A/N: Part three is here! Just a quick note to let you all know I'm away with work for two weeks come tomorrow. I will try and update my stories while I'm away but it might not be possible. Fingers crossed!

ItsLiz: I usually go with canon to a certain degree which is why I want to really move away from it in this fic. Glad you're approving! Also glad you like the choice for Amy, I can totally see them together too! Haha, yes indeed, Robb is a typical man but Amy doesn't seem to mind very much ;) and yes, they love each other (okay so they have for a while, but now they knoooow!) Thank you again!

FAndomlifeCRazy101: Thank you very much - here is the start to part three!

unnamedvisitor: That is certainly one word for it ;) Thank you, glad you thought it was romantic! Glad you've enjoyed part two but here is part three - hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much!

Right-ho, just to let you know there is a time jump but you should be able to figure it out from the Robb/Amy interactions at the start of the chapter!

Okay, onwards!

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Part III

Doubt

Amy mumbled in incoherent pleasure as Robb stirred her awake by kissing his way up her back, his body coming to press down against hers as he brushed her hair away from her neck. "Happy name day," he murmured in her ear before pressing a kiss just behind it as she opened her eyes properly. "Very happy," she mumbled in amusement as she felt his hardness pressing into the small of her back, wriggling her bottom against him and giggling slightly as he groaned in response. Robb merely kissed at her neck again in his own response, his hand roaming down over her bottom before moving it between her legs. She breathed in sharply as he slid his fingers against her, her body responding to him in an instant as she pushed her hips up off the bed to give him better access to her. He shifted his own hips up then, replacing his fingers with his length and rubbing himself between her legs. She moaned out and pushed her hips back even further towards him. He took her hint and gripped her hips, pulling her slowly back onto his length.

When he was buried inside her she shifted her body slightly so she could rest on her knees before rocking her hips back and forth onto him. He groaned out his approval of her movement, one of his hands coming to slide down her back as she quickened her pace, stifling her moans of pleasure into the pillow that she kept her arms tightly clenched around. Robb tangled his hand in the hair at the base of her neck, the other kept tightly around her hip to aid her in her quickening pace. She was practically smothering herself with the pillow now as her movement had her face pressing harder and harder into it. In the next moment she had to turn her head to the side as she gasped out sharply for air, Robb tugging slightly on her hair as their perfect rhythm had them both almost spent. Gods she still couldn't get enough, never get enough of him. His hand slipped between her legs again then and she cried out sharply as he began rubbing his thumb in hard circles against her. In the next instant lights popped behind her eyes and she felt him release into her as she cried out his name, breathing hard as he draped his body over her back.

"Gods I love you," he murmured between kisses as he let his lips travel up her back.

"I love you," she gasped out, her grip on the pillow finally slackening.

"Gods Amy," he practically groaned as he slid out of her and rolled back onto his side of the bed.

"Was that my name day gift?" she asked him teasingly, shifting herself onto his chest.

"If you like," he grinned at her and she giggled, swirling her fingers in patterns in the hair on his chest.

"Very much," she smiled back, pressing her lips to his for a moment.

"I have a proper gift for you," he told her when she pulled away.

"Is that right?" she raised her brow expectantly.

"How would you like to go back to the Rock?" he asked and her eyes widened.

"Truly?" she asked him.

"Truly," he confirmed, "it is all set with my parents and yours"

"How have you managed to keep this a secret from me?" she asked him incredulously.

"With cooperation from my co-conspirators," he grinned.

"So my uncle Tyrion is back then?" she questioned him.

"Aye, he's back," he confirmed and her eyes lit up as a wide smile stretched across her face.

"I can't believe it!" she said delightedly, "Oh Gods, I cannot wait!"

"Good," he smiled up at her happily, "because we leave in two days."

The day before they were due to leave Amy found herself alone in their chambers as her moon's blood arrived. There, it had come again, just as it had every month despite the fact that she and Robb made love nearly every day. Sometimes more than once a day. She swallowed hard and tried not to be too disappointed. Robb had made no mention of children but it was always something that played on the back of her mind. Others whispered too, especially the maids. She had overheard them more than once speculating about why she was not yet with child. Amy knew she should know better than to listen to them but she couldn't help it. As much as she tried to put it to the back of her mind she couldn't help that little needle of disappointment and doubt when her bleeding would arrive right on schedule each month. Robb never uttered a word but she couldn't help but wonder if he was secretly thinking about it, secretly harbouring his own doubts over why she was not yet with child. She took a deep shuddering breath then and tried her best not to think about the fact that something could be wrong with her. Tears stung her eyes before she could stop them and she angrily brushed them away as she heard the door opening.

She kept herself turned away from Robb, preoccupying herself with folding some more of her dresses up and placing them in her trunk. Hopefully he would just leave her to it and she would have a few minutes to compose herself properly. There was no such luck, his hands came to rest on her waist, his lips nuzzling against her neck in a way that usually drove her wild for him. Right at that moment though she just wanted him to leave her alone and she felt awful for even thinking it. He must have sensed her reluctance as his lips soon left her neck, pressing instead to her temple, his arms coming more tightly around her and pulling her back against him. "What's wrong?" he murmured against her skin and she shook her head, forcing a smile to her face.

"Nothing," she told him, "my bleeding has come is all … it's just uncomfortable"

"Is that really all?" he persisted as she wriggled out of his arms and went back to resume her packing.

"What else?" she asked him in a bright tone that sounded more than a little forced.

"Amy, look at me," he urged her softly and she felt the tears stinging at her eyes again; "Amy," he caught hold of her wrist and gently turned her around to face him; "what is it?"

"We've been married for nearly a year," she stated.

"Yes," he smiled.

"Does it not bother you? Worry you even?" she asked him.

"Why should us being married for a year worry me?" he frowned at her.

"No … not that," she shook her head, "I'm still not with child Robb"

"Oh Amy," understanding flooded his features then and it only served to make her want to cry even more.

"I ought to be with child, we make love almost every day," she said, a tear escaping her now.

"When the time is right we will be blessed," he said, raising his hand up to brush the tear away.

"Does it not bother you?" she persisted.

"We are young," he said, gripping her shoulders tightly; "we have years ahead of us for children"

"But …" she started.

"Am I not enough for you?" he asked her teasingly.

"You know you are," she managed a smile, "but I want us to have a family, it's my duty to give you children"

"Forget about duty," he shook his head, "it is not your duty to do anything. I love you Amy, trust me … when the Gods see fit they will bless us with a child"

"Do you really think so?" she asked him, her eyes wide and shining.

"Yes," he nodded before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"And you're truly not disappointed that I'm not pregnant yet?" she asked, meeting his eyes.

"I could never be disappointed in you," he said incredulously, "you mean the world to me Amy and nothing will ever change that."

The horses were being saddled up and Robb seemed to be in deep conversation with his father so Amy took the opportunity to speak with Lady Stark. Her good-mother was stood on her own, her other children having drifted just far enough for Amy to be sure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard. Robb had done his best to reassure her but there were still doubts nagging at the back of Amy's mind and she needed someone to help clear them away. "Are you all set?" Lady Stark asked her as she walked into earshot and she nodded her head, glancing around to make sure again that no one would overhear them. "Is something wrong Amella?" her good-mother asked then and Amy took a deep breath as she came to a halt in front of her. "I don't know," Amy shook her head and in an instant Lady Stark had put her arm about her shoulders and guided her even further away from any prying eyes and ears. "What is it?" she asked her kindly as they stood under the blacksmith's awning.

"I …" Amy glanced over towards Robb before she answered, "I'm worried about … about not being with child yet"

"I see," Lady Stark said, her eyes warm and full of concern.

"It has been nearly a year," Amy said then.

"These things take time," she said reassuringly and Amy swallowed hard.

"This much time though?" Amy asked her, "When he beds me nearly every night?"

"Amella you shouldn't be fretting about this at your age, you are still young. Children are hard work, enjoy the time you and Robb have just for yourselves while you still can because you will never get it back. Gods … Ned and I never even had it. Robb was born before he even came back from the war, all we have ever been is parents." Lady Stark told her.

"I want a baby Lady Stark," Amy told her, "I want to share that with Robb; I want us to have a family"

"You will," she said firmly, "and don't let any gossiping maids let you think any differently"

"How do you -?" Amy started.

"They gossiped plenty when Ned and I returned with Robb. It was over a year before I fell pregnant with Sansa and they relished in sharing tales about me with one another," she smiled.

"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?" Amy asked her desperately.

"Don't fret," she told her firmly, "that is the worst thing you can do. If you work yourself up about this you will only put stress on your body and make it even less likely that you will conceive. Relax, continue on as you have been doing and you will be blessed Amy, I promise you."

Amy could only nod and her good-mother came to fold her into her reassuring arms for a long moment and she allowed her words to sink in, determining to do as she had bid her. Lady Stark had had five children, surely she of all people knew what she was talking about. Robb shouted over then and she knew that it was time for them to leave and so she murmured her thanks to Lady Stark before pulling away from her and sending a smile to her husband. She walked towards him then, her good-mother following on after her. "Are you ready?" he asked as she approached him and she nodded. "Yes of course," she smiled, "I just need to finish my goodbyes."

"Enjoy yourselves," Lord Stark smiled at her then and she nodded.

"Thank you Lord Stark," she smiled back at him and he clasped his hand on her shoulder for a moment.

"Write when you arrive," Lady Stark implored them, embracing Robb for a moment.

"We will," Robb promised as he pulled away from his mother.

"Make sure you keep Theon on his toes at the boards," Amy smiled at Arya then.

"I will," Arya grinned and the two of them embraced tightly for a moment.

"Goodbye Amella, Robb," Sansa said then, her smile clearly more for her brother than Amy.

"Goodbye," Amy smiled, the action slightly forced before she shifted her attention to Bran.

"I'm so jealous, is it true there's going to be a tourney?" Bran asked them.

"I have no idea," Amy laughed, noticing that Robb shot him a warning look.

"Goodbye Bran," he said slightly menacingly then and his younger brother looked rather sheepish.

"We'll see you all soon," Amy smiled, "goodbye Rickon"

The shy little boy peered around his mother's skirts then and met Amy's eyes. She smiled reassuringly at him and in the next instant he had come forwards and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She did her best to hide her astonishment at his sudden display of affection, Rickon didn't usually have more than two words to say to her. Amy let her own arms come tightly around him then for a long moment before she pushed him back slightly and bent down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "I'll miss you Amy," he said in a tiny voice then and her heart felt like it would burst. "We will be back before you know it, I promise," she smiled at him and he nodded shyly, looking reassured as he backed away towards his mother and father again.

"Right then," Robb smiled, "we'll see you all in a few months. Come on Amy, we'd best go."

Robb lay with Amy cradled against his chest, his body still entwined completely with hers as she slept against him, her warm breath tickling at his chest. They were a week into their journey to the Rock and staying at yet another inn in a tiny chamber that barely had room to squeeze in the single bed they were sharing. Not that he minded so very much having to share such a small space with her, their journey had become most enjoyable after her moon's blood had passed. He sighed a little heavily then, Amy was desperate for them to conceive and it was only in the last days that he had realised it. For the past year he had been caught up in a continuous state of bliss with her, barely realising how much time had passed since they had wed. He had had no idea that with each month that passed she grew more and more worried that she had not fallen pregnant and he wished she had spoken to him about it before instead of winding herself up into a state of panic. Truthfully, if Amy told him she was with child he would be beyond thrilled, but the fact that it had not happened yet truly didn't bother him. Amy was more than enough for him for now, and they were still so young. A baby would change their lives forever and he wasn't sure he was quite ready to let go of the bliss they shared. It wasn't up to him though, it was up to the Gods. Either way, he hoped Amy would stop agonizing over it, her constant worry would do them no good.

She shifted slightly in his arms then and he turned his head so he could press a kiss to the top of her head before looking towards the window. Through the slight gap in the drapes he could see that the sun had come up and he sighed heavily, the sounds of early risers now greeting his ears. He supposed they ought to get up soon and break their fast before continuing on with their journey. It had taken Amy three weeks to journey from Casterly Rock to Winterfell and he was hopeful that they would make it in that time, perhaps even a little sooner. Amy stirred again then and he smiled slightly as she let out that familiar, frustrated little noise that always seemed to come from her when she woke in the mornings. He placed another kiss to her head and she sighed heavily, her fingernails clenching slightly in his chest before she turned her own head and pressed a kiss above his heart.

"Morning," he told her then, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Is it?" she mumbled into his chest and he chuckled slightly, running his fingertips up and down her spine gently.

"The sun has definitely risen," he confirmed and she huffed irritably before pushing away from his chest, his length finally slipping from her and he couldn't help but groan. She fixed those beautiful eyes on him then that looked rather green in the dim light of the tiny chamber, a small smile playing about her lips. In the next moment she bent her head to kiss him, his mind spinning as ever it did when her perfect lips worked with his.

It was his turn to grumble in frustration when she pulled away and climbed off him and out of the bed, arching her back as she stretched her body awake. He couldn't help but stare at her as she turned her attention to the trunk her clothes were placed in, sifting through them to try and find something to wear. Now they were heading further south the temperature around them seemed to be growing warmer by the day and Robb was certain that he would soon have to discard his leather doublet as they rode on. Amy had told him she would have some cotton clothing made for him when they reached the Rock so he would be more comfortable but until then he would just have to live with what he had. He blinked slowly at her as she continued looking through her collection of dresses, his eyes narrowing as she showed no sign of actually covering up her nakedness. Already he wanted her and her just standing there like that was making it a thousand times worse.

"Either choose a dress to put on or get back in this bed right now," he finally said.

"Do we really have time for your lust this morning husband? We ought to set off soon," she replied.

"You're teasing me," he concluded and he could see she was trying to hide her smile.

"Would I?" she asked innocently, but he wasn't fooled by her tone.

"Yes you would," he said grumpily and he saw her smile widen even more.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked him, turning to face him and holding up a pale blue dress that looked as though it were made of light, airy material.

"Lovely," he told her, barely giving the dress a second glance before roaming his eyes all over her bare body.

"But then … there is this one," she said, setting the blue one aside and picking up a jade green one that he could tell was particularly low cut.

"Lovely," he repeated and a knowing smile came to play about her lips.

"You don't care do you?" she said, fixing her eyes on his.

"Of course I do," he protested and her smile only widened.

"What colour was my dress yesterday?" she asked him and he blinked slowly at her.

"I … it was … uhm …" he frowned as he tried to remember, the only images coming to mind those of her naked astride him, rocking pleasure through every part of him.

"You're hopeless," she rolled her eyes at him, setting the green dress aside and tugging a light shift out of her trunk, pulling it up over her head.

"If I answer correctly will you come back to bed?" he asked her then.

"Perhaps," she smiled, reaching back for the green dress, deciding it would be more comfortable for riding in.

"Was it grey?" he asked as she wrapped the dress around her and began working on the ties.

"No," she replied.

"Pink?" he tried and she snorted.

"No," she said again, arranging her skirts around her.

"Red?" he asked almost desperately and she laughed at him as she picked up the brush to run through her hair.

"It was yellow," she told him.

"Damn it," he cursed.

"You were wearing black yesterday," she told him as she set the brush down, "and the day before, and the day before that."

"You have too many dresses," he told her as she walked slowly to the side of the bed.

"I have to look my best for my husband," she smiled, "even if he doesn't notice."

"I notice," he frowned and she bent down to kiss at his creased brow.

"Just not the colour, hmm?" she murmured against his skin.

"Come back to bed," he whispered.

"I'm dressed now," she said, pressing another kiss to his brow before moving away.

"Damn it Amy, you really are a tease," he growled at her.

"Can you not hold on till the next stop?" she asked him with raised brows as she moved towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked her in return.

"To break my fast, I'm rather starved," she replied.

"You're not the only one," he said grumpily, shoving the covers off himself and climbing out of bed.

"You are hardly starved Robb Stark," she told him firmly, "merely greedy."

They had to stay out in the open one night as they drew closer to Casterly Rock. The inn they were supposed to stay in was all boarded up and Robb had cursed, apologising over and over to Amy. They had canvas with them but there was no make-shift bed, all they had were furs to wrap themselves up in. She hadn't minded though, seeing it more as an adventure than anything else and that had made him feel slightly better. He was out by the fire now as the men cooked dinner over it. All of them seemed in high spirits and Amy wrapped one of the furs around her and approached them, Robb sending her an apologetic smile as she approached. "Dinner will not be long me Lady," one of the men told her as she came to Robb's side and she smiled at him. "Wonderful," she said, "it smells lovely, what is it?"

"One of the men caught rabbit," Robb told her, "Grey Wind found boar but he was not for sharing."

"Greedy like his master," Amy told him with a raised brow and several of the men sniggered.

"Cheek," he muttered under his breath, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his side where she snuggled happily.

"How much further?" she asked him.

"We should come across Wayfarer's Rest tomorrow, after that likely a few more days," he replied.

"I can't wait to see the sea again," she smiled wistfully and he turned his head to kiss her temple in response.

The men were dishing out the food in the next moment and Robb released her from his clutches and moved to get two bowls of the thick broth for them. There were a few stale bread rolls left and Robb took one of those too for them to split in half. The men could fight over the rest. Amy smiled at him as he came back towards her, shrugging the furs from around her shoulders, feeling far too warm now she was out by the fire. She spread them out near the dancing flames and sat down on them, leaving enough space for Robb to sit down next to her. He was with her in the next moment, handing her dinner to her which she took with thanks and a smile. They ate in silence for a long while, Amy vaguely listening to the conversation of the men near-by. They seemed to be in high spirits and she was glad of it. Hopefully they would enjoy the Rock and not find it a burden having to accompany her and Robb. "Are you alright?" Robb asked her after a moment and she nodded her head, swallowing down her mouthful.

"I'm perfectly well," she said when her mouth was empty again.

"Good," he said, a smile lighting up his face.

"It will be so different, sleeping under the stars," she smiled back and he nodded.

"I'm sorry about the inn," he said.

"I wasn't complaining," she assured him, "besides, it was hardly your fault."

"It's just for tonight," he said and she smiled, leaning her head down against his shoulder.

"I think it might be rather nice," she said, "like the night before our wedding, laying there under the stars."

"It feels like yesterday," he smiled, laying his own head down against hers.

"I love you Robb Stark," she sighed happily then and his smile widened.

"I love you too Amy Stark," he responded and she snuggled herself even closer to him at his words; "always and forever."

A/N: We'll be arriving at the Rock next chapter for those who are (im)patiently waiting!

Hopefully I will update soon, but really depends on work/wifi situation. One thing is for sure it will only be a few weeks break at the most!

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