A/N: Hey guys, sorry if I worried any of you with the whole Amy/baby thing. Really it's just a plot device that she isn't pregnant yet. I mean, can you really imagine Robb taking her back to the Rock if she was pregnant or just had a baby? There's nothing to worry about (I did mean to reassure you in my A/N at the end of the last chapter but I plain forgot, so sorry!) Anyway, here's the new chapter. Hope you enjoy!

unnamed guest: Thank you, glad you thought it was the perfect start to the new part. Questions about Tyrion should be answered (somewhat) in this chapter, and of course Jaime, Lana and Tywin are back. I can promise a Tywin/Robb scene but you shall have to be patient for a few more updates. I'm also planning a chapter entirely from Tywin's POV later on ;) As for the children thing, see my A/N above, sorry if I worried you there! Thank you so much again, hope you enjoy the new update!

dhh: Other reviewers who were concerned about Amy questioned me in a polite and non-aggressive manner, perhaps you could take a leaf out of their book? I have not once said that Amy is infertile, because she isn't. Just because she hasn't had a baby yet it doesn't mean she won't. Quite frankly your review was rude. Sorry you're "so disappointed" with such an "utterly boring" story line, but I'm rather disappointed with the "review" you left. I can only hope since you're "done" with my story that you can at least be a little kinder to others if you comment on their work.

FAndomlifeCRazy101: Thank you, glad you liked it. Hope you enjoy this one too!

Guest: Hi there, you commented on chapter one but I was a bit confused since you were asking where Steffon is? If you are still reading then he will make an appearance in a few chapters time!

Right-ho folks, on with the chapter!

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Reunited

The full force of Casterly Rock hit him as they rounded the next corner and came out of the thicket of trees. They had come through Oxcross an hour before and Amy had told him it was just over an hours ride to the Rock from there. He had expected to glimpse it sooner but there always seemed to be something in the way, whether it be mountain or trees. Now there was nothing in his way and all he could do was stare at the gigantic expanse of stone. He understood now why Amy missed this place as he stared up at the thick walls, the seemingly hundreds of turrets and thousands of windows that seemed to shimmer in the bright sunshine. It was a towering expanse, such a commanding presence on the horizon. His eyes slid away then, slid to the vast, never-ending sea of blue that he knew Amy missed so much and he smiled in slight awe, understanding well enough why she would miss such a thing. It was beautiful. His eyes went to her then and he saw the smile on her own face as she gazed up at her family home that was coming steadily close to them. She turned her head then, as though sensing his eyes on her and her smile widened.

"What do you think?" she asked him softly.

"Incredible," he told her honestly and she beamed at him.

"You see that tower there?" she pointed to the one that looked like the biggest to him.

"Yes," he replied.

"That's where the family reside," she told him, "aside from my grandfather, he has one of his own," she continued, pointing at a smaller tower near the first.

"And what about guests?" he asked her teasingly.

"I think we count as family," she rolled her eyes and he chuckled.

"Will your father not give us separate chambers?" he continued and she shook her head exasperatedly.

"He can try," she said and he laughed again at her dark tone of voice.

"I rather like the idea of you stealing into my chambers in the dead of night to have your wicked way with me," he said lowly, grinning at the light blush that rose up on her cheeks.

"I'm sure you do," she said lightly, "but then … what if we were caught?"

"Doubtless your father would string me up," he said and she snorted, "but doubtless it would be worth it."

"You have a vivid imagination Robb," she said in amusement then.

"Is that really so hard to imagine?" he countered.

"You're my husband, not some lustful squire hell-bent on stealing my virtue," she said.

"Did that happen?" he asked and she leant over to swat at his arm.

"No it did not!" she exclaimed and he laughed again at her scandalised tone.

"I'll bet more than one of them thought about it," he said.

"Well not one acted on it if they did," she said.

"Wise men," he smiled, thinking of her father's reaction if any man so much as looked for too long in her direction.

Amy merely shook her head at him and turned her attention back to the Rock then and Robb did the same. He imagined they would be riding up to the gate in mere minutes and he swallowed hard. He wasn't too nervous about seeing Amy's parents again, especially not her mother, but he couldn't deny that the thought of meeting her grandfather made him nervous. Tywin Lannister, the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms so they said. Robb wasn't sure what to make of him. While Amy seemed to love him very much she was always a lot vaguer when it came to talking about him than when she spoke of her parents or her uncle. He was very much looking forward to meeting Tyrion, Amy's voice was always laced with excitement when she spoke about him and from her stories he could imagine that he was immensely good fun to be around.

The gates were looming closer now and he turned to look at the men, all of whom seemed to be gazing up at the Rock with incredulous expressions on their faces. Robb smiled slightly and wondered if that was what he had looked like when he'd first set eyes on it. The gates clanked up surprisingly quickly as he approached and the guards at the gatehouse all came out to bow to them, a few calling up a greeting to Amy. She beamed at them and waved and Robb could see in their eyes just how dazzled they were by her action. Not that he could blame them, she still stunned him and he had been married to her for a year. Through the tunnel of rock they went for a moment before coming out into a small courtyard. Thankfully Amy took the lead then, guiding them down an alleyway that was likely wide enough that two carts could be pulled along it side by side with ease. They were approaching what Robb imagined was the main keep and his thoughts were confirmed in the next moment as the doors were opened, several people filing out. Amy quickened her pace slightly then and he followed suit, pulling up when she did and dismounting at once. He came to her side and helped her down, her hand slipping into the crook of his arm as they walked towards where her parents were waiting.

He wondered why she did not run straight to them and embrace them the way she had at Winterfell but then his eyes caught the older man stood next to them. That, he assumed, must be her grandfather. He swallowed hard, bowing before those stood to greet them as Amy dropped down into an elegant curtsey, her hand not leaving his arm. When they straightened up again she let go of his arm and this time she did move to embrace her mother. "Gods I've missed you, I'm so glad to be here again," he heard her say, her voice rather muffled in the embrace she was receiving. "Stark," her father greeted him, a small smile playing about his lips as he held his hand out to him. Robb took it and wondered if her father was deliberately trying to crush his bones, he smiled despite it and thankfully Ser Jaime soon let go as it was his turn to greet Amy. "It's lovely to see you again Robb," her mother smiled warmly at him then and he had no qualms about taking the hand she extended. "And you, my Lady," he smiled back at her, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand before he let it go again.

"Amella," he turned at the new voice, seeing Amy turn towards her grandfather and take a few steps closer to him. He moved himself a little, not sure which Lannister man he wanted to be nearer to at this point, watching Tywin greet Amy carefully. Tywin reached a hand up to gently take Amy's chin and tilt her head slightly and Robb seemed to hold his breath. In the next moment a small smile graced the older man's features and he felt instant relief. "The North agrees with you," he stated, "or perhaps it is your husband?" he continued, his eyes flickering to Robb, something that almost looked like amusement dancing in them. "Perhaps both," Amy said then and Robb knew even though he couldn't see her face that she was smiling. "Perhaps both," her grandfather agreed then, pecking her lightly on the cheek before he took a few steps towards Robb and held out his hand. "We meet at last young Stark," he said, his eyes searching as he looked Robb over. "It's a pleasure my Lord," Robb said courteously, taking the hand he offered. Like Ser Jaime, Tywin squeezed rather hard but again Robb smiled and thankfully he let go after a few moments.

"Where is uncle Tyrion?" Amy asked in a confused tone then and Robb moved his attention back to her. "That is a very good question," her father replied and Robb saw a rather exasperated look in his eyes. "He went out to Lannisport with a few guards and squires yesterday evening to celebrate his coming nuptials," her mother sighed, "and he has not been seen since."

"Oh," Amy said, disappointment evident in that one simple word.

"Likely he is sleeping it off in a stable somewhere," her father said.

"He will be back before dinner tonight I'm sure," her mother said soothingly.

"I do hope so," Amy said, "has his betrothed arrived yet?"

"She will arrive from Sarsfield in a few days," it was her grandfather who answered her.

"How lovely," Amy smiled, "is he excited?"

"You will have to ask him that," her father said.

"We ought to get you two settled in the keep," her mother said then, "your men will be well taken care of, and the stable boys will see to the horses. Come."

Amy smiled in amusement from where she was reclining back on the sofa as Robb came in from the adjoining washroom, the look of wonder still evident in his eyes. His blue orbs had almost fallen from his head when they had stepped into the chambers they would be occupying for the duration of their stay. Her mother and father had put them in guest chambers to her surprise, thinking that perhaps they would be glad of the additional space. Amy wasn't entirely sure why they needed a separate living area and an extra bed chamber but she didn't question it. She forgot all about the chambers then as Robb came closer to her, a most familiar look in his deep, blue eyes. A smile graced her lips then as she shifted her legs so he could sit down next to her before laying them in his lap. "What do you think?" she asked after a moment, her eyes fixed on him. "I'm not sure why we need so much space," he said honestly and she smiled. "I'm sure we will find a use for it," she said lightly and he fixed his gaze on her, the look of lust in his eyes intensifying.

She let out a little surprised cry in the next moment as he suddenly grabbed at her legs, moving his body swiftly so he came between them, slowly easing the material of her dress up inch by inch. His rough hands felt so good on her bare skin and she exhaled deeply in satisfaction, leaning further back into the cushions of the sofa. He moved his body so he could lean over her then, his lips coming to kiss the exposed flesh of her breasts as his hands wandered up her thighs. She sighed in satisfaction, a small murmur of pleasure leaving her lips as his own worked their way up to her neck and towards her jawline. His hand came to cup between her legs then and she gasped, his mouth covering hers in the next moment, kissing her deeply as his hand began to move against her in the way that always had her craving him in an instant. It felt like fire between her legs as Robb continued his motions and in the next moment she arched her back up into him as he slid two fingers inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he began to rock them in and out of her agonisingly slowly. Gods she wanted him. Needed him.

She let her own hands trail down his chest, loosening the ties on his shirt as she went. When she reached the laces of his breeches he groaned out, the feel of it vibrating in her mouth making her crave him even more. Just as she made to unlace him a knock sounded on the door and their lips moved from one another's at once. "Oh not now," Amy practically whined, her stomach coiled in knots as Robb's fingers continued to move; "not now … not now …" She moved to push Robb away but he pinned her in place, his fingers moving faster and she had to bury her head against his shoulder to stifle her moan. Another knock sounded at the door then as Robb's thumb circled around her bud, her head spinning as he pushed her closer and closer. "Just a moment!" Robb called out, his other hand clamping in the hair at the base of her neck to keep her pressed against his shoulder to stifle her moans. Amy clenched her own hands in his curls, her stomach so tight now it was painful as he pushed her right to the very brink, her world collapsing down around her in the next moment. Robb's hand unclenched from her hair then as his fingers slipped from her, her own hands releasing him so she could collapse down against the cushions again, breathing hard.

Robb shifted up and away from her then, sending her a wink and a cheeky grin as he righted his shirt and went towards the door. "Robb wait!" she hissed at him, finally managing to pull herself up, furiously righting her skirts as she tried to arrange herself on the sofa in a manner that didn't tell their visitor that her husband had just utterly satisfied her moments before. He opened the door then and she shifted again, her hand quickly trying to right her hair. "Forgive the intrusion my Lord, my Lady Lannister thought you would be in need of refreshment." It was a maid. Thank the Gods for that, she had been half expecting her father. "Thank you," Robb said, "I think we are indeed in need of refreshment," he continued, his eyes dancing with amusement as he set them on her. "I will trouble you no longer my Lord, my Lady," she curtseyed to them both once she had set the tray down and went for the door again. Both Amy and Robb let out a burst of relieved laughter when she closed the door behind her, Robb collapsing down on the sofa next to her. "Gods, part of me thought that was your father," he voiced her own thoughts then as he ran a hand through his hair. "So did I," she agreed, contemplating him for a moment before smacking his thigh playfully; "you are a bad man Robb Stark."

Tyrion hadn't returned for dinner and Amy was irked as she walked back down the hallways towards the guest chambers. Robb's fingers laced firmly with hers didn't even soothe her irritation as her mind worked furiously. Her mother had been full of reassuring words but Amy hadn't been convinced, she had seen the look her father and grandfather shared and it filled her with unease. Something was wrong. They were keeping something from her she just knew it but she had known better than to confront them. She was a woman grown now, not some petulant child, and so she had kept her mouth shut during dinner as was proper, and quietly seethed over her uncle's absence. Robb had noticed her irritation but he too had said nothing, merely keeping a firm grip over her hand whenever they had not been eating. She was thankful for that, even if she wasn't that sure it had helped all that much. When they rounded the next corner she stopped dead, her eyes widening. "Uncle Tyrion!" she burst out in the next moment, dropping Robb's hand and practically running towards him.

His own eyes lit up, a grin on his face as she dropped down to her knees and embraced him fiercely. "I've missed you so much, I cannot believe how long it has been!" she exclaimed as he held her back tightly. "I've missed you my dear," he murmured back, "you must forgive me for not being here when you arrived." She pulled back then to look at him. Really look at him. He was still smiling but there was something in his eyes that she didn't like the look of. It almost looked like sadness and it made her frown slightly. "No matter," she said gently, "you're here now, that's all that matters."

"Yes, here I am," he agreed, "and here you are. And here … this must be the husband …"

"This is Robb," Amy confirmed, rising up to her feet again and ushering him closer.

"Robb Stark, a pleasure," Tyrion said, his eyes roving over the pair of them.

"The pleasure is mine my Lord," Robb smiled.

"Tyrion is fine," he waved his hand dismissively, "come now lovebirds, won't you share a drink with me so I can probe you for your secret to a happy marriage …"

"Gladly uncle Tyrion," Amy agreed with a slight laugh as they followed him down the hallway to his own chambers.

Amy still thought there was something slightly off about her uncle as he bid them sit down while he went to pour them some wine. He had always been fond of large measures but he was filling the glasses to the brim. Amy glanced at Robb then with a tiny frown on her face to which he raised his eyebrows slightly. She shrugged one of her shoulders slightly and he cocked his head to one side. A little smile adorned her face for a moment then, mirrored in his own expression. She was still amazed every day that she could have a conversation with him without uttering a word. Tyrion came towards them then and handed them both a glass almost overflowing with red. Amy thanked him, as did Robb and Tyrion moved back towards the side table to pick up his own glass. "To a family reunited," he declared, raising his glass, "and the new addition," he inclined his glass and head to Robb before raising his glass to his lips. Amy followed suit and shuddered slightly, the taste of the Northern wine familiar yet unexpected. Again she shared a look with Robb and he frowned slightly.

"Northern wine," he commented and she was glad he had mentioned it so she didn't have to. Tyrion had never been one to drink such strong wine.

"Yes," Tyrion confirmed, taking a large gulp, "I thought it would make you feel at home."

"How thoughtful," Robb said with a smile that Amy tried to copy.

"You don't look pleased my dear," Tyrion said; "would you prefer some Arbor Gold?"

"This is fine," she said, "I have grown rather used to Northern wine in the past year, though I am surprised to see you take such a liking to it."

"Amazing what can change in such a time apart," he said, draining his glass now.

"Are you excited about meeting your betrothed?" Amy tried then as Tyrion poured himself another large measure.

"Geanna Sarsfield," he uttered her name almost like a curse and again she glanced at Robb who was definitely frowning now.

"I'm sure she's excited," Amy went on, ignoring his tone.

"Yes I'm sure she's thrilled that she will soon be married to the little monster from the Rock," he almost spat and Amy flinched.

"Uncle Tyrion … you shouldn't –," she began but he held up a hand to cut her off.

"Ignore me Amy, it's the wine," he said, shaking his head.

"But -," she started again but was cut of this time by a knock on the door.

"Come!" Tyrion called, his voice rather slurred now as his wine swilled around in his glass.

"Ah, you have other guests, and here I thought we would be alone brother," her father smiled as he entered the room and she sent him a rather insistent look to which he frowned.

"Wine brother?" Tyrion asked of him, already moving to pour him a glass.

"As if I could refuse," her father said, his eyes sliding back to hers.

"Robb! Amy! Let me top up your glasses!" Tyrion demanded then, coming back towards them.

"No thank you uncle Tyrion," Amy said at once, "Robb and I ought to retire, it's been a long day."

"And a long night awaits no doubt for you young lovers," Tyrion slurred, tugging her half empty glass from her hands and draining it in one.

"Tyrion," her father growled warningly as Amy blushed slightly.

"Just a jape," Tyrion held his hands up in surrender as Amy and Robb rose up to their feet.

"Goodnight uncle Tyrion," Amy said, "goodnight father," she reached up to kiss him on the cheek before moving to the door.

"Goodnight sweetheart," he returned, "Robb," he added with a slight grimace.

"Goodnight to both of you!" Tyrion swept into an exaggerated bow.

"Goodnight," Robb replied as Amy edged out of the door, "it was nice meeting you."

Lanette looked up in surprise as Jaime entered their chambers, slamming the door rather more forcefully than she felt was necessary. She frowned and set her brush back down before rising from the vanity and crossing to him as he was unlacing his doublet in what she could only describe as a furious manner. "You do not look like a man who is happy to have his daughter home," she commented, cocking her head to one side, "what's happened?"

"First my father," he growled, tossing his doublet aside angrily; "demanding to know why Amy is not showing any sign yet of being with child. As if I would know. As if I would even want to know. And then Tyrion – drunk again! And in front of Amy this time the Gods damn it!"

"Did she say anything?" Lanette asked him, coming ever closer so she could rest her hands on his upper arms and rub up and down them soothingly.

"She didn't need to, I could see it in her eyes … she knows something's wrong Lana. She knew when she arrived, she knew at dinner and she definitely knows now," he seethed.

"I wish I could do something," she said sadly, "but the more I try to speak with him, the more I try and reassure him the more he doubts me. I swear he has no hope whatsoever that his marriage will be a happy one. She has not even arrived and he is convinced she will despise him."

"I know," he said heavily, shaking his head, "I have tried my best as well, Gods, even father has tried but nothing we have said has altered his thinking. I just don't know what to do anymore Lana."

"Perhaps there is nothing we can do," she said, "perhaps all we can do is wait for her to arrive and pray that things work out."

"Perhaps," he muttered distractedly and she sighed heavily.

"Can we just forget about this for one night?" she asked him, her eyes meeting his, "Amy's home, we ought to be happy about that at least."

"I'm thrilled about that," he assured her and she saw the sincerity in his eyes. "In truth I had hoped her being here would help things but if I'm honest I think it's made it worse."

"What do you mean?" she asked him with a frown.

"Seeing her and Robb together," Jaime raised his brows, "I don't think it helped Tyrion much to see that. I mean, they weren't flaunting their happiness on purpose but you know how they are Lana, even when they're just sat together it shines from them. It just made it worse for Tyrion seeing them, he's so convinced he will never have anything close to it."

"Did he say that?" she asked him, her eyes wide.

"Not in so many words," he replied, "but he made it clear enough. Gods, what a mess …"

"What a mess," she agreed sadly.

"But what else can we do?" he asked almost desperately.

"I don't know," she shook her head, "nothing at this moment anyway. Best we just go to bed Jaime, things always look better in the morning."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that one guys! I will get another up for you later in the week/weekend. Thanks as always for reading!

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