Author's note: So here is another chapter, did not take me nearly as long as the last one. I am going to expermient with more point of views again in the next one. I have so many ideas it is crazy. Thank you for all the follows and favs and reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones, or the characters, world or plot of the shows or books. I do own Lyrina and her plot. The two quotes are from "You could be happy" by Snow Patrol and "I'm already home" By A great big world.

Chapter 7: Doubts.

"You could be happy and I won't know, but you weren't happy the day I watched you go."

Robb's P.O.V

Lyrina had been gone only a few weeks and everything had fallen apart. His mother had not left Bran's side, which meant everything fell into Robb's lap. She was supposed to be helping him, he was not supposed to be running Winterfell on his own. If it weren't for the fact he had Theon, ser Rodrik and the Maester everything would have been worse. Robb did the best he could, but there was only so much he could do. He couldn't wake his brother up, he couldn't get his father to turn around, he couldn't fix what his mother was going through.

Robb missed Lyrina and he was going to break under the pressure so he decided he would go sit in her room for just a little bit. He had not been there since he had crept out early the morning she left. He could not bring himself to sit among her things, but he needed a break. He knew it would be the one place no one would look for him, and he felt like he owed it to her to at least visit that space. When he entered her room he found it clean, and a piece of paper out of place on her bed. He picked it up and began smiling to himself.

Robb,

If you find this it means you have decided to stumble back into my room. I am glad it is a place you can feel good, even in my absence. You were gone when I woke up this morning, I don't know if you stayed but I will imagine you did. The time we shared before I left means a lot to me, and I am glad we got to be that close. I don't know what saying goodbye to you will be like, and I am sure I won't say what I truly wish. So here I am going to write how I feel, so when you read it I will be leagues away, and I won't feel like a silly little girl. I care about you Robb Stark, and not in the way I care for your family, or for Jon. The way I feel for you is different, I don't know when it happened, but it did. I will never begin to imagine how you feel about me, but I can not wait to hear from you. I also hope you find yourself, don't feel pressured to take your fathers place. You are your own man Robb, help your mother she needs you. Winterfell needs you, and in a year I will see you again.

Take care,

Lyrina Baratheon.

Robb smiled to himself and put the letter down, she knew he would come to her room. He cared for the girl too, he would even admit he may have loved her. He knew what he did was right though, she needed to be with her father, she needed to learn who she was. While she was learning who she was, he would learn to be the man she would one day need.

He stayed in her room for a little longer until he figured it was time to check on his mother. She had not eaten or even really slept since his father had left, he wanted to make sure she had food. He found Maester Luwin in the room trying to get his mother to listen to him, Robb knew it would do no good so he spoke the Maester instead.

"Mother, Rickon needs you. He is young and does not know what is going on here." His mother began to crying, yelling about Bran.

"Bran will live mother, so please." But she was not having any of it. She just kept crying telling him to shut the windows. The animals in the kennels were crying, and whining only making his mothers agitation worse. As Robb went to close the windows he saw that the library was on fire.

"Mother stay here, there is a fire. I will back as soon as I can." Robb ran out of the room and out of the castle. Nothing was going right, everything was falling apart and it had only been two weeks since his father had left. He just needed something to got right.

The fire took what felt like forever to put out, and on his way back to his mother he ran into someone who told him Maester Luwin was with her, and that his mother had been injured. Robb did not know if he had ever ran faster in his life, but he soon found himself in Bran's room. There was blood on the floor, with a dead body. His mother sat in the same chair she had for months while Luwin wrapped her hands in cloth.

"Mother." She just looked at him with a emotionless face, he knew she had finally reached a point of no return.

"He came to kill Bran." Someone had come to kill his brother. Robb took a look at his brother, his mother and the dead body before he stormed out of the room. He felt an anger boiling in his body, he was getting angrier with each thought he had. Some one had sent a person to murder his little brother, that just supported his fears that someone had pushed his younger brother as well. He could not imagine the kind of sick person it would take to plot the murder of an innocent child.

Bran was just a fucking kid, and there was no honor or respect in harming a child. As Robb stormed about the halls he thought about who would hurt an innocent child. As he was doing so, he remembered the lesson of the sack of Kings Landing, when Tywin Lannister ordered his men to kill the children of Elia Martell. Would the other Lannisters hurt an innocent child? Had they been the ones to push his brother? He did not want to believe ill of Lyrina's family but he did not trust them. If they had pushed his brother, they would pay.

Robb laid in her bed unwilling to sleep in his own after the long day. He wished she was still there so he could wrap himself around her. Lyrina helped him through Bran's fall,she was the only one he would show his weakness too and now he had no one. He had everything falling into his lap, and he no one to lessen the load. He could write to her, but she would not get it until she arrived in Kings Landing. He just laid there imagining she was still there beside him, keeping him close. He had never intended to get so close to her, but he did, he let her in. Slowly he drifted off to sleep thinking of a year from now when he would soon see her again.

He was awoken the next morning by Theon saying his mother demanded his presence in the Godswood. Had his mother finally gotten up from Bran's side?

"How did you even know where to find me?" Theon just smirked at Robb.

"I looked in your room, figured if you weren't there you'd be here pining after her."

"I am not pining, I just miss the girl is all." Robb tried to be nonchalant about her, he had not told Theon he loved the girl, or about the betrothal.

"You need to let the girl go, she is a princess. Just fuck someone else, and it will fade." It was all about sex to him. Robb did not wish to just fuck someone else, he wanted to be with Lyrina.

"It's not like that, and make sure you do not talk like that in front of my mother. Did she tell you what it was about anyway?" Robb was concerned about what would be important enough to separate his mother from Bran.

"It was Ser Rodrik that found me, and asked me to find you. My guess is he was told by your mother, it sounds serious." Was she getting worse from last night? He had dreamt about the attack on his mother and brother, it was burned into his head. If the fire hadn't broken out he could have protected her.

They found his mother, Ser Rodrik and the Maester all standing together by the weirwood tree. Robb looked at his mother who just looked determined and angry. Ser Rodrik was holding a dagger,one he could only assume came from the man last night.

"You all must swear to secrecy, what I am going to say must stay between us." All the men in company nodded to their lady, Robb did so concerned what his mother was going to say. "I do not think Bran fell from that tower, I believe he was thrown." Robb had thought that as well, but hearing his mother say it just raised his anger. He thought he was being paranoid but he knew his mother would not accuse someone of doing such a thing without some kind of proof. She had to have a reason for her beliefs, and Robb needed to know.

"Someone tried to kill my son twice. Who would try so hard to kill an innocent child unless he had seen something he was not meant to." Robb controlled his breathing as his mother spoke, he would not lose his composure in front of her or anyone else.

"Saw what, M'lady." Theon was always polite his mother, Robb could be thankful for that.

"I do not know, Greyjoy, but I do suspect the Lannisters had something to do with it. We all know they may not be as loyal to the crown as they once were. Lannisters are no strangers to harming children for their own gain." So Robb was not the only one who feared the Lannisters had something to do with the attempted murder of his younger brother.

"The dagger is made if Valyrian steel with a dragon bone hilt, not something a common man could come by. My guess is the one who hired him gave him this dagger." Ser Rodrik spoke up, showing the dagger.

"They come into our home and try to murder my brother. If it is war the Lannisters want, it is a war they shall get." Robb was ready to raise his bannermen, he was ready to slaughter the Lannisters. He knew what they were capable of. He had seen the fear in Lyrina as she spoke of her grandfather, he had heard the tales of killing children and now they tried to kill his brother.

"I will stand beside you,Robb." He knew Theon would go to war with him, and he knew no matter what he would have his back. But as quickly as Robb was about to ride off to war, Maester Luwin shut him down. They didn't know the truth his said, no, Robb did know the truth.

"I do not trust that he will get word if I send it by Raven." His mother was talking of getting word to his father. Robb would do it, he would ride to Kings Landing and tell his father. He would tell him the Lannisters tried to kill his son, he would get his sisters and Lyrina. He would get them all out of Kings Landing before something worse befell them.

"I will go mother." But she shot him down, she said he must stay. He felt useless staying in Winterfell. The last thing he wanted was his mother on the road, she would not be safe. He tried to argue with her, but she was a stubborn woman and would not listen. He was at least thankful Ser Rodrik offered to accompany her, she would have at least someone to protect her.

He left the Godswood followed by Theon, he needed to go somewhere that they could not be overheard easily. Robb lead Theon to the kennel where Grey wind was so they could be alone. His head was a mess of thoughts and he did not know what to do.

"I sent her away with them, I knew they weren't to be trusted." He let the words out of his mouth before he thought them through.

"Lyrina is with her family, they were going to take her you could not stop them." But he could have, he could have kept her. He thought her family was safer for her than himself, but now he had his doubts.

"I do not trust the Lannisters, they have hurt her before, they have tried to kill my brother."

"Lyrina was the one that found him Robb, are you sure you can trust her?" Robb had never doubted his trust in Lyrina, he had no reason to.

"Theon stop the madness, you know as well as I do that we can trust her. She may come from that Lannister mother, but she is better than them. She loved Bran." Theon just looked down as if he was ashamed, and Robb felt he should be. How dare Theon accuse Lyrina, she had never done anything to harm anyone in their family.

"She did lie though, Robb. Did you forget that, did you forget she deceived your whole family for years? She pretended to be someone she wasn't, it is not a stretch." Theon was playing with fire.

"Theon, you are one of my closest friends, I would go as far to call you a brother. Do not dare to accuse her of this, she did what she had to. She wasn't ripped from her family like you, she ran away out of fear. She had no reason to harm Bran." How dare Theon speak of his betrothed in such a horrid way. But Robb felt himself start to think about what he was saying. Could Lyrina have bee part of the plot to murder Bran?

Lyrina's P.O.V

"Don't you know I spend all my nights counting backwards the days till I'm home"

She wanted to be back in Winterfell so much more than she wanted to be on the Kingsroad. They had been traveling for weeks and she just wished could turn around. Arya was good enough company for Lyrina, but when she was alone everything was horrible. She missed Jon, if he were with her he would know how to help her. Her brother would find her, and say such vile things to her. Her mother had forbidden her to wear riding clothes, so she was forced to wear only dresses, even while riding a horse. Lyrina was beginning to get fed up, and they had not even reached Kings Landing.

"Lyri, come on I want you see what I can do." Lyrina looked up from her book when Arya entered the tent, a smile on the young girls face. The young girl had found a new nickname for Lyrina, and Lyrina did not mind it much. Arya had taken up sword fighting any chance she had gotten, Lyrina could only imagine the trouble she would be in if anyone knew she had a real sword. Jon had given the young girl a thin, small sword. It was special to Arya, but Lyrina worried for the girl.

"What am I coming to see,Arya?"

"Mycah is going to practice with me, please come." The girl was standing in the doorway with a defiant little smile on her face. How could Lyrina say no?

The pair made their way out of the tent and into the sunlight. People were all over the place, and Lyrina did not like it. She knew it would only be worse in the capitol, she had managed to convince her father she did not need a guard on the road. He was adamant though that upon their arrival in Kings Landing he would give her the best guard he could find to keep her safe. She hated the idea.

Arya was running ahead of Lyrina when they reached the river, Lyrina could not help but smile at the girls excitement. She was truly a wild child. When they reached the river she could see Mycah was already there holding two long wooden sticks in his hands. She regarded the child before walking to the river bed, she knew the river her father had told her of it when they arrived.

"Did you know this was the river where my father smashed in Rhaegar Targaryen's chest, killing him." Lyrina's father had been so proud when he told her, but Lyrina's voice did not hold so much pride. Lyrina had never killed anyone, or seen anyone killed.

"Really, does that mean the rubies are in there?" Arya sounded so excited but Lyrina just told that they would have washed away over the years. With a disappointed sigh she heard Arya begin talking to Micah.

As the two children began to play around, Lyrina removed her shoes and dipped her feet in the cool water. She had never really been in any water, she did visit the hot springs that kept Winterfell warm, but she had not entered them. She enjoyed the feeling of the water on her feet, not really caring that the bottom of the dress was getting wet. She began to imagine what the bloody battle had been like, all the people screaming and dying at the hands of her father and his men. A war started over love. Her father painted this picture to her of honor, love and duty. He rode into battle for Lyanna, her brothers and for the whole Stark family. It was not a rush to claim a throne, it was for the woman he loved.

As she thought about love and the horrors it could bring, she thought of Robb. She had missed him and she wondered if he had missed her. They had shared a kiss, her first kiss, but did that mean the same thing to him as it did to her. She cared for the Stark boy more than she could imagine, she had no plan for it to happen. Did he care for her too? She just kept kicking her feet in the water imaging what he was doing without her.

"Arya?" Lyrina looked away from the water and saw Sansa approaching with Joffrey. Lyrina exited the water and stood beside the two children, she did like the way her brother looked today.

"Sansa, Joffrey such a lovely day out, isn't it?" Lyrina flashed her brother a sweet smile, she had slowly learned if she was kind to him, his sick games weren't as bad.

"What are you doing here, Sansa? Leave." Lyrina placed her hand on Arya's shoulder. She could tell Arya was angry and afraid her sister would tell their father of her training. And before Lyrina could say another word her brother began asking questions, soon she knew it would all escalate.

"Joffrey, they are just children playing a game. Mycah is Arya's friend he did not intentionally harm her." Lyrina could see the way Joffrey smiled, his sick little smile as his eyes gleamed with wicked intent.

"So you want to be a knight, butchers boy? Pick up your sword and show me what you can do." Lyrina was ignored by Joffrey but she was not going to let him hurt anyone as he drew his sword. Mycah began to panic and Joffrey just seemed to enjoy the child's fear. It was not long before Lyrina found herself between the child and her brothers blade.

"Joffrey you will not hurt this child, they were playing around. You have the advantage here, he has a stick for Gods sake. Stop being a monster." Lyrina was angry, and she did not realize what she was saying. Once again her emotions got the better of her, she did realize what damage she had done until her brother shoved her roughly out of his way.

Lyrina fell to the ground twisting her ankle as she looked up at her brother in horror. She could see the rage written on his face as he advanced on the younger boy. She watched as her brother placed his sword upon the boy's cheek, Lyrina winced as Arya spoke up, only to be silenced by her sister. Lyrina looked over at Sansa, who was more concerned with Arya speaking up to the prince then the young boy he was about to harm. Everyone stood silent for a moment as her brother began to cut the poor boys face. Lyrina stood up wincing at the slight tinge in her ankle but she had to stop her brother, but before she could Arya hit him.

Once Arya hit him, everything went faster than she could imagine. Her brother was cursing, swinging his sword at the young girl while she ran away. Sansa was yelling at them to stop, saying they were ruining everything. Arya had not ruined anything and Lyrina wished Sansa could see that.

"Joffrey, brother, please stop this. Arya was just defending her friend, do not hurt her." Lyrina was crying, begging her brother to be reasonable. He just kept swinging at the young girl until she fell to the ground, causing Lyrina run to her side.

"You cunt." Her brother was such a vulgar boy as he pointed the sword at a child.

"Brother" But that was all Lyrina got out of her mouth before Nymeria came out of a bush and attacked her brother. She did not even know Nymeria was there, but the wolf sunk it's teeth into her brothers arm. Everyone was screaming once again, Arya began pulling Nymeria off the prince while Sansa just stood there. Lyrina moved from Arya's side to her own brothers, she needed to keep him calm before he did something even more rash.

Arya held Joffrey's sword to him as he began to beg her not to hurt him, Lyrina gave Arya a scared look before the young girl threw the sword in the river and ran off. She knew she should of chased Arya, but she needed Joffrey to be calm. She knew if he went back to their parents angry something horrible would happen.

"Sansa go get help, please." Lyrina looked over at Sansa who at first just stood there horrified of what had taken place. Lyrina told her once more to go get help this time she kept her voice calm, and stern. Sansa ran off leaving her with her brother.

"My sweet brother." She pet his head as he cried but he only pushed her hands away. "Let me see, my prince, I can help. I am sorry for what they did to you."

"You worthless bitch, she is your friend. This is all your fault, if you could control the wild bitch." Lyrina shrank back at his words, she knew there was nothing she could do. He would make Arya's life a living hell, he had no mercy.

"Please brother, they are only children." He just glared up at her with anger, as someone came running in. It was one of their fathers men, and he quickly took Joffrey away.

Lyrina sat on the ground silently crying before a group of her fathers men came looking for her. They were demanding to know where Arya had gone, Lyrina did not know. She would not allow them to find her though, they would surly take her directly to the king. Arya was not going to be safe unless Lyrina or Lord Stark found her first. So she pointed them in the opposite direction as she went off in search of the young girl.

Lyrina wondered around for hours screaming Arya's name, she looked everywhere she could. She had not managed to find the girl, and she was about ready to give up when one of her fathers men found her. He rode up on his horse saying he had been looking for her for hours, he also informed her the Stark girl had been found. She rode back with him, questions swimming in her head. What would happen to Arya, to her brother? She was worried. When they had gotten back Lord Stark was walking out of the inn.

"Lord Stark, what has happened?" Lyrina hopped off the riders horse and approached the kind man.

"Ask your father." Was all the man said, Lyrina could hear the frustration in his tone. What had her father done now?

When Lyrina entered the inn it was filled with laughter and people milling about the common area. It was not hard for Lyrina to find her father, he was sitting in a chair talking to her mother and brother. She was sure Joffrey painted the perfect picture of innocence. Lyrina put on a brave face and approached her family, she was not going to let the Stark girls suffer because of him.

"Lyrina, I am glad they finally found you." Her mother was the one to speaking, for a moment Lyrina actually believed she was happy to see her but that faded quickly.

"Mother, father I need to know what you plan to do about what happened earlier."

"It has been handled, my fawn. Sansa's wolf will be killed in place of Arya's missing one, both Joffrey and Arya will be punished, the butchers boy has been killed." Lyrina looked upon her father with hate for the first time in seeing him again. He had an innocent child murdered over her brother.

"Mycah was innocent,father." Lyrina spat her words with venom, that for a moment reminded her of her own brother.

"He ran from the hound, it was unfortunate but he was punished."

"And Lady? She did nothing and you are going to kill, because of him?" Lyrina was getting angrier, she only then began to realize she was cursed with her fathers temper.

"The other beast mauled your brother, they should all be put down. Wolves are not pets." Lyrina turned her anger to her mother. Mauled.

"He barley has a scratch, he will live. Maybe if your son had not come in and harassed the children Arya would not of had to disarm him. He would have killed her if the wolf did not step in."

"Liar!" Her brother rose his voice to match her own, but in that moment Lyrina was not backing down.

"I was there with them, they were playing around when you came in and threatened the poor boy. You even shoved me to the ground for trying to step between you and him." Her mother shut her mouth, and just glared at her. She was not going to let this go.

"Is this true Joffrey, did you shove your sister?" The king had kept his composure much to Lyrina's surprise.

"I.." Joffrey didn't know what to say and Lyrina knew she had won.

"Father,please let Sansa keep Lady. She is a good wolf, I can vouch for them. I have seen them grow up, they only defend their masters when needed." Lyrina spoke to her father calmly, smiling at him innocently. He groaned and looked around the room at all his men. He looked to her mother, but even Lyrina knew she had beaten them.

"If you can catch Lord Stark before he puts the beast down, so be it."

"Thank you father." Lyrina ran out of the inn, while she heard her mother raise her voice slightly at her father. Lyrina had gotten what she wanted, and for a moment she felt she was going to enjoy that feeling.

Lyrina called out for Lord Stark as she exited, and as she searched for him. She finally found him standing next the the direwolf with a dagger in his hand.

"Lord Stark, no do not do it. I talked to my father, told him my side of the story. Lady can live, please Lord Stark." Lyrina was crying as she stood there watching him. She was not too late, but she wondered if he would believe her.

"Lyrina, thank you." Was all the man said as he put the dagger down. She smiled at him relieved as he walked off no doubt to tell Sansa of the good news. Lyrina was pleased with herself, she had never done something like that before. Maybe she was learning a thing or two about honor but also about how to get your way.

Lyrina was not ready to go into the room she would be sharing with Arya, Sansa and Myrcella. She knew Myrcella would have found her way into their mothers chambers, but she did not want to be among the bickering Stark children yet. She knew they would be up when she returned, so she would just walk around for a little while longer.

As Lyrina walked around the camp she could hear the men had gotten rowdy, and probably drunk. She did not mind though, she was on a high from what just happened to her. She felt so good, so confident. Lyrina was horrible at standing up for herself, but she learned that she was good at being a voice for others. Lyrina was too caught up in her thoughts to pay much attention to where she was going, so when she bumped into a solid frame she was startled.

"I am sorry, Ser." Lyrina looked up to see the man everyone called the Hound. She had seen him around Winterfell, mostly following her brother around, but she had never spoken to him. She had no real reason to encounter the frightening man.

"I am no ser, girl."His voice was gruff but he was not nearly as frightening as his looks would hint at. "Why are you not in bed yet, Princess? Does your father know you are about out here?"

"I was just walking around, and no I do not think he knows." She looked down. She knew he was a guard of her fathers, would he send her back to her chambers. He just grunted in response, but he did not make a move. "I suppose I should go to bed."

With that Lyrina walked away from the stoic man and into the inn. The main hall had cleared out, no one was left but the room was a mess. Her father loved to drink, he just did not like to clean up the mess he left behind. She felt bad for the inn keeper, and she also did not wish to go back to her chambers yet. Lyrina picked up the mugs off the floor, the scattered plates and whatever other things she could find piling them all on one table to make it slightly easier.

"Always the helpful one aren't you, sister." She was not going to let him get to her, not this time.

"Well someone needs to clean up after this family's messes." Lyrina stared Joffrey straight in the eyes, she would not back down. He came toward off the stairs leading toward the bed chambers and approached her.

"You really went mad telling father all those lies." His voice was as cold as steel.

"They were not lies Joffrey, we both know it. You shoved me out of your way so you could harm an innocent child and then you went after Sansa's little sister." Her voice matched his own, he was not going to get her to back down.

"The beast mauled me, do you not care for your own brother? You sure seemed to care by the river, or were you just pretending Lyrina?"

"I do care for my brother, my brother Tommen. He is not a senseless violent man, who enjoys hurting other for his sick enjoyment. I bet he also would not cry like a baby, like you did." Lyrina saw something flash in his eyes, before she felt the hard slap across her face. Lyrina had been slapped before, she knew the pain of it. It had been so long since she was struck in the face that it shocked her.

"You are truly worthless, sister. It is a shame what the Starks turned you into. You are pretty enough, you could have been a good women for someone to marry. But now you are just a wild beast." Lyrina did not know how to speak at the moment, she felt cold with shock. She could taste blood in her mouth, she just swallowed it and stared at him.

"I am not worthless." She meant to speak with fire, instead her voice came out soft like a child. Joffrey just laughed and stepped closer to his sister.

"Dear sister, it will take some time but just like future wife you too will learn your place." As he spoke the bastard leant down and kissed the cheek he had just slapped. "Now run off to bed sister, oh and don't you dare think of telling our father."

Lyrina stood there for a moment feeling any strength she had gained today leave her body, she felt like hiding in a hole somewhere. Without a word she rushed past him and into the chamber she shared with the girls. She was right, Myrcella was no where to be found, Arya was sitting in Lyrina's bed and Sansa was asleep in their bed.

"Arya,are you okay?" Lyrina slipped out of her dress and into her nightdress as she spoke to the girl. She just looked at Lyrina with anger in her eyes, and Lyrina knew she was upset about Mycah. She could not blame Arya, Lyrina was horrified at the innocent murdering of a child as well.

"What happened to your lip." Lyrina reached up and touched the cut on her lip, she just smiled at Arya.

"It is nothing, now come let's get you to bed. We should be in Kings landing soon enough." Lyrina climbed into bed with Arya, and the two girls got comfortable. As Lyrina lay there with Arya in her arms, she wished the door would open and Robb would slip into the bed behind her. He would know how to feel about everything that happened, he would know hat to say to her. Right before Lyrina closed her eyes to sleep she mumbled his name under her breath, as if by some magic he could hear her.

A/N: I know in canon Lady dies but I could not allow that nonsense, plus I felt like Lyrina needed a confidence boost. Plus this story will eventually shatter the canon ideal lol.