"Do you want a bloody nose?" Robb asked him.

"Alright," Theon raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'll say no more."

Amy had to excuse herself as the night wore on, she was exhausted from the travelling and her head was spinning from the wine she had drank. The northern stuff truly was made stronger than anything else she had ever tasted and she had already decided that she would have to be careful how much of it she had. There was a nip in the air when she walked out into the entrance hall and she shivered slightly as she briskly crossed it to head up the stairs. She wished she could have stayed longer at the feast, the people were just beginning to dance when she had left and she had hoped that perhaps Robb would ask her. Still, there would be many more feasts and many more chances to dance with him if he so wished. She felt as though she had barely spoken to him during the evening and she decided that she would fix that in the morning. His eyes had been on her though whenever she was not sat at his side and she would feel a little shiver of delight running down her spine whenever she felt him looking.

Elsa was waiting when she let herself into her new chambers and she sent a grateful smile her way before collapsing down into one of the armchairs. "Tired my Lady?" Elsa asked her and Amy nodded wearily, kicking her shoes off her feet and sighing deeply. "Exhausted," she said after a moment, "I so wish I could have stayed longer but I think I would have fallen asleep at the table."

"That would not have been the best impression," Elsa said lightly, coming behind her and easing the pins out of her hair.

"No," Amy agreed, shifting herself slightly to make Elsa's job easier for her.

"How do you like Winterfell so far my Lady?" she asked her then.

"Well," Amy said, "although I will have to explore it properly tomorrow"

"Make sure to dress warmly," Elsa told her.

"I will," she promised, her fingers coming to play with her necklace.

"How do you like Lord Robb?" Elsa asked then and a smile crept onto Amy's face at once.

"Very much," Amy said quietly, feeling a blush rise up on her cheeks.

"He doesn't look as I expected my Lady, if I may say so," she said.

"What did you expect him to look like?" Amy asked her curiously.

"I thought he would be darker, harsher I suppose … he seems almost …" she trailed off.

"Soft," Amy supplied, "gentle … like something out of a story"

"Indeed my Lady," Elsa smiled widely as she crossed to the vanity to pick up a brush.

"Part of me was worried he would not be the man from my letters," Amy confessed, "but now I find him to be even more wonderful"

"I'm glad you're happy my Lady," Elsa said, crossing back to her and beginning to brush her hair through, "your mother and father will be happy as well"

"I hope so," Amy said, "I so want them to like him"

"I'm sure they will," Elsa assured her, "if he is as wonderful as you say he is"

"I'm sure," Amy agreed although deep down she wasn't. Her mother would approve but she knew Robb would have to work hard to win her father over.

"Do you need anything else my Lady?" Elsa asked her then as she finished with her hair.

"No thank you, Ser Henrik will be missing you … I am just going to go straight to bed," Amy told her.

"Very well," Elsa smiled, making her way to the door, "goodnight my Lady"

"Goodnight Elsa," Amy returned her smile before she left her alone.

Once alone Amy unfastened the lacings on her dress and crossed to the bed, seeing that Elsa had already got a nightdress out for her. She let the pale grey silk fall from her shoulders then and pool at her feet before she tugged the nightdress over her head. She picked up her discarded dress and lay it carefully across the back of one of the chairs before she returned to the bed and pulled back the thick furs. When she had climbed inside she wrapped them around her and sighed in contentment, her thoughts had been right, the bed was incredibly comfortable. She closed her heavy eyes then, knowing that she would soon fall into dreams that she imagined would be dominated by the image of Robb Stark.

A/N: There we have it. Meeting was a success I think... ;)

There will be a lot more interaction between Amy and Robb next chapter when they'll have an opportunity to talk alone!

Hope you enjoyed. More soon!

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