Author's Note: New chapter! The wedding will be in the next chapter, along with some other things. Thank you all for the reviews,follows and favorites.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Game of Thrones, I only own Lyrina. Lyrics are from "Am I supposed to Apologize"- by Maria Mena, I have found a few of her songs that fit Lyrina.

"I fled her house around eleven years of age." "But I will spend a lifetime trying to understand why someone sharing my bloodline would not lend me their hand."

Chapter 18: Nameday Truths

Robb's p.o.v

The woman in his arms stirred but did not wake as he smiled down at her. Lyrina had been at the camp for almost two weeks and things had finally settled down between them. After their last fight things were better, he no longer brought her family up and she did not discuss the war with him. Theon said they lived in their own little realm, and he could no deny that fact. When he entered his tent each night to find her there reading or just laying in bed he knew he had found peace. He knew she did not enjoy the fact that his men saw him as a king, as their leader, but he could not control that. He had never intended to be their king, but it was now his role to play.

"Is it time to get up?" He barley understood what she said, her voice was muffled by the furs covering them.

"No, you can keep sleeping love." He pulled her closer to him, just holding her. He had dreamt about waking up beside her everyday, and now he had it.

"Why aren't you up being a king today?" That was her way of asking why he wasn't leading his men into battle.

"Arya and Gendry are supposed to come today." She turned around so she was facing him as he spoke.

"Really?" Robb laughed at the excited tone her voice. She had been looking forward to the two visiting since he got the raven. "I am so glad."

"I am not all that excited about Arya coming, this is a war camp after all." Robb had his worries, but he knew Arya could behave. He was more concerned with the trouble the two girls could get into.

"She'll behave, it's not her you should be worried about." He caught the hint in her voice and he smiled at her.

"That's is my worry, love."

She laughed and pressed her body closer to his. She drove him mad and he was sure she didn't even know the effect she had on him. He wanted nothing more than to keep her in bed with him for days, never having to get up but that wasn't possible. He had a war to fight, and she had books to read. Lyrina looked up at him and Robb leaned forward and kissed her head.

"When do you wish to get married? I can get the Septon whenever you wish." He saw the blush fall upon her face and smiled. Whenever he mentioned the wedding she would react the same way.

"Can it wait another week? I don't have anyone to escort me. I always thought after I was reunited with my father that it would be him, or your father or even Jon but none of that can happen. So I would like the time to get to know Gendry, he is my only apparent kin."

"Of course,love. A week from now, would that be alright with you?" He wanted to be married to her, and he honestly would have done it sooner but she was hesitant.

"Yes, please."

"Than it is set, I shall tell everyone today." She relaxed in his arms.

"Is the bedding ceremony necessary? I mean it is not a proper wedding as it is." Robb could seen the worry in her eyes, and he could understand. She was a very shy girl, and being stripped by his men was not something she would enjoy.

"Of course not,fawn. We will have the feast after the ceremony, and we can bring ourselves back here."

"Thank you." She leaned up and quickly kissed him.

Before she could pull away Robb kissed her back pulling her body closer to his own. He heard her gasp and felt her body sink against him. She literally drove him mad, he wanted her but he knew he could not have her. He continued to kiss her as he allowed his hands to roam her body, feeling her skin beneath his fingers. He slowly ran his fingers up her leg until he reached the hem of her nightdress, while he gently nipped at her bottom lip, he began to slide the dress up her thigh. She moaned into his mouth at the touch of his fingers on her but before he could get the dress any further her hand stopped him.

"Robb." She pulled away and gave him a stern look.

"Lyrina." He was smiling but he was not met with the same smile.

"Robb, not yet, we aren't married." She rolled onto her back away from him.

"I am sorry." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He knew she wished to wait until their marriage bed but they already spent every night together. Everyone in camp already believed he had bed her, except for his mother of course. His mother knew him better than that.

Lyrina was a proper woman, she never let him see her naked, she never let him touch her inappropriate ways despite his efforts. He loved her, and he could understand her need to wait. She wanted to be his wife before anything happened, she wanted to be sure if she was with child it would be a child born of marriage. He knew it was not a lack of love that kept her from allowing him to give in to his natural born needs. He just learned to control himself around her, and her never being devoid of clothing did indeed help that matter. Whenever he would enter the tent at night she was already dressed in her night clothes, and when she would wake, she always dressed after he had left. She said that it was bad enough they shared a tent and bed before marriage, she demanded somethings remain pure.

"I should be going though, you know how the men can get." He did not want to leave her but he had things to plan.

"It's my nameday, can't you stay in bed with me?" He did not expect her to mention her nameday, he had not forgotten but he didn't think she would make a point of it.

"I am sorry,fawn, you know I can't. I have already stayed in bed too late." He kissed her once more before getting up himself. Unlike her he had no issues dressing in front of her. "I promise we will have dinner together."

"Fine." She groaned and rolled over to watch him.

Robb grinned as he began to dress, he thought it was cute when she watched him. Her face was always red, she would bite her lip and just watch him as he got ready for his day. She was truly something special to him, and he was glad their fighting was over.

"Are you staying in bed? You had a few rough dreams last night." They had only begun to share a bed after he heard claims of her screaming in her sleep a week earlier. Since then she continued to have nightmares, but the screaming had ceased.

"Just a little longer, I want to go for a walk today."

"You know the rules." He did not want to impose rules on Lyrina, he did not want to be like her family. He just did not want her getting into trouble around camp.

"I am not to go by the prisoners, and if I leave the camp someone must come with me." Robb had let the hound stay in the camp because Lyrina begged him. He told her he could not stay much longer, but he could stay a small while until he knew where he would go.

"Thank you." He did not like to risk Jaime saying things to her. After the man's vulgar comments to his mother, and his admittance to pushing Bran, Robb preferred she stay away.

Robb finished dressing as she watched him, catching her eyes roaming his body from time to time. He knelt next to the bed and kissed her once more before bidding her farewell.

When he stepped out of his tent he was no longer just Robb Stark, the man in love with Lyrina Baratheon, he was Robb Stark King in the north. He was a leader to his men, a king to his people but it was never his plan. He just wanted his family back, he just wanted Lyrina in his arms and he had all that but still he fought. He fought for their freedom, for their independence from people who would like nothing more but to eradicate them. He knew if Joffrey could he would kill anyone who opposed him in the north, but he also knew the brat would never get the chance.

"Robb, these come from some riders they are for Lyrina." Theon was standing in front of Robb holding what looked like a book, and some clothes.

"Who are they from?"

"One rider was from Tywin Lannister's camp, the other the capitol. My guess these are nameday presents for her." He did not think her family would send her name day gifts, he believe they thought of her as a traitor.

"Take them in to her soon, she should be up." Theon nodded before walking off.

Robb had his own plans for Lyrina's nameday, and he did not expect her family to have done something for her. She had no received any word from her family since her last letter from Joffrey, and Robb made her promise to tell him. He still did not know what Joffrey had done to frighten Lyrina so badly, or his sister, but he knew in time she would tell him. He would have just preferred if her family would stop trying to reach out to her, she was with him now.

He passed a group of his men on his way to his mother's tent, a few of them asking about Lyrina. His men did not hate the idea of him marrying Lyrina after he had explained to them why it would be a good idea. They wanted the north free, they were sick of living under the rule of the south, Lyrina happened to be the heir to the iron throne and Robb believed once she accepted that she could help them. Some of them even wanted to spend more time getting to know the poor girl, but Lyrina was frightened by the men he could see it. He told them he would convince her to come out more often, even if it was to just stand beside him. Some of his men were concerned she did not agree with the war, they believed she would dig her claws into him and convince him to turn tail and run home. He had no intentions of giving up, not yet.

"Robb!" When he entered his mother's tent he was created by a very happy Sansa. She had been adjusting better to camp, and he had agreed not to send her back home yet. She wanted to around for the wedding, but he told her she would return straight after.

"Sansa, why are you so happy this morning?" He knew it was not truly morning, he had allowed Lyrina to sleep in quite late.

"Arya, and her friend are here. Mother took Arya to look around while the boy, Gendry, found a bed in one of the tents."

"I am to believe you are that happy to see our younger sister? I am pretty sure you two like to be at each others throats." He poured himself a cup of wine as he spoke to her.

"I missed her, and it's Lyrina's nameday. I would have made her something but getting the things to make a dress are hard here." He saw the disappointment in her face, and he wished he could have found her the things.

"You can make it when you get home, and send it here for her. I am sure even if it is late she will love it."

"You should be more worried if she is going to like what you are doing." Sansa sat down and smiled at her bother. Robb knew she was right.

He wanted to make her sixteenth name day special so he decided to have a small feast, with his family and some of the northern Lords. He wanted Lyrina to come out of their tent more, meet some of his people. He knew having his family there, as well as Gendry, it would make it easier on her. He just had not discussed the plan with her, he was just going to hope she did not get too mad at him. Robb saw it as practice for the wedding, because he knew a war camp wedding was going to be a little more wild than she would be used to. He wanted her to be comfortable, and her nameday was a great practice for that.

"I am sure she will." He could only hope he did not make a fool of himself.

Lyrina's p.o.v

She laid in be a little while longer after Robb had left, missing him instantly. She was grateful he allowed her to sleep with him, he kept her nightmares under some kind of control. She also did not mind sleeping next to the half naked man each night, though she would never tell him that. Lyrina wanted nothing more than to let him give in to his needs with her but she could not, not yet. She would wait until their wedding night, even then she had considered not consummating the marriage but she knew she had to .

When she got out of bed she looked in the mirror, looking at the reason she did not wish to let him see her naked. As she lifted her night dress up past her knees, and closer to her waist she could see the scars forming. Most of the cuts had since healed over, just a few specks of red still lingering. The scars were her issue, she still did not know how she would explain them, she did not know how she would tell Robb about the horrors she faced in Kings Landing. He asked her countless times, he would ask her what had happened to her, why she was so afraid of her brother but she would never answer. She would just kiss him and change the subject it was not hard.

"Princess, are you awake and decent?" Lyrina hated when he called her that.

"Theon, give me one moment please and if you call me princess again I will stab you." She heard him laugh, but she was serious. Well she wasn't serious but he did not know that.

Quickly Lyrina changed into a dress. She knew being her night clothes would not be appropriate, not in front of her future husband's friend. Once she was dressed, she looked herself over and she smiled. She looked good, healthy and she felt older.

"Come in."

She turned to see Theon carrying a stack of things in his arms, and she was very suspicious. He just set them down on her bed before handing her a stack of letters. There had to be about six there, and she had no idea who they were from.

"These came for you from riders, one from the capitol and the other from your grandfather's camp." Lyrina put the letters down and walked over to the things he placed on her bed. She knew one was a book, the others were clothes.

"Thank you, Theon." She did not know why her family would send her anything. She had not heard from Joffrey but she was sure he knew of Robb's new claim as king.

"I have something for you too, it's actually not from me but it's for you." Theon approached her and handed her the knife he had taken from her when she had arrived to the camp the first time.

"Oh, you are going to return my knife to me? Do you finally believe I won't kill Robb in his sleep?" She knew of his doubts about her, and she could not blame him. She was after all the sister of Joffrey.

"Well the poor idiot keeps his sword in here, I figured if you wanted him dead you would have killed him. He isn't fucking you so there isn't much for you to keep him around for, unless you actually love him." She wanted to hit him for being so vulgar but she didn't.

"Oh thank you so much, Greyjoy." Her sarcasm was exuding from her voice.

"And this is for you, from someone else. It's for your knife, you put it around your leg, it well concel the knife in case you need it." He handed her a small leather thing, Lyrian looked it over and just accepted it. She did not really know what it was but she would entertain the thought.

"Enjoy your nameday, see you soon, princess." She glared at him once more as he left. She did not like being addressed by a title. She could handle people calling her lady, but she was not interested in being called princess, or queen, she was not looking forward to being queen in the north.

When she was left alone Lyrina began to look over the things he had brought her. First she took the book from the pile, it was heavy and thick. As she scoured over the cover and the pages, she learned it was a history of her family. It was a history of her father's family and the Stormlands they ruled. She had learned some of it, from books in Kings Landing but it seemed so much more in depth and she was enthralled at the idea of reading it. Among the other things on her bed were a small gold necklace with a lion charm hanging from it, she knew she would never wear it. There was a miniature lion statue, like the ones she had seen on Robb's maps, and she could only imagine it had come from her grandfather. The last two things were a red dress, and a very thin, small white night dress. She held up the nightdress and was in shock at how thin the material, it was see through. She could not imagine who would send her such a thinly made outfit, she was no common whore.

She put the dresses away, careful to hide the see through night dress she did not want Robb to see something such as that. When she was done she took out the stack of letters that had also come for her, she knew they would be from her family and she did not know if she should read them. She was hesitant, scared of what they could have to say to her. Thankfully the first one she opened belonged to Myrcella, she did miss the young girl. Myrcella told Lyrina all about Kings Landing, and how much she wished her sister could be there but she understood. Lyrina doubted that Myrcella truly knew what was going on, she was sure no one had told the girl. Her second letter was from Tommen, and Lyrina felt bad for him. He told her that Joffrey had taken to picking on him, being a bully and no one would do anything to stop it. Lyrina wished she could have been there to protect him, she no doubt felt it was because Joffrey's lack of targets that he turned to their brother.

One letter was from her uncle Tyrion, who Lyrina still believed tried to kill Bran, he had admitted to sending her the book. He told her he believed she deserved to know all about her father's family, especially if her uncle's were going to be involved with the coming war. He told her he wanted her to know the way the men and women in the Stormlands lived, and what her father's family stood for. He ended it by telling her to never forget her Baratheon blood, to not let her mother control her, the exact thing her father told her on his death bed. Lyrina crumpled up the letter when she finished it, she did not want to be reminded of her father, not on her nameday.

The letter from her mother was short, and did not speak much about Lyrina or Kings Landing. Her mother spent most of the letter telling Lyrina to convince Robb to return her uncle Jaime. She could understand her mother's need for her brother back, they were blood, but Lyrina knew Robb would never allow it. Her mother also informed her that she had sent the lion necklace, something she would never wear not when she had the one from Robb. One letter was from no one, it was nothing special, a generic nameday well wishing and Lyrina did not know who it had come from. She put it among the others not too concerned with who would send her a letter with no name upon it. The last letter belonged to Joffrey, and it was everything Lyrina had expected. He started off by saying he missed her, he loved her and he wished she had a happy name day. He continued on to call her a traitorous witch, and that if she did not get her king to return home they would all suffer. He told her that he would kill everyone in the Stark family, and camp if Robb did not give up his false ideal of being king. She knew he would be angry, and the fear of her brother grew inside of her. She knew he meant it, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She knew she would have to show Robb, but she was sure he would not change his mind.

She decided that after reading all the letters she needed to get out, needed to see the sunlight. Every since the night Robb's people claimed him to be king, she had avoided being among them. She had made a fool of herself and Robb by running off so she saw it best to avoid the people of the camp. She would barley go out in the day time, she had not seen Catelyn or Sansa, she just did not want to be seen. She decided it was time to change that, and that she would walk proudly through camp, if only for a little bit.

The men about the camp just smiled at her as she passed them, some of them even said hello to her. She was sure most of them did not like her, even after Robb had tried to convince them to. She was still the daughter of Cersei Lannister, even if she carried her father's last name. It seemed that no one considered that when they spoke of her family, her mother was a Baratheon by marriage, her siblings Baratheon by blood, but to the people of the camp they were all Lannisters. It felt like a curse to be called Lannister, like it was a vile name to call someone, but it wasn't it was just a surname.

As she walked through camp Lyrina found herself at the one place Robb forbid her to go. She had never visited the prisoners before, she could never bring herself to do it but reading her mother's letter made her curious. Since she never spoke of the war or her family with Robb she did not know how they were treating her uncle, and curiosity was got the better of her. She saw a few men bunched together in a wooden cage, but none of them were the man she was searching for. It did not take long before she found him, he was a mess, dirty and slightly bloody but she knew it was him.

"Uncle Jaime." Lyrina crouched down next to the cage the held the man, hoping he would look at her.

"It's your nameday isn't it?" She was surprised he remembered. "I was there the day you were born, I was there when you father snatched you from your mother."

"It is my sixteenth nameday. I wanted to talk to you, see that you aren't being harmed." She worried for her uncle, even if she did not like him, or trust him, or see him as family, he was still of her family's blood.

"Your future husband is such a kind host." Lyrina sensed the bitterness in his tone.

"I am sorry."

"This is a war niece, it will not be long before my father sends men to come get me and I fear they will kill everyone in their way." She did not doubt him.

"I don't want that, I don't want all those innocent men to die."

"Innocent? They are killing your family's men, they wish to wage war on those you call family. Are you really a traitor as these men speak of you?"

"I am not traitor, I am here trying to get the north for my brother." Lyrina pulled at her princess tone, asserting her dominance of the situation.

"Are you? Would you do anything for my family? You know it will come down to killing the wolf." Lyrina kept her composure, she did not fear her uncle.

"I will do anything for my family, I love them. How about you uncle Jaime, would you do anything for us?"

"You are a lot more like your mother than I think you realize." She heard him laugh, and she felt her skin crawl. She was not her mother.

"Why, thank you." She flashed him a smile. She knew he believed her, and she didn't know if she believed herself.

"I am glad to have someone on my side in here, it's hard being so far from family." She just smiled at him.

"Well I am glad we can be open with one another, it is hard being alone here. Everyone thinks I am on their side." She whispered the last part to him, not wanting the other prisoners to hear her.

"Well, you must have learned your acting from your mother if you are that convincing."

"I got more than my acting from my mother." She smiled again, she felt like she was right back in Kings Landing playing her game. She felt more comfortable playing the game, then being around the northern lords.

"I am sure you do. Is there something you came for, niece?"

"I need to ask you a question or two, and I need you to be honest with me uncle please." Lyrina smiled at him, she needed answers.

"I will try my best."

"Did you do it, did you push Bran Stark out of the window?" She had overheard Robb discussing the news with someone, he told the person her uncle admitted it to his mother.

"I did, he saw things he should not have." The way he said it, so cold, made Lyrina feel sick. Her family really had no issues with killing children. "He was never intended to live, I would not subject a child to being a cripple."

"Did uncle Tyrion try to have him killed?" She needed the answers.

"No, he did not and I am glad he was freed from Lady Stark. Tyrion would never do something such as that." She could hear the honesty in his voice, but she did not believe it. The proof out weighed his words.

"I am glad to know he would never do something so cruel. I need one more answer uncle, and then I will go get you some wine or water, I am sure you need some." She was being kind to him.

"Of course, I could use some water."

"Is it true what Lord Stark said about you and my mother? Did you two have relations?" She had asked her mother, and she told her it was a lie but she began to doubt her mother.

"No." The way he said it alerted her to his lie. There was something more in his tone.

"Your lying.." She did not know if it was because she herself had become so good at lying, or if he made it obvious for her benefit.

"I love your mother very much, you must know that. She says you and Joffrey have become just as close.."

"No, we haven't. I love my brother, and my family but I did not sleep with him." Lyrina stood up, an overwhelming feeling came over her. She had believed her mother's lies, she believed her. She was stupid.

"Does it make you hate us Lyrina? Does knowing your siblings are my spawn change your love for them."

"No I love my family, uncle." It didn't, she loved Myrcella and Tommen, but her view of her mother was skewed even further.

"Love is a powerful thing, you will one day see that no doubt." She couldn't look at him, she felt so foolish.

"Lyrina, what are you doing here?" She turned her head to see Theon coming toward her. Lyrina felt herself panic, he couldn't tell Robb.

"Theon." Lyrina walked over to him. "Theon, I.. please don't tell."

"Come on." He grabbed her arm pulling her back towards her tent. Panic began to set in and she started dragging her feet. She had never disobeyed Robb's rules before, she did not know what would happen.

"Please, Theon, you can't.."

"Hush, Lyrina, I am not going to tell Robb but you are going to tell me what you and the Kingslayer were speaking of." He was still dragging her, but as she thought about what her uncle had told her, she felt bile rise in her mouth.

"Stop, I am going to be sick." Theon let her go just as she turned and began to get sick. She was so disgusted, but she was so upset with herself. She believed her mother, and if her uncle didn't spell it out for her she would have continued too. She knew he had told her on purpose.

"Come on, you need to lay down." They were no longer alone, other men were milling around. Lyrina followed him shaky on her feet.

Back in the tent she shared with Robb, she pours herself a drink. She needed the taste out of her mouth, she needed to get the taste away from her. Theon stood and watched her while she did it, Lyrina knew he was beginning to doubt her again. He no doubt thought she was planning to escape with the King Slayer, or even something worse.

"What were you doing over there, princess?" She heard no humor in his tone, and Lyrina knew she was right.

"I wanted to know if he really did push Bran, I overheard Robb, I needed to know." She was still drinking the wine to rid the taste out of her mouth.

"And what else?" She couldn't tell him. She didn't want to tell him she knew about her mother and uncle, she felt stupid enough.

"Nothing." She looked him straight in the eye, kept her voice even and gave no sign of lying.

"You're lying, I heard you say you love your family. Lyrina are going to betray Robb?"

"Never, I love Robb, everything I have ever done has been for him and for his family. I love them more than my own." She was getting defensive, but she always felt she had to prove her loyalty to him.

"Then why did you disobey him, visit the King Slayer and tell him you still loved your family? Lyrina it does not look good for you." She was sure Theon did not know of her the deal she had to fake with her brother, she was sure Robb was the only one.

"My family needs to think I am still on their side or they will march into this camp and slaughter everyone in it. Robb knows that." She was going to be sick again, her family was truly mad. Her mother and uncle had children together, children she called siblings. Her own brother was just as mad, she began to believe even he had incestuous thoughts. Could she be just as mad?

"That does not mean you disobey him, and go see that man."

"I needed to know Theon, I needed to know if my family is just as mad as people say. I needed to know if my uncle could truly push Bran, if my other uncle could try and kill a child I adored. I needed to know if my mother slept with her brother." Lyrina had to sit down as she spoke, her world spinning.

"What did you figure out."

"My uncle Jaime wanted to kill Bran, but he did not believe that my uncle Tyrion tried to finish the job and I don't believe him but there was no deception in his tone." She hoped he would not ask about the last part.

"What about your mother, what did you learn there?"

"I need to lay down, please leave." She wanted to sleep and forget it had ever happened.

"You know the truth now don't you? Hearing it from Lord Stark, and from Robb wasn't enough for you the King Slayer had to tell you." Lyrina ignored him. She just laid down in her bed curling up, she did not want to think about it.

"Please, I am having dinner with Robb later I just want a small nap." She wanted to forget.

"I will leave. I will go tell Robb.."

"No, please."

"that you are not feeling well, and he should check on you soon." Theon shot her a glance before leaving and it was nothing good.

He did not trust her, she knew that and she knew he would not trust her even more. She was a traitor in his eyes, and she would never be anything more. She could be Robb's wife, their queen but Theon would still only regard her as someone to not trust. It bothered her, she had known the boy for years and yet he looked upon her with disgust most days now. She knew unless the war ended, Theon would never see her in the same light again. It was not long before Lyrina fell asleep, to the thoughts of being a traitor.

His body lay on top of hers as they kissed, his hands trailing up her sides. She shivered from his touch, deepening the kiss with him. His hands felt like silk against her skin, they were smooth and gentle barley touching her. His lips left her own to travel down to her neck, little whimpers leaving her mouth as he began to nip at her skin. Her eyes were still closed, enjoying the sensations he was giving her.

"Look at me Lyrina." His voice was distorted and messy, it was a mixture of voices. She did not want to open her eyes, she was enjoying it. "Lyrina."

As she opened her eyes and stared into the eyes of her own brother.

"Lyrina, fawn, come on it's time to wake up." Lyrina opened her eyes, ready to vomit. She had never had a dream such as that about Joffrey and she felt sick.

"Robb." She hugged the man kneeling beside the bed almost pulling him in the bed with her.

"Easy now, love, it is dinner time." Lyrina didn't want to have dinner, she wanted him to erase the dream from her head.

"Let's skip dinner, and do something more fun." She sat up to kiss him. She kissed him with urgency, and desperation.

"We can't skip dinner, but we will pick that up later." He kissed her after he spoke, all while pulling her out of the bed.

Lyrina just playfully glared at him, she really did not wish to leave the bed. She knew she had to, so once he let her go she went to the mirror to fix her hair. There was not way he was getting her out of the tent with sleepy hair. Once she was sure she was well enough to go out their tent she turned to him.

"Are we having dinner in your mother's tent?" Usually when they did not just eat in their tent, they would join his family.

"No, just come on." He took linked their arms together and took her from the tent.

Lyrina did not like the way he was acting, he was hiding something from her, and she did not like it. Lyrina was never one for surprises, and she did not like being led to believe something that was not true. Which was ironic because the amount of lies and deceptions she had told in the last few years. She had tricked so many people into seeing the parts of her she wanted them to, not the real girl underneath. Her doubts of him increased as he led her by the hand through the camp, until they reached an area where tables were set up, and people were talking happily.

"Happy Nameday." Lyrina was going to hit him. She turned to Robb clutching his hand tighter in her own.

"Robb." He knew her fears of his men, her lack of comfort being around them but he set it up anyway.

"I think you need to become comfortable with them , they will be at our wedding." She was upset with him, but she could see his reasoning.

"Fine."

He led her to the table filled with his family, and the moment her eyes found Arya she let go of him. Lyrina did not sit down, she did not care that every Lord or Lady in the camp was staring at her, she needed to get her hands on Arya.

"Arya Stark." The younger girl left her spot at the table and met Lyrina around the table.

Lyrina hugged the girl, almost picking her up off the ground. She knew it was not proper, but she also knew neither of them were proper.

"Happy Nameday, and I brought you a present, he is sitting down. We should sit too, everyone is staring." Lyrina smiled at Arya, and sat down beside her. Robb looked hurt she did not sit at his side, but she just stuck her tongue out at him.

"Who is my present?" She knew it could not be Robb, seeing as she already had him.

"That would be me, according to her, but I think she is the gift because I brought her." Lyrina looked to her left and saws he was sitting beside Gendry. For a moment she had felt bad for not even noticing him.

"I am sorry, I didn't see you. Hello, how are you?" Her discomfort was slowly fading but that was because she was surrounded by people she could consider family.

"The trip from Winterfell was much better than from Kings Landing. It is good to see you again." They shared a smile before he poured her a cup of wine. The night may not be as bad as she earlier feared. She was grateful that if Robb was brave enough to plan to force her to spend time among his lords that he would be smart enough to add their family into it. She was always more relaxed around the likes of Arya, more so that even Robb. She loved the man, but he was not nearly as fun loving as his sister or Jon. Lyrina thought about Jon for a moment, and wished he could have been there for her nameday, he would have made it fun as well.

"M'lady, may I have a moment of your time?" Lyrina looked up from her cup to see one of Robb's Lords now sitting beside him. He was a giant man, the one who spoke up at the mention of their marriage. She believed his name to be Lord umber, and she only hoped she would not be a fool.

"Of course, my lord." She felt herself begin to panic, her stomach turning, she had to be proper and she was scared.

"I want to know where you stand about Robb marching against your family?" Lyrina bit her lip and looked to Robb. They had an agreement not to speak of such matters with one another, to avoid arguments but he nodded his head toward her to speak.

"What Robb does, the war he fights, is not my war. I am his wife, I am to stand beside him and encourage him. I am not a warrior, a solider, I am lady and my place is as such." She was proud of herself, but she knew it was all fake.

"But if you are the one true heir to the iron throne, do you not want to fight for it?" She did not think that would be brought up, and what her uncle said came back to her. She was the heir, despite what she had believed.

"I should not fight for the iron throne, nor should anyone here wish me too. If I take my claim as the heir, your king would be my king. As my husband he would be the king of the seven kingdoms. You do not wish for that, you wish for freedom." The man stared at her for a moment, and Lyrina became uncomfortable until the man let out a laugh.

"She's a smart girl you have here Robb, a good smart lady." Lyrina blushed and looked to Robb.

"That she is."

Lyrina went back to her wine, and food not wishing to continue the conversation those two men were having. As she ate she spoke to Lady Catelyn about the wedding, and how excited she was. Lyrina was excited, she had wished to be with Robb for some time, and despite the issues they had they would be married. She would be his wife, and she could only hope she could get him to see things her way.

"Stark is it true you are denying the bedding ceremony?" It was Lord Umber who spoke up and Lyrina brought her head down. She did not want this discussed.

"Yes, Lord Umber, Lyrina does not feel comfortable being stripped by you men." Robb said it in such a joking tone and Lyrina wanted to hide.

"It is tradition." She heard some of the other northern men begin to speak up and she even heard some laugh. She wanted to hide.

"I will discuss it with her, don't worry." She wanted to run away, she felt as if she needed to hide away. As she was about to run a hand was placed over her own.

"You don't have to." Gendry had leaned over and whispered in her ear. She smiled at him, and stayed in her seat speaking to him.

So as Robb continued to entertain the thought of the bedding ceremony, Lyrina spoke with Gendry, Arya and Sansa. All three were very interested in the wedding, and Sansa even confessed that she wished she could have made the dress for her. The girl was so excited for Lyrina's wedding, she thought she should have been the one getting married. Lyrina had always painted the picture of the wedding she would have, back when she was still free. She never imagined it in a war camp, she never imagined it being to Robb Stark, and she did not expect to have her bastard brother being the one to escort her, to give her away. She looked over at Gendry and she really could see the resemblance to her family, he had it all, he looked like her uncle Renly, he looked like her father when he smiled. The way his eyes lit up reminded her of the small moments she had with him, when he was truly happy.

As the night grew later, the people grew louder. She could tell the northern men enjoyed their ale, and enjoyed their war stories. As the men spoke she found herself moving over to sit beside Robb who thankfully was not as drunk as his counter parts. She did not lean against him like she wished, instead she just held his hand as he spoke to some of his men. He seemed happy, and she wanted to be happy with him. She was slowly learning about his men as she half listened to their conversations, and her fears were slowly fading into slight comfort.

"Now both of your father's were real soldiers, fighting for what they believed in. It wasn't a matter of a crown for Robert, it was a matter of what was right. Lord Stark was fighting for his friend, for his family and for his sister. It was about honor back then, not some silly throne." The men were speaking of the rebellion, her father's rebellion.

"My father was always a man of honor, and he will be avenged as such." She felt a pang in her stomach as Robb spoke, she felt guilt.

"He will, we will slay that boy king." Lyrina wanted to hide. She wanted Joffrey dead, she did but thinking about it made her hate herself. Who want's their own brother dead?

"I think it's time for me get some sleep, Arya and Sansa have already left." Lyrina wanted an escape.

"I will be in shortly, get some rest." He did not kiss her, did not make a sign of affection and she understood. His men could not see him being affectionate.

"Thank you all for coming to celebrate my nameday, it was great speaking to some of you. I hope we can all get along in the future." With that Lyrina excused herself from the men and began her way back to their tent.

She could not deny it was a nice gesture Robb had given her for her nameday. He wanted both parts of his world be connected, he wanted her to be comfortable. He was not forcing her into his war, into the plans of attack, he just wanted his men to see her as human. He wanted both parties to see the other as just another person, without sides, just people. She could see his men as such, and she understood them more. They were not fighting for an all out slaughter like she had imagined they just wanted to be free. If anyone could understand wanting to be free, Lyrina was that person. She wanted freedom her whole life, she had gained it and lost it. She knew what it was like to spend your whole life looking for the freedom you had lost, and she wanted them to have it.

In her tent Lyrina began to look over her things once more. She took the lion necklace, and statue from her family burying them deep inside her trunk. She did not want them, but she did not know how to get rid of them. She removed all the letters except the one from Joffrey off the desk, she wanted Robb to be able to read the one from her brother. She had promised to share any letters from him, it was his way of helping her cope.

Once everything was done she slipped into a long night dress and climbed into bed. She knew it would be some time before Robb came to bed, and she knew she would be asleep. As she slowly drifted off she made a promise to the old Gods and the new, that she would do anything in her power to help the north gain the freedom they seek. She promised that if she too could have her freedom for her family, that she would help fight for theirs.