Author's note: Sorry this one took forever to come out! I had to rewrite it a few times to fit my liking but I like how it went. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you for all the reviews, follows and favorites they mean a ton, lovelies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or anything associated with it. I own Lyrina. Lyrics are from "Wanted" By Hunter Hayes.

"Cause I wanna wrap you up

I wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

wanna hold your hand forever"

Chapter 29: Forgotten memories.

Robb's p.o.v

"You can't do that to me again, fawn, I worried dearly." She lay in his arms as he spoke.

Lyrina had been only back in his tent for a few hours, and he was not ready to let go of what happened. She brought him ships, united his friend with his kin and brought him news of their impending child but he was somewhat bitter. He knew he was to blame just as much as she was but he could not let it go.

"I know, love. I am sorry, I had to do something. If I stayed in our tent lingering on the words you said I would have gone mad."

"I know."

The guilt he felt over his words still lingered inside of him. He had told his wife to run back to a man who had mutilated her, and held his sister captive. How could he? She knew he had not meant it, but he was still unsure of his own motive. He was angry with her for lying but he knew his words were not warranted.

"Have you reached out to your father?" She looked up at him.

"I have sent word north for him and to Bran."

Robb knew his brother would find peace in the news of their father, more so than he did. Robb's wolf-blood anger always got the best of him, especially on matters involving the royal family. Bran was much more level headed than he was, all his siblings were outside of Arya.

"I am glad."

He knew the subject was hard for her. He knew she too felt guilt but she was also hurt. Lyrina may not have been the same fragile girl she was in Winterfell but she was still a woman with emotions. She let her emotions win more often than she liked but Robb did not mind. He liked knowing what she was feeling, he liked knowing the inner workings of her mind. He wanted her to feel as if she could be open with him about anything, and everything.

He held her tight to him as she let her eyes close. He knew she was no doubt tired, he was as well but he would not sleep yet. He thought of the life string in his wife's belly, he would soon be a father. He was going to have a child in a war camp. He knew soon he would have to send Lyrina away, send her somewhere she could give birth to their child in peace. She would protest but he could not have his child in his camp, not with a war raging. His child, his wife, and his family all needed to be safe.

Lyrina's belly grew larger each day, her womb swelling to allow more room for his child to grow inside of her. Robb watched her dress a small smile upon his face. Years ago he could only dream of her being with his child, and that dream was a reality.

"Quit staring." Lyrina had grown quite self conscious in her pregnancy.

"I will do no such thing."

He stood from his desk and looked upon his naked wife. Her hair was long enough to cover her growing breasts, but Robb knew what lay beneath the hair. He approached his wife with a quick long stride, pulling her against him.

"I happen to think you look glowing." He kissed her quick before she could argue.

Robb felt his wife smile against his lips, and heard her laugh. He let his hand rest on her belly, wishing to feel his child move inside of her. His excitement grew each passing day.

"Let me dress, I have no doubt we must speak to your men."

He knew she was right, there was much planning to be done. Robb needed to make use of the Ironborn ships he had been given, and his first move was to strike Casterly Rock. He would attack the Lannisters home, make them suffer as he had. He also had to deal with the man coming to speak to Lyrina, a envoy of Stannis Baratheon. Robb would also have to figure a way to get Lyrina to agree to go to Riverrun. He needed her to be there so she could give birth, a camp was no place for that. He would not send her to Winterfell till after the birth, he wanted her close.

"Alright, meet me in the war tent, I am going to find Theon."

He had not spoken to his friend since the return of his wife, he had not truly spoken to anyone. He had spent days in the tent with her, each day just enjoying her company. Lyrina enjoyed laying in bed with him just as much, he knew it from the way she spoke. He left her alone and went in search of his friend.

Robb found Theon in his own tent sitting at a table with a woman. If not for the look on Theon's face he would just considered the woman another one of Theon's conquests. But Robb knew by the way his friend was speaking, and the look on his face the woman must have been his sister.

"I am sorry if I am interrupting."

"No, of course not."

Theon stood from the table and smiled upon Robb. He had truly never seen his friend so happy, not a single day at Winterfell, no matter how many women he had fucked. Robb had never seen a real smile upon Theon's face. The woman too stood to face Robb, her eyes as cold as the North. He knew she was not pleased to be in his camp.

"When do we attack?" The woman was straight to the point.

" Once I speak to men, but it should be soon. The Lannisters do not know we have ships yet, they have no idea of our plan to attack Casterly Rock."

Robb wanted to attack as soon as possible, it would completely draw the Lannister forces from the Riverlands. He needed the Lannister threat gone so he could send his love to Riverrun without fear.

"Than what are we waiting for?"

Theon's sister was unlike any woman he had ever met before. She had more fire than Arya, and less class than any solider he had ever met. She was the female version of Theon, and Robb could see it in every way. As the three made their way to the war tent he could over hear the siblings discussing battle plans. He did not doubt Theon would go with his sister to take Casterly Rock, and Robb did not mind it. He trusted his friend, and he was sure that once the rock was taken they would return to finish their war.

The tent was filled with his most trusted bannermen, and his wife. Lyrina stood off to the side, her hand upon her stomach as she smiled at him. Everyone had learned of the pregnancy but it was not the place for congratulations, they had a war to win. He spoke to his men of the plans to attack Casterly Rock, and Roose Bolton offered to attack by land while Theon took it by sea. He would send his men to distract the Lannisters while Theon's men took the castle.

"King Robb, we have news for you."

A man burst into the tent his breath ragged. Robb looked to the man holding a letter in his hand, before he took the paper.

"Winterfell was attacked by a group of men without banners. They were fended off, but Ser Rodrik fears they will return."

Robb tried to speak with his emotions in check. He heard his wife make a sound somewhere between a gasp and sob. He looked to her.

"No one was harmed, but we will need to send a few hundred men north."

"That is what the Lannisters will want you to do, your Grace, we must not allow them to move your hand."

He understood where Roose Bolton was coming from, but Robb could not allow the attack on his home to go without retaliation.

"They will attack Winterfell again, whether we send aide or not Lord Bolton, the lions do not attack unless they truly mean to take it."

Robb was shocked by the sudden cold tone coming from his wife.

"Your high-"

"Lord Bolton you don't like taking orders from me, I understand that, but we are sending men to Winterfell. We are not going to let the seat of the North fall into the hands of the Lannisters. Do you wish to be free or to be owned by them?"

Robb thought to cut in, but Theon gave him a wicked smile. His wife was coming into her own, and she was defending his home and his kin while doing so.

"I mean no disrespect but.."

"I will hear no argument on the matter. Does anyone else care to speak?"

No man made a move to open their mouths, but Robb saw the shock upon all their faces. Lyrina had truly grown in their time together, and he was sure the mood may have been effected by the wolf growing in her belly.

"We will send the men in the morning, now back to the business at hand." Robb directed the conversation back on to topic.

His wife stood tall in the corner of the tent, a small smile upon her lips. He was proud of her, and he was glad she had begun to take part in his meetings but he feared the fire growing inside of her. He knew she had a wicked temper, and he only hoped it could be controlled. If not he feared she would burn the camp like wild fire.

Before the meeting ended his wife excused herself, leaving only his men and Theon's sister left in the tent. He counted the moments until someone brought up Winterfell again, and it took longer than he thought. The matters switched to that of his mother and Renly Baratheon. No one believed he would join their cause, with the Tyrells on Renly's shoulder. Robb disagreed, he would not fight Renly on the throne all he wished for was the North to be free. From Renly the topic turned to Stannis and the man he was sending to speak to Lyrina. The men thought it was odd for the late King's brother to send an envoy to speak on his behalf, but Robb could not speak for Stannis. He himself had sent his mother to Walder Frey to broker a deal. A deal he still had to follow through on.

Once the discussion had ended a plan had been finalized. Lord Bolton would take a force to Casterly Rock, while Theon moved in from the sea. Once Casterly Rock was taken and they gained their allies they would move to Kings Landing. Robb knew he would have to move fast after they attacked Casterly Rock, the move would put Sansa in grave danger.

"We move in a fortnight, men."

He left them to their own business and went in search of his fiery wife. It took only moments to find his dark haired beauty. She stood speaking to a man he had never seen, a small smile upon her face as she clutched a doll in her hands. Something in the way she stood advised him not to approach, but Robb Stark was never good at listening to the wise voices in his head. That was how he ended impregnating the daughter of the enemy.

Lyrina.

Roose Bolton was the bane of Lyrina's existence in the camp. She was pregnant and the man was more of a pain the baby inside of her. She could not stand him. He was too much of a man to listen to her. She left the tent and made her way into the fresh air of camp, the men in Robb's company did nothing for her. She was angered quickly and she had no doubt it was due to the wolf blooded babe forming in her womb. Her husband's blood swam through that child's veins, the blood of the wolves.

"Your highness, may I have a moment?"

Lyrina shook from her thoughts and looked upon a man she had never seen before. He was older, with thinning grey hair and brown eyes. He held a kind smile upon his simple face, and Lyrina felt at ease with the man.

"You may, my good sir, if you give me the name of the man who seeks my company."

"My name is Ser Davos Seaworth, your grace."

Lyrina knew the name once, she remembered it from a long distant memory.

"I know the name, but not the man. I believe I have heard tales of you, Ser, you saved my Uncle if I am correct."

Lyrina had read the tale of the siege on Storm's end. How they were starving in their home while the Tyrells held them inside, for over a year. Her Uncle Stannis and his men would have died save for a man sailing through. The man Davos, brought onions to the men and as a reward was named a knight.

"Yes, your Grace, but we have met once a long time ago."

Lyrina tried to rack her brain for some memory of the man. She had tried to forget her time in Kings Landing as a child, it held no happiness for her there. She wished to let go of anything that linked her back to her family, but sadly the memory of Casterly Rock was not one she could shake.

"I am sorry, good Ser, but I seem not to remember our meeting."

"You were four, your Grace, I do not expect you to remember an old man you met once." His smile was kind. "I do have something for you, it is from your uncle."

Lyrina was confused on what her Uncle Stannis could have sent for her. She had no true honest memory of her uncle. When she was in Casterly Rock she found it hard to hold on to any good memories, it only brought her pain. The knight reached into a satchel and pulled out a small doll. Lyrina's eyes went wide for a moment before she regained her composure.

"That isn't possible, how did you get that?"

"It is not the same doll. Your Uncle was unaware of if you would remember him, he hoped it would strike a cord with you."

Lyrina took the doll from the onion knight, a small smile upon her visage. When she was four, on her last nameday, her Uncle Stannis had given her a doll with raven hair. She loved the doll more than anything, it was better than any other she had ever gotten. Her mother had given her a hundred golden haired dolls as a child, but having one with her hair color made it special. It was the one thing she willingly took with her to Casterly Rock, it was the only thing that she kept of her old life. She had to leave it behind in her escape, and she had long forgotten the doll or any memory linked to it but seeing it again brought back memories she had forced herself to forget.

"Thank you."

She held the doll tight in her hands as flashes danced through her mind. She remembered the time her uncles had both taken her into the garden, the time her father had thrown her up in the air. She had memories of her father and his family that she had long since forgotten. It surprised her how a simple doll could bring back so many memories, so many things a person forces themselves to forget.

"Lyrina, are you alright my love?"

"I am more than alright, dear."

Lyrina turned to her husband, a smile upon her face.

"Let me introduce you to Ser Davos Seaworth, the envoy my Uncle Stannis has sent."

Lyrina still clutched the doll in her hand, the flashes of memories still swirling in her head. She wondered how she could have forgotten so much of her childhood. She blocked out years of her life while in Casterly Rock, but she could never erase those years she wished to. Lyrina watched as the two men spoke for a moment, not bothering to intercede until she felt necessary.

"Ser, would you like to have some tea or wine in the tent with us? We can discuss the matters my Uncle sends you with." Lyrina smiled at the kind man.

"Tea would be lovely."

"My wolf, can you find us some tea? I will show Ser Davos to our tent."

Lyrina was surprised when Robb went off to find the tea without question. She would normally never ask her King husband to go off in search of drink for her, but yet he was doing it without question. She was beginning to think being pregnant was worth more than just having a child. She showed Ser Davos to their tent, and joined him at the small table in the room. Lyrina was curious as to what her Uncle would send to her in terms of an alliance.

"I see you are with child, we in Dragonstone have not learned of that."

"It is recent, I have been away for a month and a learned upon my trip back. I took a journey to the iron Islands, a very unkind place."

"I have heard, I myself have never made a true journey there."

Lyrina placed the doll beside her on the table, unwilling to let it go from her side. She never wanted to forget such a thing again.

"I never wish to return that is for certain, it was not the cold that bothered me so much as the company."

They both let out a small laugh as Robb came back in with a young boy holding a tray. Upon the tray was tea and sweetrolls. Lyrina wondered how Robb had managed to get sweets in camp, but she did not ask questions.

"What says Lord Stannis, Ser?"

It was Robb who spoke, Lyrina having a mouth full of sweetroll. She was pregnant and the babe inside her was craving something sweet.

"Lord Stannis is willing to back you Stark, but only if Lyrina is the one to sit on the Iron throne. You do not have a claim, and Stannis wants to fight for the true heir."

"That is the intention, my men know this. We want the North to be free, but if it is not in the cards then we want Lyrina upon the throne."

Lyrina wished for Robb to sit on the throne, but she knew it was hers and she knew it had to be her. She did not want to be the damned queen, but by the Gods she would do it.

"We are glad to hear that, Stannis only asks for one more thing of you both."

Lyrina took another bite of sweetroll, silent. She did not even want to know what else was needed of her.

"And what pray tell is that?"

"He would like a spot upon Lyrina's small council."

Lyrina let out her breath. It was easy for her to agree to allowing the man a seat on her council.

"Ser Davos, for my Uncle's help he may have a seat upon my small council. He deserves it."

After the heavy discussion was out of the way small talk began. The three began to drink their tea and eat their sweetrolls. Lyrina enjoyed speaking to Ser Davos, he informed her of things her Uncle had spoken of her. She learned things about herself as a child that she had never known, and she had wished to remember again. Robb too seemed to enjoy hearing about the small things of Lyrina's past. As the talk continued Lyrina put her hand on her belly, hoping only that her son or daughter would have true childhood, and a happy life among the halls of the Red Keep. She would raise a true and honest heir to the Seven Kingdoms.