Author's Note: Finally something between Alara and Robb! I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones, or the A Song of Ice and Fire novels. I own Alara and her mother.

Chapter 8: Wicked woman.

Alara

Alara found herself quite tired after running around with Rickon, he had more energy than she ever would. He was a wild, wolf of a child, and it did not surprise her that his closest companion was a wolf. He was spirited and fun loving, she found herself enjoying the child's company. He did not mock her when she did not know of the things he spoke, instead he would explain it to her. Alara allowed the child into her heart, she had room for him and she allowed him to build a place there. She would curse herself later for allowing him in, but she could not allow that to stop her.

"You look as if you had an interesting day." Alara felt her skin crawl at the sound of his voice.

Alara had known the Theon fellow only a few days and she was ready to drive a sword through him. She almost had, and she continued to wish she had. She was trying to enjoy her supper when he found her, finding her once more alone in the great hall. She eyed him as he took a spot in front of her, his own plate of food full.

"More exciting than yours I would imagine." She sipped her wine, eying him over the rim of her cup. "What exactly is there for a prisoner to do around here?"

She knew her words cut him, she saw the flash of anger in his eyes, but she did not care. If he had not groped her without permission she would have found him an interesting man. He had been ripped from his home, and had been forced to live with strangers most of his life. She had such an interest in a life he would have lived.

"You have quite a tongue on you, girl."

"And I know how to use it."

It was not a false statement, just because she wasn't a whore didn't mean she was not taught the ways of them. She caught the smirk on his lips as he ate.

"I can use mine as well, would you like me to show you?"

Alara found herself letting a laugh leave her lips. He was serious, she could see it in the flash of his eyes.

"Not even in your dreams."

Alara found her eyes back on her plate, but she could feel him watching her. His eyes kept themselves trained on her, and Alara wondered what he thought of her. She did not doubt he found her attractive, most men did and even some women had expressed on interest in her. She knew her effect, she knew what she did to men and she enjoyed it some times. She had found herself always slipping with the tones of her voice, letting her flirtation take a tone it should not have. With Gendry, Alara would catch herself and she knew if he was not her best friend they would have laid together countless times. He kept her from becoming a whore and she kept him from becoming bitter. They had always made quite a pair.

"I am sure my dreams would tell a different story."

"What have I missed?" Alara looked up as a second voice joined them. "Not risking your hands again are you, Theon?"

Alara let herself smile. The young Lord was witty, but she knew it was part of his appeal.

"Just his tongue this time."

Alara locked eyes with the Greyjoy, and a smirk fell on her lips. He did not say a word, instead he stabbed his fork into his meat. She felt as if he was threatening her but it did nothing but serve to make her laugh.

"Well he does talk often, and never usually anything of worth, so it won't be too much of a loss."

Robb joined them at the table, sitting beside the man he had just insulted. Alara eyed the Lord, the man she had allowed herself to flirt with. She had not intended to make her last conversation with him, so inviting but she knew she had. He was attractive, and despite her earlier preconception of him, he had a bit of class. She knew under other circumstance she could find herself swooning for a man such as him, but she knew better. She knew how loving a noble men went, she knew what would come of such a fairytale. She may have not known her father, but he was noblemen who died in a war. Such love could never exist between a common girl and noble man.

"I at least know how to use my tongue,Robb, the girls in the brothel..."

"Silence yourself, Theon, a woman is present. She does not need to hear such filth."

Alara looked back over at Robb and for a moment she caught a flush fill his cheeks. He was embarrassed at the mention him in a brothel. She did not doubt he had many women in his time, he was an attractive Lord, and if his friend could find company she was sure he too could.

"Silence myself? You should have heard what she was saying to me."

Alara laughed, and took one last sip of her wine. She had finished her food, and her drink, she no longer needed to sit among the men.

"I only spoke the truth, Greyjoy, though I am sure the same can't be said for you." Alara stood from the table. "Goodnight, Lord Stark, Greyjoy."

Alara walked from the hall aware of their eyes following her, she allowed herself to smirk at the thoughts no doubt filling their minds. She found no comfort in their company, they were devilish men. Robb Stark seemed charming, proper and poised but she knew he was like all other men. Given the chance he would take her, if she allowed him to. He was no different then his friend, save a little more tact.

Alara set herself up in her chambers, lighting the candles to give her enough light to read her poems. As she flipped trough the pages she remembered the story her mother used to tell her when bored of her poems, the story of the knight who tried to save the beautiful Princess. Alara wondered why love never worked, why everyone had to die. She wondered why her father had to go to war for a mad man, why he had to leave her mother to die. He had a family, he was going to have a child and a woman to love for the rest of his days. Instead he fought and died for nothing.

She had never loved, never dreamt of such a folly, she dreamt of only a family. She wanted to feel whole, wanted to feel as if she belonged somewhere. Love of a romantic fashion would never fill that hole in her, only the love of a family would. She wished her mother had been enough, that Gendry had been enough, but they weren't. Knowing that somewhere her father's family lived, that somewhere there was someone who knew of her father's past, made Alara have hope. How could she have her own family one day without knowing her past?

"Alara, are you awake?" A knock and a voice interrupted her running thoughts.

"Yes."

Her door opened and Robb Stark found his way inside her chambers. Alara knew how late it was, the moon was coming in through the window and she knew how improper it was for him to find his way to her.

"What can I do for you, Lord Robb?"

She watched his eyes flash at her calling him Lord again. She knew it was not something he liked, Bran had informed her as well of his brother's aversion to being called Lord.

"I wanted to make sure Theon had not upset you at supper."

Alara stood from her bed where she had been reading her poems. She stood tall, almost the same height as the man before her.

"His words do not effect me, not many words do. I do not need you to check upon me like a child, Stark, I am older than you."

She felt herself become offended by him. She was much stronger than he gave her credit for, and she would not let him forget that. She had dealt with men worse than that of Theon Greyjoy, she had lived in King Landing, and she had killed a man.

"I am aware that you are older than me, Alara, this is not a matter of age. You are a woman and his words to you were improper."

"I lived in a whore house my whole life, I have seen things and heard things that would turn your stomach, young Lord." Alara spat her words. "I do not need you to tell me what is improper."

Robb seemed taken aback by her words and she knew his intention in coming to her. He thought he would be the honorable man, the hero who sought to save her from his friend's cruelty. Alara was not a damsel he needed to save.

"I apologize, miss."

She was getting tired of his little game. He would come to her saying one thing, and the moment she did not respond how he wished he would go back to being proper. Alara met his eyes, and something flashed between them. She found her body flushing again, and she wanted him to leave. She would not allow him to get a reaction from her.

"Are you going to spend the night or leave?"

Alara had not intended to gain an answer from him but he quickly closed the distance between them. Alara watched him as he stood before her, only a foot separating them. His blue eyes held something she had not seen from him, but it was not a look she was unused to. It was a look of hunger, of wanting. He reached out and ran his hands along her face, letting his fingers slide across her skin. Alara bit the inside of her cheek, ignoring the feeling she gained from his hand.

"Which do yo wish for me to do?" His voice was low, and it sounded husky.

She didn't answer, her eyes just stayed trained on him. His hand found her neck, his fingers sliding to the nape of her neck and resting there. He held her lightly before he pulled her face closer to his, he held her there for a moment until he crashed his lips onto hers. At first Alara stood in shock his lips on hers, but it took only a moment to respond.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling a hunger and need wash over her. She had never kissed someone and felt such a fire burning inside of her. Gendry had not been her first kiss, but she had imagined he would be her last for a while. Robb Stark ran his tongue across her bottom lip, and pulled her body flush against his. She did not fight him as his tongue slipped into her mouth, she allowed him to have control of the situation.

His hands roamed her body until finding a resting spot on her hips. He gripped her body tightly as he continued to kiss her fiercely. She pulled away from him, regaining her breath for a moment. She let their eyes meet.

"What are we doing?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I find it better not to ask myself that."

He found her lips again, a fire evident in him. Alara thought of pushing him away, thought of denying him any further contact with her but as his hand reached to cup her face once more she melted into his kiss. His hand did not leave her face as they kissed, their lips meeting in passion. The next time someone pulled away it was him, and his blue bore into hers.

"Tell me you want this to stop." He was not asking her.

"And if I don't?" Alara could not decide if she was teasing him, or seeking a real answer.

He leaned forward, not to kiss her but to whisper in her ear.

"I won't be able to keep my hands off you, or myself from in you."

Alara was taken aback by his words, she never imagined he would say such a thing. She pushed him away from him and let her eyes roam down him. She truly did not understand him, he was a charmer but his words were not charming, they were words she would never imagine from him.

"I never imagined a Lord would say such words."

"I have never said such words."

They stood at a stand still, and Alara wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. His lips tasted of wine and his hands felt at home on her body but she was not a whore. She was not a woman he could use and be done with come morning. She was here to look after his brothers not to find herself in the Lord's bed for a night.

"You should go, Lord Robb."

"I told you to stop calling me that." He once more pulled her body against his own. "Do you enjoy taunting me?"

Alara smirked, he had caught her. She tilted her head to the side and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Maybe."

His hands traveled up her back to the ties of her dress. Alara eyed him as she felt him untie her dress, she did not move. She kept her eyes locked on to his as the dress fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. He stepped back away from her and let his eyes roam down her body. Alara watched him smirk, and saw his eyes fill with lust. She took the moment to remove her small clothes, standing before him naked again.

"This is the second time I find you naked before, Alara."

"Have you grown tired of the sight yet?"

"Never." He whispered before he left her standing naked in her chambers.

Alara did not know what it was about her that made men leave her standing naked. Gendry had denied her, and now the Lord did as well. He was the one who started the mess and as soon as she was willing he no longer wanted her. She cursed at herself, ashamed of her stupidity. Of course he wouldn't want her, she was just a bastard. She began to get dressed when the door to her chambers opened once more and the Lord returned.

"You are a wicked woman, Alara Waters, wicked."

She watched him confused as he locked the door behind him. Alara watched him strip and soon they both stood naked before each other. Alara had seen naked men, she had seen many, but this man was built by the Gods themselves.

"I have to disagree, I am far from wicked."

He did say a word, he closed the distance between them, and kissed her with passion. Alara returned the kiss, leading the man to bed behind her. She laid down, and it was not long before he was on top of her. His lips were hot against her neck, and burned her flesh as they traveled to her breasts.

"I am a maiden." Alara blurt the words from her mouth.

"I will be gentle." It was a promise.

She allowed him to kiss her again as she felt him move above her womanhood. She looked into his eyes as a pain shot through her, Alara did not wince or hiss in pain. She kept her lips crushed against his as he remained still inside of her. She did not let him speak, she did not let heself speak. Once the pain had subsided, Alara wrapped her legs around the yong Lord, pulling him deeper.

"Are you sure?" His breath warm against her lips.

"Yes."

It was all the encourgement it seemed the Lord needed because soon Robb was thrusting his cock deep inside of Alara, and a flash of pleasure continued to fill her with each thrust. She knew he was aware of how to treat a woman, and if she had not been so enthralled with the moment sh ewould have showed him what she knew. His pace was fast, and his hands roamed her body lightly, trailing his fingers along her skin. It seemed like hours, before a wave a pure pleasure crashed over Alara, and before she could stop herself his name spilled from her lips.

When he pulled himself from her, Alara felt empty, but she blamed it on the feeling of his cock inside of her. She had never felt such a thing before, and she could not deny the enjoyment she got. She rolled over to look at him, smile upon her face. She did not know what to say to him, instead she just lay her head on his bare chest. Alara was not sure of after sex etiquette but when he wrapped an arm around her she felt whole for a moment.

Allyria

When she received the raven carrying the details of the child, Allyria thought Lord Eddard Stark had been driven to madness. Allyria Dayne had long since believed her niece had died, no doubt murdered in the sack of Kings Landing, she accepted the child's fate. She mourned the child while Ashara still walked the halls of the Castle, they held each other as they cried for their brother and his child. The Daynes had lost enough by that time. The Daynes of Starfall had lost enough since as well. Allyria and Edric Dayne were all that was left of the great house of Dayne at Starfall. The castle was empty, all the remained in the walls was the ghosts of her blood and herself.

It was not until she received the second raven from Ser Barristan that Allyria truly let herself believe in the child. He spoke of seeing her, of holding her arm in his hand. He spoke of her beauty and how she resembled Ashara in almost everywhere. Allyria felt tears come to her eyes at the thought, a young woman who looked like their blood,she was alone in the world without any knowledge of her true lineage.

Allyria would not allow her niece to live in a world without the knowledge of who she was, or who her family is. She would bring her to Starfall, she would take her in and show her what her life should have been. Allyria would write to the King, demand the child be given the name Dayne, given the name of her father. Arthur would have loved her, would have given her the world, and that was what Allyria would do. She had no children of her own yet, and though the child was no longer a babe, Allyria would care for her.

"Send this by rider to the capital immediately. One for the King, one for the Hand and one for my betrothed. Hurry."

Allyria sent her letters immediately to the capital, she needed to prepare for her nieces arrival. She knew it would be months before the woman arrived but the castle would not be empty soon and Allyria wanted it to be perfect.

"She's coming home,Arthur, just as we promised."

Allyria spoke to no one, but she knew the ghost of her brother lingered among the walls of their home. She knew he was listening.