Hey guys, this was requested by ClarisaWolf where Robb and Everra get their happy ending. Now, I know you wanted it to be in similar format to how I wrote the epilogue, but I hope you don't mind that I changed it a little bit, but Robb and Everra still do get their happy ending. This was the only other ending I considered but as you all know, I didn't decide to go through with it, and instead stuck with my original plan. Thank you all for your response to last chapter!

Until next time (feel free to send me more requests),

Fionakevin073

Everra fiddles with her hands in the wheelhouse, her body jostling at the occasional bump in the road that sends her flying. Everra hated travelling in the wheelhouse and her mouth twists as she remembers the last time she used one.

She glances over at Andromache, who had come inside after becoming tired of running alongside the wheelhouse and sighs loudly. Her long raven hair, still long and as dark as it had always been though a few grey strands had begun to appear, brushed in front of her face as the wheelhouse jumped on the bumpy road.

Everra thinks of her children then and her heart clenches in her chest. Twenty years its been, since she had married Oberyn and in those twenty years, six of them she had been widowed. Fever, the Maester's had told her.

Her heart clenches even tighter of the thought of Oberyn and while she never loved him, nor he her, they did care for one another. She thinks of her son, Trystan, with his features identical to her own. He is more her than his father, however, though they were both very close. She thinks of her daughter Amara who is said to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. Married to the eldest son of Tyrion and Sansa, named Daywn.

A small smile graces her lips as she thinks of how her daughter complained to her bitterly about her being too far away for her to visit often at Redrun and thinks of how her daughter complained joyfully about her being way too far for her to even visit once a year.

A flutter suddenly erupts in her stomach at the thought and she thinks of him and how the last time she saw him was at the Twins when he wed his wife— his late wife— Queen Roslin. She had left the morning after without a word, the lump in her throat too large for her to form words.

She had married Oberyn not even a moon later and had become with child within two.

Her children are Legrath's through and through however, despite their last name being Martell. Oberyn used to jokingly complain about how he was an outsider in his home (they resided at RedRun far more than they did at Dorne, though Everra made an effort when it came to them learning of Dornish culture and visiting Dorne itself).

Amara'a birth had been difficult and nearly deadly for her and so she never had another child after her. Everra did not mind that though, two was enough for her. More than enough. Especially with Oberyn's other daughters coming to visit RedRun once ever few years, though they stayed for a few moons each visit.

Everra looks down at her lap and traces the embroidered leaves on her black dress and inwardly marvels at how soft it feels. Dark colours had always suited her better.

Robb is nervous.

The last time he had been this nervous was all those years ago at Whispering Wood and this time he is not even going to battle.

He fiddles with his gloved hands and tries not to look nervous. Rickon casts him an amused glance as he notices and Shireen casts him a curious look as well. His son, Ned must notice because he asks him, "Father, are you alright?"

Robb nods at him and says, "I am, no need too worry."

His voice does little to reassure himself let alone his oldest, perceptive child. Robb stares at the gate and waits for the long awaited wheelhouse to come barreling through the gates of Winterfell.

He feels like the boy he once was all those years ago and wonders whether or not she has changed. He remembers her green sharp eyes, that had gazed at him with both fury and lust and his stomach flutters. He remembers the softness of her long, dark hair in his fingers and his hands twitch at his side.

Guilt still lingers in his heart as he thinks of Roslin with her kind smile and sweet laugh and he thinks of the words she had told him on her death bed four years prior, Be happy.

I am, he thinks, though it does little too lessen the nervousness he feels.

His gaze flickers towards his two children still at Winterfell, and a fierce proudness warms his heart. He lives his children more than anything in the world and they are greater people than he could ever be. Ned, would be a greater king then Robb ever was.

Ned, who just hit the age of twenty, who looks exactly the same as his name sake. Elayna, the second eldest at age eighteen, looks like her mother with her sweet smile and dimples but she has his eyes. She married the eldest son of Willas Tyrell and Robb misses her fiercely. His second son, Theo, named after Roslin's deceased brother, looked a mixture of him and Roslin. Quiet and shy, Theo opted to become Ned's maester for when he became King. Then his youngest, Talia, who looked the most like him with her long, auburn curls and blue eyes.

Robb can see her bounce excitedly on her heels as she looks at the gate, tugging at the arm of her younger cousin, Robin, Rickon's eldest son.

The company around him is small, only his children, Rickon and Shireen and their children and a few servants are there because Robb knew she would not want a big entrance.

Twenty years he thinks, wondering whether or not it will be awkward when they see each other. The fear had grown in his stomach as this day had grown closer and closer.

What if she doesn't feel the same? The question haunted his dreams and his thoughts ever day but he always reassures himself with the knowledge that if she wanted to say no, she would have when he had first sent the raven to RedRun.

His heart both leaps and drops in his chest at the sight of her banners entering the gates of Winterfell and then the wheelhouse moves behind her knights and soldiers and Robb recognises Youngbird and is shocked at how little he has changed over the years.

A breeze washes over them and sweeps through his auburn curls and he casts a glance towards his lady mother, whom is already looking at him. When he first told her of his plans, she had disapproved and they had quarrelled for a moon before reconciling.

Her blue eyes are warm now as they look at him, be happy they tell him.

He gives a brief smile and turns to look at the now-parked wheelhouse and watches quietly as the door is opened by Youngbird, revealing Everra.

His heart stops in his chest as he looks at her and it is as though a bucket of ice has been poured over him as blue meets green. She looks the same, he thinks, if not even more beautiful than she did all those twenty years ago.

Robb takes a shaky step forward, towards her but otherwise does not speak, too caught with emotion to even form words.

He can not tell what she is thinking as she steps towards him— he never could— but something tells him she is in the same state of emotion as him.

When she finally walks close enough to him so that he may greet her appropriately they simply look at each other. Robb's eyes soak in her features— the features he still loved so much after all these years— and the iciness that he once felt moments before has now dissolved rapidly into a fiercely warm emotion.

I love you, his eyes tell her as they look at each other silently, do you love me?

Green eyes stare at blue for the longest moments of Robb life and slowly— agonisingly slowly, she nods, a small smile gracing her lips.

Before Robb can think of how inappropriate it may look, they both seem to reach forward at the same time and wrap each other in a fierce embrace, Robb's gloved hands touching the back of her head and her arms wrapping around his neck.

They are holding each other so tightly that Robb fears they may burst from the sheer force but he can not bring himself to care as he thinks I never want to let you go again.

Everra buries her head in his neck and feels relief flood through her veins.

I'm here, she thinks, I'm not leaving you again.

She breathes loudly into his neck as she whispers loud enough for only him to hear, "I'm here."

She can practically feel him smile, "You're here."

She's home.