Authors note: WEDDING! Happy times. Anyway. Thank you all for the follows, favorites and reviews. They mean a lot. Also just a continued note that the story bounces around in AU and cannon, mostly AU though of course as you shall see.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, but I own Lyrina.

"Found a way to let you in but I never really had my doubts." "Every rule I had you breaking it's a risk that I'm taking"

Chapter 19: A war camp wedding.

Lyrina's p.o.v

"Lyrina, love, Lyrina, it's time to wake up." Her eyes did not want to open, she was afraid of what she would find. Her nightmare had been particularly horrible. The screams of the people being slaughter, the blood had felt so real she did not want to wake up.

"No."

"Lyrina, please we are getting married, I have things to tell you. Please wake up." She could hear his desperation, and she was sure he had felt her shaking in her sleep.

She slowly opened her eyes and found Robb kneeling beside their bed worry etched on his face. She tried to smile at him but she could not bring herself to, she could still felt the flames in her dreams on her skin. She had never had a nightmare so vivid, so horrible.

"Can you tell me about it, please?" She didn't want to tell him, Lyrina did not think he could handle it. He would just tell her it wasn't real, it felt real.

"Everything is alright, my wolf, I am fine." She tried to get up, and out of the bed but he stopped her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he joined her.

"Lyrina, you have not screamed or cried out in your sleep for weeks. Please don't hide away from me." She had been on edge after the dream she had of Joffrey and her kissing, but even then she would have preferred that over her nightmare.

"I.. it was bad Robb, it was so bad." She felt herself begin to shake as he pulled her into his lap. The nightmares were always getting worse.

"Just tell me, love, I promise I will protect you."

"Everyone died, we got married and everyone died. My grandfather, and brother rode in here killing everyone they could. Their men slaughtered yours, your family and my brother killed you. I was alone and the camp was burning down around me, it was all my fault." She knew it would happen, she was sure it would happen. If she married him it would happen.

"No one is going to die today, no one is going to kill anyone. Lyrina it is our wedding, the wedding your family fully supports in their own little sick way. In fact I have something for you." Lyrina looked at Robb hesitantly, but she did not move from his lap. He was not getting up.

"You don't know that, my family could do it."

"Lyrina, no one is going to touch you or my family. Do you understand that?" He lifted her chin and kissed her.

"I do." He held her against him before removing her from his lap.

Lyrina did not want to be removed from his lap, she felt safe there. She watched him as he went to a box on the other side of the room. It was a small trunk, and she did not know what was inside it.

"I have a few surprises for you today, but this one is not mine. It's from your mother." Lyrina was confused as he brought the small crate to her.

He set it down in front of her before opening it. Inside folded up nicely was a beautiful pale blue dress, she did not remove it she did not Robb to see it. She quickly closed the case and smiled over at him.

"Did she send a letter with it?"

"One for us both actually, this one is for you." He handed her a sealed letter with a smile.

Lyrina was surprised her mother had sent Robb a letter, and her a dress no doubt to wear at her wedding. Lyrina could not imagine her mother wanting to be a part of her wedding to Robb.

Sweet child,

You've grown up so much and I have let you slip away from me constantly. I was never the mother you needed or wanted and for that I am sorry. I lost my mother young, and I should have held on to you a little longer. What am I telling you I will never say again, we both know that. We both know we have roles to play, people to please but know what I say I mean. I love you Lyrina, and I know you have a deal with your brother and I know you love your family. I do not want you to marry him if you do not love him, don't hurt yourself. I thought I loved your father, and I married him because he was going to be king. I didn't love him, and he did not love me. Do not make that mistake, if you love him, marry him. If you do not love him, your brother can get the north another way. Don't get yourself hurt. Follow your heart.

Lyrina took the letter and put it in the crate. Her heart was aching in her chest, she knew her mother would never say something like that again. Her mother knew how to play the game, her mother knew Lyrina would have to play her part but she was giving her the advice not to. Her mother broke her own rule of being the actress for just a moment, just a moment to tell her daughter not to marry just for her brother. She felt a fire grow inside her, she hated her mother but she began to understand her. Her mother loved her brother, it was wrong and sick but she loved him. She wanted her daughter have love even if it was the enemy. She knew her mother would not view her marriage to Robb as such, she would continue to see it as her playing her role, but deep down they would both know the truth.

"Was it bad?" Robb looked at her with hesitation but she shook her head. "Mine wasn't either, your mother bid me to take care of you. She also warned she'd never speak to me again."

"She told me that what she said will never be spoken of again, she told me to follow my heart." Lyrina looked at Robb standing there in all his glory. He was fully dressed, and he looked handsome. He was not dressed for the wedding but it was hours away.

"Are you following your heart?" He sounded scared, and for a moment Lyrina wondered if he doubted her. If he doubted that she was marrying him for love, not just to help her family.

"I have followed my heart from the moment I left you, to the moment I found myself in your arms again. You gave me the freedom I've always wanted." She stood up and made her way over to him, looking up at him.

"You gave me a freedom too, even if you don't realize it." He leaned down to kiss her for a moment. "Now please get dressed I have a surprise."

"Leave the tent and I will." She saw his shoulders sink in defeat. "You can see me naked in a few hours, now hush."

"The men will see you naked first." She heard him mumble.

"We will discuss that, Robb." She began to shove him out of the tent so she could dress in peace.

She was nervous, anxious and terrified. She had only a few hours before she would have to put on her dress and marry king Robb Stark. When she began to love him he was barley the lord of Winterfell, and now he was a king. He was a king of the whole northern half of the realm, he was a solider and he would be her husband. She never believed he would be the one, never believed they would be getting married and spending their lives together. She was resigned to her fate when she left Winterfell, she knew her parents would have her shipped away, she just never thought he'd be the one.

It took her only a few moments to get dressed but she did not tell him she was done. She could not imagine what he had to show her, or give her. His last surprise was forcing her out to speak to his men, and she did not exactly look forward to what else eh could pull out of his hat. She took a little longer to comb her hair, and a little longer to wash her face until she was sure he was out there cursing under his breath.

"I am ready." She smiled to herself as he came in a grumpy look on his face.

"Don't scream." Lyrina looked at him concerned until the tent flap lifted and someone entered.

"Oh my.." She yelled, she could hear Robb chuckle but she did not care. Lyrina almost tackled the person who entered. "How did you get here? Is this allowed? Are you real?"

"Robb sent word of the wedding as soon as he knew, asked me to come. It is allowed I had to bring some people to keep me from breaking my vows and I am very much real." Jon Snow held Lyrina in the hug as she squeezed him.

"He got a better greeting than I did." She heard Robb mumble she knew it was a joke but she let go of Jon and turned to him.

"I..don't know what to say, I know he's your brother but thank you."

"He's to escort you, Gendry knew before you even asked him to escort you. Now you two talk, I shall go have fun while I can." She laughed at him as he left. She could really love him forever.

When she was left alone with Jon she almost cried just seeing him. It had been so long since she had even seen him and it made her miss him.

"Can you believe it? I am actually marrying Robb." She began to laugh to herself. Back in Winterfell before her family came, she would have never imagined marrying Robb.

"I remember the days where you and Arya swore off marriage for adventure."

"Oh we had adventure, my guess is no one told you of the trouble we got into yesterday."

"Oh no, please do to tell me what you and Arya did in a war camp." Jon was smiling and laughing making Lyrina feel good.

"Robb was not pleased but we went hunting. I hadn't shot a bow since I left Winterfell so her and I stole some bows so we could hunt. We killed a stag but we were missing for a few hours."

"Lyrina you are going to be a queen, you can't just disappear." She didn't want to be a queen.

"I know, it was just while Arya was here. She will be gone soon, and no doubt you will be too." She didn't want them to leave. She wanted Sansa to at least stay, she felt she was safer here.

"I know, but it will be okay. You will have Robb and his mother." She didn't want just them. She would have Gendry too, but he would be marching off with Robb and she would be alone.

"I know, I am just glad I got to see you."

"Did you tell him?" She knew what he was referring to, and she didn't want to discuss it but she knew he'd bring it up. She had told him about what her brother had done to her.

"No, what am I supposed to tell him? What do I say?"

"The truth, you are going to be married, you tell the truth. He won't hate you, he won't think ill of you, he will love you." She wanted to believe that.

"I don't know, he will find out tonight no matter what I do." She could just deny him, she could just go to sleep and not have sex.

"It will be okay, I promise you. Be honest with him,and it will all work out." He stood up taking her hand. "Now come on, I want you to meet some people."

Jon led her out and introduced her to a group of men standing around outside.

"Lyrina, these are my friends and brothers, Sam, Grenn and Pyp."

"Hello." She smiled at them, she knew who they were from his letters.

"So this is the girl you didn't bed?" The way Grenn said it Lyrina knew he didn't believe it.

"We didn't, we really didn't. Jon is my best friend, and I never saw him that way. Though it did not stop a lot of people from thinking we did." Lyrina thought back to the time Robb and Theon found them in her room, and they no doubt assumed the worst.

"My own brother, her future husband, thought we were together. It was not a fun time for us." It was easy for them to laugh about it now, but back then it broke Lyrina up inside. She didn't even realize she even had feelings for Robb back then.

"Well, you are not unattractive,M'lady, so Jon missed out I suppose." Lyrina felt herself blush.

"Hey, she is a future queen watch yourself. Also my brother is kind of the jealous type, don't let him hear you."

Lyrina stood with the men talking, and laughing. They told her all kind of stories about Jon, and how well he was doing at the wall. They told her he was even being groomed to be leader one day, and that did not surprise Lyrina she knew Jon was commander material. She told them embarrassing stories from his time at Winterfell, and of course he denied every single one of them. It was not long before they found themselves in a tent drinking wine, and sharing stories of Jon. She learned about the boys as well, and she told them of her being a runaway princess. They could not wrap their heads around someone wanting to flee from royalty and she didn't blame they didn't see it the way she did.

"Fleeing from royalty only to end up a queen." She glared at Jon but she knew he was right. She ran away from being someone's Lady, from being any kind of high lady but now she was going to be a damned queen.

"Blame Robb on that front."

She continued to speak to the men, drinking wine and killing time. She knew it would soon be time for her to get dressed, and the wine eased the butterflies in her stomach. If her father never died, if his father was never sent away, she would be marrying him in the Godswood of Winterfell, but instead they were marrying in the woods next to a war camp. She really could not complain, they were getting what they wanted, they were getting each other. She would have been content marrying him alone, just them and Septon but she knew that was not going to happen this time.

"Did you see Arya?"

"She greeted me in an almost identical fashion." Lyrina smiled, she was glad he could see Arya. They were so close, and she wished they could stay.

"I am stopping on the way back to see Bran and Rickon, I will give them your regards." Lyrina wished they could be there, she felt horrible for leaving them out of the wedding.

She wished Ned could be there too, she wished he could see his son. She knew he would no doubt get word in Eastwatch of what good his sons were doing, but she wished he could see it. She wished he could see the way his sons grew into great men. She wished he could see the way his daughters grew stronger with each step. She knew she would have to tell Robb soon, if she did not the guilt would consume her until she was an empty shell. How do you keep your husband's father a secret?

It was not long before Sansa came into the tent to pull Lyrina out away from the men. She did not realize how much time had passed with the men until she had shown up. It was wedding time, and Lyrina began to feel shaky. Did she really want to marry Robb? Was she ready for marriage? She wanted freedom, she did not want to be someone's property. She knew she loved him,and he loved her. She knew he would never act like he owned her, he would give her the freedom she wished.

"Maybe we should wait another week, right?" She had already pushed the wedding off a week.

"No, Lyrina. You already did that, he is going to start thinking you don't want to marry him." She did want to marry him, she did. She was scared though, scared of her nightmare, scared of her brother and scared of what could come of it.

"I know, I just.." When Sasna pulled her into her tent Lady Catelyn, and Arya were both there waiting.

All three of the Starks were wearing beautiful dresses that Lyrina could only imagine were made by Sansa at some point. They all looked so happy, so excited and Lyrina was panicked. She knew the women were there to help her dress, but she was not ready to be stripped naked in front of them.

"Lady Catelyn, you don't need to help me dress I shall be alright." She could not let them see. Sansa caught her eye with sad smile.

"I want to help you, but if you would prefer me not to.."

"Mother, I will help Lyrina wash and dress, but can you come in and help with her hair." Sansa spoke up for Lyrina, and she was thankful. She would not have known what to say to the woman.

"Of course, I should go check that my son is behaving."

"Arya, can you find Gendry and Jon for me, I need to speak to both of them." She did not want to subject Arya to the scars on her body.

"Of course."

Once they were left alone Lyrina hugged Sansa tight, she was grateful for the girl's quick thinking. Lyrina did not know what she would have done with the help of Sansa. She silently stripped, neither girl speaking of the scars on her thighs, they knew where they were from. Sansa helped her get washed up and helped her breathe correctly.

"Where did this dress come from? It's beautiful." Sansa pulled the dress out of the box that held it and as Lyrina looked upon it in all it's glory she was in awe.

"My mother, she sent it, I think she was trying to make things up to me." The dress was a pale blue but it looked almost white. "It reminds me of snow, of winter."

"Winter is coming." As Sasna said it something clicked in her head. Her mother bought the dress as a continuation of her letter, a silent approval. If she wanted Lyrina to feel attached to their own family the dress would have been red or gold.

"Winter is coming."

Sansa helped Lyrina into the dress, pulling the ties tight. She tried to breathe but with each step of getting ready her heart beat faster in her chest. She thought of everything that could go wrong. Her nightmare could become a reality and everyone she loved could die. Robb could see her scars and deny being with her. She could trip, she could embarrass herself. What if she was only doing this for Joffrey? What if she tricked even herself? But she knew that wasn't true, she loved Robb before the plan. She was just nervous.

"How would you like your hair?" Lady Catelyn was back, and her voice was comfortiing.

"I don't know." Lyrina would have left it wild, and down but she knew that was not wedding appropriate.

"You look beautiful." Sansa was trying to keep her calm while Lady Catelyn did her hair.

"Thank you, I didn't think I'd be nervous."

"When I was going to marry Brandon Stark, I was so nervous. Not because it was arranged, not because he was so outgoing, but because I loved him. Love makes you feel crazy things, you will be okay." Lady Catelyn always seemed to know what to say. "If it helps, he's just as nervous. He even had to kick Theon out of the tent, he is on edge."

"Really?" Lyrina laughed at the thought of Robb being nervous. She had never seen him truly nervous. He was always serious, and she had seen him scared but never nervous.

"He is afraid you'll run away."

"I am sure he is, that's seems to be what all the men in my life fear." It was a rational fear. She could run away.

"There, you look beautiful."

Lyrina looked in the mirror and was surprised but herself. Half of her black hair was pulled back away from her face, she had no doubt it was braided, her skin was still slightly tan and her eyes were sparkling. She had changed so much over the last year, she was no longer the same child that left Winterfell. Her dress looked beautiful against her skin, and she felt like a princess for a moment, forgetting she was actually a princess.

"Thank you."

"We will see you shortly, you will do fine." Lady Catelyn hugged her, and Sansa did as well before they both made their exit.

"Are you ready?" She looked over to see Jon and Gendry both standing in the entrance of her tent.

"Come in here."

They both looked handsome in dark clothes formal clothes and cloaks. She had never seen Gendry in anything but messy blacksmith clothes or armor. He looked so handsome, and still continued to remind her of the family on her father's side. The people she barley knew, but she hoped that when the war ended she could. She had gotten to know Gendry though, they had spent days getting to know each other. It helped that she pushed the wedding back, which gave her, Arya and Gendry time to get know each other better. Gendry would be the brother she knew she could lean on, the big brother she longed for.

"If I run, you won't tell right?" It was half a joke, her legs were itching to run.

"Not this time,Lyrina, not this time."It was Jon who spoke, she knew he wouldn't let her. He was always keeping her from from running away.

"I'm scared."

"He is too, don't let him know I told you. He's terrified that you'll run away, that the war will tear you two apart. He wants this, he's loves you and looked upon you with love for some time." It always surprised Lyrina when Robb or others brought up how long he had felt something for her. She felt as if she was wrong for not realizing her feelings until it was too late.

"I won't run. I fear the war will tear us apart as well, my family is horrid." Lyrina was looking at herself as she spoke. She needed to realize she wasn't her family. Wasn't the incest, the lies, and the killing.

"Lyrina, I am your family. Because of you I know now who my father was, and he may have died but I gained a sister. I was alone before the Hands of the King questioned who I was, and I was alone before you sent me away with Arya. You gave me a family, you allowed me to find comfort among the Starks, and you gave me a younger sister to look after." Gendry had stepped behind her, standing in the mirror with her. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as he spoke.

"Well thank you for trying to be the brother I need." She turned to hug him, trying not to cry. She had to let go of her mother's family. She could no longer allow them to rule her life.

"Now let me go find a spot to watch you get married. See you soon." With that he was off.

She was left alone with Jon, as she had been many times in her life. She wanted to just run around with him or have him help her shoot but he was there to escort, to give her away, to her new husband. She would be bound to Robb Stark for the rest of her days.

"Jon, when we were back in Winterfell I never imagined this. I always thought I'd be watching Robb marry some beautiful highborn Lady, while I was itching to run off to the wild north beyond the wall." It wasn't until she left Robb for Kings Landing did her heart begin to scream to her how she truly felt.

"I know, and I don't think any of us had planned for this. For a war, for my father passing, but the Gods have led you two together. Lyrina you were meant to be in Winterfell, you were meant to find Robb, the Old Gods wanted it. Just have faith." She knew he was right to extent. The Gods had led them together, but was it for good or bad.

She stood there just trying to breathe. She needed to let go of her brother, her mother and the fear the encased her in. She was safe within the camp, she was safe with Robb and soon he would be her husband. They would be bounded by the faith, and in the eyes of the Seven. He would father her children, and they would grow old together teaching their children the right way. She knew it could happen, but it could only happen if she stopped running, and stopped lying.

"Let's go get you wed." Jon took her arm in his and took her from her was last time she would lay in bed with Robb as Lyrina Baratheon, when they went to bed that night she would be Lyrina Stark.

Robb's p.o.v

"If we flank them here it will be easier than attacking from the front." He was bent over the war table discussing plans of attack.

"Robb, you need to be focused on getting married." He knew that, Jon was not stating anything he didn't know. He just couldn't.

"We need to make sure our men are ready for tomorrow, we need to cut these men off." Robb needed a distraction and war was it.

"Robb I think Jon is right, less war talk and more marriage talk." He knew she was getting ready in their tent. He knew she was no doubt just as nervous as he was.

"Now we don't need to worry too much about Renly's men they have not made any move out of the Stormlands, and so far Stannis is only rumored to be gathering forces." He was ignoring them all, he could not speak of the wedding with his stomach exploding in nerves.

He was a man, a king, who led his men into battle but yet the idea of seeing Lyrina walking toward him, being bound to her for the rest of the lives was making him nervous. Not because he didn't want it, but because he wanted it so much.

"Robb, may I come in?"

"Of course, mother."

He was surprised to see his mother, but also thankful. Jon was little help in the marriage department and he did not have his father to guide him. He could only imagine the advice his father would give him, and he wished he was there. He knew his father would be so proud of him, not only for following his duty in marrying Lyrina, but also marrying her out of love.

"You look so handsome." His mother hugged him, and he could sense her tone.

"Mother, are you alright?" Everyone in the tent was looking at them confused. "Can we have a moment alone. Theon that means you need to leave as well."

Once they were alone he saw a tear slip from his mother's eyes. He did not know why she was crying. Did she not wish for him to marry Lyrina?

" You have grown into such a man." He felt like a nervous child. "Your father would be so proud of you."

"I know mother, and I will continue to make him proud." He knew his father was at peace, and he just wished he could have been there to see him marry Lyrina. He knew his father loved the girl as his own, and it would have been joyous for him.

"Are you nervous, Robb?"

"I fear she will run mother, she is always running." He just wanted her to settle, to not fear anymore. He wanted the nightmares to stop, he wanted her to feel completely safe in his arms.

"She will not run Robb, she wants this. I can see it in her, in the way you two are with each other. It will be alright in time." His mother kissed him on head before leaving him alone.

He wanted to believe that it would be alright but he couldn't fix the past. He could not take back the hurt that happened between them. He could not take back the arguments, he could not take back letting her go and lying. He was selfish in his love for her, always making decisions for her without confronting her on them, and he knew he had to stop. He knew he had to ask her what she wanted but he was trying to protect her, keep her from harm. He let her keep pushing the wedding off, he let her keep pushing him away but he knew that had to stop too. He could not let a marriage form while secrets lingered between them. He knew he could not change what had happened to her in Kings Landing but he could help if she let him.

He left his tent and made his way to the woods beside it where everyone had gathered in a clearing ready for the wedding. As he walked past some of his men the nerves in his body amplified and he felt himself begin to shake. He was really doing it, he was really going to marry the girl her had dreamed of. He had been so afraid when she was in Kings Landing that she would never make it back to him, but she did and she was going to be his bride.

Not long after he found himself by the Septon, someone began to play a light tune as everyone turned to watch her. Robb did not see her at firs but as she came into the clearing his heart began to race in his chest. He had never seen her look more beautiful, she looked as if she was actually glowing in the setting sun. She clung to Jon for dear life and he could see the fear etched in her eyes, she was just as nervous as he was. When her eyes caught his own they both broke into smiles, and he began to breathe easier. It felt like it took her a century to reach her, and when he took her from Jon it was as if his whole world slowed down.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you." They both wanted to cry, he could feel it and he could see it in her.

This was a moment they had talked about while laying in bed at night, it was a dream he had for a year. He was finally with her, the woman he loved was going to be his wife. As the Septon spoke neither of them tore their eyes from each other. Lyrina stood before him, her hand in his, smiling up at him. There was a peace that fell over him, feeling her hand in his own. Love was his peace.

The Septon looked to the pair to say their part and for a moment he saw her hesitate before speaking.

"Father, Smith,Warrior, Mother,Maiden, Crone,Stranger I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger I am his and he is mine fromt this day until the end of my days."

Robb could hear the emotion in her voice, he could hear her breaking her walls down for him. He smiled at her, feeling his own tears well up in his eyes. It was time for them to kiss and seal their marriage. He pulled her close to him, her body flush against his own. She giggled, and he lost it. He leaned down and kissed her like he had never kissed her before. He kissed her like it was the first time all over again, like it was the last kiss they would ever share.

When he pulled away from her he could see her face become red and it only got redder as his men began to holler at the pair, cheering. He watched her eyes leave him and travel over to where his family stood, they were all smiling and he watched Lyrina smile back at them. They were all happy, and they had reason to be, the union between the fawn and the wolf would mean a lot to the realm.

"What are you doing?" He swept Lyrina up into his arms and began to carry her.

"I am bringing you to our feast, and I want to make sure you know I will never let you fall." He held her tight against them as he walked through the forest.

He remembered the first time he had carried her, the night he took her to bed after the first feast for her father. He remembered the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, back then it was so innocent. Now she was his wife and nothing about his touch would be innocent that night.

"You are a very silly man Robb Stark."

"Well you are a very beautiful woman Lyrina Stark." He caught her smile as he said it, burying her face in his chest. The last time he held her she did not feel the same way for him as he did her, the last time he held her, he was barley coming to terms with the fact that he could care for her.

The feast was loud, and he was sure the animals near by had scattered from all the noise. He didn't mine he wanted everyone to have fun, to drink and to be happy. He sat at his table alone, Lyrina was off with his sisters, but he enjoyed it. He got to watch her laugh, and smile being carefree, no fear in her eyes. He watched Arya try to get Lyrina to chase her, but in the dress it was nearly impossible. He liked her dress, and he wished he could have thanked her mother for it, but he knew he never would. She may have sent him a letter, apologizing for his father, and basically granting him permission to love her daughter but he did not care. She was the enemy and he would never forgive her.

"I do hate to run out so soon but I must get back." Jon found him sitting alone.

"Thank you for coming, I think it did a lot for her." He knew it helped Lyrina for Jon to be there, but it helped him as well. And if his brother had asked he would have let him stay, he didn't fucking care about the vows.

"You helped her more than I did Robb. Look at her, she isn't scared anymore you can see it in her eyes. I didn't do that for her."

"I am afraid the fear will come back Jon. What if it is just in this moment she feels safe?" Ever since she had come to camp he could see the fear lingering in her. She didn't show it as often as she once did, she did not flinch at his touch or cower but he could see it in her. For as much as she had become a strong woman, something had happened between when she came to his camp with terms to when she came to marry him.

"As long as you are by her side I am sure she will be alright." Robb stood up to hug his brother farewell. "She plans to visit me when the war ends, let her."

"I will, I am her husband not her owner." He wasn't sure if he would let her go alone, but he would allow her the freedom to go.

"Be well, brother."

Robb watched as Jon went over and hugged Lyrina goodbye. He could see the sadness on her face but he knew she would be alright soon. She had Arya beside her, and he knew she would cheer his wife up. He was right because as soon as Jon was gone the two girls were back to acting like fools, going to different tables talking to people, and enjoying themselves. His wife had not even come to sit by him, and he did not mind, he enjoyed watching her happy.

Eventually she made her way to their table, taking her seat beside him. She smiled at him and took his hand in her own without speaking. She was strong again, she was standing taller and he began to believe that she trusted in him to keep her safe. That was all he wanted, he wanted her to know he would never let anything happen to her. She was his wife.

"I am tired." She poured herself some wine.

"Well, it can not be from the wine, since you can handle it now. It must have been all that running around with my sister."

"I was not running, this dress makes that impossible." She laid her head on his shoulder and he did not mind it. She was his queen she could be as affectionate as she wished.

"Well hopefully you are not too tired for tonight."

"Robb Stark." Her tone was meant to be stern but he saw the smile on her face.

"I am your husband, I have rights." She laughed more, and he couldn't help but smile. He could not wait to have her in their bed for more than just sleep.

Robb felt her just shift her chair closer to his while keep her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, feeling her close to him. He watched everyone at the feast having fun, all his men drinking and feeling good. He was glad they got a break from the war, and got to enjoy the small moments of happiness.

"Sire, we have spotted some men trying to enter the camp. We fear they may be more coming to free the Lannister." A guard had approached Robb and whispered in his ear. He looked to the the guard.

"Get Lyrina to our tent and stay there, now."

"Robb, what is going on?" Lyrina looked up at him confused and worried.

"Love, you are going to our tent. Wait there for me okay?" She was confused but he stood up and began to walk toward his men. His wedding was going to turn into a battle.

"Robb!" He heard Lyrina yelling his name as the guard took her away, but he did not look back. He needed her safe.

"Mother, take Arya and Sansa back to your tent now. Have one of my men go with you and stay." His mother didn't argue, but Arya tried. He didn't have any of it. "Men, our camp is being invaded."

"By who?" He saw all his men grab for their swords.

"No doubt the Lannisters, they have come to free the King Slayer. We will make them pay for ruining this day."

Lyrina's p.o.v

Everything was going perfect, everything was going as she had planned which meant it was about to go up in flames. She was resting her heard on his shoulder watching everyone she loved enjoy themselves, but it was short lived. Before she knew it Robb was up telling a guard to take her to her room. He would not tell her what was happening and as the guard dragged her away she screamed his name, she wanted him.

The guard did not inform her of what was happening either, he just pulled her along. She had trouble keeping up, the dress made it hard for her to run and the man seemed to be in a hurry. As they made their way to her tent she heard screaming in the distance, and it clicked in her head. They were under attack, her nightmare was coming to true.

"I have to get to Robb." She was trying to pull away, she could not let him die. She could not lose him.

"My grace, we need to get you to the tent. My king demanded it and I must abide, please." He was pulling her, and she dragged her feet. She would not allow him to get hurt. "Please stop dragging your feet, I promise he will be alright."

She knew he was lying, he could not promise that her husband would be safe. What of Arya, Sansa and Lady Catelyn would they be safe? She did not doubt that Robb would have them guarded as well.

"I have to make sure."

"You can not do anything for him, please." She knew he was right. She could do nothing.

He got her to her tent safely but Lyrina did not feel safe in the least. She was scared, and she knew someone would try to take her away from Robb. She did not think it would happen on her wedding day, she did not expect her family to ruin that day, they had given her the privilege of marrying Robb. Had her brother decided to go back on their deal? Did he decide he would just use her wedding as a means to kill everyone she cared for? She would kill him.

The screams were getting louder, and the clang of metal seemed closer than she wished it to be. Lyrina sat in the tent clutching her knife tightly in her hand, she had a guard but she needed to be safe. She needed to feel safe. She wished for a moment that the hound could be there, she knew he could protect her but he had disappeared days earlier. She had her doubts about him, but now that they were being attacked on her wedding day Lyrina could only imagine he had betrayed her. He had found her grandfather's men and betrayed her.

She heard the flap to her tent move and she hoped it was Robb. When Lyrina looked over at the entrance she saw a man in red, and she knew. She knew it was her family's man, and he was there for her. To either kill her or take her with him.

"What do you want?" She hid her knife behind her back, she did not want him to get the wrong idea. He had only a dagger in his hand which led her to believe he was not here to murder her.

"I am to take you back to your brother, M'lady. Come with me." He held out his hand to her and she stepped forward.

"Thank you, I have been waiting to leave this place." She was cautious, she could not startle him.

"We are freeing your uncle as well, soon your whole family will be free." She got closer to him until she was inches from him.

She smiled at the man, acted thankful to him. As soon as he let his guard down to her she did something she never expected to do. Lyrina swung her arm with the knife up and stabbed the man directly in the throat.

"I am sorry." She choked out tears in her eyes.

As she stabbed him a searing pain cut across her stomach and when she looked down she could see blood seeping from her stomach. When she stabbed him, he reacted by slicing her with his dagger deep in her stomach. Lyrina's world began to spin, and she could hear voices yelling to her. She looked to see Theon enter the tent, but she couldn't speak the pain was killing her. She could still hear yelling as she collapsed into Theon's arms, blood covering both of them.

"I..I.." She was trying to speak but nothing came out.

She saw his lips move but she could not understand him, everything was starting to fade from her view. She did not know if it was from shock, or from the blood leaving her body but she began to feel empty. More people were surrounding her but she still couldn't speak or move. Her dress cut from her chest to her waist, she felt the air hit her skin. She knew something was happening, Theon left her side and more people surrounded her. They kept speaking to her but she couldn't understand them, and then there was pain. More pain then just the cut in her skin, a searing burning pain as something was poured into the wound. As the pain continued everything went black and Lyrina slowly felt herself slip away.

A/N: I may have made Cersei a little out of character but I honestly believe she loves her children, even if she is an evil bitch sometimes. I honestly think she loves Lyrina enough to sometimes want her to be happy, when she isn't consumed with thinking of herself.