A/N: Thank you so much again everyone, you guys make me so happy! Over 300 followers, crazy times! Hope you enjoy this new chapter!

unnamed visitor: Thank you, I am always happy to get your review. I'm glad you enjoyed their first kiss, and that you're pleased that Jaime and Lana are back (I missed them too!) Jaime is certainly overprotective but you're right in that he needs to think about what Amy wants, and she definitely does not want Robb harmed! Here is the new update you wanted, I hope you like it. As for Bran ... we shall see.

Guest: I'm sorry you feel the story was ruined by them only having one child and it not being a son but that was the plan I was working with from the start. I actually find it quite interesting to write a close knit family dynamic like the one that Jaime, Lana and Amy have since usually the families I write always have several children. Again, I'm sorry you think I ruined the story but that's your opinion and I can only respect that.

Guest: Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! Here's the update you wanted!

ItsLiz: Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it, and Amy and Robb ... aww, they just make me smile. More cuteness coming from them! Haha, yes indeed, you can hardly blame Amy for taking a sneaky peek (I think most people would!) Jaime is certainly working those daggers, and not being very subtle about it either! Glad you liked the mother/daughter chat too, there is another in this chapter. Glad you liked the end too, there is certainly some tension to be worked out there. I'm glad you feel spoiled, here is reward for your patience. Hope you enjoy it!

Right-ho guys, onwards to the chapter!

Stars

When Lanette awoke she could feel how tense Jaime was just from the way his arms were wrapped around her. She sighed heavily against his chest then before lifting her head up, unsurprised to see that he was awake. He looked as though he had been awake all night and she knew why. "You didn't sleep did you?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him before she pushed against his chest so she could sit herself up at his side and look down on him. "Is it that obvious?" he muttered in response and she let out another exasperated sigh and shook her head incredulously. "Would you rather he was indifferent to her? Cruel even? Would you rather he never smiled and was impolite to her? Hmm? Jaime?!" she finished sharply as he made no attempt to answer her, his hands merely coming up to his face and rubbing up and down it in a frustrated manner. "She's my daughter," he finally said; "do you think I enjoy Stark eyeing her like she's a whore in a brothel?"

"He does not," Lanette said in exasperation.

"Yes he does Lana, I can see it in his eyes," he snapped back at her.

"He thinks her beautiful, is that so bad?" she demanded, "Besides, they will be married soon … I know you don't want to think about it Jaime but at least I'll be able to rest easy knowing he will be considerate and caring to her"

"I'm not ready for any of this," he shook his head, finally moving his hands away from his face.

"I wish she could be our little girl forever too," she smiled slightly at him, "but she's a woman grown now and the match has been agreed … she's happy Jaime, can't you at least try?"

"I'm spending time with him this morning aren't I?" he shot back and she sighed again.

"Yes, in the tiltyard, and I know you will want to give him a hard time but please, think about Amy, she won't thank you if you maim her betrothed two days before the wedding," she said.

"Fine," he said moodily, "I'll try, but if he pisses me off Lana so help me I will not show him any consideration, good-son or not."

Jaime's mood did not improve at breakfast as he and Lanette were seated on one side of Lord and Lady Stark with Robb and Amy on the other. He wanted his daughter sat with them but she was already there and deep in conversation with the Stark boy when he and Lana had arrived. Remembering his promise to try he had said nothing and sat down and greeted everyone in what he hoped to be a jovial manner. He couldn't help but steal glances towards his daughter every few moments but it only served to irritate him even more. Stark seemed to think it appropriate to lay his hand atop hers and lean in close to her to whisper the Gods knew what in her ear. His mind was racing with all the things he could be saying to her, each one making him angrier than the last. What was he saying to her that he could not say out loud? Jaime dreaded to think. Just as he thought he could take no more a dark haired young man approached the high table and came to a halt in front of Amy and Robb. They seemed to exchange a few friendly words before Robb stood up from his chair, his hand coming to rest on Amy's shoulder for a moment before he made his way down from the dais, falling into step with the dark haired man as they left the dining hall.

"Who was that?" Jaime asked Lady Stark then.

"Our ward, Theon Greyjoy," she answered him.

"That's the Greyjoy boy … Gods has it really been that long since the Rebellion?" he shook his head.

"Seems like yesterday doesn't it?" Lord Stark said.

"It does," Lanette agreed, "they were testing times … I'm glad Amy was so young and has no memory of it"

"Robb doesn't remember much either," Lady Stark smiled, "all he knows is he gained a new friend from it"

"It's better that way, and good he has settled," Lanette smiled back.

"Were they going to the tiltyard?" Jaime put in then before the two women could carry on, he had learned the day before that they were rather good talkers.

"Most like," it was Lord Stark who answered him.

"I think I'll join them, I did promise after all," Jaime said, making to stand up.

"Remember what else you promised as well?" Lanette said almost threateningly, her hand tight on his as her eyes bored into his.

"Don't worry my love, I remember," he assured her, leaning down to brush his lips against the top of her head before he swept down from the dais.

A guard pointed him in the direction of the tiltyard once he made it outside and he just about managed to force a smile and thank him. He set off then, ignoring the curious glances that were being thrown his way and imagining the lesson he was dying to teach Robb Stark. The promise he had made to Lanette was nagging at the back of his mind, as was the image of his daughter's trembling bottom lip. Would she really cry if he gave her betrothed an arse-kicking in the tiltyard? Amy knew tiltyards, she knew things could get physical. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when she smiled at Robb then and his footsteps almost faltered. No. He would have to remain calm. He would never be the one to cause upset to his daughter, she and Lanette were everything to him and he would not let either of them down. It would be difficult though. So damn difficult. He could hear voices as he walked down the alleyway between the stables and the smiths and he slowed his pace, coming to a halt just before he rounded it as he recognised Robb's voice.

"… Theon would you just drop it," he was saying.

"I don't know what's wrong with you Stark … Gods, if she were walking around Winterfell that wet for me I would have fucked her weeks ago," Theon said and Jaime's hands clenched into fists at his side. He wanted nothing more than to round the corner and pound his fists repeatedly against the Greyjoy ward's face but he restrained himself, wanting to hear Robb's reply.

"How many times have I warned you?" Robb practically snarled.

"Do you have a cock between your legs?" Theon retorted.

"Do you have a brain in your head?!" Robb snapped back.

"You act as though it would be a heinous sin," Theon chuckled, "you're going to marry her anyway, why deprive yourself?"

"Because Amy deserves better than that, she is not one of your whores that you drag behind the stables and have your way with … she's a lady Theon, and you ought to remember that," Robb told him.

"By the Gods Robb, the girl has been practically begging for it since she arrived, if you're not man enough then maybe someone else ought to step in."

For a moment Jaime was confused as Robb made no retort and he was about to make his own appearance and beat the living hell out of Theon Greyjoy but before he could move he heard a scuffle and a curse. He inched forwards then and peered around the corner, his brows raising slightly as he saw that Robb had Greyjoy pinned up against the wall, his arm pressing into his throat. "I swear to the Gods," Robb snarled then, his face inches from Greyjoy's, "if you utter one more word out of place about her I will tie you to those archery boards you love so much and have her come out for practice, and you know damn well she could hit dead target. She is to be my wife and one day she will be Lady of Winterfell and I will not have you speak about her as though she is a common whore, do you understand me?!"

"Gods, I understand, calm down Robb!" Theon sounded a little panicked and Jaime couldn't blame him, impressed despite himself at Stark's response.

"I fucking mean it Theon, one more fucking word and we are done," Robb hissed at him.

"Not one word," Theon said, meeting his eyes, "I swear … not one more word"

"Good," Robb finally released him, "now piss off before I change my mind"

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Jaime made his appearance then and noted how shifty Theon looked, seeing the anger still fresh in Robb's eyes.

"No," Robb said, looking pointedly at Theon who bowed his head towards Jaime before practically racing off to the other side of the tiltyard.

"That's an impressive sword," Jaime said then, eyeing the blade on Robb's hip.

"Thank you," he said in return, his tone slightly suspicious which made Jaime smile.

"Fine work," Jaime nodded, "but a blade is only as good as the man who wields it"

"Aye," Robb said, sounding more relaxed, "my father always taught me that"

"Show me what you can do," Jaime invited, gesturing towards the practice space and raising a brow to which Robb finally smiled.

"Perhaps you can give me some pointers," he said as he moved towards it, unsheathing his sword.

"No doubt," Jaime agreed and they grinned at one another as Jaime pulled out his own blade.

"Not a bruise in sight, I'm impressed," Amy smiled as they met Robb and her father returning to the keep as they made their own way from the seamstress.

"If a little surprised," her mother put in then.

"He's good," her father said, clapping Robb heartily on the back; "still room for improvement but skilled indeed"

"I expect you are both ready for some luncheon," Lady Stark smiled then.

"You read my mind mother," Robb grinned at her before his eyes slid to Amy's.

"I'm sure it will be out by now," she said, leading the way towards the keep.

"How was your dress fitting?" Robb asked Amy as she took hold of his arm.

"Perfect," she smiled widely up at him.

"What's it like?" her father asked from behind her and she turned her smile on him.

"I can't very well tell you in front of Robb, it will ruin the surprise," she told him.

"I won't listen," Robb said then and she swatted his arm.

"Yes you will, I know you will," she said and he laughed lightly at her.

"Well I'm sure you will look beautiful," her father said.

"She does," her mother confirmed and Amy smiled again.

"Don't you always," Robb murmured in her ear and she thought her heart would burst with happiness. She could not wait for the next days to be over so she could finally become his wife.

Robb was lurking in an alcove near the entrance to the dining hall on the night before the wedding, just waiting for Amy to descend the stairs and hoping that she would be alone. He hadn't had her to himself since her parents arrived and he just wanted one moment with her before they made their vows before the heart tree. He wanted to know that she was alright, that she didn't have any lingering fears or doubts. His own nerves were piqued but only because he was still terrified that he would never be good enough for her. How any man could ever be good enough for her he didn't know but he had sworn to himself that he would do the very best he could. He heard faint footsteps from above then and he looked up to see her descending the stairs gracefully, and thankfully alone. "Amy!" he hissed when she reaching the bottom of the stairs and she snapped her head towards him and frowned slightly. "Over here," he said and she made her way towards where he was hidden, a curious look in her eyes.

Just as she came close enough he heard more footsteps and voices from the landing above and he grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her into the alcove, her body pressing right up against his own. "Robb, what are you …?" she started but he cut her off with a kiss at once before the people on the stairs heard her. She seemed to melt against him then, her arms sneaking up and around his neck as his own circled around her waist to keep her as close to him as possible. Gods he had missed the sweet taste of her. Since he had kissed her out by the hot springs he had been desperate to do it again but he hadn't had the chance. If he was alone with her for even a second her father would seemingly materialize out of nowhere. It was either that or their mothers would drag her away to do yet another thing for the wedding. He couldn't wait for the damn wedding to be over with, not least because she would finally be his and he would be allowed to kiss her in the middle of the packed dining hall should he so wish.

After another few moments more he had to pull away from her lips because he was beginning to feel a stirring in his breeches and he was pressed so close to Amy that she would no doubt feel it too and he did not need that embarrassment. She frowned up at him then and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his eyes sliding out into the entrance hall and seeing that it was deserted again. "How hungry are you?" he asked her, moving his eyes back to hers. "For you or food?" she asked him in return and he almost flushed at her boldness, a grin stretching across his lips before he could stop himself. "Food … but I'm curious about your other answer," he murmured, peppering kisses along her soft cheek. "Not very," she whispered back, "and … absolutely ravenous," she finished, turning her head as he continued kissing along her cheek so she could capture his lips again. He couldn't resist the softness of them, nor resist sliding his tongue with hers so he could taste every fraction of her mouth. She was so sweet, so intoxicating. He wanted her so much he could barely stand waiting another day but he knew he must and so he pulled away from her regretfully again. "Let's go somewhere else," he breathed then and she nodded her head in response.

Robb led her through the gardens and through the little gate into the Godswood, his fingers laced tightly through hers the whole way. When they arrived he pulled her back into his arms at once and kissed her deeply, her hands clenched in the leather of his doublet as she responded more than happily, a little hum of pleasure reverberating between them. "Gods I want to marry you right now," he murmured against her lips and he felt her smile before she pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "Could we do that?" she asked him, that confused little frown creasing her brow again that he found so damn endearing. "No Septon conducts a marriage in the Godswood, it is between a man, a woman and the Gods," he told her and she bit down gently on her lip for a moment. "Is that a yes?" she asked and he nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Everyone's gone to so much trouble …" she said then, biting down on her lip again as she looked between him and the heart tree. "They have," he agreed softly, "and it's only one more day."

"One more day," she agreed, her eyes back on his again as her hand came up to softly stroke down his cheek, the action causing him to exhale deeply.

"I cannot wait to have you," he confessed before he could stop himself.

"That is a sinful thing to say in front of the Gods," she teased him.

"The Gods have eyes, I am sure they will forgive me," he responded and she giggled as he nipped playfully at her lips.

"What was that?!" she suddenly burst out and he sprang away from her, his heart pounding as he whipped his head around for any sign of her father.

"What?" he asked her weakly when he saw no-one.

"Up there …" she said, her eyes tilted up to the night sky, "like a flash of light across the sky"

"Doubtless it was a shooting star," he told her, his own eyes looking upwards.

"Look another one!" she pointed, excitement dripping from every word she had exclaimed.

"Have you never seen them before?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"Never," she said faintly, her eyes transfixed.

"Come and lay down with me," he tugged on her hand, "it's easier to see them that way."

She obliged him, her eyes still flickering up to the sky every few moments as she lowered herself down to the ground and lay back. He lay next to her, barely an inch between them, and laced his fingers through hers again before he too moved his eyes back up to the sky. There were stars streaking across it every few moments now and he stole a glance at Amy to see her eyes wide and a smile on her face as she watched them. He looked back up then and took a deep breath before saying a silent prayer to the Gods that everything could always be this simple for him and Amy. When he was finished he turned his head to look at her again only to find she was already gazing at him. "Are you bored of the stars?" he asked her in slight amusement and she smiled widely at him.

"You're much more appealing," she told him and he felt an immense wave of satisfaction crash through his body. He had never expected her to want him as much as he wanted her but he was beyond thrilled that she did. "Is that right?" he chuckled slightly, his smile wide. "It is," she said, shifting onto her side and bringing her hand to his face, her index finger stretching out and pressing gently to his cheek; "I have wanted to do that since the moment I saw you," she told him as his hand came up to take hers, his lips pressing to the back of it. "What, poke my face?" he asked her between kisses. "You have a dimple," she told him simply and he rolled his eyes at her. "And you wanted to poke it?" he asked her teasingly and she swatted at his shoulder in response. "I like it," she said and he chuckled slightly; "don't tease me," she pouted and he forced himself to stop. "I'm not teasing," he assured her, "I'll have you know I have wanted to do this," he pressed his own finger lightly to the tip of her nose, "ever since I saw you."

"What, poke my face?" she asked him with a pointed look and he grinned.

"Your nose is so adorable," he said and she smiled at him, "in fact … I do believe everything about you is so very adorable …"

"Is that right?" she whispered as he cupped his hand around her cheek and encouraged her lips towards his again.

"I have never been more right about anything in my life," he replied before their lips touched again.

"I wish we could stay out here all night," she confessed when they broke apart again.

"But we cannot," he said regretfully, "in fact … I ought to get you back to the keep before your father comes for me"

"He likes you," Amy soothed him.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he grinned as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"If he didn't like you, you'd know," she said certainly.

"I'm sure I would," he said, hauling himself to his feet before offering her his hand so he could pull her to her own.

"One more night apart," she said then as they made their way to the gate.

"One more night," he agreed, "and I cannot wait for it to be over."

Lanette had dismissed Elsa and was sat perched on the end of the bed as Amy slowly ran her brush through her pale blonde strands, her eyes rather vacant as she stared into the mirror. She would give anything to know what her daughter was thinking in that moment, and anything to know what she and Robb Stark had been up to in the grounds of Winterfell when they were supposed to be at dinner. Luckily Jaime hadn't realised as Bran had kept him busy with a thousand and one questions about sword fighting and when he finally had noticed her absence Amy had entered the dining hall on Robb's arm. They shared secret little looks with one another all through dinner and Lanette's mind had been racing ever since. Amy put down her brush then and Lanette looked up at the noise and sent her a smile in the mirror before patting the space next to her.

"Come and sit with me, there are some things we need to talk about," she said.

"If it's about me being late for dinner I swear we only went out to the Godswood and all we did was kiss mother, I swear it went no further," Amy said at once, her eyes wide.

"I know that," Lanette soothed at once, "I know you would never compromise your honour but … well, tomorrow night things will go further"

"I know," Amy blushed slightly as she sat down where she had indicated her to.

"Are you nervous?" she asked her, reaching out and taking her hand.

"I'm not really sure what will … I mean I know he will, I just I … I don't know," Amy shook her head.

"You know it may be uncomfortable at first?" Lanette asked her gently.

"I do," she nodded before meeting her eyes, "but I know Robb won't want to hurt me"

"I don't want you to be scared," Lanette said then, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, "it may be strange at first but … but being with your husband can be rather enjoyable"

"Really?" Amy looked sceptical.

"When he kisses you, how does it make you feel?" she asked.

"Like … like my stomach is twisting in knots and like …" Amy tailed off, looking embarrassed.

"Like what?" she coaxed her.

"Like there is this urge inside me that I've never felt before," Amy told her.

"Does it feel good?" Lanette asked.

"Yes," Amy said, avoiding her eyes again.

"And that is just a kiss," she said softly, "it gets even better than that"

"I can't imagine it," Amy said.

"It might not be perfect the first time Amy, but you will get there I promise you – I've seen the way Robb looks at you, I don't doubt he will be most considerate in the bedchamber," she said.

"Mother!" Amy blushed, looking scandalized.

"Just try and relax, and take your time. If he is going too quickly tell him to stop, I'm sure he won't mind slowing down if you need him to," Lanette continued.

"Thank you mother," Amy smiled then, a faint blush still on her cheeks, "you've made me feel so much better about it"

"That's what I'm here for," Lanette smiled back.

"I love you," she said then.

"I love you too sweetheart," Lanette said, squeezing her hand for a moment, "now I should leave you to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."

Robb stared up at the ceiling, unable to close his eyes as his imagination kept running away from him. He wanted to blush at the way he was imagining Amy and it made his stomach churn as he thought about the fact that she would be in this bed with him tomorrow night. Gods. He hadn't the faintest idea what to do, how to please a woman. His hands came up to his face then as for a second he wished that he had let Theon take him to the brothel all that time ago. At least then he might have at least some idea of what he ought to be doing. He knew enough that he would be able to consummate their marriage but he had no idea if that would be enough. He let out a frustrated groan and shoved his furs away from him, pulling on his robe as he made for the door. The keep was silent and he imagined that everyone was sleeping but he hoped that Theon wouldn't be too annoyed with him for coming so late. He knocked on the door softly when he arrived and waited for a few moments before knocking slightly more loudly. After a few seconds it flung open to reveal a bleary eyed Theon.

"What do you want Stark?" he asked him irritably.

"I need your help," Robb said, hoping he would make it easy for him.

"With what?" Theon asked, stifling a yawn.

"Tomorrow night," he said, averting his gaze.

"What about tomorrow night?" Theon grinned and Robb sighed heavily.

"It's my wedding night," he said.

"And?" Theon coaxed him.

"And I don't … I don't want to disappoint her," Robb confessed.

"I see," Theon looked like he was thoroughly enjoying making him squirm.

"Please Theon," he must have sounded desperate because his friend sighed heavily.

"Come on then," Theon said, gesturing for him to enter, "I'll tell you all I know."

A/N: In case anyone's worried, that doesn't mean Jaime likes Robb haha ;)

Hope you guys enjoyed anyway, hopefully I will update soon since the next chapter is THE WEDDING! *ahem* Right-ho, more soon!

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