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Lyarra:
“No, absolutely not.” Robb seethed out staring daggers into his mother.
“It was the only way.” His mother responded but Lyarra knew Robb would see right through that. His mother had been trying to get rid of her for years. She would have jumped at any opportunity to get rid of her.
“I don’t believe you. You cannot speak for Lyarra. You have no authority over her. Not anymore you can only speak for Sansa and Arya you can’t even speak for me. You will go back. You will tell them Lyarra will not marry a Frey.” He spoke angrily.
“I will not.” His mother responded growing red.
“Mother, Ill not have it. I am the Lord of Winterfell. The Frey’s can have Arya if we ever get her back but not Lyarra. Do you understand?” He asked his mother and Lyarra felt sorry for the woman.
“You cannot go back on your word.” His mother stated pointedly.
“What word? I never stated she would marry a Frey and you have no authority to accept an offer. Arya will marry a Frey and offer them Bran, ill give him a keep in the north. But they won’t have Lyarra.” Robb growled out.
“You can’t be serious. Bran is worth more than a bastard!” His mother gasps out.
“Lyarra is my sister. Ill not give two away to the Frey’s.” Robb responds and Lyarra watches his jaw clench.
“I, Robb don’t do this.” His mother cries.
“Either you tell them or I send someone else.” Robb seethes and Lyarra watches as Catelyn Stark walks from the room glaring hotly in her direction. She slides to Robb’s side after his mother leaves. His head is in his hands and she thinks he might be crying. She places her hand on his shoulder soothing him.
“You shouldn’t have done that. I would have married the Frey.” She speaks and his head shoots up his eyes narrowing at her.
“You deserve better than a Frey.” Robb speaks tracing a thumb across her jaw. She stares at her hands for a moment before she replies.
“You plan to give me to Theon then?” She asks and Robb glares at her. She knows Theon has been asking. He has always been asking, her, her father, Robb. He's been after her even since she flowered at two and ten.
“I said you deserved better Lyarra.” He replies with a huff pushing away from her and pacing across the room.
“And Arya does not?” Lyarra asks angry.
“Don’t start little sister.” Robb sighs out running a hand across his face.
“She won’t marry whoever they choose you know.” Lyarra states and he sighs.
“I know.” He replies sadly.
His voice is so sad so tired that she can’t help but go to him. She nuzzles herself into his arms and listens to him sigh as he wraps them around her his head leaning to sit on her own. His fingers pull through her hair. It sooths him she knows. It has since they were children. Why she doesn’t know. He pulls her close to him his body hard against hers.
“I need you close Lyarra.” He tells her then and she nods.
She understands she really does. Robb and her have always done everything together. They have never been without each other. She wouldn’t know what to do without him next to her. The thought was almost unbearable. She stays in his arms for what seems like hours. Too soon she is forced to part from him. Lord Manderly coming again to speak to him. He wanted her brother to marry his granddaughter. It was almost comical. Her brother would not marry. She shook her head and smiled back at Robb as the lord entered the room and she exited. Ghost and Dacy were waiting for her outside Robbs tent.
“Dacey.” Lyarra commented with a smile. Dacey had been chosen to help keep Lyarra safe within the camp. He didn’t trust the men around her and while he knew she could take care of herself he still worried. Her brother worried too much about her and it had only seemed to get worse and worse lately. From getting her a guard to moving her tent to be right next to his. He demanded she was in every council meeting and she dine with him every night no matter who else was there she always sat to his right. She was never far from him and while she loved her brother more than anything. She thought perhaps it had gotten to be a bit much.