A/N: Hey guys, sorry there's been no replies to your reviews for the last chapter. I have literally got back from work, updating this, and then having to rush back out again. This chapter is already later than planned, and I don't want to leave it another day. I figured you'd prefer the chapter instead of having to wait longer to get a reply. If you did have any burning questions in your review then please just ask me again, and I'll be sure to get back to you next time. Until then though, hope you enjoy this chapter. Catch you all later, and thanks to all of you!

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Bestowed

Jaime watched on nervously as his father turned the pages of the accounts ledger almost agonisingly slowly. Gods. He hoped everything was in order for the last few months. Given that he had not had Lanette to help him he was almost sure that he would have messed something up. His father's brows raised slightly, before he turned the pages back, a little frown setting in before he flicked back even further. A thoughtful expression adorned his features then, and Jaime held his breath as his eyes raised to meet his. "What happened here?" his father asked, turning the pages back again and tapping his forefinger against the parchment. Jaime moved forwards reluctantly, certain now that he must have made a mistake. His father didn't seem particularly angry though, so he could only hope that it was just a minor one.

"Where, exactly?" Jaime asked as he moved behind his father's chair. "Here," he was directed to the figures his father was referring to. Jaime's own brow furrowed as he studied them, not seeing any problem at all. "I don't know what you mean…they look perfectly fine to me," Jaime said slowly, hoping that he was not foolishly missing some glaringly obvious mistakes. "More than fine," his father responded, "there is more profit than usual. In this moon," he tapped the page, before turning several over again, "and this moon. Then it is as usual again. So, I ask again, Jaime. What happened here?"

"I, uhm…" Jaime searched his mind for an explanation. Only his father could see a few months of a better profit for the Rock as something to be suspicious about. Could he not just be glad of the extra coin and have done with it? It struck him then what was different about the dates. "Lana and I were at Winterfell, Tyrion was in charge," Jaime relayed to his father, and his brows raised at once. "Indeed," he said slowly, leaning back in his chair and fixing his eyes intently on the accounts in front of him. "There's nothing wrong, is there?" Jaime asked nervously. "Surely extra coin can only be a good thing?"

"Indeed," his father said again, and Jaime could almost see his mind working as he stared down at the figures. "I assume Lanette hasn't been helping you these past few moons," his father continued before Jaime could think of anything else to say. "You assume right, I preferred to have her not worry about such duties given her condition," Jaime responded, and his father nodded slowly. "You have done an adequate enough job, Jaime, but I think it best if your wife takes care of it next moon," he said with a sigh, and Jaime couldn't help but smile. "You know I never had any patience for sums, father," Jaime said in an amused tone, and his father's lips quirked up ever so slightly. "No, you only ever had patience for the yard. Nought much changes," he said almost wistfully.

"You could have asked Tyrion to aid you, seems he has quite the shrewd head when it comes to making coin," his father continued briskly, tapping his fingers against the accounts once more. "Would you fetch him for me, Jaime, there are several things I wish to discuss with him." Jaime frowned slightly at that, biting his lip for a moment and wondering if he should comment. He decided against it after a moment, making his way towards the door. "I'll not be long, father," he inclined his head, his father doing the same in response before he made his way out of the door and in search of his little brother.

He found him near the end of the hallway, giving instruction to a couple of squires. Jaime waited until he was finished, Tyrion turning to him expectantly after he had sent the squires on their way. "Need me for something, brother?" Tyrion asked jovially, clapping his hands together. "Father needs you, actually," Jaime told him, and Tyrion raised his brows. "He's in his study waiting," Jaime continued, and Tyrion nodded his head, his hands coming to twist together nervously. Jaime was about to offer to accompany him, but Cersei rounded the corner with Eleanor in the next moment, and Tyrion instantly put an easy smile on his face. "Ah, Jaime, I was hoping to find you," Cersei said, "Eleanor wants to see some of the sights, I thought you might take her for a ride along the cliffs."

"Please, Uncle Jaime!" Eleanor was bouncing on the balls of her feet, and Jaime knew he would be unable to refuse. The pleading look in her eyes was almost uncannily similar to the one that used to dance in Amy's whenever she had wanted something. He had never been able to refuse his daughter, and he knew well enough that he would not be able to refuse his niece either. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," Tyrion spoke up before he could. "Would you come too, Uncle Tyrion?" Eleanor asked him hopefully, but Tyrion shook his head. "Not this time, my dear princess, I have an appointment with my father, and you know it is best not to keep him waiting," Tyrion said, and Eleanor grinned at him, nodding her agreement. With that he met Jaime's eyes for a moment, before inclining his head to both him and Cersei before heading down the hallway towards their father's study.

"You will need sturdier shoes than those if we are to ride out," Jaime said pointedly when he had gone, nodding towards the toes of the silk slippers that were peeking from the hem of Eleanor's dress. "Yes," Cersei agreed at once, "go and put on your riding boots, and take a cloak with you." Eleanor agreed at once, practically skipping down the hallway towards her chambers. "Thank you for this, Jaime," Cersei said as soon as she was out of earshot, and he nodded slightly. "How is she finding it here?" Jaime asked, and Cersei smiled slightly, shrugging her shoulder. "During the day she's fine, she loves this place but…" she tailed off, shaking her head. "Bad dreams?" Jaime guessed, and Cersei nodded her head. "She gets them at the Capitol too, sometimes, but they seem worse here," she told him, and he sighed heavily.

"Perhaps some sea air will do her good," he said, determined to sound positive, "Amy was a restless thing as a child, but if she were out on the beach or along the cliffs then she would always sleep all night." Cersei smiled at that, reaching out and squeezing his upper arm for a moment. "Thank you, Jaime," she said meaningfully, and he nodded his head. "You could join us?" he suggested with a raised brow, but she shook her head. "No thank you," she replied, "I am having luncheon with Geanna and Lanette. I would hate to be absent after they have gone to such trouble."

"I'm ready!" Eleanor's excited voice reached them before Jaime could say anything in response, and they both turned to smile at her. "Right, then we'd best get down to the stables and choose you a horse," Jaime said, and she clapped her hands together. "Let's go, Uncle Jaime!" she said, practically jumping up and down. "Listen to me, a moment," Cersei said firmly, "you must do what your uncle says at all times, and don't ever move out of sight of him or the guards. Do you understand?" Eleanor stopped bouncing up and down, nodding solemnly for her mother. "Good," Cersei said, "now, I want you to go and enjoy yourself, I want to hear all about it later." Eleanor brightened at that, moving forwards to embrace Cersei quickly before she looked expectantly up at him again. "Come on then," he smiled at Eleanor, "let's go."

"Come," Tywin called as soon as there was a rap on the door. It opened in the next moment, and Tyrion slid round it, closing it behind him before approaching the desk and straightening his doublet slightly. Tywin could tell he was nervous, but clearly trying to hide it. "Sit," he invited, and his younger son did as he was told, hoping up onto the chair on the other side of his desk. Tywin thread his hands together and rested them on top of the accounts ledger. He surveyed his son, admiring the way he managed to meet his eyes unwaveringly despite his nerves. Tyrion had done him prouder than he had ever imagined he could, especially with his family, and now this. The way he had managed the Rock with Jaime absent at Winterfell.

"I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you," Tywin finally spoke again, raising a brow. "I admit to being curious, father," Tyrion replied, and Tywin unlaced his hands and drummed his fingers against the ledger. "This has made for very interesting reading," Tywin said, and Tyrion flickered his eyes to it. "How so?" his son asked, and Tywin reclined back in his chair, contemplating him for another long minute before he answered. "You did well in Jaime's absence, the accounts made for very healthy reading," Tywin told him, not missing the look of slight surprise that crossed his features. "I only did what I was taught, father," Tyrion said, and Tywin nodded slowly. "You did always have a head for sums, the Maester was always most impressed in that regard," Tywin said.

"Thank you," Tyrion said, twisting his hands together. "You'd do well with more responsibility," Tywin said, meeting his son's eyes. "What did you have in mind, father?" Tyrion asked him, his eyes widening slightly. "Castamere has stood abandoned for too long," Tywin said slowly, "I have not seen fit to bestow it on another, there is no one I could trust given the treachery that the Reynes were capable of. But I can trust my own son, can I not?" Tyrion nodded mutely at that, and Tywin drummed his fingers again. "Of course I can," he continued, "you've done well here, Tyrion. You could make Castamere thrive again. Bring order to the mines and villages, and restore the keep to its former glory. You will have a seat and a lordship of your own to pass down to your son. What do you say?"

"I am honoured, father," Tyrion said in a rather dazed manner. "It will be a while before you can take up residence," Tywin told him, "men will have to be sent to make it habitable again. I would not have you and your family reside there until it is fit for your status."

"Thank you," Tyrion half stuttered, "this is more than I ever expected, father. I will not let you down." Tywin nodded at that, lacing his hands together again. "I know you won't," he said, twitching his lips up into something that he hoped resembled a smile. Tyrion smiled back at him in the next moment, his hands twisting almost nervously again. "Well, go on," Tywin nodded towards the door, "you must be eager to tell Geanna the good news. Go. Celebrate. We will raise a proper toast later tonight, and we can begin making arrangements tomorrow." Tyrion hopped down off his chair at once, making his way to the door. He paused when he reached it, turning back and contemplating him for a long moment. "Thank you," he said again, "truly, father, thank you."

Tywin nodded again, pressing his hands harder against the desk to try and quell the shake. Tyrion was gone in the next moment, letting himself out of the study and closing the door behind him. Tywin exhaled deeply as soon as he was gone, leaning back in his chair before opening the drawer of the desk. He pulled out the familiar locket and turned it over in his hands. Gods, he hoped that he had managed to make Joanna proud with his decision to give Tyrion a lordship of his own. He knew that she would not have approved of his treatment of their son over the years. She never would have wanted him to be so cold. He prised open the locket and took in her image, his eyes drinking her in. Hopefully she could forgive him. Hopefully she could see that he had tried.

He stroked his thumb down the image of her before he closed the locket once more, slipping it back into the drawer. When he closed the door he let out a long sigh, hoping that Joanna knew how much he cared deep down. He knew that Tyrion would do well with a seat of his own, he knew that he and his family would thrive at Castamere, just as Jaime and Lanette had thrived when they had come here to the Rock. At first Tywin had noticed the awkwardness around them, but it had given way in the end to become one of the strongest bonds he had witnessed. It seemed all his family belonged in different places. Cersei at the Rock. Jaime here. Amy at Winterfell. He could only hope that Tyrion would end up belonging at Castamere. Tywin could see no reason why it should not happen. He had a young family and a shrewd head on his shoulders. Tyrion would restore Castamere and build a happy life for himself there, of that he could not afford to have any doubt.

"Robb, could you help me with this?" Amy asked as she struggled to wrap the lacings of her dress properly around one herself. She heard him move towards her after a moment, his hands coming to rest on her expanding waist for a moment before he took the laces from her. His fingers brushed against the back of her hand as he did so and she shuddered. He met her eyes in the mirror then, a knowing look in them. She rolled her own. It wasn't her fault her fault that being pregnant had seemingly increased her desire for her husband. Last time it had been the same, only this time it seemed to be a hundred times worse. She wasn't sure how Robb managed to keep up with his duties around Winterfell given how often she was prone to calling him to bed. Somehow she would have to keep it at bay today though, given that the family were gathering to celebrate Aedan's first name day.

Amy could scarce believe how quickly the time had gone, it didn't seem that long ago that she had been laying propped up in bed waiting to present him to Robb for the first time. Gods, he had been so tiny then. He was not so small now, growing stronger still every day as he teetered on the brink of taking his first steps. He had taken to pulling himself up against furniture and taking a few shuffling steps whilst clinging on to something or someone, before giving up and going back to crawling again. Amy was sure that with a little more encouragement he would take his first unaided steps before long. Perhaps even today, that would make the occasion even more perfect, although she would likely rue wanting her boisterous little boy to begin walking alone.

"I swear you have grown again in the night," Robb murmured, pulling her attention away from their son. "Hmm," she agreed with him, twisting her body slightly so she could survey it in the mirror. "The bigger I am the healthier the babies," she continued, smoothing her hands over the swell of her stomach. "Did the Maester say how early they are likely to be?" Robb asked her, his own hands snaking onto the swell. "It could be a whole moon, more even, but the closer I get to term the better for them," she told him, "no matter what, they will be smaller than Aedan ever was."

"I cannot believe it is his name day already," Robb said, pressing her closer to him for a moment. Amy imagined he was worrying over what she had said about the babies, but since he had promised not to fuss over she thought it likely he was biting his tongue. "I know, I was just thinking about when he was born, the first time you laid eyes on him," she said wistfully, allowing herself to relax entirely in his embrace for a moment. "I'm surprised you remember that," he chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss to her temple, "you were in such a daze when I first came to meet him."

"Hmm, I cannot deny that," she agreed with him, "but I remember the look on your face well enough. I cannot wait to see it again." He pressed another kiss to her temple in response, before murmuring against her skin. "Best you do wait, at least as long as possible," he said, his hands rubbing over her stomach as the babies moved. She breathed in sharply as one or both of them jabbed her ribs. "Are you alright?" he asked, and she nodded her head. "I think they're fighting in there," she told him, and she noted the concern in his eyes as she met them in the mirror. "Fighting over the best spot, no doubt," he said, and she smiled in return. "Shall we get Aedan?" she asked. "I cannot wait to see him opening his gifts."

Robb hummed his agreement, burying his head in the crook of her neck for a moment and nuzzling at her before he released her. "That is cruel, Robb," she told him with narrowed eyes, but he merely grinned, opening the door and gesturing for her to leave before him. It was only a short walk to the nursery and Aedan was sat surrounded by a scattered mess of toys in the middle of the floor. He grinned at their entrance, shouting half coherently and raising his hands up. Robb slipped passed her before she could move to pick him up, scooping their son up into his arms and planting a kiss on his forehead. Amy seemed to melt a little inside at the sight, she always adored seeing her two boys together. Robb had always been incredible with Aedan, and she knew just from seeing them together that their bond was as strong as any.

"Happy name day, my big, strong boy," Robb practically cooed, and Amy smiled widely. "When did you get so big, hmm?" he continued, jiggling Aedan slightly in his arms until delighted giggles left his mouth. Amy could only beam at them, Robb catching her eye after a moment and grinning back. "Come on you two," she said, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation, "there'll be plenty of time for silliness later, we don't want to keep everyone waiting." Robb settled Aedan on his hip properly at that, Amy reaching out to ruffle their son's hair as they came to her side. "Come then," Robb said, "let's see what gifts you have ready to be spoiled with."

"Enjoy your peace and quiet," Amy smiled at Aedan's nurse before she slipped out of the room after her boys. Aedan babbled away all the way down the hallway to the parlour where the family were gathering for his name day. Lady Stark had organised breakfast and luncheon to be brought to them during the day, and Lord Stark had organised a feast for later. Likely Aedan would be worn out and back in the nursery by then, but it would be nice for the people of Winterfell to have an excuse for a celebration after the recent excursion to the Wall. Thankfully things up there appeared to be settling, with the wildlings making homes on the Gift, and only a few incidents with the walkers. Lord Stark seemed to think that the incidents would become more frequent when winter set in properly, but thankfully the Watch were far more prepared now.

Amy slipped her arm into Robb's just as they reached the parlour, smiling widely as those gathered exclaimed their regards to Aedan. Her son squawked happily in response, putting his arms out at once to his grandfather. Lord Stark looked vaguely surprised at the gesture, but he took him happily from Robb, murmuring something to him that Amy could not quite hear as he moved to sit on one of the sofas with him. Amy shared an amused look with Robb before Lady Stark came to usher them towards where breakfast had been set out. "The servants have only just brought it up, so get some while it is still warm, and before Arya scoffs it all," she urged them, and Amy giggled. Arya looked scandalised, and began to protest with her mouth full. "Arya! You are a lady, act like it!" Lady Stark scolded her at once, and she closed her mouth, Rickon snorting in amusement beside her.

Robb winked at the pair of them before he placed his hand on the small of Amy's back and steered her towards the breakfast table. Both of them piled their plates, before Amy chose a few bits for Aedan that wouldn't result in him making too much mess. They settled opposite where he was sat on Lord Stark's nap when they had their plates full, and Amy handed the plate she had made up for Aedan across to them. "He shouldn't make too much mess with that," she said pointedly to her good-father, and he chuckled. "Believe me, after five of them you forget what clean is," he said, and Amy smiled happily before tucking into her own food. "His gifts are ready whenever you are, Jory brought up the ones that came from the Rock," Lady Stark informed them as she settled down next to her husband.

"Wonderful," Robb said, and Amy was grateful that he had spoken up because she had a mouth full of food. Her appetite with this pregnancy was seemingly double what it had been with Aedan, but she supposed it was only right considering she was nurturing two babies inside her. "Can we start?" Rickon asked hopefully, and Amy saw Lady Stark roll her eyes. "Let Robb and Amy finish their breakfast first, please," she told him firmly, and he scowled. "He can open a dull one first, that way they won't miss much," Arya said, squashing one of the parcels in her hands. "That is from your mother and I, don't be so rude," Lord Stark scolded her, though Amy heard the underlying tone of amusement. "Oh go on, let him open it, Amy and I can see from here," Robb said with a roll of his eyes.

Rickon and Arya both moved to offer Aedan the parcel, which he blinked suspiciously at for a moment before they eased it into his lap. "Here, come on, I'll help," Arya said, kneeling before the sofa and moving Aedan's hands gently to tear the thin parchment his gift was encased in. He seemed to enjoy the action, a wide smile adorning his face as Arya helped him tear the parcel open. "Oh, Aedan, what have you got there?" Amy cooed at him, setting her now empty plate to one side as her son beamed at her. Rickon moved to hold up what had been inside the gift, and she saw that it was a tiny black cloak with grey fur around the collar. "For winter," Lord Stark informed her. "It will likely still be a little big for him," Lady Stark continued, "but by the time he is steady on his feet it will likely fit him just perfectly."

"Mittens to match too, look," Arya said, pulling two little grey mittens from the ripped parcel. "That's so thoughtful, thank you all so much," Amy smiled widely. It really was thoughtful of them, she had not even begun to think of all the new, warmer clothing Aedan would need when winter came. "He seems more interested in the wrappings," Rickon commented, and Amy could not disagree as her son continued ripping and scrunching at it. "Well, he will be grateful for it when winter comes if he isn't now," Robb said with a smile, and Rickon grinned back. "What next?" Amy asked, and Rickon moved to pass another gift. "Give it here, Rickon," Robb gestured for it, "I want to try something."

"What are you up to?" Amy asked, as Robb took the gift and waved it until he caught Aedan's attention. "Do you want another gift, Aedan?" Robb asked him when he fixed his big blue eyes firmly on the parcel in his hands. "More wrappings," Robb coaxed him, tearing slightly at the corner of the small parcel. That had Aedan straining forwards at once, trying to escape his grandfather's hold. "Set him on his feet, father," Robb said, and Amy understood now what he was trying to do. Lord Stark did as he was bid, steadying Aedan and holding onto his hands as he took a few clumsy steps towards Robb. Robb held his own free hand out, leaving it a few inches from Aedan. If their son wanted to grasp him hand then he would have to let go of his grandfather and take a few steps unaided. Amy wondered if he would do it, or if he would sink to the floor and crawl as he usually did.

"Come on, you can do it," Robb beckoned him, shaking the gift slightly in his other hand to keep Aedan's attention. He let out a frustrated noise, taking one more wobbly step before he let go of Lord Stark's hand. Aedan teetered, and Amy had to force herself not to jump up and grab him before he fell. If he did stumble then both Robb and his father were close enough to catch him. "Come on," Robb coaxed again, and Aedan took a tiny step, then another. Amy smiled widely as he took a proper stride, wobbling slightly as he teetered towards Robb. Robb moved his outstretched hand back slightly and Aedan took another three steps unaided before he clasped both of his little hands around Robb's. "Well done!" Robb exclaimed with a chuckle, keeping hold of his hand as Aedan moved more steadily until he could grab hold of Robb's leg and paw at the gift he had settled on his thigh.

"You clever boy," Amy cooed at him, and he spared her a glance before his attention moved back to the gift on Robb's knee. "Come on then," Robb hauled him up into his lap, before setting the gift in Aedan's. Their son tore at the wrappings at once, and Robb had to save the box the gift was in from tumbling to the floor as Aedan tore the parchment free and began waving it around excitedly. "Perhaps you should see what it is?" Robb handed her the box, and she took it, easing the lid free. Amy's eyes widened when she saw what was inside. It was a pin that she was sure could be used to fasten his new cloak, made in the shape of a direwolf but crafted out of solid gold. She knew at once that it had to be from her grandfather, a small folded up note resting underneath it catching her eye.

"What is it?" Robb asked her, and she tilted the box to show him. "Perhaps something he shouldn't have until he is a little older," he said in an amused tone when he saw it, "from your grandfather?" Amy nodded her head, allowing Arya to take the box from her so she could show everyone else. She kept hold of the note though, unfolding it and reading the message as the others exclaimed over what a wonderful gift her grandfather had sent. The gift was beautiful, she could not deny, but the short note he had written was worth far more in her mind.

Happy name day, Aedan. I hope you have a wonderful time with your family, and I wish each and every one of you every health and happiness.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I'm thinking only two chapters left to go on this...hopefully I can get them written up soon.

Next update should hopefully be the weekend again!

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