A/N: It's the morning after guys! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you as always!

unnamed visitor: Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed the wedding and all that came with it, Theon certainly came through with his advice! Yes, Ned and Cat are warming to Jaime and I agree with what you said about him being called Kingslayer. The trouble with Jaime is that he never gave those reasons for doing what he did so no one knows any better (aside from Lana of course). Here's the update you wanted anyway, hope you enjoy! As for Tywin visiting Winterfell ... not sure at this point but you never know!

ItsLiz: You're very welcome, and thank you! Haha, well if you do get round to reading it I hope you enjoy it! I'm glad you enjoyed the wedding and I know, poor Jaime but he had no choice but to let her go. At least he has the comfort of knowing she wanted to marry Robb. As for the bedding ceremony ... I think Robb and Jaime would have maimed any man who dared try and touch Amy so probably for the best that it was banned haha. Thank you very much as always, here's another one for you that I hope you enjoy!

Guest: Steffon will be making his appearance in part three, which isn't too far away!

Right-ho guys, on with the chapter!

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Parting

Robb blinked awake with a groan, his neck felt stiff as he blinked in the early morning sunlight. Obviously he hadn't drawn the drapes either. It took another moment for him to realise that the perfect weight of Amy's head was no longer resting on his chest. He moved his head to the side then, seeing her laying on her stomach, her head cushioned by her arms as she lay still sleeping. A smile came to his lips as he allowed his eyes to wander her back which was mostly exposed as the blanket was only drawn up to her hips. Gods she was beautiful. He ached to touch her, to press kisses to every inch of her, gently rouse her from her sleep and roll her onto her back again so he could join himself completely with her again. He resisted, shifting the blanket from his own hips and noting the little smear of blood on the light coloured wool. A stab of guilt hit him as he moved his eyes back to his sleeping wife. He imagined she might want a bath, that she might be sore. He got himself up, slowly moving his neck from side to side to try and ease the stiffness, pain stabbing down his back as well as he got himself to his feet. His eyes sought out his robe and he wrapped it around himself before heading quietly to the door.

Grey Wind was on the other side, his great yellow eyes fixed mournfully on him. The last thing Robb needed was his bloody wolf making him feel guilty, Grey Wind would just have to get used to not sleeping in his chambers anymore. He imagined Amy would think him mean but there was something intensely uncomfortable about the thought of making love to her with another presence in the room. As he wandered down the hallways in search of one of the servants he saw Amy's attendant, Elsa, approaching him and he hailed her. She smiled widely and curtseyed for him. "Can I help you with something my Lord?" she asked him.

"Actually …" a thought struck him, "would you mind if I got some of Amy's things from her room, you would know what she needs in the morning"

"Of course," she smiled, "would you like to get them now?"

"Please," he said, "and then would you mind asking one of the serving girls to have water brought for a bath"

"Of course," she smiled again and he returned the gesture before following her down the hallway to where Amy used to sleep. She would sleep in here no longer, now that she was his wife Robb had no intention whatsoever of being parted from her at night. Some Lords and Ladies he knew would have separate bed chambers but not him and Amy. Elsa bustled about the room as he looked around slightly awkwardly, seeing many of Amy's things lying about the place. All of them would have to be moved to his chambers at some point, he would have to make sure it was seen to over the next few days. "Here we are my Lord," Elsa finally said, approaching him with a full linen bag.

"Thank you," he said, wondering what in the name of the Gods was in there.

"Oh … and her robe is here," she said, tugging it down from the hook behind the door.

"Thank you Elsa," he smiled for her before making his way towards the door.

He didn't see anyone on his return to his chambers and he was glad of it, he didn't want to stop and chat to anyone, and he did not want to run the risk of bumping into her father. With others Robb was now comfortable around Ser Jaime but anytime they were alone he felt completely on edge. He imagined it would be worse today, the day after the wedding when her father would know exactly what they had done the night before. The thought almost made him shudder and so he forced his mind away from it, concentrating instead on Amy. It wasn't hard to focus on her when he re-entered his chamber, she was still lain where he had left her although her face was now turned down as well. He imagined she might have stirred and not been impressed by the bright sunlight. He was loathe to wake her but he had called for a bath now and so he moved quietly towards her, depositing the bag of her belongings on the bed and just taking her robe to her.

Robb knelt at her side, hesitating for a moment before he gently lay his hand on the small of her back. She took a great shuddering breath then, a tiny noise of displeasure leaving her that made him smile slightly as he leant in and pressed his lips to her back, pressing kisses all the way up her spine as she stirred awake beneath him. "Morning wife," he breathed in her ear when he had kissed all the way up to her shoulder. She merely made an irritated noise in response before she shifted slightly, in the next moment rolling over and blinking up at him. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes taking in her bare chest and stomach in the dazzling sunlight. Beautiful. Every inch of her was so beautiful and he knew he would never tire of looking at her. He ached to tug the blanket down ever further and bare all of her to him but again he reminded himself that the servants would be coming up soon with the hot water. "Why am I on the floor?" she groaned out, one of her hands coming to rub at her eyes. "We rather foolishly feel asleep," he told her and she groaned again, arching her back up for a moment before laying down flat again with a huff.

"Hot water's being brought up for a bath," he told her.

"Good," she said, stifling a yawn, "Gods my back is killing me"

"Mine too," he said sympathetically and she met his eyes for a moment, blinking slowly at him.

"It was worth it," she said after a while, pushing herself up into a sitting position and scooting towards him; "husband," she finished, leaning in to kiss him.

"You best put your robe on wife," he growled when he finally managed to pull away from her; "lest I forget all about restraining myself and we end up leaving the servants with a rather undesirable image of their future lord and lady"

"Hmm," she agreed, looking at him contemplatively for a moment before she slid her robe from his lap and pulled it around her; "better?"

"Not for me," he sighed and she grinned at him as she shifted up from the floor.

"You know we really ought to have gone to bed," she said then, worrying her bottom lip.

"Believe me I know," he groaned, rising up to his own feet and gingerly massaging his neck.

"Not because of that," she said, shaking her head, "the maids will change the sheets but there will be no blood on them … they might spread talk that I was not a maid"

"Don't be silly," Robb soothed her at once, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"But …" she started.

"Do you trust me?" he cut her off.

"Yes," she said, without a moment's hesitation.

He smiled then and pecked her lips before letting go of her shoulders and crossing to the floor, plucking the blanket from it and slinging it onto the bed. Amy frowned at him before she took a closer look. He saw the relief cross her features after a moment and he knew she must have seen the blood. "I think that will suffice don't you?" he asked her and she nodded shyly at him just as a knock sounded at the door. "That will be for the bath," he said, sidestepping her so he could go and answer it. Sure enough a troupe of servants filed in with heated water, tipping the pails in one by one to the bath that was hidden behind a screen in the corner of the room. A few Robb saw glance towards the bed as they filed out again and he met Amy's eyes, seeing a light blush rise up on her cheeks as she averted her own, a tiny smile playing about her lips.

She slipped her robe from her shoulders slightly as the door closed again, leaving them alone. "Would you join me?" she asked him almost shyly, avoiding his eyes. "As if I could refuse," he smiled widely and her own smile widened as she looked up to meet his eyes. She wandered behind the screen then, slipping her robe off as she went, the action giving Robb a perfect view of her bottom just before she disappeared behind the screen. He followed on after her, shedding his own robe as he went. She was just settling in the water when he appeared behind the screen and she scooted forwards when he appeared. He climbed in carefully behind her then, parting his legs and moving them to rest on either side of her body as she slid backwards until her back was pressed into his chest. She leant her head down against his shoulder and let out a contented little sigh that had him smiling widely. "How are you feeling?" he asked her softly, moving his hands up and along her arms before settling them on her shoulders and proceeding to gently massage her. "Fine," she breathed out, closing her eyes at his touch, a small smile on her lips. "You're not sore from last night?" he persisted and she shook her head slowly.

He felt relief then, his own body relaxing completely as she shifted herself slightly so he could better continue to massage her. "That feels so good," she almost moaned out and he had to swallow hard, trying to focus on not getting aroused again. He was pushing it just being naked and this close to her and he couldn't deny that he wanted to have her over and over again. She had said she was fine but he was worried that doing it again so soon would make her sore. "Good," he said, leaning his head forward to kiss between her shoulder blades as her head sagged forwards. She let out a hum of pleasure, her back arching slightly, causing her to lean further between his legs, his length pressing against the small of her back now and hardening despite himself. "Do you want to have breakfast here, or down in the dining hall?" he asked her, trying to distract himself from his arousal. "In the hall," she answered him, "it will be the last one with my parents … although …" she trailed off, shifting herself away from him and carefully moving herself in the bath so she could face him; "I think I have a certain wifely duty to perform first," she smiled widely at him as she slowly came down to straddle his lap. Robb couldn't argue with her, he only hoped the servants wouldn't be too irritated when they returned to find water all over the floor.

"Relax," Lanette hissed at Jaime from the corner of her mouth.

"I would have thought they would have come down by now, Lord and Lady Stark have already eaten and gone," he hissed back.

"It is the morning after their wedding, perhaps they're dining in their chambers," she said and he glared at her to which she merely rolled her eyes.

"Have you forgotten what it was like when we were first married?" she asked him, "There were some days when we didn't even leave our chamber … remember?"

"Remember?" there was a sly smirk on his face now; "I do believe we did that on your last name day"

"Oh yes," she smirked back at him, "so we did"

"Did you forget wife? Perhaps I ought to remind you when we arrive back at the Rock," he said.

"Yes, I think you might just need to do that," she returned and he leant in to capture her lips.

She knew it was likely not the most appropriate thing to do at breakfast but, as Jaime had said, Lord and Lady Stark had already finished and left. When she pulled away she saw the familiar look of lust in her husband's eyes and she was astounded that even after all the years together that he could still make her want to blush like it was the first time. "What?" he asked her softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Just thinking about how you still make my heart pound," she told him quietly and a wide smile spread right across his face. "The feeling's mutual," he breathed, coming in closer to her again; "you still drive me wild Lana."

She was about to make a suggestive retort when her eye was caught by people entering the dining hall. When she looked round properly she smiled widely when she saw that it was Amy and Robb. They were seemingly deep in conversation with one another, both looking completely happy and relaxed with Amy clinging tightly to his arm as she always did. Lanette looked at Jaime then and saw that he too had seen them, his expression unreadable but his body thankfully relaxed. "I told you she would be just fine," she murmured to him and he nodded slightly as Amy finally tore her eyes from Robb and sent them both a beaming smile.

"Morning mother, father," she greeted them happily.

"Good morning sweetheart," Jaime returned.

"If you're lucky there may be some food left," Lanette said teasingly and she saw the slight hint of a blush on her daughter's cheeks.

"Are you all set for your return to the Rock my Lady?" Robb asked as he pulled out Amy's chair.

"Yes, all packed up," she smiled back at him as he sat himself down.

"There may be time for another bout in the tiltyard if you're interested Stark," Jaime piped up.

"I did promise my brother a bout," Robb replied.

"Perhaps I'll join you, the competition is rather good here," Jaime said.

"You'd be most welcome Ser," Robb said, "Jon is more skilled than I am; perhaps he will give you a good workout?"

"Perhaps," Jaime agreed and Lanette could see him already imagining the bout in his head.

"You see," Lanette distinctly heard Amy whisper to Robb; "I told you he likes you."

Lanette made her way down to the tiltyard after a time. It was past time that she and Jaime set off but he had still not emerged and frankly she wasn't surprised. If it were up to him they would stay here with Amy forever, either that or try and smuggle her back to the Rock somehow. She smiled slightly as she entered the yard, seeing Jaime and Robb grasp hands for a moment. Clearly they had just finished their bout as Amy and Jon were applauding them from the side lines. "Mind your swing to the left," she heard Jaime tell Robb then, "other than that you're more than adequate."

"Thank you Ser," Robb replied and Jaime managed a faint smile for him.

"I never thought I'd see the day you were sharing your sparring secrets," Lanette said teasingly then.

"You once told me to save my secrets for my sons," he replied.

"I did," she swallowed hard, her smile faltering slightly.

"I didn't mean …" he trailed off, "I just meant that there is no way you would have let me teach Amy"

"No," she agreed with him.

"So I thought I would give her husband some pointers," he seemed to grimace over the word husband and Lanette couldn't help but smile again.

"Are you finally coming round to the idea?" she asked, her eyes flickering towards their daughter who looked to be in happy conversation with Robb and Jon.

"Perhaps," he muttered, "but if I'm to leave her here then at least I know I will have left her with a man capable of defending her"

"Defending her from what exactly? What do you imagine she will be getting up to?" she laughed.

"You never know Lana," Jaime said and she rolled her eyes before looking back towards Amy.

"We ought to go," she said sadly as Amy laughed along with Robb and Jon.

"I know," he agreed, the pain evident in his own voice.

"She's happy," Lanette nodded determinedly then.

"She'll visit soon," he added, snaking his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tightly.

"Yes," she nodded, "when Tyrion returns … she will have to come back then"

"I have no doubt she will," he soothed her.

"This is new," she almost laughed then.

"What is?" he asked with a slight frown.

"Usually it is me who is having to convince you she will be alright," she said and his frown faded.

"True," he smiled, "but now I've seen her here I know she will be perfectly happy. As much as it pains me to let her go … I know she will thrive here"

"Yes," she nodded determinedly, "yes, you're right …"

Robb hung back awkwardly as Amy's mother and father prepared to depart. He had already said his own goodbyes to them and had stepped back to give Amy some privacy with them. She was being embraced by her mother and Robb looked towards his own who gave him a reassuring smile in response. He was already worried about how Amy would be over the next days, he had always assumed she was close to her parents from her letters but seeing it in reality had made it even more glaringly obvious how hard it would be for her to be parted from them. Gods, if only they didn't live so far away he could promise her regular visits. As it was both of them would have duties to attend to around Winterfell and any trip away for such a long period of time would have to be agreed upon well in advance. She wanted to go to her uncle's wedding and he silently promised himself that he would make it happen for her.

"I love you," he heard her say to her mother then as she pulled back from her, pained to hear how choked her voice sounded before she was folded into her father's arms. She repeated her sentiments to him and he watched as Ser Jaime kissed her fiercely on top of her head. He could almost sense the man trying not to break down and he couldn't blame him for it. Thinking of being parted from Amy almost physically hurt him. He could only imagine what it was doing to her parents. "You know where we are," her father was saying; "all you have to do is send word and I promise I will come and get you."

"You can't do that," Amy laughed, though it sounded thick with tears; "my place is here now and grandfather would be most upset if you just upped and left"

"We will come here if you need us to Amy," her mother said and she nodded.

"I am fine, I promise you … I am more worried about you having such a long journey home," Amy said.

"Don't fret about us," her father implored, squeezing her shoulders.

"I will see you soon," Amy was nodding, "Robb promised me"

"Of course you will," her mother said in what Robb suspected was a falsely bright voice.

"I will," Amy reiterated.

"We'd best go … we're running late as it is," her father said regrettably.

"Safe journey," he could almost hear Amy forcing herself to smile.

"We'll write as soon as we get home," her mother promised.

"We love you sweetheart," her father said then.

"Always," her mother added, reaching her hand to pat her cheek before she turned away.

"See you soon," her father said, grasping her hand a moment before he too turned away.

Amy backed away a few paces then as her father helped her mother up onto her horse before going to mount his own. He stepped towards her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders just as she let out a choked little sob. Robb put reassuring pressure on her and she lifted one of her own hands up to clasp around one of his, her other coming to her mouth to stifle her next sob. Her parents dug their heels into their horses then and their guard did the same around them, obscuring the view of them leaving. Amy turned sharply and Robb pulled her into his chest at once as she broke down completely. He held her close as she cried against him, stroking one hand through her hair as his lips came to press to the top of her head. Her tears made his heart constrict uncomfortably but through it all he was glad that she had turned to him in her pain. He had been worried her feelings towards him would change, that she would resent him as the reason that she would be parted from her parents. It may have been an irrational thought but it was one that had consumed him nonetheless. Now his fears had been put aside but he still hated the fact that she was crying in his arms. She slowly calmed though and he continued holding her, his hand still running through her soft tresses in a soothing manner.

"Forgive me," she whispered against his chest when she was calmed, a tiny hiccough leaving her.

"What do I have to forgive you for?" he breathed back, feeling her hands clench tighter in his doublet.

"For making a scene," she said quietly.

"Don't be silly," he said gently, "you will miss them, you don't have to apologise for that"

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I'm here Amy," he told her, kissing the top of her head again.

"I'm so lucky to have you," she said, her eyes shining as she pulled back slightly to look at him.

"I have to disagree there," he smiled down on her, "I think you'll find I am the lucky one."

Amy moved the last of her things to Robb's chambers as night fell, there were only a few bits and pieces left; a nightdress or two and the letters she had kept from him. They were still tied up in their bundles and she had wrapped one of the nightdresses around them for now as she carried them towards his room. Grey Wind was skulking around outside when she approached and she frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?" she asked him softly, thinking it was rather early for Robb to retire. Grey Wind merely looked at her mournfully and she smiled at him before pushing open the door of the chambers. Robb was inside, bent over the basin in the corner of the room and splashing his face with water. He had already discarded his doublet and shirt and Amy took a moment to admire his bare back as he washed himself, a smile tugging up on her lips as he turned to grab at a towel. "I didn't think you'd be here so early," she commented as he dried himself, a smile coming to his own face as he lowered the towel back down.

"I'm rather exhausted, I can't think why," he said, a glint in his eye that made her want to blush.

"No," she smiled, "I can't possibly imagine"

"And what are you doing in here?" he addressed his wolf who was lurking behind Amy.

"Oh, let him Robb," she persuaded, "he's not doing any harm"

Grey Wind sat back on his haunches then and slowly blinked at Robb as if to prove to him that what Amy had said was true and he could only sigh heavily. Amy smiled widely, obviously taking his response as acceptance, before she turned to the table in the corner and deposited the last of her belongings. "Is that everything?" Robb asked her and she nodded as she carefully pulled her nightdress free of the letters it surrounded. "Are they the letters I wrote to you?" he asked her curiously, coming towards her and laying his hand against the small of her back. "Yes," she confirmed, "it didn't feel right leaving them at the Rock." He was silent for a moment then and she was desperate to know what he was thinking. In the next moment his lips had come to lightly brush against her neck, his hands sliding down to her hips and pulling her back against his chest. She tilted her head back then to give him better access to her neck, a sigh of satisfaction leaving her. "I'll get you something to keep them in," he murmured against her skin, the warmth of his breath feeling so delicious. "Did you keep mine?" she asked before she could stop herself and in the next moment he had moved away from her.

For a second she was confused as she turned to see what he was doing. He was kneeling down by the bed in the next instant, bending to peer under it and reaching under to pull out a plain wooden box after a moment. "They're all in here," he told her, patting the lid of the box, "every single one." She smiled widely as he lifted the lid up as though to show her he was telling the truth before he closed it again and slid it back under the bed. "I kept mine under the bed at the Rock," she told him and he smiled in response, getting up from the floor and sitting instead on the side of the bed. "Luckily there is plenty of room for more than one box under our bed," he told her and she nodded happily before she turned towards the vanity Lady Stark had been kind enough to have moved to Robb's chambers. "Speaking of which," he spoke up again, "would you come to bed?" She bit down on her bottom lip as she came to sit in front of the mirror, wondering if she had imagined the underlying hint in his voice and hoping she hadn't. "Just give me a few minutes," she said, seeing him nod and smile at her in the mirror as she picked up her brush and began pulling it through her hair.

When it was done she placed the brush back down and stood up, glancing towards Grey Wind who was sleeping soundly in front of the fire. Amy moved towards the table where she had left her nightdresses then and reached a hand out to grab at one. Robb's voice stopped her before she could touch the material though and his words had her stomach twisting in anticipation at once; "I don't think you'll be needing that …"

A/N: Two chapters left of part two, part three is creeping slowly up on us! Hope you enjoyed, more soon!

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