A/N: New chapter folks, and the last one of part three, there will be a bit of a time jump to part four but it should be obvious when you read it how long it's been. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this one!

unnamed visitor: Amy has quite a few decisions to make but regarding her speaking with Jaime and Lanette you should see below! She won't leave without Robb, sorry if it seemed as though that's what she was saying, she meant that they would both leave after Robb attends the wedding and she stays away. About your PS, I don't want to say yes or no for spoilers sake, only that everything is under consideration. Thank you so much as always, hope you enjoy the new chapter!

Guest: You're very welcome!

Guest: Amy is definitely struggling with how best to deal with this, obviously she wants to run away from it all but deep down she's just a scared little girl who probably wants a hug from her father more than anything. Hopefully this chapter will answer how Jaime and Lanette are feeling about the situation, I hope you enjoy it and thank you very much!

Boramir: Thank you, it certainly is a mess! Sorry if it seemed that Amy was leaving without Robb, that isn't the case, she just won't be going to the wedding (they would leave together afterwards.) I agree that she needs to speak with Lanette more than anything, and yes, her being pregnant is a very good thing with regard to making up excuses about her erratic behaviour!

Right-ho folks, on with the chapter!

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Departed

Convincing his parents that he and Amy needed to leave right after the wedding had been almost too easy for Robb. It hadn't been hard to get them to agree to it since he had gone to them in such a state of panic, rambling on desperately about how sick she was with the baby and how he wanted her back at Winterfell and near a Maester he trusted. The Queen had inadvertently helped him in his cause, having mentioned to his mother how Maester Pycelle was known to take liberties with some young women. His father had also agreed that it might be best that he go home and relieve Bran of the lord's responsibilities. Robb agreed, he agreed to everything he had to because the end result was the agreement that a carriage would be arranged to take him and Amy back to Winterfell on the morning after the wedding.

He did feel guilty, stood here in the Great Sept waiting for Sansa to be led in on the arm of their father, knowing he would not be here to see her crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. At least he was here for her wedding, that's what he kept telling himself as he stood stiffly at the side of his mother and tried to ignore the frequent glances from his good-parents and Amy's grandfather. They would have questions for him at the feast, he was certain of that but he had given Amy his word that he would not even whisper that they were leaving in the morning. He had tried to convince her to at least talk to them but she was adamant that she wasn't ready, convinced that she wouldn't be able to love her father the same way anymore if she faced him so soon.

Robb wasn't sure it was the best thing but given how he had hurt her he felt he could do nothing else now but support her in any decision she made. That being said he couldn't help but think that her parents would find out about their planned departure anyway. It would only take one word from either of his own parents for them to find out. Robb could only hope that in the following feast they would all be caught up with other people and unable to engage in conversation. He took a breath, refusing to dwell on it as murmurs from behind him and movement from the King and the High Septon told him that Sansa had made her entrance. It only took a moment for her to draw level to where he and their mother were standing, a light blush on her cheeks at the complimentary murmuring that was surrounding them.

She had wide smile on her face and Robb had to admit that she looked every inch a Queen as their father walked her up the steps of the dais where the King was waiting with his hand outstretched. Gods he hoped that Steffon Baratheon would at least try and make his sister happy, at least try and keep his infidelities to himself if he must continue with them. He watched as they shared a smile, the Septon speaking up to ask for the cloaking. Sansa bowed her head meekly as the King moved to unfasten her maiden's cloak, handing it aside to a squire before he swept the black and gold cloak of house Baratheon around her neck. When she lifted her head again Robb noticed the smile on her face and the easy way she offered her hand back to her soon-to-be husband.

The High Septon wrapped the ribbon around their entwined hands, imploring them to say the words that would bind them together for the rest of their days. He wished Amy was at his side at this moment, remembering their own wedding despite the differences in the ceremony. He wanted to slip his hand into hers and share a smile with her as they thought on their own happy day. It made him feel almost bitter but he forced the feelings away and managed a smile as he brought his hands together to clap the newly married couple. It struck him, as the King led Sansa down from the dais, that his sister was now Queen, the most important woman in the Kingdoms. It didn't seem real, and one look at her face told him that she didn't quite believe it either. His smile came easier when she met his eyes and he inclined his head slightly to her, seeing her do the same back to him before she was led passed them and out of the open doors to be greeted by the waiting crowds.

"Where is Amella?" Jaime stiffened as his father came up behind him, trying to keep his face neutral as he turned to face him. "She's ill," he said calmly, "with the baby, she didn't want to risk making a scene at the Sept." His father fixed him with a searching gaze for a long moment before he nodded his head in understanding. "Has the Maester been to see her?" his father asked and Jaime shook his head. "There is not much the Maester can do, best she just rest," Jaime said and he nodded again. "Very well, I suppose Amella knows best," he said before picking a glass of wine from a tray a passing serving girl was carrying before turning and walking back towards the high table.

Jaime looked towards Robb then who was skulking around near the back of the grand hall, their eyes meeting fleetingly. He took a step towards him, intending on telling him in no uncertain terms that he wanted to see his daughter. To explain. Amy knowing was bad enough. Amy knowing and keeping herself away from him deliberately was even worse. She had been excited about the wedding, full of smiles and hardly able to wait for the occasion. Now she had missed it, stayed away on purpose because she didn't even want to be in the same room as him. Jaime just needed to be able to explain it to her, try and make her understand somehow. He took another step towards Robb but a hand closed around his wrist as he did so.

He turned to find himself face to face with Lanette. Who else? "Don't even think about it," she said quietly but firmly, "the last thing we need is you antagonising him and making a scene." Jaime scowled at her but she didn't relinquish her hold on his wrist. "I have to see her Lana, surely you must understand that…I have to see her, to try and explain it to her…" he said desperately and her features softened. "I'll talk to him," she said soothingly, her hand unclenching from his wrist and running up and down his forearm. "You just stay here and try to stop looking so miserable," she urged him and he finally nodded his head, watching her walk away from him with his heart pounding, hoping that she would succeed in her endeavour.

"Robb, I don't believe you, you know I don't, so why don't you stop this and tell me exactly what is going on with my daughter before I go up there myself!" Lanette hissed. She had tried coaxing Robb gently and with soothing words of understanding but the more he clammed up and relayed his excuses over and over the more wound up she got. It was a damn good thing that Jaime had not come over, he would have been just as wound up as her but he would not have taken it nearly as well. The last thing they needed was a scene, but she needed Robb to understand that she needed to see her daughter now more than she had ever needed to see her. "Please Robb," she tried pleadingly, "I am her mother…I have not been this desperate to see her since she was born and I woke up without her. Please…"

He seemed to want to look away from her eyes, glancing back every few moments and shifting nervously from foot to foot before he opened and closed his mouth several times. Lanette stayed quiet, watching him clearly wrestling with his own inner demons. She could only hope his sympathy for her would win out over his desire to keep whatever promise Amy had sworn him to. Lanette felt bad for making him break more words to her but this time it was different. "I swore to her I would say nothing," he said lowly and she nodded her understanding, reaching out to take his hand. "I know," she said, "and believe me if I thought her hiding away was the best thing for her I would leave her be. But I have been there…I know some of what she is feeling now and she needs to hear it from me that she can get passed this and forgive Jaime."

"I don't think she should run away," Robb said lowly, his eyes darting around, "but that is exactly what she wants to do and what else could I do but agree to it? She's set on it and it's all arranged, we are leaving tomorrow at first light. As far as my mother and father are concerned it's all my own idea, that I want her back with a Maester I can trust since she is so sick with the baby. Truth be told my father would prefer me there anyway, he wasn't happy about leaving Bran in charge…The thing is, once we are back at Winterfell I am afraid she will never want to leave again. Believe me…I love that she thinks of it as home, but it can't be good for her to cut herself off from you and her father forever. Despite what he's done she loves him…I just wish I had the words, or the time, to convince her to face it."

"Let me find the words," Lanette implored him, squeezing his hand tightly, "give me a little time with her Robb, please…" Robb had an agonised look in his eyes as he was clearly torn over the best thing to do but he finally nodded his head heavily. "Thank you," she whispered, squeezing his hand again before letting it go. "Only you," he said, meeting her eyes, "I'll come up with you and wait outside…if she gets upset then you'll have to leave her." Lanette nodded her own agreement at that, glancing to make sure Tywin didn't have a beady eye on her before she turned back to Robb and inclined her head for him to lead the way. She followed him out, looking back once more to see no one paying any attention but Jaime. Somehow she managed to send him a strained smile and incline her head to him before she passed through the doors and out of his sight.

Amy heard the click of the door opening and immediately brought a smile to her face. She wouldn't bring Robb down today, determined that she would ask him about the wedding. It was true she wanted all the detail, the guilt at not being there nagging in the pit of her stomach. Just as she and Sansa had been getting along better as well… Her smile faltered when it wasn't Robb who walked in but her mother. She faltered for a moment, her bottom lip trembling slightly of its own volition. In the next second she was on her feet and in her mother's arms, breathing in that comforting scent which she had craved these last days despite being adamant that she wanted to see no one. Her mother only seemed to tighten her hold on her as she forced down a sob, almost crushing Amy but she didn't care, she was just so glad to be in her arms.

"We should talk Amy," her mother finally breathed and she stiffened, pulling away from her embrace with some difficulty and taking a few shaking breaths. "I don't know if I want to hear it," Amy confesses and her mother looked at her sympathetically. "I know that feeling," she smiled slightly wryly before she gestured to the chairs in front of the fire; "shall we?" Amy nodded her head and retreated back to where she had been sat before, her mother taking the seat opposite her and arranging her skirts in a rather nervous manner. It was almost as though she was putting off speaking again and Amy was more than happy to let her do it, to put it off forever if she so desired.

"I'm sorry you found out the way you did," she finally spoke; "your father and I had planned to sit you down…to explain it all to you. How in the name of the Gods we were going to do that I don't know. He felt so guilty, burdening Robb with such a secret, he didn't want him to keep something so terrible from you for the entirety of your marriage…"

"How did you do it?" Amy asked her quietly, her own hands fisting in the silks of her dress. "Do what?" her mother asked her with a slight frown. "Forgive him," she said simply and understanding dawned on her mother's face. "It took a long time," her mother nodded slightly; "it took us getting away from the Capitol and making a home at the Rock. When my mother died…" she took a shuddering breath and Amy reached out for her hand; "…when my mother died Jaime was the only thing I had to cling to. I was still terrified of your grandfather and Tyrion was so young, I couldn't burden him with that. You weren't even born…your father was so good with me. I loved him Amy; that was the simple truth. I loved him before I found out, I loved him through my pain…and I still love him now because he is a good husband and a wonderful father."

"But he…what he did with…her it…it's such a sin…I can't even…" Amy could barely get the words out but her mother seemed to understand, squeezing her hand a little more tightly. "I can't make you understand. It has been years and I don't even understand it, I don't even know if they understand it themselves. It happened Amy and that cannot be changed no matter how much everyone involved regrets it ever happening. Your father made a horrible mistake…but please don't punish him for this when he has done nothing but love you from the moment you came into this world."

"I don't want to punish him, I love him…" Amy took a shuddering breath, "but it hurts so much that all of this was kept from me for so long. I thought there were never any secrets between us, that's how it always was growing up. You taught me to tell the truth, even if the truth was bad. And now…"

"I know Amy, believe me I know," her mother spoke up again before she could get any more words out; "but when could we have told you something like this? For so many years you were too young, and then when you grew old enough you were to go to Winterfell. How could we tell you something like that before you went away? What if you never came back? I could not have borne that Amy, and it would have destroyed your father…it still will, if you leave tomorrow without a word to him…"

"Robb told you," Amy nodded her head, not sure whether to be irritated with him or not. "Robb wants what's best for you and I think he knows as well as I do that you will regret this if you leave without at least seeing him," her mother said firmly and Amy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to agree, to let her mother bring her father and let him sweep her into his arms and tell her all would be right with the world. She wanted to believe him. The other part of her was still terrified that it would be different between them, wanted to hide away from it all. To run away with Robb back to their home and wait for their baby to be born. She took a long breath, meeting her mother's eyes which were practically begging her, pleading with her. Slowly she nodded her head and a breath of relief came from her mother before she leant forwards and embraced Amy again. "I'll bring him here to you," her mother breathed; "thank you Amy."

Jaime had never been more nervous in his entire life than he was now. Not on his wedding day. Not the day Amy was born. Never. This was it, perhaps his one and only chance to make his daughter understand, to make her forgive him. Lanette's hand was tight in his as they rounded the corner and slowly walked down the hallway towards the chambers where she and Robb resided. From what Lanette had told him, Robb had been just as desperate to get Amy to talk to him as he had, and for that his good-son would have his eternal gratitude. Maybe, just maybe, things could one day get back to the way they once were between them all. Cersei was nagging at the back of his mind as well, he knew that he really ought to let her know that Amy had found out the truth. She had actually smiled for most of the day today though and he didn't have the heart to ruin it for her.

"Ready?" Lanette asked and he snapped out of his increasingly confused thoughts to find that they had arrived outside the door to Amy and Robb's chambers. He took a breath and nodded determinedly before he raised his hand and knocked softly on the wood. No voice called for them to come in and his heart sped up alarmingly fast in his chest. Before he could voice any concern to Lanette the door slowly opened to reveal Robb. He sent a rather strained smile to them before opening the door wide enough for them to come in, stepping aside and gesturing for them to do just that. Jaime dropped Lanette's hand as they came into the room, his eyes finding Amy as she slowly stood up from her seat by the fire and turned her eyes on him.

He had no words for her, seeing her face pale and her eyes uncertain as she took a shaky step towards him. That she was not cringing back away from him almost made Jaime want to break down and weep in relief but he managed to hold himself together, taking his own tentative step towards her. Still she didn't move back and before he could help himself he had closed that gap between them and all but dragged her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his emotions welling up now as he felt her hands come to rest on his back, her body leaning into him rather than pulling away. "I'm so sorry Amy, it was never supposed to be this way," he whispered against her hair as her hands rubbed soothingly up and down his back. She was comforting him and knowing that made Jaime feel as though a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

After clinging to her a while longer he finally loosened his grip, stepping back a little as she did the same, her eyes meeting his. "I don't want to talk about it anymore," Amy said determinedly, "I don't even want to think about it anymore." Jaime nodded his head at that, he would agree to anything she wanted so long as he still had his precious little girl in his life. "Robb and I are going back to Winterfell tomorrow," she continued and it felt as though a stone had slipped down Jaime's throat and come to land heavily in the pit of his stomach. "Why?" it was Lanette who spoke up.

"Because I still need to get away from this, to make my head catch up with my heart," Amy said, "I love you, I love you both so much but I need to go home. I need to settle back at Winterfell and do what's best for my baby," she was glancing towards Robb now and Jaime saw him nod his head slightly towards her. "Would you not stay for the coronation?" again it was Lanette who spoke up and Amy was shaking her head at once.

"We have to go," Robb spoke this time; "it isn't just about Amy and the baby, my father was uncomfortable with leaving Bran in charge for so long. He is worried about how he will be coping and when I said that I wanted to take Amy back he was relieved that I would be going back to manage things. We can't just change our minds now, it will look even more suspicious that way. We are leaving in the morning and that's the end of it."

"Very well," Jaime nodded, his eyes tight as he determined to smile for them. Likely it had come out as more of a grimace but they seemed to have understood the gesture, strained smiles coming from both of them as well. "When the baby's born…" Amy trailed off, seemingly struggling with the next words; "when the baby's born you will be more than welcome to visit."

"Of course," Lanette was forcing her voice to come out brightly now, he could tell. "We can't wait," Jaime added, again doing his best to smile. "We have a long journey tomorrow," Amy said slightly awkwardly, glancing towards Robb. "Yes of course you do," Lanette said, coming forwards and pulling her into a tight embrace for a long moment. "Goodnight sweetheart," Jaime said as Lanette moved away from Amy, placing her hand on Robb's forearm for a moment before she turned away and made for the door. "I love you," Jaime said quietly and Amy nodded, biting down on her bottom lip before she allowed him to briefly embrace her again. "Goodnight," she said in a slightly strangled voice and he had to force himself to walk away from her.

He turned at the door to see her in Robb's arms and he had to look away, wrenching the door open and closing it firmly behind him when he had stepped out into the hallway. Lanette was waiting for him and he all but fell into her arms. "That was about as much as we could have expected," she soothed him, her hand running through his hair; "the real trouble will come when we tell your father she's leaving."

"We can blame Lord Stark," Jaime said wryly and Lanette snorted slightly. "Yes, I suppose we can," she agreed with him and he regretfully pulled himself out of her embrace so he could meet her eyes. "Do you think she'll ever truly forgive me?" he asked her and a smile tugged on her lips as she reached her hand up to stroke down his cheek. "I did, didn't I?" she reminded him and he nodded, "She just needs time Jaime, I think we all do. As much as I hate the thought of her leaving this way, I cannot deny that she might be right. It might be best that we all spend some time apart, really get our heads around what's happened."

"I know you're right," he said heavily, taking her hand and leading her back down the hallway, "but the irrational part of me just wants her with us." Lanette sighed, squeezing his hand tightly before she spoke; "you know she would be leaving a mere week from now anyway, even if they did stay for the coronation. Her home isn't with us anymore Jaime, she belongs with Robb at Winterfell."

It was barely dawn when they scuttled down the back steps, Grey Wind at their heels and their hands laced tightly together as they stepped out into the cold air. The carriage was waiting as promised, as were the men who had accompanied them to Casterly Rock in the first place. Another fifty had been added, some from Robb's mother and father's company and some by Amy's grandfather. He had come to see them the night before, just as they had been ready to sleep. He had been unhappy about their leaving but Robb had stood his ground and Amy had been so exhausted that her grandfather had had precious little trouble believing that she truly was awfully sick with the baby. In the end he had been all for their leaving, and offered up some of his best men to guard them on the journey.

Robb greeted them as they approached the carriage, one of the footmen hopping down and opening up the door for them. He thanked them, as did Amy at his side, before he helped his wife up into the carriage. "We'll leave right away," he said to the footman before he too hopped up into the carriage, the door being firmly closed behind him. "You are sure?" Robb asked for probably the thousandth time as he came to sit next to Amy, her hand finding his as he did so. "This is the best thing," she said certainly, "I'm glad I saw them last night, but this is the best thing for all of us."

"That's all I needed to hear," Robb smiled at her and she returned the gesture as the carriage jerked into motion, the sounds of hooves on the stones echoing all around them as they got on their way. Amy guided his hand to her stomach as they moved on and he rubbed at it affectionately as their eyes met. "Moving again," she reported to him and his smile widened. "I can only imagine they will be quite the handful," Robb said and she laughed slightly. "No doubt," she nodded, her expression turning serious after a moment; "we will be alright, won't we Robb?" she asked him and it was his turn to nod his head, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her temple. "Of course we will," he promised her; "everything will be alright in the end, I'm certain of it."

A/N: And so ends part three... I will have more for you as soon as I can, but I haven't written a word of the next chapter yet! I do know what I want to happen though so that should help!

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