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Chapter 17: Not a Queen.

"Hold on to me girl, if you feel your grip getting loose just know that I won't let you down."

Lyrina's P.o.v

She was not going to do this, she couldn't do it. If he became king her brother would take her back, and kill Robb. Everything she did, every vile act she committed would pointless. He was supposed to listen to her, to trust her. But he didn't, he wanted be king and she couldn't be his queen. She had to leave she had go and find somewhere to hide until Joffrey would give up on her. She would just run until she couldn't run anymore.

In her tent she just broke down, Lyrina could not keep her feeling in anymore. She began to cry, she began to scream she was so angry. He was done with the war but he couldn't give it up, is vengeance was going to be the end of them. He didn't give her the chance to explain everything to him, he just went ahead and did things. She was supposed to be his equal, his wife but instead she just felt like a pawn in his game. He claimed the thrown wasn't what he wanted but yet he was now a king,and by marrying her his claim to the iron throne would be sealed. It would be sealed by anyone who believed the lies.

"Girl, what's the matter?" Sandor came into her tent but she did not wish to see him either. She didn't want to see anyone.

"Get out, get the fuck out." She didn't look at him, but she was sure he left.

She didn't know where she would go, she didn't care. She would go somewhere they couldn't get to her. She didn't want to be a pawn in someone's game, she wanted to be herself. Her whole childhood had been spent as someone's pawn. Her family would have used her to set up an alliance, her father had made sure of that. She had four years of freedom, when no one know who she was, but now those days were gone. She was naive to think by coming to Robb everything would go back to the way things were, he was too stubborn. She didn't get why he would let those people bow to him, he wanted to go home, but clearly not enough. She thought she would be enough for him to go home, to spend the rest of their lives together, but she was foolish. The wolf is always a hunter, and the fawn is sometimes the prey.

"Lyrina, why did you run?" She did not think he would come to her so soon. She was sure he would be basking in the glory of his men.

"Get out." She did not look at him either, she couldn't.

"No, I will not until you speak to me." His voice held the same control it did in front of his men. She wasn't the only one who had learned how to control themselves.

"I don't want to speak to you. Get out."

"Lyrina, look at me." His voice was rising, but she didn't care. He could yell at her all he wanted to, she wasn't going to do it. "My fawn, please."

"No, now please leave."She was standing on the opposite side of her tent from but it did not take him long to reach her.

"Look at me." She could see his feet as she looked down, but that was all she was willing to look at.

"I do not want to do this with you right now, king Stark." Her voice was bitter, and she just felt so angry. He didn't know of her deal with her brother, but he didn't give her time to tell him. He just went off and told them everything.

"I am not your king, I am to be your husband."

"Are you? Why so you can have a claim to the iron throne? Since you so stupidly believe the lies over facts. You're using me to claim the throne, I am not stupid." She was so angry.

"I do not want the iron throne, Lyrina, I told you that already."

"You are a liar, if you did not want it you would tell them you are no king. You are just a man, who should kneel and go home." She looked up at him now, she knew she was crying but she did not care. She was just done pretending, pretending to be proper, pretending she was going to stand there and be the dutiful wife.

"You want me to kneel to the man who killed my father? Why?"

"Because it will be the only way I stay." She saw the shock in his eyes.

"So you'll leave me, break the pact, because I won't bend a knee to your brother? I thought you loved me."

"I do love you and that's why I have to leave. You can't protect me and your sister if you are going to be a king. If you don't go home, he'll take me back and you'll never see me again. Is that what you want?" She was looking up at him with so much anger. She didn't know if she had ever been so angry with him before.

"He won't touch you, I would never.."

"You don't have a choice because you didn't give me a chance to explain it all to you. You went and told everyone my mother was rumored to give birth to her brothers children. You all but told your men that I was the only heir to the throne. None of them would follow me, I know you did not intend for that, but if you had given me time to explain why you should go home you would understand."

"Then tell me, explain it me." His voice was calm, and she envied him for a moment.

"I made deal to come here, you had to know that. You had to know there was some ulterior motive in which my family would allow us to wed. I am correct in that, yes?" She knew he was not dumb, he had to know she was there so he would kneel.

"Yes, but I also knew you would never expect me to kneel to him. I expected you to be on my side."

"I am on your side, I am on the side that keeps us together. What would your war do for us,Robb? What could would come of you killing my family?" Not that she really considered her family, her family. She would care if he touched Tommen, or Myrcella maybe even her mother but that was it truly.

"I will not sit by and watch your brother destroy this realm." She didn't expect him to, but he couldn't fight this. "I will not allow those people get away with trying to take everything from my family. Lyrina, you have to know that, you have to understand that."

"It doesn't change the facts Robb, I made a deal with my brother. It was a ruse to get what I wanted but it doesn't change that if you don't march home, he will destroy everything. He will take Sansa, marry her and you will never see her again. He will take me back to Kings Landing, and make sure we never see one another. He will make sure you die, slowly, and it will be horrible. I don't want that, I never wanted it. I had to do something to leave, so I made him a promise that I never intended to keep." She knew she would be with Robb, and she knew eventually someone would take the throne from Joffrey and she could keep her family with him. She could have had her life with Robb and her brother would never had thought differently about his claim on the north.

"What exactly was the deal, tell me, word for word."

"I told him that if he let me marry you, that he could have the north. I told him I could convince you to go back north, and kneel to him. I convinced him that the children we had would be of his blood, and loyal to him." She left the part out about murdering him, she didn't want him to know that.

"That would never happen, you know I would never let that happen." He began to step away from her, and Lyrina realized he thought she meant it.

"I know, but I had to do something. I knew my brother would never have the north, I would never let that happen. Robb, I did it so we could be together, to get Sansa out of there, I did it for you." She was desperate for him not to hate her. She was still angry at him, he had ruined everything, but she did not wish him to think ill of her.

"I understand, I do. I am sorry,love, I am. I should have known you had to do something like that to leave." She was glad he understood. "It doesn't change that I am now a king, and I will not bow before your brother."

"Than I will no doubt be back in Kings Landing before too long." She knew her brother would make her go back as soon as he got word. He would send men to get her, they would kill anyone who stopped them.

"No you won't, never again. I swear to you that I will protect you, I swear it. I failed you before, I know I did, I failed you by sending you to them but I won't do it again. Your brother will have to kill me before I let him have you or my sister." He pulled her against him and she held onto him tightly.

"That's what I am afraid of."

He just held her and Lyrina cried against his chest. She didn't want to lose him but she would if they kept this up. He could not be a king with her, she could not be married to him, it would only bring harm to him. She did not wish for him to suffer on her behalf.

"I'm not letting you go, I'm not letting you run away from me. We have waited too long for this." She knew he was right, they had waited too long for it. Could she threw away something she put so much into?

"I will never be your queen." She whispered against his chest.

"You are more of a queen than I am a king and this is okay. I don't want the throne, I want you and my home." She wanted to hit him for bringing it up again, but she didn't she just cried against him. This war was going to tear them apart.

Arya's p.o.v

"I should have been there, I could have done something." She was still angered over her father's death, and there was nothing that could change that. She would kill them.

"Arya, you couldn't have done anything, they would have killed you. Lyrina protected you, and you should be thankful to be home." Gendry had become someone she could lean on, someone that was a older male figure in the house of children.

Arya, Bran and Rickon were the only Starks in Winterfell. It was not easy for Bran to run everything while Robb was away, they were lucky to have Maester Luwin, even then it was rough. Gendry was more help then they could have asked for, always there when they needed him. He helped Bran with most things, and he was always kind to Rickon. Arya would train fighting with him, and sometimes he would even teach her how to be blacksmith.

"Did you get a raven from Lyrina?" Arya saw Gendry holding a letter in his hand, and she was curious. She herself had received one from the girl finally, and she didn't know if Lyrina had reached out to Gendry.

"She thinks her father was mine as well." Arya could see it, and no doubt the king had bastards. "She said your father told her, and that he really believed it."

"Would it bother you if you were?"

"No, she wants to get to know me." Arya figured as much, Lyrina got to know her other siblings, and no doubt she would do the same for Gendry.

They didn't speak of it again, instead the pair went for a walk through the woods near by. She spent a lot of time with Gendry, he was after all her traveling companion, he was good company. He always made her smile, which was nice because she didn't smile much after the news of her father. She could not believe that Joffrey had killed him, she would make sure he paid. She knew Robb was still marching south, she knew he would no doubt kill the king before she could, but she could dream. She could always join her brother and fight.

"Take me with you." Arya stopped walking and looked at Gendry. Her brother had offered him a spot in the army, and she knew he was going to take it.

"Your bother would not like it if I put you in harms way. You are safe here, you know that." She didn't care if she was safe.

"I don't care, I will come back here, I just want to see them." She had not seen her mother or brother since she left for Kings Landing. She may not have been as close to Robb as she was to Jon, but she still loved and worried about him.

"I will think about it, I don't want your brother to dislike me before I even start fighting for him."

"You can barley fight as it is, your stance is horrid." She laughed at him, she had been trying to help him but he wasn't awful.

"Well not everyone can be as good as you, my lady." She hated when he called her that.

"Oh well, sorry, my prince." She had never called him the before but she could not help but think of it. He was just a young blacksmith, who may have actually been a prince.

"Oh that isn't nice." She just smiled at him. She hoped he would be fine at war with her brother, she thought he had a real place with them in Winterfell. "I think I will mostly be repairing armor and weapons anyway. Which is more than fine by me, I thought the war would be over."

"Not with my father being dead, Robb will not stop until the king is dead." She kicked the dirt in front of her, she had never imagined losing her father so young.

"It'll be okay, let's get back before Bran sends someone looking for us."

Bran had been doing better about being crippled but he would tell Arya often about the odd dreams that plagued him. She had no answers for him about ravens and such things, she would just tell him it would all be fine. Osha, the wildling they took in, would tell them crazy stories of beyond the wall, wild tales that Arya never believed in. She knew Bran believed them, which only made her worry more about her brother's sanity.

"I hope Jon is careful at the wall." Rickon would always worry about Jon when Osha brought up stories.

"He is safe, don't worry." Jon made sure to write to Arya often enough, and she was sure he checked in with Lyrina. He was always a careful boy and Arya knew not to worry about her older brothers.

She was never one to actually worry, she never felt the need to. She could defend herself if need be, and she could protect her brothers in Winterfell if she had to. She was not like Sansa, the one who needed saving. Though Sansa was safe, and Arya was happy about it, but she did not forget that her older sister said she hated their father. To Arya it was something she would have trouble forgiving, it didn't help that her sister actually wanted to marry the man who killed their father.

"When are you leaving, Gendry?" Arya knew Bran didn't want the boy to leave, he wanted everyone to come home.

"Tomorrow actually, I need to meet your brother as soon as possible." Arya really hoped he would take her with him. "I think Sansa shall be heading home after I get there."

"I should come as an escort for Sansa." Bran shot Arya a look and she knew that her brother did not want her to go.

"Arya, no, you should be here." She knew Bran just did not want her on the road again.

"We can't just have her traveling all alone."

"Robb and mother will have that taken care of. I think Robb even intends for Lyrina to come to Winterfell after the wedding." Arya couldn't believe that her brother was actually going to marry Lyrina. She missed her, and really did wish she could see her again.

"I just want to see them." Arya looked at her food, she really did just want to see her family, she missed them.

"We all do, but soon they will be home."

She gave up on fighting Bran about the issue, it was better that way. He may have been her younger sibling but he had really taken on a responsible role in everyone's absence. She had to admit she looked up to him, he stepped up and didn't let his accident ruin him. Starks were always strong and Bran was no exception.

After dinner with her family Arya found herself practicing her archery alone. She wished Jon, or Lyrina were there she could at least show them up. She missed the days when everything was carefree, before her father had to drag them to Kings landing. If she could she would go back and change but there was not enough magic in the world to bring her father back.

"Arya, are you out here?" Arya looked from her task to see Gendry making his way into the training area.

"What can I do for you?" She thought he would be asleep if he had to rise early.

"You can come with me, I sent a raven ahead to your brother telling him, I also convinced Bran." Arya hugged Gendry.

"Thank you. How did you manage to convince him?" She didn't think Bran would budge about her going to a war camp.

"I told him I would keep you safe on the way there, and that Sansa would need her sister on the trip home." She was so excited, she was going to be reunited with the rest of her family.

After the hug they both went their separate ways deciding it was best to get some sleep. Arya was too excited though, as much as she loved being home she craved adventure. As she lay in her bed she thought of all the fun things she could do when she got to the camp. She would get to be around real soldiers, she would see her mother and she would see Lyrina. They could sneak off and go on small adventures when no one was paying attention to them. She thought back to her father, and how he would of never let her go to a war camp. She prayed to the old Gods to keep her safe because she knew that was what her father would want her to do, but she also prayed to the old Gods that Joffrey would get what he deserved. And that night she dreamt of all the bloody ways she could kill the young king.