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Heart of the Great Wolf

11 - What Lies Beyond the Veil

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 11k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn, talk of marriages, pregnancy, unwanted sexual comments, descriptions of blood gore and violence, character deaths, traumatic and disturbing imagery

Notes: Hey remember when this was also a Jon Snow slow burn? No? Anyways things occur in this chapter. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.

The thin material of your shift did little to keep the freezing chills off your skin. Ripples all over your arms of where the snow shivered up, and yet you barley felt it below. Your feet bare walking along the snow and ice, only you couldn’t see for how long it went on for. The night was dark but it faded around you to a pitch black that obscured your ability to move anywhere but forward. You could see your breathe with every passing puff of air passing your lips. 

Silence was in the air, not even the blow of wind could be hear even though the ends of your shift flowed around below you as you walked forward. No signs of life or anything and yet you kept walking, the need to see what was at the end of this snowy path you were brought to was more important then turning around and finding a way home. 

A small hill came up in the view, the steepness of the incline and snow under your feet caused you to stumble, grasping onto the trees around you to steady yourself. A large mass came up into your eyeline as you passed over the edge. Eyes narrowing as you jumped down onto the flat surface you came upon grass. Green and sun as if a light snow had just melted days before as the air warmed right around you. The sounds of water ran by as you came up to the figure, only a sharp set of antlers sticking from it. 

Kneeling down in front of it, the mud stained the edge of your shift as the warmer, slightly humid air around you dried it faster. Your eyes widened at the sight, the inside of it’s mouth stained with blood and it’s eyes pale and open, it was a great stag on it’s side. It’s stomach gutted open and flies zipping around the growing rot and moss overtaking it. Looking up to it’s head a bloody snapped section of its antlers were missing. 

Standing up, the sounds of water called to you. Looking at the stag with narrowed eyes, lips slightly parted until it fell away into the darkness that kept you encased in your directions. A small steep hill to the clearing beside the water was lush, but as you came upon a second mass it was covered in fur and laying too on it’s side.

A direwolf. 

Kneeling in front of it, it’s fur looked on the darker brown side, with one leg bent at the knee in a manner that would’ve caused it to stumble down where it lay. Looking up it’s body you could see right in it’s neck, antlers soaked in blood. Your hands bare, you grabbed the sticky, bloodied end and as you pulled it out, whispering in the wind was a voice. “Tough old beast.” 

Looking up as you held the antlers now, the voice was that of Ned, but no where to be seen. Perhaps hiding in the blackness around you? But even now the sun shined more above you then the dark snow before, he still was nowhere. You looked over the object in your hand, a morbid twist in your throat passing back down as you placed it gently beside you. Moving around to the side of it’s face you could see a trail of blood. One pooled around the wound in the largest and leaders neck. “There are no direwolves south of the wall.” Robb? Both Stark men hiding where you could not see. 

Kneeling on the ground to look over the creature you heard a deeper, rasping voice in the wind “Now there are five.” All three were together, Ned, Robb and Jon until one more joined, younger and higher pitched.

“Where will they go?” Your heart rushing over, another whisper that sounded all around you but nowhere to be seen. This time that of Bran.

The whines of pups caught your eye, and looking to the litter around it, you found two other blood trails that followed. One to a bright one, whites and greys that were well groomed and pretty but there was a wound in it’s chest that bled out. One clean stab it had looked like as it lay the furthest away, so much so you could barley see it. 

Another sat beside where you found yourself kneeling. A handsome array of dark grey’s over it’s fur as your stomach revolted over the sight. Blood encased it all over, small punctures and one right by it’s heart until you could see it’s head nowhere to be found. “They don’t belong down here.” Ser Rodrick was next but once more it was as if they were all around you whispering in the winds, hiding what lies beyond the veil of darkness around you. 

Three remained, one darker with a blacker fur and two more pups that were in deep browns that matched that of the dead wolf they clung by. The commanding voice of Ned rang out as you looked to the three remaining pups, one girl and two boys “Better a quick death.” 

Blood from the grey pup next to you begun to spill over, rushing along your shift with a mind of it’s own like water and pooling around your stomach as the sound of Bran yelled out “No, please father.” 

Your hand ran along the side of the headless one with a morose sorrow, Ned’s deep voice with as much in his own wind filled voice, “I’m sorry, Bran.” 

Only it was Jon’s voice that turned your head up to still find them all hiding from you, but with a plead that spoke of the sight around you as if not caked in death and blood. “Lord Stark. There are five pups. One for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your house, you were meant to have them.” 

Your eyes stung with the heavy scent of blood as the three remaining young turned and ran off. The female all alone as she ran into the darkness, and the other two stuck together until a tree came into their view. One going around one side and the other wolf pup the other but never came back to the other. Finding a path alone in the darkness now split. 

Only death remained. The winds were quiet once more, and the voices of the men hiding from you no longer spoke. Just death and the running water beside you. Standing up you took a step back, turning to where you found the Stag you got only a few feet forward. 

There was no sound, no whine of a pup, no voice in the wind but you were compelled to turn around in your place. The snow and freezing, sunless dark had returned and no longer were there any direwolves but one. Larger then the other pups, but not quite as large as the biggest that had once laid where it stood, you saw it’s striking red eyes wide as it watched you. 

It’s fur was different then the others, a pure white that fit with the snow around him. Lips parting to speak it’s name, you heard Jon’s voice in the winds speak yours first. 

Eyes opening, you sighed into the warmth of the sheets and fire in the room. Looking around it was still the night as when you fell asleep. The sheets pooling low around you hips as you sat up, you could see Robb partially dressed looking over things at the desk. 

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you couldn’t help but try and grasp for memories of what you had dreamt. You struggled with that the more vivid they were, you could barley recall anything beyond small images. Sighing out as nothing firmly came to you, you gently draped your self over the pillows behind, letting the sheets fall lower as you shifted your legs. 

His head turning to the sound, Robb paused as he looked to you, blue eyes looking from how low you were covered and up to your chest then face. A playful dark colour in his own swam over, leaning back with one arm on his desk and the other on the back of his chair as he turned to face you. A smirk on his lips as he tilted his head. “How am I supposed to sit here and plan a war, when you’re over there looking like that?” 

Smiling gently, you slid your legs down onto the coolness of the floor before standing, having no interest in covering up beyond a thin sheet, when he would just pull whatever it was off himself. With open arms he guided you to climb into his lap, now facing the desk again as you held onto his shoulders. “I do believe my King is good enough to focus on both.” 

Your lips finding his neck, gently pressing kisses down it as he sighed out, holding your hips firmly. “You, are a little temptress these days. What’s a man supposed to do with a wife this needy?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as you trailed back to to kiss the rough facial hair over his jaw. “How have I only just gotten you pregnant now? Clearly I didn’t treat my Queen the way she deserves nearly enough.” 

Robb pulling you to kiss him properly as you relaxed into his touch, forgetting the sheet it draped down in your lap, your bare chest pressing against what of his was exposed by his open shirt. You let one hand drift down to run over the skin you could find, but he never deepened his kiss. Just a tender, intimate need until you pulled away needing air. 

Breathless with a smile, you wrapped your hands around his neck. “I think he’s proof you treat me just fine.” 

One hand on your hip trailed over, his smile soft and tender to the point it could break your hear from being so full. “Maybe we’re lucky,” kissing down your neck again and back up until he reached your ear with his breathe hot. “Maybe I’ve given you a little princess as well to keep our son company.” 

You smiled as he bit at your ear and your an a hand through his hair. “Already getting greedy before little Ned is even in this world, yet?” 

Robb pulled back, leaning against the chair as he held you at both your hips. A bright look in his eye that could water if he didn’t try, “You want to name him after-” 

You nodded, leaning forward to run a hand through Robb’s hair again. “Someone should. Your father named his two eldest sons after his closest companions, Jon Arryn named his after Robert, but neither them honouring your father with the same. Who better to remember him by then you? The one who risked everything just to save his life.” 

Choking on something deep in his throat, he swallowed heavily but his voice was strained and rough trying to keep his emotions in check. The love and softness in his eye though, gave it away. “And our little girl?” You both knew what that answer was, as Robb leaned up once more to pull you into his arms and keep you close to his chest. “I think he deserves to have his sister beside him again, don’t you think?” 

You nodded firmly, keeping your face tucked into his neck. The quiet around you was calm until you of so quietly spoke up, “Think this will make her feel any better?” 

Robb sighed, running his hand up and down your back knowing that it had bothered you just as much as it had him. “She has to get over it. It isn’t her decision and if the lords who witnessed it all agreed with me and you, then it’s fair to say we made the right one. If it’s not us,” His hand over your stomach once more, “and it’s not them, then he’s the only one I’d want it to be after me. He deserves it, all of it.” 

The evening had been an argument, you were to leave soon for the Twins but a raven had come for Robb with news that started the whole thing. Reading it to himself at first, his jaw was clenched before handing it to you. Eyes sharp as he watched your face fall into surprise and then steeled it into realization. 

Catelyn was as confused a she was shocked. “I don’t understand.”

Your palms braced on the table with an irritated sigh as you looked at her, “It’s Tywin.” Your head shaking firmly as you tried to keep your jaw from clenching so tight it snaps. “He’s using Sansa to get a hold on the North.” 

Sitting down, Robb was running over something in his head as his mother paced on the other side of the table in front of him. Turning to you, it was clear the protectiveness in her fought with what you all knew you couldn’t do. It had already happened, there was nothing to change that now. “She’s still just a girl..”

You looked at her with a dark and unpleasant knowing. “I don’t think that’s the thing on Tywin’s mind when he hatched this one up.” You swallowed as you looked to Robb, “Cersei had tried to do the same with me.” Catelyn’s eyes furrowed as you looked to nothing instead. “I was fourteen, I had just bled for the first time, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but my father, but..the Queen found out and well, at the time I thought she was trying to be helpful but then-”

“Then your father sent you to live with us for over two years.” Robb’s voice as tight at the memory just as he had reacted all those years ago when you first told him what you suspected. That your father had sent you away so suddenly to prevent Cersei from marrying you off to a suitor of her choice, one that would only be a gain for the Lannisters.

You nodded, “The Lannisters don’t care about anything after shes old enough to have a child, meaning shes old enough to be used as some pawn to be married off for leverage. Tywin marries her to Tyrion Lannister, they have a Stark Lannister baby and suddenly we have lions in charge of the North.” 

Her eyes closed as she collected herself, the only news of her daughters and once more there was not a single mention of Arya. None of you were comfortable with that that pattern could possibly mean. 

You leaned your back against the table beside Robb, “He means to take the north right from under us. And I won’t have it. Even if he wins this war.” Catelyn looked up to her son with a confused look but it was as Robb met your eye, knowing what his intention was. You could still hear the haunted words in your mind that she never allowed to happen.

“Make him a Stark and be done with it.” 

Looking to his mother with conviction, he and you both knew the argument about to happen as he spoke. “If Tywin Lannister wants the North, he will have to take it from me, from us, and if I die, he’ll have to take it from the heir after me.” Catelyn clearly felt unwell at the thought but neither you nor Robb looked at it that way. Not right now.

You sighed deeply, “If Robb dies he needs an heir, if I die or the baby dies as well he still needs an heir. Someone to take over as King in the North, someone who we trust beyond any doubt that he would be just as much of a leader.” 

The silence was palpable and you wondered if she had seen it coming or not. “I have a feeling you already have a name in mind.” 

“I’m naming Jon my heir.” 

Catelyn stood immediately, “Robb,” her voice disapproving and already pleading as she leaned over the table slightly, “He is not a legitimate Stark he can’t-”

“He can if it’s my order. Bran and Rickon are gone, we’ve hear nothing of Arya and even if my son is born tomorrow it will be eighteen years before he’s even of age. I need to name a successor now.” Robb stood slowly, pacing around the table to look at his mother with a calmness that brewed something in it’s background. 

“Do you remember the last time a King named a bastard-?” 

Words in your mind of Robb’s, soothing and warm telling you to remain calm. He wanted you there, but to let him handle his mother. He wanted you to rest, saying it wasn’t good for either you or the baby to let you get worked up this way. But as you watched her, you stepped up beside Robb and knew he was keeping back anger of his own as he motioned towards you. “Jon would never harm her. Or our son.”

Robb’s hand finding the small of your back as Catelyn found no allies in either pairs of eyes. Her emotions were running too hot it seemed as she spoke, “Like how you thought Theon Greyjoy would not harm Bran or Rickon?” 

His eyes blazed in an anger you knew her mother had not seen towards her before, and behind her there was a deep growl. Grey Wind giving away the intensity as she looked to see the direwolf’s aggressive and low growl towards her. Looking back at you, but you knew perhaps she was realizing the story she admitted in guilt only made it now much worse. “Watch yourself mother, remember who it is you’re speaking of. My father had four sons, not three.” 

“Sansa is alive, which makes her your father’s lawful heir-”

It was you who shot it down. “Sansa is married to a Lannister, we give her the north and the Lannisters will come marching at our doorstep behind her to take it. We’ve fought them for too long to just hand it over to them now.” 

She tried pleading but Robb, shook his head. “Sansa no longer holds any rights or position in my line of succession. She’ll always be my sister, but I refuse any action that allows the Lannisters to inherit our kingdom, our home. Jon is my brother, my fathers son, and he deserves as much as I’ve had.” 

Catelyns face betrayed her, and you felt sick that after everything she has said and done, she makes to treat Jon the exact same as the day she kicked him out into the cold during a Royal Feast. Jon hadn’t been allowed a place at that table, and now Robb wanting to give him the spot at the front, Catelyn still sees fit to keep him locked out just for his very existence. “Robb, a Snow is not a Stark.” 

“Jon is as much of a Stark as I am. He’s as much a Northerner as any of us. I trust him with my Kingdom, I trust him with my sons, and I trust him with my wife. He’d never do a thing against them, he’s got all of my father in him and more.” 

Robb’s hand was comforting around your back as you tried pushing down something that you hadn’t felt so strongly in a long time. Robb had trusted Jon with his wife, he just didn’t know that it was in the years before that. He knew you and Jon were close, and knew that he could trust him to keep you safe just without the understanding of how deep that once ran.

Sighing, she paced back a few steps with a hand to her forehead. “Jon is brother of the Night’s Watch. Sworn to hold no lands and take no wife. Those who take the black serve for life.” 

There was pride in Robb’s eyes towards you as you spoke, and a hopelessness in his mothers but you spoke with a heavy heart in as much a truth as you could spare. “So do the brotherhood of the Kingsguard. But that did not stop Cersei and Joffery from stripping Ser Barristan Selmy of his vows with no more then they simply chose to do so.” 

You couldn’t even be sure where this came from, but it was with a truth that you had no qualms of fulfilling as you finished, “If I send the Watch a hundred men in Jon’s place, I’ll wager they find some way to release him from his vows.” 

Stepping forward he ran a hand over your waist before lowering his voice to something quiet but stern as you could see Grey Wind step up in his place to the other side of you. “Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would find it in your heart to support him just this once, mother. But if you do not, that does not change my decision. I’ve already had the other lords sign off on the decree.” 

With no leg left to stand on, that was when you and Robb took your leave. Now as you lay together in bed, the rain of the previous days did not let up once. Come morning you would make your way to the Twins with the still ever grumbling Edmure in toe. 

Robb’s arms wrapped around you and yours laying gently on his chest you both running your fingers gently on the others skin as he murmured low in your ear. “Probably best we don’t tell her what name we came up with for our second son.”

You laughed, head burying itself in his neck as he chuckled deeply. “Think we’re sending the poor woman into an early grave at this rate.” Staying quiet for a moment, you breached a topic that you seldom brought up alone. In the quiet intimate moments of the night between you and Robb, you had long since made it a conscious habit to keep Jon from your lips as much as possible. Until right now as the events of the evening boiled over. “I don’t understand. Her husband, his father dies, as do her own children and after all this time she refuses still to see him as anything but a bastard. I don’t get it, I’ve never gotten it.” 

His hand ran up and down your arm. “The fact she tried to even suggest Jon could be capable of hurting you or our children.” His voice was rough as his teeth gritted through an exhale. “Jon’s a better son then any father could ask for, better man then me it felt like sometimes.” 

Shifting up to look at him, better you lazily ran your fingers along his chest. “You’re both good men, you always have been.” 

Shaking his head he sat up with you, pulling your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, speaking as your eyes both watched the dark rain through the window. “You remember when you first came to Winterfell? How you were sick in those first days?” Nodding with a furrowed brow you didn’t recall much of anything from that time. “Father had Maester Luwin look you over, and he said that something on the trip north must have given you some kind of fever, that you’d spend the next few nights coughing and sweating it out before he could be sure if you’d make it.” 

It was serious, but you had been so young that the adults didn’t want to worry you with such past details. “I remember your father saying that he was preparing himself to send a raven to my parents, it was so bad.” 

“Luwin told him at least one person at any given time should stay by your side, you’re fever was so high if it got any worse that he’d need to know right away. He and my mother were going to take turns, but Jon volunteered right away. Said he’d look after you.” Your eyes narrowed, not knowing any of that but he continued.

“Three days you were sick, and I don’t think he ever left your side more then a few minutes. I didn’t know why, but he was adamant about taking care of you. My mother tried to get me to take over, but father just said to let him do it. Didn’t realize it then, but I think he wanted to let Jon have something for himself that my mother wouldn’t just take away from him.” You felt choked on the inside as you tried to relax more into his touch. 

Robb reaching up to play with the loose strands of your hair as he gently spoke close to your ear with a light laugh. “Only time I was allowed to take care of you was if Jon went to go get Luwin, saying that I’d only screw it up trying to tell him what’s wrong.” You breathed a laugh too, something in your eyes beginning to sting. “And my mother looked at that boy, and still never managed to find it in her heart to let go of her anger towards him. I’ve never understood it either, but I at least can do something to try and make it right.” 

You only whispered, voice heavy and a bit wavering. “I didn’t know any of this...”

Robb laughed, kissing the side of your head. “You weren’t awake for any of it, knowing Jon he probably didn’t want you to think he was only trying to trick you into being impressed.” 

Well, the joke was on Jon you supposed. You spent most of your entire life knowing him impressed with everything of who he was, and even now that feeling had not disappeared in the slightest. You loved Robb, truly and deeply, but another locked away part of your heart was taken all the way North to the wall with Jon and sometimes you just missed the ease of it. 

Jon was more then only someone you loved, he was your best friend. You and Robb both missed him.

The last time you had been at the Twins was a lifetime ago. Ned Stark was still alive, and the war effort had only begun as a fight to save his life. It was the place you all had sent some two thousand men to their graves in order to get the jump on Jaime Lannisters siege on Riverrun. So many victories since that had been easy until there was enough behind Robb’s ledger that suddenly they were too scared to come out of their castles and face him. 

Now Robb approached from the opposite side of the Trident, not as a boy or a lord but as King in the North, and you weren’t just the daughter of Stannis Baratheon anymore. You were Robb Stark’s queen, and the mother to what will be his children fighting for a free and independent North. In too many ways you didn’t feel at all like the person that crossed that bridge the first time. 

Yet you were really. Older, a bit wiser perhaps but the core of you felt the same as you looked to the man next to you. A softness that made you both melt and yet filled you with pride to be able to stand next to him. Edmure Tully however, couldn’t have looked more sullen if he tried. 

On the journey here, he had made more then enough comments, “When you made this deal he said I could choose whatever wife I wanted, now he’s picking for me” Catelyn shared a glance with you that would’ve been endlessly funny if the man didn’t continue on endlessly. “I’ve seen more then enough Freys to know what kind of night I’m getting myself into.”

Shaking her head she lectured her younger brother, “When I first saw Ned I didn’t think much of how he looked too, but we ended up loving each other greatly.” 

When he spared a glance to you, your eyes flickered over to Robb in the distance as an almost childish grin plastered on your face as you tried to hide it by looking down. “I’m afraid I can’t help on this matter.” Cat smirked to herself as Edmure huffed and you sat trying not to feel a bit flustered, for all the things that have happened to and between you, she was happy that it was you by her sons side. 

You made him happy, and he made you happy which despite the horror of the past few years, was the most Catelyn could ask for at that moment. 

Lucky for the lot of you, the rain had let up the day you arrived. A refreshing hint of sun peeking over the clouds and reflecting onto the water. Arriving, Grey Wind growled and made a scene as you and Robb approached the castle. Turning to him as a pair of Frey’s made a greeting, you and Robb tried to quell their worries but he was increasingly agitated. 

Only calming as Robb ran his hand over the direwolf with whispers that had the Freys watch in a fear and mistrust whereas the northerners all worried not. Informing a few of his men to keep Grey Wind in a stable for the night. “Have men keep an eye on him, when he’s worked up like this I’d prefer to let him out hunting,” 

The look in Grey Wind’s eyes as you parted was almost begging like a human but you were with Robb, and that was enough to let him watch you both leave. Not a clue between you and him what had the wolf so worked up.

The men making camp as your way was made inside of the Twins. The main hall was crowded with people, all of which in some way the man at the front’s children or grandchildren. Nearing ninety years old, he still found it in him to have such a young wife and your stomach churned at the thought to ignore how old, or how young, she looked. 

Hair stringy and long as his scowl has seedy and unpleasant as he sat there. Voice was as shaky and scratchy as he looked on top of it all. You stood silent, eyes colder then normal to the man who was giving nothing but an energy you did not feel well in. “Your Grace, my honoured guests. Be welcome within my walls and at my table. I extend to you my hospitality and protection under the light of the Seven.” 

Stepping forward, Robb kept a calm and appreciative tone. “We thank you for your hospitality, my lord. My Uncle and my family are grateful to have one of your daughters join in ours.” 

You looked to the side with a raise of your eyebrows to Edmure, who caught the look and made no expression beyond acknowledgement. Grumbled on the way here, but not anymore. Walder Frey smiled a bit to himself in an odd way. “My girls might not be too grateful, I offered any one of them to you, only for your mother to inform me you’d married a number of months earlier.” 

Robb didn’t glance to you, nor anyone but the Freys but you and Catelyn shared a look. It seemed, some bit of detail had been left out in what she and the lord before you all discussed that day. Arya and Edmure had been the agreement, but it seemed that were it not for you the deal might have extended to Robb. 

“One of them could’ve been your Queen, now none of them are.” 

He did a fine job of not showing it, but you could see in the small tension in his shoulders that Robb wasn’t pleased with such a suggestion. And from the looks of your men around you as well, it was uncomfortable for most of you. “Edmure Tully, why don’t you come see my girls for yourself, you’re the one marrying ‘em anyways.”

A half circle of girls stepped to the front of the hall, all varying in ages and some younger then you felt comfortable knowing was offered for marriage to a grown man. “This is Arwyen, my daughter. My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra,” The younger the group got the more there were. Naming them along as they go, two young girls of twins which Walder Frey had the indecency to comment to Edmure, “You could have had both for all I care.” 

Coming to the last of them was one that you struggled to keep a steady face for, “And here’s my youngest daughter Shirei, though she hasn’t bled yet.” Glancing to Robb with a knowing look that made the pair of you feel uncomfortable, “Clearly you don’t have the patience for all that. Now, let me see the one that had your mother needing to trade you out for your uncle.” 

Robb turned to you with a hesitant look but you stepped forward, keeping the unamused look on your face as he beckoned you closer. “Come closer, still can’t see you.” A few more steps and he had a sickening smirk like he was either toying with you to make you uncomfortable or Robb for pulling his wife so close to him in that manner. 

The man so openly looking you over, and you could feel Robb keeping a tight lid on his more possessive side to keep a peace between them. “Pretty, very pretty. Prettier then this lot that’s for sure. Very shapely as well.” You weren’t sure if you even moved an inch as he looked at you with slime in his eyes. “Oh, you try to hide her under that dress. If you wanted to hide her, you shouldn’t have brought her here in the first place. I can always see what’s going on beneath a dress.” 

When you had first met Theon Greyjoy, he had made some out of line comment to Robb and Jon about showing a “girl like her what a man really is”. You were only fourteen and the boys sixteen, and even then you could still see the hot temper coming out of both of them for saying that. 

Now? You couldn’t see Robb, but you knew without a doubt he was angry beyond belief, but you needed the Freys as an ally and if you stood there and took it, then unfortunately everyone else was just going to have to stand there and watch. 

“I’ve been at this a long time, your grace. I bet even with that baby of yours in there, you take that dress off and every man in here’d get nothing but hot and dumb for it.” He looked at Robb, “When I was your age, I’d have broken fifty oaths to get into that without second thought. Lucky you were married to a thing like her before coming to me.” 

The silence in the room was deafening until finally he clapped his hands together. “Well, I’ve enough room in the hall for you lot. We’ll set up tens outside with food and ale for the rest of your men.” 

Robb’s voice was rough and held back to the point as you stepped back you could see his eyes blazing angry. “Thank you, my lord.” 

Exiting the hall, Robb tugged you roughly to his side as he exhaled harshly. “He’s lucky I need his allegiance or I’d have ended this before he got more then two words out about you.” You turned to him, pausing for a moment as you were all to make your ways to prepare for the wedding. 

Your hands finding his chest as he pulled you closer and covered yours with his bringing them around his neck in your small moment of privacy. “It’s a shame, I find you quite handsome when you’re protective.” 

With a smirk, Robb leaned in to hover his lips over yours. “I think possessive is a bit more accurate, my Queen. You did marry a wolf afterall.” Pressing his lips ever so briefly to yours before pulling you alongside him. 

Just as much as he didn’t let you do much to get yourself ready, you in return did the same. Having Robb stand before you so you could be the one to adjust his formal attire, taking the chance to admire how little you got to see him in this kind of clothing now. The black was soft with textured with subtle ornate patterns draped down his sleeves. His cloak was similar as the length of the fabric was simple in matching darks, but the clasps around the front clicked together with silver coated direwolves that suited him far too well. 

Smoothing your palms down his chest he called your name gently as your mind seemed to trail off for a moment as you looked at the silver. Finding his eyes, he tilted his head in a curious manner. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” 

Truthfully you weren’t sure what. The dream you had the night before you left Riverrun was so far away from your full memory but you kept going back to it trying to find where pieces of that puzzle fit and what it was saying. But as you looked at his eyes, bright and full of an adoration as he looked down to you it was hard to care. 

Shrugging you just ran your palms over his shoulders, “Just admiring you.” 

With a small smile, Robb leaned in to kiss your cheek before whispering close to your ear. “It’s cute how soft you’ve gone for me.” Your eyes raised with a playful protest but he just laughed, pulling you to his side and making his way out to make our way to the others who would be joining in the ceremony. “To all these men, you’re this silent and cold leader always standing harsh and dutifully by her Kings side and then I get you alone, and you’re still just as needy and loving as you were our first night together.” 

Looking down to your feet as you linked your arm around his with a small smile before glancing up to the setting sun of the day on the shining water. “I think I’ve always been that way, it just took you a little longer to notice.” 

For a small moment it was just the two of you, looking over the camp of men that you both found yourself leading and it felt like you were supposed to be here. If not at war, then at least here by Robb’s side. 

The approaching Roose Bolton giving you both a nod, “Your grace.”

Robb reaching his free hand to firmly shake his, “Happy to see you made it through all the rain.” 

“As am I.” Stepping forward, he spoke lowly as to not attract attention of the others around. “If I may, your grace about Lord Karstark, a bold decision to execute the Lord of their House while we are still at war.” Your eyes narrowed at him, something by the flicker of his eyes he certainly noticed. “Bold, but there is little talk of any dissension amongst the remaining lords and if by the buzz in the air is to go by, it was a bold choice that payed off.” 

Roose was always a man pushing for more stern punishment, and while in some way you understood it you also did not agree with what he saw fit as punishment. You found no lie in his eyes as he and Robb looked to the other, and feeling the still relaxed stance of the man next to you? Robb seemed to come to that agreement himself. 

His voice firm, but appreciative. “You’ve always given me good council, my Lord. I haven’t always taken it, but we wouldn’t be where we are standing today if not in part for your skills.” There was a pause in his response as Robb spoke, glancing at you and finding the same truth as you looked at him. 

“It’s always been a pleasure working by your side, but some credit is due to your Queen’s influence as well. I recall saying I looked forward to seeing how you faired in war against your own people and you have not disappointed. Our king is indeed lucky to have you at his side.” 

Catelyn approaching with both Brynden and Edmure in toe, she raised her eyebrows. “Pleasure to see you again, Lord Bolton.” 

The ceremony itself was both familiar in practice but still odd. Certainly as you sat beside Robb you recalled how different your own was. Not shut away in a building with too many rules governing it, but out in the godswood in a quiet ceremony with only spoken words quiet between you, Robb, and whatever the old gods had heard. 

In that quiet, back to the crowd and a life you were not taking with you, you had prayed to them to let you find a real, genuine life and love with your new husband and as he kept his arm around your waist now, your eyes finding the other brightly? The old gods had done more for you then any prayer under the Seven had ever granted. 

As Edmure stood towards the top with the Septon behind him. With lights and fabrics, candles all around and if you recalled far too much talking. The disgruntled look that Edmure was trying so desperately to hide sat still so plainly on his face. You did feel sympathy, his father died and then he was thus dragged to the Twins to marry a girl he’d never seen before and didn’t agree to on his own terms. 

But, it worked for you, so maybe he should try to look a little less grim you thought. 

Walder Frey shambled along the floors with the bride, her face covered by an ivory vale that has Edmure swallowing nervously. The silence was calm and serene to many, but no doubt a curiosity for the man’s own family as what reaction lay in waiting. You saw nothing wrong in the appearances of the Frey Girls presented earlier, but some men were in clearly pickier in appearance then the girls deserved. 

Bringing him up, he gave away her to that of Edmure. The slow reach to uncover the veil and in a smirk forming on both you and Robb, he had found quite the beautiful bride underneath. You and Catelyn shared a raised eyebrow to the other at the boyish grin on her brothers face now, all that complaining and for what? A beautiful bride that had him beaming with joy. 

Robb’s hand pulled you a tad closer, keeping his fingers stretched out to trace lightly over what he could reach of your stomach. Sitting down it was slightly more visible, the growth of your stomach to accomodate the tiny pup inside you. It made you melt at the sight, and it only made Robb more proud each time he saw any difference in it. 

As the Septon spoke, you two only found the other’s eyes. Never did you expect to be here with him, but all you could see was a future you both desperately wanted. Was it a weakness of yours, a wedding with a man you love or was it the baby toying with the fragility of your emotions, but when you felt something choked in your throat, Robb moved so your heads leaned slightly against the other. 

His warmth comforting you as your closeness did for him. 

The reception was more that you felt familiar with. Food and drinks everywhere, and a rowdy crowd that remembered none of the bloodshed outside such walls. With drinks and ale everywhere you and Robb sat together at a table near the front of the lot, being kept luckily on your own for the most part. You smiled at the delight on Edmure’s face face, noting the same kind of looks as Brynden and Catelyn did before the former took off, a nod between you and the Blackfish in your own uniquely bonded amusement. 

It was odd, having a chance to sit in front of this amount of food. For so long now the luxury of a feast was unknown, and not once did neither you or Robb allow your meals to be more exuberant then that of the men fed after. “If my appetite as a boy is to go by, he must be making you ravenous.” 

Both of you sipping at your drinks, Robb having gone from one cup of wine to water thereafter. “It should be, the last time I was in a wedding crowd this big I didn’t eat much either then.” 

Smiling as he leaned back in his seat to look at you, a fondness swirling in his eyes.  “The last time we were at a wedding you were nervous because of what came after, not the crowd itself.” He laughed at how easily flustered you looked as you briefly turned from him. Everything you two had done together and yet all it took to bring out that embarrassment in your cheeks was for him to bring your first night up. 

Had Robb known what was in store for your lives after that night? Well he was grateful he didn’t, if he were to be honest. He cared about you, and being a gentleman the first time he fucked you was difficult enough. No way of knowing how much you of all people could beg and plead for him to use you like a whore, and even now that fact drove him utterly insane.

Pregnancy suited you so well, he thought. This glow women always spoke of didn’t really exist the way they told it, but it did in your eyes. In how much you melted when either you or him had a hand on your stomach, and how easily you two planned for everything after. You both were sure it was a boy, and as he looked you over, Robb couldn’t help but wonder if his father would be proud. 

He’d done things he’s sure he wouldn’t be, but overall? He hoped he would, a wife he adored with a son on the way and aspirations to continue to lead the North with the morals he raised him with. And to be remembered in more then just in their familys crypt, but in the son born of the war raised to rescue that sons grandfather. 

To often he thought of how it wasn’t fair his father couldn’t be here for it. For Robb’s life with you, to see his grandchildren grow up in Winterfell. To not be there to see how much Robb, and you, were honestly fighting for a life for his only remaining brother, one that he deserved. He once told you that he hated that he wasn’t there enough for Jon, and that meant Jon wasn’t here with them now. Wasn’t by his brothers side, by his best friends side too where he belonged, and how Snow or Stark, Robb so passionately wanted to mend that broken bridge. 

He could easily imagine that were Jon in this room now, the man would’ve found an early fill of drink before slinking off to the darkness to find somewhere else to go or a smaller group to spend his night with instead. Or, more accurately if he was being honest with himself, he likely would still sit right beside the two of you now. His brother usually only finding the patience for such feasts when Jon stuck by your side. You were nothing but gentle about how the brothers deserved to be in the other’s life again, but Robb also know it still hurt you to not have him around.

You were better friends then anyone else, and once you two were old enough to be trusted more on your own, either of your spare time was almost always found with the other. Jon never said anything about it, but Robb knew it didn’t just hurt leaving his family behind, he knew leaving his best friend behind hurt just as much. And part of Robb wished you let yourself be honest about it, but you never would. You would never make it about yourself, always ensuring you put them ahead of whatever your own feelings were.

His mother ever insinuating Jon would hurt you or the baby was delusional. You were the mans best friend, the person he was closer with then even any of his siblings. Robb loved his mother, but not the way she refused to give up this hatred of a child that had done nothing to scorn her but exist. She could protest all she wanted, but he would be leaving the North in the only hands who deserved to rule it. 

Glancing to you, he also knew how Jon would’ve made fun of him for how lovestruck Robb knew he was looking at you with. Leaning forward he sat closer to you, “To think in another life it might’ve been me up there.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him with play before nodding up to the happy couple, “What? Being fed blackberries from Roslin Frey’s hands as I sit down here and watch all on my lonesome?” He laughed easily at the idea which only made you narrow your eyes even more playfully. 

“Any man would be lucky to have you, but maybe I should have reconsidered. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you feed a wolf like that who wasn’t Grey Wind.” He could see you were moving to playfully shove at him, only he raised his hand far faster and stronger. Moving his face in to sit close enough to yours that his breath could be felt on your skin. Voice hardly a rough whisper with a darker look in his eyes and a wolfish smirk on his lips. “Striking your King is an act of treason.” 

In a surprise to him, you pulled your arm back with his hold still on you to press a short kiss to his lips before smiling against them. “And what is to be my punishment, my strong, handsome King?”

Robb gave you a kiss of his own before letting you go, “You’ll receive it as soon as your king gets you alone and naked in his bed.” Both chuckling as he let his arm drape across the back of your chair and run along your arm. 

Walder Frey up at the house table gaining the rooms attention with a short banging on the tables before shouting with an amusement in his tone. “The septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said, and Lord Edmure has wrapped by daughter in a cloak. But they are not yet man and wife. The sword needs a sheath.” 

Robb moved back around your waist as you leaned fully into him to hide your laughter that the other guests so freely gave. Now this was something he didn’t allow you to have, and had no regrets for, but Edmure and Roslin Frey were not you. Walder looked to him, “A wedding needs a bedding, what does my sire say?” 

He looked to you, your eyes raised up briefly with a smirk before Robb looked to Walder Frey with a smirk of his own. “If you think the time is right, Lord Walder, by all means, let us bed them.” 

Cheering and music roared, as did the laughter as men and women alike rounded to the couple. The Frey girls clearly having an exuberant amount of fun as Edmure played along with ease. He was a bit of a trouble, and not the leader that his uncle was, but Robb was happy to see such fun on his face. After losing his father, a feeling he knew all too well, he deserved this. 

Robb stood next to you as all gathered to watch the event, Roose Bolton beside his mother as they spoke no doubt of the very subject. The air in the room finally simmering as the doors closed behind the couple now leaving. The band standing by the sides in the back begun playing a stringed music that gave a new air to the reception. 

Turning to you with a hand freely running across your stomach, you two looked to the other for a moment before Walder Frey’s voice caught his attention. “Your grace,” You gently nudged Robb forward to see Lord Frey where he stood. “I feel I’ve been remiss in my duties. I’ve given you meat and wine and music, but I haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. Afterall, my King is long overdue a wedding gift for he and his Queen.” 

Robb’s back was turned to you, as yours was to the crowd behind you. Doors locked, and the music had stopped, their instruments no longer in their hands but something else. Only if wasn’t either that was what none saw coming. Catelyn yelled Robb’s name, and yet just as he turned it was what greeting him that shocked. 

None noticing until it was too late, having moved to stand behind you, Roose Bolton suddenly grabbed you with one strong arm, and the other reached around, plunging a dagger into your stomach. Once, twice, three times in the same spot each time digging deeper and twisting until it pulled out soaked in blood as it dripped from you. 

Robb barley managing to find the words to say your name, but you paled. Stumbling in place as you looked down and back up to him, your face wasn’t even in pain, only an almost innocent confusion. Robb’s heart shattering in a horror he had not ever felt watching as you looked to him to explain what just happened before the chaos around erupted. 

The musicians having shown their true skill and crossbows brandished, arrows shot out. You collapsing to your knees before trying to grab a knife only to have an arrow shot clean through your upper arm and one to your back.

Robb though, as soon as he moved to you, found the arrows slamming right into him. The chest, and arms, many pricked at him as such force threw him down as the hall was shot all the same. Freys all around brandishing their own knives and moving to murder the men which weren’t picked off. 

The pain meaning nothing to him as Robb’s eyes found you, laying on the ground to the side as you were so pale and covered in red from your wounds drenching you in blood. Trying to move, you looked up to him with a pain trying to reach to him as Robb could barley find his way to you without being hit more. 

Your face drenching in a lifelessness that only intensified the more you bled, and Robb could feel it in himself as his muscles screamed. Managing to crawl his way to you, but his hand found your side he lifted it up to see that same hand utterly soaking in your blood.

Your eyes looking at the other desperately, as he ran his other hand over the side of your face as your breathing came out in pants increasing in hysterics as you tried to hold on for him. The bloodshed and screaming begun to fade only as his own men were taken down. You looked to him, trying to tell him to run but Robb too could see the blood in your mouth making the words choke as tears found both your eyes in an agony that surpassed any wound on either of you. 

Robb trying to find any strength to stand, in a rage at what they had done to his wife, his son and yet you lay there begging for him to go on as if you hadn’t promised to always be together. The words sounded almost far way in his head as Lord Frey spoke.

“The King in the North arises.” Only as he found any strength to stand as if he had any plan beyond the rage in his mind, Catelyn leaped forward with a blade, yanking Walder Frey’s young wife out from her hiding spot, bringing her back up to her chest and holding a knife viciously to her throat.

“Lord Walder, enough. Let it end, please.” Her voice was ragged from a yell he’d never heard from her but Robb looked to you, your body barley able to move as you looked to him like you could find no other thing keeping you alive but him. “He is my son, my first son. Let him go and I swear we will forget this, I swear it by the old gods and the new.” 

No, Robb thought, something fading inside him as he bled out and he could only see how little you had left in you, maybe minutes, more likely seconds. He had stood to fight, but how could he? You were his wife, his Queen, the love of his life you had only ever stood by his side. You fought in battle by his side, and he was supposed to go on without you? Without the son he could see now in your arms in Winterfell? 

His mother pleaded for him to run, to walk out but he found himself unable to. He promised he’d never leave you, you would always be together and what life waited for him without you in it? “On my honour as a Tully, on my honour as Stark, let him go or I will cut your wife’s throat.” 

The callousness of Lord Frey to his wife, as Robb stood barley holding together as his own lay bleeding on the floor and his life shattering before his eyes. “I’ll find another.” 

As if asking her to leave, but without the strength of words, Robb got out a weak, “Mother,” only it meant nothing. The man who plunged a dagger into your stomach came to him and Robb found no fight left. Roose Bolton in front of him with the blood of you and your son still dripping from it found it’s way into Robb’s chest as he spoke one last thing to his king. 

“Jaime Lannister sends his regards.” 

Robb felt himself fall back, quickly he felt the fading he found in you. For seconds, he found the strength to find your eyes as he faded, his fingers trying to reach to yours barley in front of you trying to do the same. In an instant as Robb watched you, you looked at him with a desperate love and agony until they glazed over. 

Looking through him as everything in your body stilled, and no more was there any life left in you. It wasn’t more then a few seconds, did Robb feel the heavy call of his own. 

You were the one true love of Robb Stark’s life, and he found little feeling in his heart but some peace as he watched your lifeless eyes in the last seconds of his own life. He would follow you, and together you would find each other in what lies beyond the veil. 

Somewhere in his fading mind, he heard the desperate cry of his mother before none at all. And then no life was found in the hall. None in Catelyn, none in the lifeless stomach where a son was growing, and none in either the King and Queen in the North. 

In minutes, Robb had lost everything, lost his people, the North, his son, and most painfully of all, had lost you, before he too lost himself. 

Ser Davos Seaworth walked the halls of Dragonstone, even as far as he had come, he could still hear her cries. The Princess was unlike anything he had seen before in her, and it broke his heart all over again as he had not the strength to keep it from her. 

She sat with him often now as he read the ravens sent to King Stannis Baratheon. She would help with the harder words, and he would often smirk telling her she better be a good secret keeper. He had paused reading one particular raven scroll, she looked up with her bright eyes, “Onion Knight?” Oh the sweet girl, the only one who was not himself that called him that in admiration and not jest. “What is it, you’ve been doing so well it can’t be that difficult of a word-” 

Shireen had stood to come to his side, but he held a hand out to stop her. Unable to keep the shocking horror at bay that sat over his face. He hadn’t waited to let her mother or father tell her. He knew it was not his place, but the way she fell into his arms like Davos was in fact her father, brought the tears to his own. 

Walking to Stannis now, the last time he had seen you was on his mind. You looked right at the Stark’s side, like you had become the wolf you married and now none of it mattered. Finding Stannis standing at the edge of the room of the painted table, his hands perched on the edge of the stone wall over the sea as it stormed outside like the gods were crying for you too. 

In the room was her, the red woman. His eyes trying not to find her but she in a surprise to him, looked as if she too did not grasp what had happened. Stannis’s voice was full of pain and anger, not obvious to many from his tone, but Davos knew him well enough to see the turmoil now haunting the King. “You told me, she would come to my side. You told me my daughter would come to me, the Stark boy too. You saw it.” 

Davos had no sympathy for the words she spoke that day, just a taunt of a life now that you and your husband would never have. Even worse, your death was the first time any on Dragonstone had heard you were with child, a son. For all the words and war raged around Robb Stark being a usurper, there now was a darkness over the already dim island that was felt by all. 

Selyse had went to Shireen. She would find no comfort in her husband, but Davos found some in that he had left mother and daughter to cry together. He knew what losing a child felt like all to freshly. It wasn’t anything any parent deserved to feel, and as the little princesses cries sounded still in Davos’s head, he hoped the King would find reason this time. He would make him. 

He told him to accept Robb Stark’s terms, and he would find an ally in the North but his King had not been in the right mind to accept it. He hoped now, that Stannis understood what could have never happened. 

“My King-” 

“No.” Stannis barley turning his body to look at her before finding the sea once more. “She was my daughter. She didn’t deserve this, any of this. I raised her to do her duty and she found that duty in standing by her husbands side and I let that get her killed. My grandchild killed. Where is the answer in your god’s flames now?” 

Still, she insisted. “The Lord of Light still shows me the same, her and her wolf both-” 

“Her and her wolf are dead.” 

Davos took charge by making himself known. “Your grace, there is a raven you should see. It’s....I think is is urgent you read it. It comes from Castle Black. The Night’s Watch pleads for help.” 

Jon had dreamt of nothing but that sight, and he didn’t understand what he was watching until he finally woke from the delirious sleep being shot with arrows put him in. He had seen you on the ground, your stomach soaking in blood until there was nothing left in your eyes, but it never let him see more, never gave him an answer. Until he woke, and Sam came to him with news.

Standing by the window Jon could hardly tell what on earth he was feeling. For so long his life had been a fight against him to realize that the true threat lay beyond what the Night’s Watch and Free Folk spent their years killing each other over. That something else was coming, and neither side of the Wall took it seriously, neither side was willing to put things aside to fight it. 

But then he woke, and Sam told him of you, of Robb. Wincing through the pain as he put his undershirt on, Jon looked distantly out the window to nothing but his own memories of his brother. “I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that.” Putting his final leathers on top he could almost smile seeing the boys they one were. “He was better then me at everything. Fighting, and hunting, and riding and girls. Gods the girls loved him..eventually even my girl.” 

Sam knew, he had been told of you probably with more honesty then Jon had ever spoken of you in his entire life. He was allowed to be honest, and of how painful it was to know you finally found a life and love in the brother who already had everything Jon wanted. 

“I wanted to hate him, but I never could.” 

It wasn’t a nightmare in his dreams, it was you. The last he would ever see or know of you, as the haunting vision of you laying on the ground bleeding out with a horror in your eyes that Jon couldn’t protect you from. He couldn’t protect you from any of it, and he was angry for ever being foolish enough to pretend as if Ygritte was anything like you. 

You never forced Jon into anything, only ever showing a love and support that only he found in your eyes no matter what he did or said. Jon had you laid out bare for him on his own bed, and the second he hesitated, you assured him with soft and gentle words, asking if he was alright. 

Only minutes later, before he was even fully undressed, it was your turn to hesitate, but even in your panic, worrying you had ruined things, you still looked back up at him. Assuring him it wasn’t his fault you weren’t ready. The moment he told you he wasn’t sure he was either, you told him that if he’s willing to wait for you, you wanted to wait for him. Instead he gave himself to her, because it was that or death and he managed to trick himself into thinking it was love.

But a love for her didn’t feel like it did losing you. His family gone, his brother, his closest companion was gone without ever knowing how much Jon wished to fight by his side. And he had lost the only woman he ever loved, ever wanted to love. 

He had lied to himself enough. The only space in his heart before, now and forever will be for you. Even if his last memory of you was a vision soaked in blood hundreds of miles out of his protection. 

Sam asked him quietly if he was okay. “No. I’m not okay.”

Jon knew there was a bigger war to fight now, and he was forced to do it without the people in his life that meant the most to him. For a second, Jon could see your stomach not in blood, but pregnant and he shook the thoughts away from him. He couldn’t think of you pregnant, and dying so viciously as you lost it, Robb, and you all together. 

He knew you had seen something, these visions in his head showing you and only once did those visions coincide as you saw each other. And it was that which made Jon push it down. Only an anger left simmering in him, the thought that you died, thinking Jon no longer loved you. 

Jon knew he would never be okay ever again. 

Somewhere in the halls of the dead, a dead pulse flushed to life. Eyes open and lifeless, on their own movements, in that very second, slid closed. 

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