A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the absence but I am back! Bad news is this is my last saved chapter and my next few weekends are spoken for. I will do what I can during the week but I don't know when the next one will be up. Hopefully soon, but no promises!

PLEASE READ: I wonder if you remember a while ago that I was nominated for some awards, well, I have got through to the final round of voting with 'Paying the Toll' and 'My Kingdom Come' in the 'All-Time Favorite Games of Thrones Fanfic' category which is just awesome. If I could possibly trouble those of you who have read and enjoyed one or both of those fics to head on over and vote again that would be amazing and I would be so grateful. Thank you so much, and here is the site you need to vote should you want to: fanaticfanficsawards . blogspot . co . uk

unnamed visitor: You're very welcome, glad I didn't keep you hanging too long with the aftermath. Thanks, I'm glad you like my all-new and improved Cersei, it's rather a new way of writing her for me. Glad you're happy about baby Stark, it will be a while yet but it's certainly on the way. Haha, I will not spoiler anything for you and I haven't written any Capitol scenes yet but your imagination sure seems fun!

Boromir: Thank you very much. People need to get themselves together before arriving at the Capitol that's for sure, they all need to be tight knit. Tywin will certainly be planning for any eventuality, but I can't see him letting anyone get in the way of his grandson sitting the throne!

Guest: Thanks very much, glad you like the new Cersei, she's rather refreshing to write. I couldn't possibly say... Sorry if some of the others seem too boring and happy but this is supposed to be my happy fic that avoids excessive drama haha.

Right-ho folks, onwards!

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Journey

Robb walked out into the yard to make sure that his and Amy's belongings had been brought down and packed up. Amy was paranoid that they might be forgotten in all the planning and uproar that had surrounded the Rock over the last few days. Robb was still in some kind of daze, coming to terms with everything that had happened in the space of four days. Through all the bad things he tried to focus on the overwhelming positive. Amy was pregnant. Even just thinking it made him want to grin like a child. His smile fell from his face though as he saw his good-mother and father in the courtyard already. He'd been avoiding both of them. It had been easy since Amy was so sick, she hadn't complained once about them dining in their chambers. In fact she had been grateful when he'd suggested it. Part of him felt guilty for using her condition to avoid her parents but the alternative was being around them and arousing Amy's suspicions.

"Have our things been brought down?" Robb asked a squire who was loading up one of the wagons. "Yes my Lord, they're already loaded on," he replied and Robb looked passed him to see that they were indeed already in place. "Thank you," Robb said with a grateful smile before he turned to walk back into the keep. "Robb, do you have a moment?" his good-mother called out to him and he could do nothing but turn and face her. "Is it important my Lady?" he asked, "I promised Amy I wouldn't be long." He hoped she'd tell him to forget it, that it wasn't important and that she didn't need him after all. Of course she didn't. "It won't take long," she said with a smile as she came towards him, "perhaps we could go out to the gardens?"

Robb couldn't say no, offering her his arm and allowing her to steer him in the right direction. Amy had taken him out to the garden a few times but he wasn't altogether sure he could remember the way. Neither he nor her mother spoke as they walked through them, heading towards the secluded area where no one else was ambling. He had been there with Amy, remembering backing her up against the great oak tree and making frantic love to her. Somehow he didn't think he would look back on this visit there with her mother quite so fondly. She was glancing around, likely to check that no one would overhear them before she let go of his arm and invited him to sit with her on the bench under the willow tree.

"Thank you," she said quietly after an intensely awkward few moments of silence. "What for my Lady?" he asked just as quietly, although he had a good idea what she meant. "The day I found out I was pregnant with Amy was the same day I found the man I love kissing his twin sister," she said then and he swallowed hard. "My Lady, you really don't have to -," he started but she cut him off. "The most wonderful news of my life followed by something so monstrous I could never have imagined it in my darkest nightmares," she whispered and he had the overwhelming urge to hold her hand and offer her some comfort but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. "Amy means everything to me," she turned to meet his eyes, "for a long time I hoped that the Maester would be proved wrong, that Jaime and I would be blessed with another child but it never happened. I've accepted now that it never will. Amy is the only child I have, the most precious thing in this world … if I lost her …" she trailed off, shaking her head.

"You're worried I'm going to tell her what I know," Robb concluded quietly, and she nodded her head, her eyes shining with tears. "My mother once told me a mother's love is inexplicable, completely incomparable and all consuming," he said and she nodded again; "obviously I will never know what that feels like but I love Amy, she consumes me … if I hurt her I would only hurt myself. I can't hurt her, not like that. Amy doesn't deserve that pain and I could never be the one to bring it to her."

"Her grandfather wanted you from the start," she smiled then, a tear slipping down her cheek, "I was so against it, I prayed and prayed that your father would say no. I didn't want Amy to go, especially not so far away, somewhere so inexplicably different from her home. Even when the letters came I still couldn't be happy, not truly happy. She was," she nodded vigorously, wiping her tears away, "she was ever so happy. When we came to Winterfell and I saw her that first time, completely absorbed in you, I was terrified and elated at the same time. I wanted my daughter to be loved above anything else but I was so terrified you would break her heart. I know now that you could never do that, I know you love her Robb. I know that."

"I'll try harder," Robb said, "if Amy suspects something has changed …"

"I know," she agreed as he tailed off.

"I'll do my best my Lady, I promise," he said sincerely and she managed a smile for him.

"Jaime's not a bad man Robb," she said, holding his eyes, "he was a weak and foolish man but he's not bad. I love him, despite what he did I always loved him. Perhaps that makes me weak, but he is a good husband, and he is a wonderful father."

"I see that," Robb nodded.

"But now you see what he did with her too," she smiled sadly, understanding in her eyes.

"Does it ever go away?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head, "but it gets easier to bury."

They were three days into the journey to the Capitol and Amy still couldn't seem to hold down anything she ate. It made her feel weak as they rode on, always exhausted when they stopped for the night to rest. Usually they stayed out in the open as there were so many in the procession. It was easier for a perimeter of guards to be set up at night that way as well. The Queen also preferred to stay out in the open so her tent could be put up next to the wagon bearing the King's coffin. Amy couldn't imagine the pain her aunt was in. She had barely seen her over the last week, no one had really, no one but her children. Whenever she did see her she was swathed in black, her face composed but her eyes full of unimaginable sadness. Amy looked over at Robb then who was walking towards her with food that she was certain she would balk at. She couldn't imagine ever losing him. It was little over a year since she had become his wife but she wasn't sure if she could ever go back to it just being her again. Robb made her whole, he was the part of her she hadn't known she was missing until she found him.

He handed a cup down to her when he reached her and she frowned slightly, taking a sniff of it, her stomach not churning for once. "What is it?" she asked him suspiciously as he settled down next to her. "Ginger tea," he told her, "I suddenly remembered my mother drinking it when she was sick with Rickon. She told me it eased the sickness enough that she could actually stomach eating some food, I thought perhaps it might help you." Amy smiled and took a sip of it, baffled as always at Robb's overwhelming thoughtfulness. "Thank you," she said warmly and he smiled back, turning his attention to the bowl of stew he had brought with him. Amy eyed it suspiciously as he tucked in, focusing instead on her tea, drinking all of it down before setting the cup aside and just waiting. Usually anything but water made her sick but so far there was no uneasy feeling in her stomach. Robb raised his brows then. "Well?" he asked, "Any better?"

"I don't feel sick," she said, "so progress at least." He smiled and picked up the bread roll that was resting on his knee, offering it to her. "Try a bit of bread," he coaxed and she took it from him and hesitantly tore a little from it. She popped the piece into her mouth and chewed slowly before swallowing it down. After a few moments she was satisfied for now that she wouldn't be sick and so she tore a larger piece from the roll, suddenly aware of exactly how hungry she really was. When she had swallowed down half of it without complaint from her stomach she turned and eyed Robb's stew that was emitting a delicious smell. That, she felt, had to be a good sign since usually just the smell of food made her want to be sick. Thinking she may as well push her luck she tore off a bit more bread and leant into him so she could dip it into the thick gravy. "Feel free to help yourself," he chuckled as she popped it into her mouth.

It tasted so good she couldn't resist dipping more bread in and eventually Robb sighed heavily. "Why don't you just take it?" he said, putting down his spoon and offering her the bowl. "No it's your dinner," she protested, "I just wanted to dip my bread in it." He rolled his eyes and shoved it into her hands before standing up. "Have it, I'll go and get some more," he said, straightening his doublet before he began making his way back towards the cooking area. "Could you bring me back some more bread?!" she shouted after him and she distinctly saw him shaking his head, and she imagined he was likely rolling his eyes as well.

He was back in a few minutes and she took the bread roll he offered her almost greedily, using it to soak up the last of the gravy from the stew she had just devoured. "Your appetite is back then," he said in amusement as he settled back down next to her. "Thanks to you," she smiled at him as he tucked into his second attempt at dinner. Amy eyed his food, thinking that she would probably easily manage another small serving. "You want more don't you," he said knowingly and she bit down on her lip. "I might be pushing my luck," she said worriedly, her stomach felt settled but sometimes the sickness just crept up on her. "Amy you've barely eaten in over a week, if you want more food then have more food," he told her and she picked up her empty bowl. "I am hungry," she conceded.

"You can always have some more tea before bed just in case," he said and she stood up as his words convinced her. "Best I sleep with a bowl next to the bed just in case," she said in a sing-song voice as she walked towards the food, hearing Robb snort behind her. She was just in luck, only one ladleful of the stew left when she arrived and she thanked the women who served it up for her gratefully. Again she eyed the few bread rolls that were left, deciding against taking one in the end and heading back towards Robb. He had just finished his own food when she arrived back and was now drinking heavily from a tankard. She eyed it suspiciously when he lowered it from his mouth. "Is that ale?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing. "No my sweet," he said wryly, "only water."

"Good," she smiled, "because I couldn't very well do this," she leant in to kiss him tenderly for a moment; "if you had been drinking ale now could I?" she raised her brows at him and he grinned as she pulled back to eat her stew. "I think that's worth forgoing ale," he said after a moment and she couldn't help but smile. "I never thought I'd be so happy at the sight of you eating," he said, "honestly Amy, I've hated seeing you so sick."

"It's hardly been pleasant for me," she said after she swallowed her mouthful, "but knowing what is going to come of it makes me so happy."

"Me too," Robb said as she turned to meet his eyes, seeing the joy dancing in his blue orbs.

"You're going to be an amazing father," she told him quietly then and his smile widened.

"You really think so?" he asked.

"I really know so," she corrected him and he moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she finished off her food.

"You're going to be the most incredible mother," he whispered, pressing his lips to her temple for a moment, "that is something I know."

Jaime had tried to avoid her but he could do so no longer, his own heart seemed to ache. His connection to his twin that he had long thought broken had been ignited again through her pain. He felt selfish for not wanting it, for wishing it away. Cersei was hurting, her heart in pieces and her mind no doubt reeling. He knew where she would be, sat with Robert's coffin as she was night after night, staring blankly out at nothing until someone, usually her son, would come and usher her to bed. Tonight it was him who was going to her because he felt he could stay away no longer. The sun was just about sinking down behind the horizon and the rest of the company were indulging in food and drink. They would be upon the Capitol in the morning and everyone was pleased that their journey would soon be at an end. Cersei looked up as he approached, faint surprise registering in her eyes which only made him feel more guilty.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," he said, coming to a halt a few feet from me.

"I don't blame you," she said quietly.

"I should have come," he said.

"You're not obliged to Jaime," she said and he shuffled nervously from foot to foot.

"I'm sorry about Robert, I know you loved him," he said.

"I did," she nodded, a wry smile tugging up at her lips.

"I was unfair," he said after a moment, "putting all the blame on you."

"Of course you did," she looked up to meet his eyes, "I was a selfish bitch."

"Cersei -," he started.

"It's true," she cut him off, "I didn't get to keep you but I didn't want her to have you either."

"It was a long time ago," he soothed her.

"You were everything I had when mother died, I didn't want to let that go," she said in a pained voice.

"I know, and part of me didn't want to either," he admitted.

"You were always the strong one Jaime," she smiled slightly.

"I'm not so sure about that," he snorted, hesitantly coming to sit next to her.

"In here," she said, resting her enclosed fist against her heart.

"Perhaps," he muttered.

"You were right to leave," she whispered; "what you have with Lanette is real and pure, not poisonous and twisted like we were."

"And you had the same with Robert," he murmured.

"Had," she repeated with a sad smile, "eventually."

"But you still had it, which is more than a lot of people can say," he said.

"When I saw you again I was terrified of how I might feel," she said after a few moments.

"So was I," he admitted.

"You're my brother," she stated, looking him dead in the eye.

"You're my sister," he returned, holding her gaze.

"That's all," she whispered.

"That's all," he agreed and she tentatively moved towards him as he hesitantly twisted towards her.

They embraced awkwardly, as he imagined most siblings did. He couldn't help but smile then. It had taken them over thirty-five years but finally they were behaving as they should. As they had when they were tiny and innocent with no concept of lust. He swallowed hard and pulled her closer to him, the other half of him, his twin he had once shared everything with. He could almost feel the years of separation and regret rolling between them and he knew she could feel them too in the way her fingers clenched tighter in his doublet. "I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I know," she whispered back, "so am I."

Eventually they pulled away from one another and shared a shy little smile. Somehow Jaime knew she wanted to say no more and so he simply stood, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. She moved her own hand to settle on his for a moment, squeezing lightly before she moved it away again. From her action he knew he was dismissed and so he walked away from her, leaving her alone to quietly mourn her husband. His heavy heart was lifted slightly but he still felt the guilt throbbing in the background as he walked back towards Lanette. She sent him a sympathetic smile, holding out a rough cup to him that he hoped to the Gods was full of wine. It was. He took a long drink of it before sighing heavily. "There's more," his wife said simply as he sat down next to her. "How was she?" she asked quietly then and he shook his head. "Devastated," he said simply, "but I know Cersei … eventually she will recover from this, women like her are always alright in the end."

"I never thought I'd feel anything towards her but disdain," she admitted.

"And I would never have blamed you for that," he said quickly and she smiled sadly.

"You and I still have one another Jaime," she said, leaning her head down against his shoulder.

"Yes," he agreed, turning his head to kiss her forehead.

"We're the lucky ones," she said quietly and he nodded slightly as they lapsed back into silence.

Lanette struck up light conversation with Geanna after a time, Tyrion was taking a bath and his wife had grown bored. Jaime greeted her politely enough but he had no desire to get drawn into conversation with them. Instead he let his eyes wander the camp, several fires now being lit as the sun sank lower in the sky. Amy and Robb were huddled by one of them, little over a stone's throw away from where he was sat with Lanette. They didn't seem to notice him for a long while, seemingly absorbed in one another. He could see their mouths forming words every now and again but mostly they just shared little smiles and affectionate glances. Once upon a time seeing his daughter with Robb had set him on edge and he had to battle to keep himself in check. He was still not overly fond of seeing it, especially when he leaned in to her and kissed her for far too long as he was doing now. When he saw that he still couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Putting that aside though, he knew his daughter was happy in her marriage. She and Robb were devoted to one another and he could no longer bring himself to resent the fact that she had been sent so far away. It didn't matter where she was, so long as she was smiling.

He had been worrying about her recently though, some days she didn't seem to eat much and on more than one occasion he had spotted Robb having to steady her balance as he helped her down from her horse. He had meant to ask Lanette about it but he was wary that she would just tell him to stop being so ridiculous. It was the health of their daughter though, surely she couldn't roll her eyes at him for being concerned about that? He decided to ask her now as he heard her and Geanna bidding one another goodnight, turning his head to her as she turned hers to him. "Is Amy alright?" he asked and she frowned at once, her eyes flickering to where their daughter was. "She looks perfectly happy to me Jaime, why?" her brow was still creased as she contemplated him. "Just a few things I've noticed, she's paler than usual … her appetite is different …" he trailed off, something like realisation dawning on him.

It was all but confirmed to him in the next moment as he snapped his eyes back to Robb and Amy in time to see his good-son sliding his hand across her stomach. Her own hand came to his and they shared one of those secret little looks that had wound him up no end when he and Lanette had gone to Winterfell for the wedding. Jaime wasn't sure if he had any words, he just felt rather dazed. Pleased for his daughter but terrified for her at the same time. "Have you worked it out yet?" Lanette asked him in an amused tone and he nodded slowly. "How long have you known?" he managed to ask her, tearing his eyes from Amy. "I don't know anything," she rolled her eyes, "Amy has said nothing to me. However, I have suspected since she fled from the parlour after that sip of wine."

"Of course," Jaime sighed out in understanding, all of it so clear to him now.

"I suspect it won't be long until we are formally told," Lanette said happily.

"No," he agreed, still feeling rather dazed.

"Grandparents, can you imagine?" she asked with a slight laugh and he put his arm around her.

"No I can't," he said honestly.

"You have a little time left to get used to the idea at least," she teased him.

"How is it our daughter is old enough to become a mother?" he asked disbelievingly.

"I think it may have something to do with her being old enough to be a wife," she replied.

"Don't remind me," he chuckled, poking her in the ribs lightly and making her squirm.

"Do you remember when she was just a tiny little thing, taking her first steps on the beach?" Lanette sighed wistfully and he smiled slightly at the memory.

"Remember when she learned to crawl and immediately barrelled into Tyrion's house of cards?" he asked in return and she snorted in amusement.

"She did that on purpose," she said, "he spent hours on that."

"She had her eye on him all afternoon," Jaime added.

"And as soon as you set her down on the floor …" she trailed off, shaking her head.

"Now look at her," he shook his own head, casting his eyes back over her.

"Giving someone else the run-around," Lanette smiled.

"She will be alright won't she?" he asked her fearfully.

"What do you mean?" she frowned.

"She's pregnant Lana," he said.

"She's strong," she reassured him at once.

"So were you," he said.

"And I'm still here aren't I?" she raised her brows expectantly.

"Thank the Gods," he murmured, "but it was too close for comfort, I don't think I'd cope if …"

"Stop," she cut him off firmly, "you can't think like that Jaime."

"I'm sorry, I know," he shook his head, "I just can't help it."

"She is going to be so excited, try not to fuss over her Jaime. We should enjoy it too," she implored.

"You're right," he turned back to her, "you're always so right Lana."

"And don't you ever forget it Jaime Lannister," she teased, leaning in to peck his lips.

"More," he said when she pulled away and she obediently came to kiss him again.

"Better?" she asked, pulling away after a long moment.

"I think we ought to retire early tonight wife," he practically growled at her and she smirked.

"I think you might be right," she raised a brow, "why should the young ones have all the fun?"

A/N: Right then, hope you enjoyed, I will update as soon as I can but unfortunately I am not in possession of a time-turner (if only right?)

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