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Chapter 32: I need you.

Lyrina

"So on the morrow you leave for Riverrun."

Lyrina didn't even know if it was safe for her to travel any longer, her stomach had grown larger over the months. She was due in two months time, and soon after the birth of their child they would be in the Stormlands. Robb had been in constant communication with her Uncles, planning in secret how they would take the capitol from her family. He had a plan, a plan he failed to mention to her and she knew it was on purpose.

We need to mind your stress, we need to keep you calm.

Her husband was so concerned with her stress, and she could not blame him. When they had gotten word of the spy Gendry had found in Winterfell she had fallen into a spiral of anger. But with the increasing belly size, Lyrina found she needed to keep herself from getting angry. It was hard for her, the constant worry for the family she had grown to call her own in Winterfell, and her brother.

"Only two moons until our child arrives." Her hand was on her stomach, a wistful tone in her voice.

"My fawn, I couldn't be happier."

She knew he was excited, he was eager, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be like being at home, safe and warm, having their child. She wasn't ready, she was terrifeid but she didn't dare say a word. She didn't tell anyone of her fears, and with each passing month she felt herself going mad. She wanted her child, she wanted to hold them and kiss them, but she was afraid.

What if I'm not a good mother? What if I lose them? Or they never feel loved? I am fighting a war for this child and I don't know if I can do it.

Robb held her hand, as if sensing her internal quarrel. She knew he'd be a good father, he had been a wonderful husband and great brother to his siblings. She worried more of herself. She had terrible mother, and barely any time with her father. She didn't know if she would be a good parent.

"My love, let me go get you some water." They had been sitting at the table, and Robb made a move to leave.

"No, don't go," her voice was soft, "not yet."

She reached for his hand that rested on the table, she held his hand. She hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time with him in weeks. He had been brushing her out of the plans, and he had been busy. Lyrina didn't want to bother him, but she was enjoying her time with him. Even if it was just for a few moments.

"It's a cup of water love, I will be back."

She knew that, she knew he'd be back. It didn't stop her worries though. She always worried. Her husband was a King, a solider. When she knew Robb Stark before the war, he was just a boy going to be a Lord one day. Now he's so much more, and so much more to her. She didn't let up on his hand. He was not leaving her until he had too. But she feared that time would come sooner than she wished as Roose Bolton made his appearance. Lyrina froze in her seat, her eyes regarding him with cool calculation. She couldn't bear him.

"King Robb, we have matters to discuss."

Lyrina looked to Robb, making sure her eyes were telling him all she meant to say. He was not leaving her in the dark, not on matters that came at this late an hour. Robb looked from her to Roose, a frown upon his face.

"You can speak it here," he looked to Lyrina, "I will not keep it from her."

She watched the Lord shift, as if the news was something truly horrid. Before the Lord spoke his cold grey eyes found her, and nothing but loathing was held in his gaze. She hated him as well, so it bothered her not.

"The King Slayer has escaped, your Grace."

Lyrina felt Robb's hand slip from hers, her husband standing from his seat. She watched his eyes, the anger flashing in them. He had held her Uncle captive for some time, and no one had come to take him since their wedding night. He hadn't made a move to escape, but somehow he had managed it. Lyrina was worried, not for him but for whatever men he had harmed in his escape.

"How?" Was all her husband could say, his hands fist on the table.

Lyrina reached a hand out, placing it upon his again. She wanted him to stay calm, she was not the only one whose temper could get the better of them.

"Your mother, your Grace, and the woman sent by Renly Baratheon."

Robb was gone before Lyrina could say a word, but with Roose Bolton remaining she knew more word had come to the camp. For a moment silence remained between them before Lyrina stood from her chair, only struggling slightly. She didn't move toward the Bolton man, but she made her eyes lock with his own.

"And the rest of your news, Lord Bolton?"

She watched the man hesitate, like his words were not meant for her. She didn't care, she was the damn Queen, he would tell her.

"Just more news from Winterfell, my Queen." She knew he hated saying it, and as he called her queen it was like venom.

"What did Gendry get from the young man?"

Lyrina was very worried for half brother, she cared. She worried for Arya, Bran and Rickon. She wanted them safe, their safety was important to her.

"Nothing too useful, but they were attacked again. A smaller group this time, it's like their attacker is just playing games with them now."

A chill settled into her bones, she didn't like the idea of someone playing games with her family's lives. If she wasn't with child she would have marched home herself, and protected them but she knew it was no good. The men Robb had sent north, well the men she demanded be sent, had reached them and it was secure. No one would take Winterfell from them, no one would kill the people she loved. She knew that, and yet the nightmares still lingered in her mind.

"I will make sure to tell him when he returns from his mother," she said. "I must also send word to my Uncle Renly, let him know of his lady knight's actions."

"I have sent word ahead to Renly Baratheon, my Queen." She nodded at his words. "I was going to offer, King Robb, the men at the Dreadfort to back winterfell."

Lyrina was unsure of that, she had heard of his bastard son. Nothing horrible of course, but she didn't need his son at Winterfell. She didn't trust the father, no way she would trust the son.

"Lord Bolton, that would not be necessary but I thank you."

The Lord bowed his head to her, and excused himself. She knew he would seek her husband, and find his own answer. She knew Robb would give the same answer, they had no need for more men in Winterfell, it would only serve to have the enemy gather more men of their own. Winterfell would hold.

Once he was gone Lyrina found herself changing, she had grown tired of her dress. Nothing fit, everything was tight and she found no comfort. She hated dressing, she wished to remain in a robe all her day, but she could not go bare. It was forbidden of course. She was no whore, she was a Queen. The Queen in the North, and the Queen of the Seven kingdoms. All titles she had begun to settle into. Her child would be a prince, or princess. They would live the life she was long ago meant to, but never had been given. They would have a better life then she did as a child, she would grow as she ahd at Winterfell. They would grow with love and encouragement.

Lyrina was broken from her thoughts by a sound at the entrance of her tent, she let a smile grace her lips. She didn't turn around at first, as she slipped her night dress on. She knew it was her husband, and as the footsteps approached she spun around, her dark hair flying across her face. Lyrina froze, the man who entered her tent was not her husband. He was a dark figure clad in dark clothes, and a hood to conceal his face. Lyrina felt a scream catch in her throat as she eyed the dagger in his hand. She looked for her own, finding it across the tent.

"Please, I don't know what you want," her voice shook, "just go."

The man didn't speak he just continued toward her. Lyrina was seven months with child, and she was not going to let this man harm her. She began to scream and move to the table, putting an obstacle between them. She shook as she gripped the chair, her voice piercing the night. She watched as her scream only served to anger the man, his pace picking up. He was on the other side of the table when someone came into the tent, pulling him the ground. Lyrina stopped screaming.

She watched as Theon Greyjoy wrestled the dagger from the man's hand, his sister coming into the tent as well. Yara looked at Lyrina, a slight hint of worry in her eyes. Lyrina didn't want to be the damned helpless woman, but she was with child. What could she do other than holler. It took no time for Theon to knock the man unconscious, dragging him from her tent. Yara stayed behind.

"You alright?" Her voice rough.

"Aye, I'll be alright."

With a nod the woman was gone. Once Lyrina was alone she fell into her chair, a sob leaving her lips. She knew who had sent the man, she knew and it killed her. Her mother, her brother, the blood that flowed in her own veins. How does someone who gave birth to you try to kill you? How does someone you share blood with want you dead? How?

Robb

He couldn't believe his mother had let the damned King Slayer go. What was she thinking. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the war, and a pregnant wife, now his mother had to let go a way to get his sister back. He had far too much to worry about. He had to post a guard outside her tent, she was no longer just his mother but a prisoner too. He was livid with her, and for a moment he thought of sending her home. She could finally go see her kids again.

Robb was on his way back when he was stopped by Roose Bolton, a sour look on his face. Robb had grown tired of the man, he was nothing more than trouble. Robb placed a hand on his hip, annoyance reaching his eyes.

"What is it,Lord Bolton?" Robb just wanted to get back to Lyrina. She was leaving in the morning.

"Winterfell was attacked again, your Grace, they fended it off again. It seems the attacker is playing games with them."

Robb ran his hands through his hair. On top of everything else, someone was attacking his home. He could do nothing to stop them. He was left to send men and do nothing more. His brother by law was defending his home, looking after a prisoner, all the things he should be doing. He was meant to be the Lord of Winterfell, not some King.

"I am sure Gendry can handle it, I have sent men north, he has men on his side."

Robb went to bypass him, make his way to Lyrina but the Lord stopped him. He placed a hand upon Robb's shoulder, keeping his attention.

"I can have my son go, the men of the Dreadfort. It's extra men, more swords."

"No, we shall...-" Robb's words were cut off.

He caught sight of a commotion coming from the other side of camp. He saw Theon running toward his tent, Yara on his heels. More of his men formed around his tent, their swords at the ready. Robb felt a pang in his chest, a searing pain ripping through him.

Lyrina.

He thought he could hear her screaming, but he didn't know if he was imaging it. He left the Lord standing there, rushing toward his tent. He had a sinking feeling in chest, it felt like his wedding night all over again. He had almost lost her then, he thought he had lost her then. He had thought he lost her Kings Landing. Robb was not going to lose her, not now, and not ever. He fought too hard for too long for her, for them.

When he reached the tent Theon was dragging a body from it, a man unconscious. They locked eyes and his friend just nodded his head. It was a silent conformation of his wife's condition, and so Robb took off after Theon. He needed to know what happened, and knowing Lyrina was okay made it easy. He followed by the unconscious man, a fire growing inside of him. Theon locked him in a cage, before turning to Robb.

"What happened?" Robb questioned.

" I was sitting with Yara, speaking of my mother, when I heard it. This scream, most of the men heard it too. I ran for your tent, and found the man going after her. I thought it'd be the wedding again."

Robb wanted to kill someone, and he knew who. Joffrey Lannister. Robb didn't need to ask the man who sent him, he already knew. The bastard King tried to kill her once before, and no doubt the thought of her carrying his child drove Joffrey mad. Well the mad king would have to suffer until Robb got to him, until Robb could drive his knife through him. He was going to do it, and he would enjoy it. Robb was never one for enjoying the thrill of killing, but Joffrey would be his exception. That prick had done too much, gone too far. Not anymore.

"She's alright?"

"Yes, but I'd go see her." Theon nodded.

Robb left his friend, his heart heavy in his chest. How could someone do that? How could someone hate their own blood some much as to have someone come kill them? He would never understand it. He had more siblings than Joffrey did, and he would have never imagined killing them. He had a bastard brother, who was his best friend. Jon Snow was nothing short of his brother, and his blood. How could someone be so cold to their own blood? He would make Joffrey tell him, tell him why, before he drove the sword through his cold heart.

When he entered his tent his heart beat heavy in chest, Lyrina's sobs could be heard. She was in a chair, her body wracked by sobs. He was quiet, finding himself kneeling down beside her. He placed a hand on her knee, he didn't want her to stop crying, she needed to cry.

"Why, why?" Her voice was chocking out the question.

He didn't answer, he just kept his hand on her leg. He knew none of it was good for their child, but he needed her to let it out. Lyrina had to let it out, or it would kill her.

"He's my brother, my fucking brother," she cried. "I didn't do anything to him, I barely knew him. He tortured me, broke me, and tried to kill this child inside of me."

"I know, my love."

"Our child. I am going to kill him, and I am going to do it soon. I'm not waiting for this war to end, I am going to do as soon as I can."

Her words were beginning to worry him. He feared she would go to Kings landing, feared she would put herself in danger to end it. He couldn't have her doing that, he couldn't. He placed a hand under her chin, lifting her face so he could see her. Her blue eyes were blood shot, the tears staining her cheeks. With a shallow sigh Robb began to wipe the tears away, removing them from his wife's face.

"Lyrina, my love, my sweet fawn, we will do it together." She ripped her face from him as he spoke.

"No, I am going to do it. I am going to do it soon, before he can.. before.." Her voice was chocked.

He stood up, and pulled her from the chair. She was shaking on her feet, but Robb just pulled her against his chest, his face buried in her dark hair. He wouldn't let her go, and he would have the child in a war camp if he had to. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight, not yet. He needed her.

"Lyri, no," he spoke into her hair. "I need you, you can't go back there. You won't step foot into the Red Keep until we take. Until you are going to sit upon the Iron Throne, until our child can call it home."

He held back his own tears as she sobbed against his chest. Robb was barely hanging on himself. His family was spread across the Seven Kingdoms, his mother a traitor, his wife a victim. He couldn't do anything, and he was trying. He was trying so damn hard to save everyone, to do everything he could. He felt like he was alone, even with an army around him.

Sansa was helpless at the hands of Joffrey, and it killed Robb. The bastard had sent men to kill his own sister, what would he do to Robb's blood. It sickened him to think of it, and he ahd to save her. He had to. He had to save Sansa, keep the others in Winterfell safe, look after his mother, try and make amends with his father. On top of all of it he had a wife, and a child on the way. A child, a babe, a tiny little thing he would have to care for. How could he care for a child when his wife kept getting attacked? Would they attack the babe too? What would he do then?

He had to rely on his men to help, he had to rely on the bonds he had formed. He would have to count on Lyrina's Uncles to keep their words, to help him take Kings Landing. He had to trust Theon and the Iron born to help him. He had to trust Walder Frey, to keep his end of the deal, while trying to keep his own. He had to place his trust in so many people, and he was beginning to think it was tearing him apart.

"I am scared, I am so scared." Her voice tore him from his thoughts.

Robb held her tighter, running his hand across her back. He tried to calm her but her crying did not stop. His doublet becoming soaked by her tears.

"I won't be a good mother, and my blood is tainted. You can see it can't you? Our child will be cursed because of me."

"Hush yourself now," his voice was stern. "You aren't tainted, and our child will be the love of our lives. Please, don't fret."

He held her for a few moments longer, before taking her to their bed. He laid her down, sitting himself beside her. Her crying had not ceased, her face drained of all color. He knew she was distraught, and it was breaking his heart. He had become so helpless.

"Come to bed," she looked up at him, "forget everything else and come to bed with me. I am sick of falling asleep without you."

He didn't need to be told twice. He stripped, and slipped into bed beside her, only his breeches on to keep him warm. He pressed his bare chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her. He placed a kiss on her head.

"I love you, Lyrina Stark, and I won't ever let you go," he whispered. "No one is taking you from me again."

"I love you too," she replied.

Her words gave him hope, and for a moment he knew he could do anything. With her on his side, he could do it.