A/N: One of my longest chapters I think. I loved writing this one, I really did. I hope you guys like it as much as I did. Thank you for those of you who reviewed, thank you also for all the follows and favorites!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Game Of Thrones. I do own Lyrina and my plot. The quote below is form "We might Fall" By Ryan Star. (I listened that song so much for this chapter lol)

Chapter 5: We might Fall

"Tell me are you crazy and did you mind the cold?"

Robb's P.O.V

Robb hadn't let Theon in his room, he had told him to go to bed, he needed to be alone. Robb's head was swimming with thoughts and the last thing he needed was Theon adding to them. He knew Jon couldn't be bedding Lyrina, he knew that. Sometimes though knowing something doesn't change thoughts, which in this case was true. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Lyrina had been breathing heavy and it seemed like Jon was moving off the bed. What in the seven hells else could they be doing? Had he taken her maidenhood, or had they been fucking for years? He was going to lose it if he didn't find something to distract him. Just last night she was there right in front of him, so soft, so vulnerable and now she fucked his brother.

Robb looked to the door as Jon unceremoniously barged in, no knocking, no warning.

"Don't even think I am bedding her, Robb." Jon said calmly, but Robb knew he wasn't calm.

"What do you expect me to think, it was a very intimate moment you were sharing."

"Robb, I am your brother. I know how you feel for her, I see the way you look at her. Do you think I would fuck her and ruin our relationship?" Robb knew Jon wouldn't fuck her but all he could picture was Jon on top of her.

"I don't know, Jon."

"Then let me explain to you what happened, so you don't drive yourself mad."

Robb listened as Jon told him the story of what happened. Jon told him of the hug they shared, the game they began to play and Lyrina ending up on the ground. Lyrina was very good at running, it was the only thing she was good at really. When Jon mentioned Joffrey it clicked in his head, he could tell that prince was a royal prick.

"Do you think he tripped her?"

"She told me she even thinks he tripped her, but what concerned me was the bruise. When you and Theon showed up I was checking a bruise on her shoulder."

Lyrina was in pain and all Robb could think about was her fucking his brother. He felt like a real ass, she must have thought he was one as well.

"I feel like an ass, Jon."

"You should, but please save it for another time because we need to be up before dawn." Jon was right, they had a hunting trip in the morning. The last thing Robb wanted to do was go hunting with the King and his band of idiots. He didn't want to deal with Joffrey, or the king, or any of their hoard. He wanted to stay back at Winterfell with Lyrina, he wanted to make sure she was alright.

"Is she hurt badly, or is it just a bruise?"

"A bruise from what I could see, it was not swollen or anything. If I am honest it looked like she had hit a rock or gotten kicked." Jon's concern was evident in his tone. Robb had a similar thought, but could her brother really kick her? Robb wasn't sure even Joffrey could be that evil.

It was not long before Jon left Robb alone to his thoughts once more. He felt horrid for thinking his brother would sleep with Lyrina. When just the night before he was telling Theon he was practically insane for suggesting it. Jon was his brother, and Lyrina was a good girl. He should of known better than to rush to such conclusions, he was clouded by jealousy.

Robb knew he should be spending more time with Lyrina instead of worrying about what she was doing with Jon. Soon she would be on the road headed south, leagues away from him. Would she keep in touch with him? Would she miss him and want to come back? Would she meet some kind Lord who she would love for the rest of her days? He really didn't want to think about that, he wanted to focus on her now. She was always focused on the now, maybe it was time he did as well. He over heard her once tell Sansa to slow down and stop trying to rush into growing up. He wished he could be like that, but he was a future Lord of Winterfell, and with his father going to Kings Landing it would be his job to take his place. He needed to be a grown up, he needed to be an man not a boy. The first step for him to be a man was to get some sleep so he could wake up on time to hunt.

Robb pushed her up against the wall just enough to make her gasp, and giggle at his sudden roughness. He knew what she was thinking, because he was thinking the same thing. Without a second thought he leaned down and captured her lips in his. It was simple a first, a light kiss that took seconds to turn into to something more. There was a passion in the kiss, a fire in his chest as he tried to get closer to her. His body pressed against hers and she let out a small sigh in his mouth. He knew what she liked.

Kissing her lips lead him to kissing her cheek, from her cheek to her neck. She was making small sounds as he kissed her neck, lightly licking some spots. He wanted to make her weak to him, wanted her to just give herself to him.

Before he knew they were on the bed, her under him while he kissed her. Slipping her dress was easier than he thought and soon he could feel her pale skin under his fingers. She was so soft, so delicate he just wanted to feel her close to him. He wanted to feel every inch of her pressed against him, to feel her heat against him.

"Robb." The way she said his name drove him wild with lust and he pushed himself against her again. He needed to get closer, if that was even humanly possible. Robb wanted to be her one and only, be the only man to ever touch her like this.

"Lyrina." He breathed her name against her neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Seven hells." Robb cursed as someone began to kick his bed ruining his dream. He hadn't dreamt about her in ages, let alone a dream like that. Robb looked to his left to see a fully dressed Theon, sword and all.

"You father says you have ten minutes, Lord." Theon's tone was sarcastic causing Robb to just roll his eyes. He wanted to escape back into his dream where he had her under him. He would much rather spend the day with those thoughts in his head than hunting.

The group of men going hunting was actually quite large by Robb's normal standards. He was used to it being his father, Jon, Theon and a small group of his fathers men, but this trip was much larger. The king was coming along with the Prince, his men and Tyrion Lannister. Robb was more surprised that the Imp decided to come instead of the King Slayer, he figured only one of them enjoyed killing things.

His father, the king and prince all rode in the front while Robb and the others followed behind. It was before even dawn and Robb just wanted to escape back into his bed. Lyrina was consuming all his thoughts, the sight of her pale skin, the way she said his name.

"Lord Stark." Sadly, it was not Lyrina calling to him now. Robb looked beside him to see that Tyrion had ridden up beside him.

"Lord Tyrion." Robb had never had an encounter with this Lannister, and he really wished to keep it that way.

"The North is quite and interesting place, other than the cold of course. I can see why my niece has gotten so attached to it." Robb sometimes forgot the she was part Lannister, it was bad enough she was the kings daughter without adding in the Lannisters.

Robb also did not really know what the imp was looking for him to say, it was obvious to anyone that Lyrina was comfortable here. An awkward silence fell over the two as they continued on ahead, a few times it seemed to Robb that he had something to say but didn't. He didn't dwell on it, just rode ahead still thinking of her.

Within a few hours they had reached the forest in which they planned their hunt, and it wasn't long before everyone was off their horses. With a small group he was sure it would have been easier but, he didn't care too much at the moment. She was still their swimming in his head, he couldn't shake her today.

Robb felt worry as his father approached him followed by the king. What could they want from him?

"Son, the king and I would like to speak to you in private." His father cast his glance to Jon and Theon who had joined Robb shortly upon dismounting.

"Of course, father." He tried to figure out what they wanted as his father took his shoulder and led him to a different part of the woods.

For a moment the three men just stood there looking at anything but one another. Robb was nervous, he could not deny that fact. Was his father going to tell him to do something important while he was gone? Had something happened last night, did Joffrey tell his mother about Lyrina and Jon? Jon had told Robb on the trip to the forest about how Joffrey was very angered by his actions last night.

"Robb Stark, you have grown in to such an honorable man. I can see from your actions, and things I have heard about you that you are much like your father was at your age."

"Thank you, my King." Robb was humbled by the kind words, he looked up to his father greatly.

Robb just could not understand what was going on though. He was unsure of why he would be pulled aside to just be built up with compliments.

"Robb, I am your father everything I do is for the best of our house and family. You understand that, correct? It is something you must also do in my stead." Lord Stark spoke with a very serious tone.

"Of course, father. I understand that everything you do is with honor, and regard for our family."

"I am glad you understand,Robb, because what I am about to tell you is a little complicated. Robb, when you were very young before even Sansa was born I made a pact with the King. Well, your mother and I made a pact with the king. Very few people know about it and now it is time you too learned of it." Robb was getting more confused as his father spoke. What pact did he speak of? "When Robert claimed the throne we wanted to be able to create a strong, real alliance between the crown and the North. He married a Lannister, so he had the west, he had his brothers on his side, and Jon Arryn of the vale was hand of the king. He needed a more solid connection to the North, other than just myself. So shortly after Lyrina entered the world, Robert wrote to me with an arrangement. We agreed that she would come to Winterfell at the age of four to become a ward, and at sixteen you and her would wed."

Was his father telling him what he thought, was he betrothed to Lyrina? Had he been betrothed to someone his whole life and never been aware of it?

"Father, I.."

"Long story short, kid, is you are to marry my daughter. It was decided years ago, we both signed the pact, and we plan to go through with it." He was to marry her? Did he have a say?

"Robert, let me speak to my son please." Robb noticed his fathers voice was strong, and defiant. The king just grunted and took off to join the hunt leaving the Father and son alone.

Robb began pacing, he could not fathom what was going on. He had been lied to by his own father, he was to be married to someone his whole life.

"Robb, Lyrina was always meant to be in Winterfell, it would have been easier for you both if that had happened. We would have told you both together at an earlier time, but her mother saw to it she didn't end up with us."

"Does her mother know? Is that why she denied Lyrina the right to come to Winterfell where she would be happy?" Robb was getting angry, not as his father, not her father, but at the whole situation. He had some inclination of how he felt about Lyrina right now, and ever day since her thirteenth name day and he had to force himself not to act on it. He had to hide every feeling he had for her, and yet she was his betrothed. He was angry at her mother for keeping her from a life where she would never have to be so frightened, so afraid.

"The king and I do not believe Cersei knew of it, she just did not want her daughter here. She was afraid we would change her into some northern woman."

"And that would have been worse? That would have been worse then her being abused by her own damn family? Bloody bitch." Robb didn't realize what he had said until it was too late. He looked at his father in horror, knowing he would get in trouble for calling the Queen such things.

"We need not focus on that right now Robb, we have other matters to discuss. You know I am leaving for Kings Landing, Arya, Sanasa and Bran are coming with me, that leaves you in charge. You are going to have to take care of most things around the castle in my absence." Robb knew all this, he was prepared for that. "The Queen is demanding Lyrina go to Kings Landing, and the king is inclined to agree with her on the matter. He has not seen his daughter in eleven years, he has just learned the horrors that befell her while in the custody of her own blood. He wants her safe Robb, and he feels he is the safest person for her."

But she was his future wife, she belonged with him. Lyrina was meant to be his to keep safe, to protect. I have already failed that part haven't I? He did not want to just let her go now, now that he could finally tell her how he felt.

"Robb the choice ultimately befalls you, as her betrothed. Robert has told me that if you wish to keep her in Winterfell you have to tell her of the pact, and ask her to stay with you here. If she agrees than she can stay with you, and you will be wed whenever you see it fit. The other option is you do not inform her of the agreement, she returns to Kings Landing to get to know her family once again. If that is the option you chose, she will return to Winterfell on her sixteenth name day, in which you will tell her of the betrothal and marry her."

His head was a blur of thoughts. He could have her right now, he could ride back there and leave this hunt. He could ride up into Winterfell, take her up in his arms and marry her. Robb for a moment could only think of what he wanted, of how much he wanted her, that he didn't stop to think about Lyrina.

"It is all up to me? I am the only one who can tell her?"

"Yes, son. Let us get back to the hunt and you can think on what you decide. Either she will stay in Winterfell, or come to Kings Landing."

As they rejoined the group all Robb could think about was Lyrina. She was going to be his wife, he was going to be honest with her about how he felt. But how did he feel? Did Robb love her, or did he lust after her? He knew that he felt for her more than just as a sister, or a friend but he didn't know if he loved her. She deserved love, passion and honesty. Could he take her away from her family? She seemed to be getting on with them well enough, and her father wanted to be with her. Could he really deny her of that privilege? She would come back to him soon if he let her go, it would only be for a year. Soon she would be back to him if he let her go, it would be okay. Arya has been telling him how excited she is that she will be in Kings Landing with her, and Sansa would need Lyrina if she was going to marry Joffrey. Could he really deny her all these things for his sense of longing? He didn't know, but the day was going to be long if he didn't have someone he could vent to.

Lyrina's P.O.V

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Lyrina woke up to a searing pain in her shoulder, and she couldn't help but cry out. It hurt so much and she just wanted to lay in bed all day to forget it. She didn't get the luxury because before she knew it her door opened and a blur of grey and brown jumped onto her bed.

"Lyrina, come on it is time to get up. Bran and I want you to come watch our archery lessons." Arya was standing on the edge of he bed with dirty feet and messy hair. Lyrina smiled at the young girl despite her pain.

"Let me get dressed and I will meet you both down in the yard, alright?" Arya just nodded and dashed out of the room. That girl needs to slow down.

Dressing was more of a task the Lyrina thought it would be, then again she never had to dress with only one arm. She was thankful that not all her dresses had ties on them, and some just fit perfectly. She brushed her hair and braided it to the side, she did not want to have to be messing with her hair all day. She was at least thankful she wouldn't have deal with Joffrey, or any of the older Stark boys.

The halls of the castle seemed empty, even the courtyard was devoid of people. She couldn't help but wonder where everyone had gotten off to. She would have gone in search of Myrcella and Tommen but she wanted to spend some time with Stark children alone before she left to go to Kings Landing.

When she got to the training yard she could see Arya and Bran arguing with one another about who was better. Lyrina couldn't help but laugh out loud at the pointless argument. Her laughter drew their attention to her, which caused her to go over and sit on the fence to watch them. Bran was getting better and better everyday, and she could even say he was better than her. Arya was perfect almost every shot, but that was because she was so committed to it. Maybe she should get Arya to teach her instead of Jon, then she may learn.

She sat there for hours just watching them, thinking mostly to herself. Last night had been a nightmare, and she hoped it had been resolved. Had Jon been able to convince Robb and Theon they were indeed not bedding each other? Would they even believe him? She didn't want them to think less of her, well she could care less what Theon thought, she cared mostly what Robb thought. He already saw her as a child, she didn't want to add whore to the list of things. She had never even imagined bedding Jon, or any one for that matter. She wanted to wait for a husband, even if she hated them, it was just the right thing to do.

"Lyrina, can you tell us about Kings Landing?" The three of them were sitting inside when Bran asked her about her past.

"Well I don't remember much Bran, I was so very young." She had very few pleasant memories of Kings Landing as a whole.

"Just anything, if we are to protect you when we get there, we will need to know where to go." Bran and Arya had a wild notion that once they got to Kings Landing, they would become her personal guard. She thought it was sweet, but she was sure the Kings Guard would be on her back at all times. She had to giggle to herself at the thought of grown men having to follow her in fear she would flee.

"Well it's very big, the city is beyond anything you two have ever seen. The people in Kings Landing from what I remember were very sweet, and kind but I was never really out of the Red Keep. The Red Keep is the castle, it is also very large. I remember getting lost in the halls as a child, so you two be careful." She was trying to remember things to tell them but she really couldn't. The time she spent with her father was mostly in his chambers, or in her own. She played with dolls and never really had a sense of adventure back then. "I never really did much back then, my dad did tell me stories though."

"What kind of stories? You know I love hearing stories." It was true, if someone were to mention stories, Bran wanted to hear them. He loved history, and horribly scary stories of north of the wall.

"They are ones you have already heard, young one." Mostly her father told her about Lyanna Stark, the reason he could never love her mother. As a child she thought it was endearing, a man loving a woman so much he was willing to go to war to get her back, but now it was sad. Her father could never let her go, she had died and even then he could never let her go. Was that what love was? A pain that you could never shake, a story that only ended in sadness.

"Which ones?" It was Arya who asked this time, causing Lyrina to smile at her.

"About the rebellion, and the part our families had to play in it." Bran's eyes lit up as she mentioned the rebellion, of course he would be interested in the old war story.

"Please tell us it, I am sure it is better coming from you then from our tutors." She couldn't argue with Bran, he was very adamant about wanting to hear the story.

So Lyrina began to tell them the story of Lyanna Stark and her father, about love and a loss. She tried to leave out the part about their uncle and grandfather not wanting to cause the two any misfortune but Bran pointed out the part she missed. She corrected herself and continued on with the story. She found it so sad, a war had started over a woman. So many people died just to get her back, but that is what love is. Love is fighting for the person you want, the person you care for. Would her family ever go to a crazy king just to get her back? She doubted that highly. Would the man she loved fight for her, to find her, to save her? She doubted that as well. Unless she met a man who loved her beyond a shadow of a doubt, she couldn't imagine someone coming to save her.

When the story was over Bran ran off, telling them he was going to just play outside but Lyrina knew differently. She knew he was going to end up climbing despite his mother asking him not to, he was a stubborn boy. Arya stayed with Lyrina telling her all about the fun they were going to have in Kings Landing and how they could complain about the heat together.

"I really don't want to go, Lyrina, the only reason I am okay with it is because you are going to be there."

"Truth be told, I don't want to leave here either. Arya, I love it here in Winterfell, I don't want to leave." Lyrina had come to terms with her leaving but she didn't like it. She would do anything just to have a reason to stay, just one. Staying in Winterfell was all she wanted.

Soon the two girls were joined by a very happy Sansa. The young girl sat down by the fire with them and began to go on about how happy she was.

"I think he likes me, he is so sweet. Lyrina do you think he likes me? He is your brother after all." Sansa gushed.

"If he doesn't like you than he is surely blind. He may be my brother but I know him no better than you do, but I am sure he finds you very suitable." Sansa seemed delighted by her answer and Lyrina was thankful. She didn't know what to tell her, and she surely hoped Joffery would be kind to her. Sansa is a polite, honest and wonderful girl, her brother should recognize it.

The topic turned from Joffrey to her mother, and Lyrina just kept quiet. She didn't have much to say about if Cersei liked Sansa. She was partly sure her mother wouldn't like anyone that was going to marry her brother.

"Arya, can you come with me to see mother about something?" It must have been important for Sansa to ask Arya to go. At first the younger sister looked to Lyrina for help but she just shook her head. She thought it would be good for the two girls to spend some time together, sister bonding and all.

Lyrina didn't care too much for just sitting by herself and decided she would take a walk. She needed to clear her mind anyway, she had been holding in her pain all morning with children. She just needed to have a moment where she could express how much it actually hurt. It was getting harder for her to use her right arm at all, every time she moved it her shoulder screamed. She didn't want them to see her in pain and question her, it was bad enough their brothers were.

She was greatly enjoying the time by herself as well. As she passed the stables she made a stop in to see Alyris, her horse, she hadn't been since she was going to leave. In no time at all she would be back on her horse headed south, to a home she had barley known. She could leave now, go north, join the Wildlings and no one would be the wiser. But the thought disappeared as fast as it had come, she knew she could not keep running away.

Once she was sure her horse was alright, she stopped by the kennels to see Ghost. She had promised after all that she would go see him the night before. She opened the kennel door and the white direwolf approached her with caution, noticing his owner wasn't there. Lyrina just put her hand out so the wolf could smell her familiar scent and become comfortable. She stayed there with Ghost for a while, just talking to the wolf as if it was Jon. It helped her immensely to talk to someone about the thoughts in her head, even if it was just a direwolf pup.

As it was nearing lunch Lyrina decided to make her way back to the hall so she could eat lunch with the girls. She took the longer way back, past the old tower because she enjoyed the architecture of the building. As she was about to pass the building she heard a loud thud from the other side and she rounded the corner she let out a scream.

Bran was laying on his back in the grass with his eyes closed, his direwolf pup licking him. She could tell he had fallen, the sound she had heard gave that much away to her.

"Bran, Bran, wake up!" Lyrina leaned over the boy screaming at him but he didn't make a move. She bit her lip and picked him up in her arms. Her shoulder was screaming but she didn't care she needed to get him to his mother. The whole way to the castle she was screaming for help, hoping someone was there to listen. As she was entering a servant heard her and went to fetch Maester Luwin and Lady Stark. She went to Bran's room and placed him in the bed before she began to pace. She couldn't understand what happened, he had never fallen before.

It wasn't long before Maester Luwin and Lady Stark entered the room looking worried. Lyrina didn't say anything at first, she just stood by the window until someone asked her something. Maester Luwin seemed greatly distressed by the situation and Lyrina prayed to the Seven that Bran would be okay. He needed to be okay. As Lady Stark sat down next to Bran holding his hand, Luwin approached Lyrina. He asked what happened and she told him what she saw.

"If the boy makes it through tonight, he should be well soon. We shall see in the morrow."

Robb's P.O.V

Robb couldn't tell anyone about the betrothal and it was driving him mad. He needed someone to tell it to, someone who would help him decide what to do. He wanted her with him, wanted Lyrina all to himself but he knew it was wrong. His honor told him letting her go with her family was for the best, that one day she would be back with him forever. The hunt was dragging on for hours, which in this case wasn't too awful because Robb hadn't made a decision yet.

"Lord Robb." Robb was dragged from his thoughts by none other than the imp again. He just wanted to think in peace.

"Yes, Lord Tyrion, what could I do for you?" His voice was cordial but he was just so damn tired.

"Well you do not seem as invested in this as your father, I was wondering if you had a moment to speak." He wasn't invested and he knew the imp wasn't either. He didn't even bring a bow with him, just a book. Did he come only to bother Robb's family or was he truly curious of other things?

"We may, if you can keep up with me and keep quiet." They may not have been invested in hunting but they still had to do it.

"Can you tell me about my niece? I have not seen her in many years, and the times I did see her at Castley Rock she was not one for speaking." Robb was suspicious of the man asking about Lyrina, but he was her family.

"Lyrina is kind, gentle, impulsive and emotional. She does not use logic when making decisions, she will go with her emotions which leads her into trouble. She is a good person though, funny, intelligent. My brother is honestly closer to her then I am." He didn't truly know how to describe Lyrina to someone who had never had the pleasure of being around her everyday. She was childish, but fun loving, fragile but strong on the inside. He had seen her break, and pick herself up a few times.

"I am sure she is close to him, but I just wanted your opinion, Lord Stark. Let me be honest in what I am truly seeking, I know how my father treated her. I know how cruel of a man he can be, so what I am seeking is to know how she has handled that."

"It has left an effect on her it is evident to anyone who spends time with her, she is scared. She isn't a broken person, but she isn't whole either." Robb kept is response short. He did not feel that this man deserved the kind of answers he was seeking.

"My Lord, I am not trying to hurt her. She is my niece, I am not my sister or my father, she needs someone in my family to care for her." Robb didn't care what he had to say, he was not going to believe it. In his mind the Lannisters were bad and none of them cared enough for Lyrina. If the imp had known of what his father was doing why in the seven hells did he not speak up?

"I can understand, Lord Tyrion. We must be getting back to the group." He could hear the horn blowing signaling them it was all time to get back. He still had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew he had some time to decide.

On the ride back he talked Jon, not mentioning the betrothal but he did talk about Lyrina. Robb figured if he spoke of how he felt about her to someone he could fully understand it himself.

Lyrina's P.O.V

Lyrina had been sitting at Bran's bedside for hours in silence with Lady Stark. Lyrina had only left to eat, and make sure the other three Stark children were doing alright. Arya was stoic while her two other siblings were a wreck. Lyrina too was a wreck, she could not imagine why something like this would happen to him.

"Lady Stark, please let me go get you something to eat or drink. You have not moved in hours, please." It was the first words spoken between them, Lyrina didn't want to cause her anymore issues but she couldn't sit in silence any longer.

"Just some water and bread please." Her voice was horse, and filled with grief. Lyrina felt horrible for the woman, she was in a very tough spot.

Without a word Lyrina went down to the kitchens, and began to gather the items for Lady Stark. On her way back up to Bran's room she ran into her mother. She was honestly the last person Lyrina wished to see at the moment.

"How is the boy faring, my dear?"

"We must see if he makes it through the night. Maester Luwin says even if he doesn't wake up, if he makes it through the night he will be okay." It was tense with her mother still, they had few moments together.

"Give my regards to Lady Stark, please." Lyrina nodded to her mother and went on her way. She needed to get the food to Lady Stark, she needed to be with Bran.

Once again the room was quiet as the ladies sat in silence over the sleeping child. Lyrina couldn't shake how peaceful he looked, just like if he had been sleeping soundly for the night. Every so often she would reach out and brush the hair out of his face, hoping his eyes would open.

"I did this once before, when you first got here." Lyrina looked up at Lady Stark, surprised she had spoken. "You were out for two days, and I stayed by your side the whole time."

"I am thankful, My lady, but you did not have to do that. I was just a stranger to you then, and I suppose I still am."

"Lyrina, you are not a stranger here. I am sorry for how I acted towards you these last few days, but my head was a mess. Ned is leaving me, I just didn't know how to handle that on top of everything. I do not blame you, I know what a child must do when they are scared." That was that, that was all Lady Stark said.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of Lyrina, she hated the idea of Lady Stark hating her. Everyone in Winterfell was close to her heart, and if she left here with someone upset with her it would kill her.

"Lady Stark, the hunting party has returned. Would you like me to-" The poor Maester didn't get to finish, Lady Stark was up and out the door before he could.

Lyrina sat alone with Bran holding his hand, willing him to wake up. She spoke to him, telling him about all the things he was going to do as a Kings guard. How he would be able to ride into battle as his brothers bannerman, he just had to wake up. She held his hand so tightly, afraid if she let go he would slip away. She knew she would have to let go when Lord Stark came back in, he would need to the time with his son.

As soon as Lord Stark, Lady Stark and Robb came into the room Lyrina went to leave, but they stopped her. Lord Stark asked her to stay as he pulled up a chair beside where his wife was sitting. Lyrina stayed seated, as Robb came and sat beside her looking at his brother.

"Is he going to be okay?" It was Robb who spoke, quietly unsure.

His mother told him what she knew, while she held on to Lord Stark's hand. Lyrina felt she had no place in the room, she was just a girl who loved Bran very much. He was like a younger brother to her, she needed him to be okay. Everyone sat in silence until it became too late for anyone to stay up anymore.

Lyrina and Robb walked to their chambers in silence, neither knowing what to say to one another. Lyrina knew Robb, he would wait until he was alone to show how he was truly feeling. On the outside he had to be strong, be brave for his family, for Bran but Lyrina knew. When they got to his chamber, Lyrina just gave him a quick hug before going into her own room.

The day had been draining on her since Bran fell, her mind was full of worry for the young child. All she kept asking her self is how it happened, he was so careful. She had never in four years seen him even slip while climbing. She really began to wonder if he had been pushed, but she instantly cleared that thought from her head. No one would push such an innocent young child.

Lyrina was thankful as she undressed that the pain in her shoulder had subsided, to know only hurting when she moved. She would have to make sure she slept in a way that kept pressure off of her. It didn't take her long to find a comfortable spot when a knock came on her door.

Just one night can I be alone?

"Lyrina..are you awake?" Her door opened only enough for Arya to poke her head. Lyrina cursed herself for the thought of wanting to be alone, when this poor girl looked like she was suffering.

"Come in, Arya." Arya had come to Lyrina only one other time at night, and it was because she had a nightmare. Usually she would go to her parents if something was wrong, but with Bran she could assume Arya didn't want to bother them.

Arya climbed into the bed with Lyrina and got comfortable. Lyrina could hear her sniffle an try to fight back her tears.

"Hush now, it will be okay Arya. He is a strong boy, your brother will pull through. Try and get some rest." She heard Arya mumble in return.

Lyrina played with Arya's hair trying to keep her calm, telling her it was all going to be better soon. Lyrina had no true experience with things like this, so she just did what she would want at Arya's age. She whispered to her softly, and made sure she was completely comfortable and safe. Lyrina didn't fall asleep, she just laid there on her side watching Arya. She could see the tear stains on her cheek, and feel her even breathing pattern at least she had fallen asleep. Lyrina wished she could follow suit but her thoughts were everywhere. She worried Lady Stark wouldn't go to bed, she worried about Bran, worried for Rickon and Sansa. She knew Robb and Jon would be okay, they would hold it all until they were alone. They would be the strong men they need to be, they were such good men.

Lyrina closed her eyes faking sleep as her chamber door opened again, she didn't want to be bothered by anyone it was much too late. To her surprise she could hear the person enter her chamber and move towards her bed. Even still Lyrina kept her eyes closed until she felt the mattress behind her shift, she took in a deep breath.

"I know you are awake. Can I just stay in here for a little while?" Lyrina turned her head to see Robb sitting there staring at her. She would have moved to face him but laying on the side would hurt, and if she laid on her back she feared waking Arya.

"If you are quiet, you may. Arya is sleeping next to me, I don't think she wanted to be alone." She knew it was inappropriate but what could she do, send him away? His brother was laying in wait to see if he would be okay, the poor man must have been distraught.

"Thank you." He whispered.

For a moment he just sat there, she could feel his fidgeting. She wanted to hug him and tell him it would be alright, to help him like she was helping Arya. But it is different to comfort a man, than to comfort a child. He continued sitting there until she felt the bed shift again, and to her surprised he laid down behind her. She didn't make a sound, or make a move to face him but she could feel herself blush.

"I don't know what to do, Lyrina. I can't help him, I feel so helpless."

"I know Robb, but he is strong he will be awake again before you know it." She was trying to be positive but she could feel tears threaten to fall.

"I just don't know what happened, Lyrina. I left this morning, and come back here to a whole different situation." Robb sounded truly distressed and Lyrina felt horrible.

"I am sorry, Robb. Everything will be better soon, just trust in it. The faith of the Gods will keep him safe."

"Will you pray with me?" Lyrina was taken aback by his request, he had never asked such a thing before.

"I will."

And so he began to pray, and Lyrina listened as he prayed aloud. He prayed for his brother, for his mother and father. He prayed for Jon going to the wall, he prayed for himself. He was just going on a list and Lyrina just listened to him. He was letting her see him at a very vulnerable moment and she appreciated that.

When he was finished they both just laid there in silence. She expected him to get up but he continued to just lay there behind her breathing. In the silence she could hear it faintly, he was crying. Lyrina knew he was trying to hide, trying not to let it show so she didn't speak on it. She just laid there controlling her own breathing and absently playing with Arya's hair.

"Please don't get upset." Lyrina was confused by what he meant until he got closer. She could feel him get closer to her, pressing himself against her through the blankets. She felt her breath hitch in her chest but she didn't panic, she didn't move away. He didn't touch her at first, just stayed close to her.

"Lyrina, do you like it here, do you want to stay? If you could would you stay here?" Lyrina closed her eyes as his spoke so quietly.

"I would, yes Robb,I would love it. I don't want to be with them Robb, I would do anything to stay here." She was desperate, she hate that she sounded desperate. She felt him reach out and touch her shoulder, only to pull away as she hissed. He pushed her hair out of the way so he could see the bruise on her shoulder. Lyrina cursed herself wishing she had warn a less revealing night dress.

"Lyrina.." His voice was low and she felt like she should move away but she didn't. She bit her lip as she felt his warm breath close to her shoulder. What was he doing? He spoke her name once more, before she felt his lips press against the bruise.

"Robb." Lyrina made sure to keep her voice quiet but stern. He could not act like this, not towards her, she was not a whore.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to. Is this what happened last night?" He backed off of her, but he still lay close enough she could feel his breathing.

"It was, but it is doing much better." She was sure the bruise looked horrible, but what could she do about it.

"He tripped you didn't he? Did he cause the bruise as well , Lyrina? Please, tell me."

" It was an accident,Robb. He is my brother, annoying as he may be, he is my brother and he would never hurt me." Liar.

"If you say so, but please be careful. I do not trust them, Lyrina, I do not trust them at all." She understood his reasoning, he had no reason to trust them. But she would soon be a part of that family, would that mean he would one day not trust her? They grew silent again, her mind filled with doubts. Would they all lose faith in her when she went to Kings Landing? Would her family change her into someone she would hate?

"Lyrina, you need to get rest."

"As do you, my Lord." She smiled at her own joking tone, but happened next surprised her.

"Oh so I am Lord to you now, Lyrina." She felt him inch closer to her again, and once more a blush crept unto her cheeks. "I would prefer you continue to call me Robb, Princess."

"Oh yes, of course." She was giggling quietly. Suddenly she realized how tired she was, and without meaning to she let out a yawn. She heard him whisper something under his breath, but she could no decipher the words.

"Sleep Lyrina, I will go soon." And so she closed her eyes, slowly letting herself feel comfortable. She knew he would leave eventually, he had to. If anyone caught him in her room in the morning they would both be in trouble. She wondered what her father would do, he always did have a temper.

Just as she felt herself drift off into sleep, an arm was placed around her waist. She smiled to herself but fought the urge to move her body closer to his. Lyrina just laid there falling asleep, enjoying the safety of the moment.

Robb's P.O.V

The day had turned from a mess to an absolute nightmare. He had spent most of the trip back debating on what to tell Lyrina, he spent the day fighting the not to run up and kiss her. Lyrina was all he could think about, and when rode up into Winterfell he was ready. What he didn't expect to see was his mother standing there, her eyes puffy and dead inside. Something had happened, something horrible had happened. He and his father were off their horses before anyone could say a word.

"It's Bran, he has fallen." Robb's head was swimming. Fallen? Bran does not fall. Bran climbs like it is all he knows, he does not simply fall. As he followed his mother up to Bran's room his head was a mess. He was angry, he was upset and he was worried but he had to keep it together. His mother was a mess, he could tell that much, he had to be strong.

In the room Lyrina tried to leave and part of him wished she would so he couldn't think of her. But his father asked her to stay, so Robb just sat beside her. He couldn't keep his eyes off Bran, his sleeping, quiet little brother. He prayed to the seven to keep him safe, he just needed Bran to wake up. He sat there for hours just staring at him, just willing him to wake up.

Sooner than he had liked it got late, and he knew sleep would be his only escape. He walked with Lyrina back to their chambers, and as they walked she filled his thoughts once again. He could tell her right then, marry her in the morning. Get her to stay here with him forever, but he couldn't say a word. He just watched her out of the corner of his eye, watched as she tried to be brave just like he was. Strength can only take people so far, and he knew soon she would break.

In his room he didn't undress, he just stood there staring at his bed. Why did this have to happen to his brother? His young, innocent and full of life brother. He was angry, so very angry. In his heart he knew there was no way Bran had fallen but what could he do? He couldn't go back and fix it, he could just be the big brother he needed to be. Bran filled every thought in his head now, everything. He pictured the day he was born, the day he first held a bow, the first time he said his name and every moment since then. The thought of losing his brother was going to be the end of him.

When he couldn't take it anymore he did something he left is room, he would just go find Theon and get drunk. All the wine and Ale he could drink until the day turned into nothing but a memory. He didn't get three steps in the hall before he turned back around, he wouldn't go see Theon.

He slipped into her chamber quietly, hoping she was still awake he needed someone to talk to. Robb saw her eyes close and almost smiled to himself thinking she was faking it. He noticed Arya curled up in front of her, sleeping soundly. It seemed he wasn't the only one seeking her comfort tonight. He sat on the side of her bed with her back to him, he didn't speak at first just sat there.

"I know you are awake, can I just stay here a little while?" He could feel himself falling apart at the seams, what was it about her that made him feel this way. She gave him permission as she turned to face him, her eyes looking at him with sadness. He just sat there staring at her back when she returned to looking at Arya. She was right there, he could touch her, hug her, hold her but he didn't. He knew he was in the wrong, he knew that if anyone came in they would think him vile. He didn't care, he needed someone and she was all he could think of.

He got tired of sitting there just staring, so he laid down behind her. He was careful not to get too close, to make her uncomfortable. He opened up to her, showed her his weakness. Told her how he felt so weak, so broken. Everything was so different than when he left that morning. That morning his brother slept safe in his bed, and Lyrina was just a girl. Just a girl he dreamt of, a girl he longed to touch, but just a girl. Now his brother laid in a bed fighting for his life, and he laid inches from a woman who would be his wife, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. How would she react to it?

He prayed out loud, trying to be strong for the both of them. She was so encouraging, giving him strength just as he was about to fall. He prayed for his family, and for her. He prayed to the old Gods to keep everyone he loved safe, and he prayed for his brother to wake up. He needed the Gods to do their work, he needed them to help him. He had no power to help is brother, he was just a man.

He broke down as he finished his prayer but he wouldn't let her know it. He wept almost silently as he stared at her black hair, he needed her. He needed her in his life and he didn't know why.

"Please do not get upset." He gently moved his body closer to hers, so he was now pressing himself against her back. There were blankets between them but being so close to her made him feel better, just knowing she was there. He could fall asleep in peace, but he couldn't.

"If you could would you stay here?" Would she stay with him? Her response was desperate, almost pleading him to give her a reason to stay and he could. He reached out to touch her, to turn her toward him, to tell her. The second his hand touched her shoulder he heard her wince in pain. Had he hurt her? He moved her hair to see her once pale shoulder, now black, blue, purple and green. The bruise on her shoulder was much worse than he had imagined it would be. He moved forward and whispered her name against her skin before placing a gentle kiss against her.

"Robb." Her voice was a whisper but he understood the severity in her tone. She did not like him touching her in such a way. He moved away from her ashamed of himself, but also upset. She did not think of him in the way he thought of her. What kind of marriage could they have if she didn't want it too? She deserved someone better.

He asked about the bruise, to get his mind off of the rejection. He was worried about her, she was defending Joffery. He could tell in the way she spoke that she did too believe he did it on purpose. The Lannisters were cruel people, and Joffery was no exception to that. He didn't trust a single one of them, and he didn't want her to go to Kings Landing. What would they do to her there? Would her father be able to protect her?

She called him Lord, she was such a smart ass sometimes, and it made him smile. But she needed sleep, she needed to be rested for her day ahead. He moved closer so he could almost feel her once again, he wanted to feel her. She let out a small yawn, causing Robb to curse under his breath. Her yawn was quiet, soft and almost sounded like a moan. She had no idea of what she did to him. When she had slowly started to drift off to sleep, he wrapped his arm around her waist resisting the urge to pull her close to him.

He laid there for what seemed like hours, and he did not want to move but if anyone found them. So he willed himself to get up and make his way back to his own chamber. As he was shutting her door, he looked back in on her sleeping form. Her body curled around his sister who was sleeping soundly next to her.

"I love you, Lyrina." He did, he loved her. And with the love he found with her, he knew what he most do.

A/N: I hope you cans see why I felt this chapter had to be so long, so much going on. Is he going to tell her about the betrothal? I had so much fun writing this chapter, minus the little dream I have to get better at that. I hope you all like the chapter.