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Pulling her massive amount of hair into a bun, Myranda pushed a long silver pin through the center, to keep it in place. Even though she had just risen, her body was tired, not use to all the work her new position required. At home, she often lounged and sewed, never to seen or heard. 'That was what makes a proper lady,' her father would say. Despite that, sometimes Ramsey would allow her to practice with a sword. Though Myranda was sure the only reason her half brother armed her was so he could strike her, without receiving Father's wrath.

Either way, resentment was also present in their relationship, brother and father both. Myranda hated her father for sending her away from her home, even if another part of her was relieved from being away from Ramsey. It should have been him who was sent away. He was the bastard, but the most treasured because he was a man, despite the fact that she was his true first born heir.

Grabbing a letter off of her dressing table, she finally broke her father's seal. It had arrived two days ago, but she didn't have the desire to read whatever plan Roose had imagined in his head. One of those plans had sent her to Winterfell, one she didn't want to be apart of.

Sighing, Myranda sat down on her bed and unfolded the cold, thin paper. Normally his letters were long, but the scroll was only half filled with his large, harsh handwriting.

My Dearest Daughter,

Your progress seems to have halted and the southern harlet is still in power. Our family will not take this slight. You must take our position in Winterfell, by force if necessary. Allies to our cause are waiting for word that the task is close to completion. So, you must not lose sight of your mission.

Our Blades are Sharp

Balling it up, Myranda tossed it into the fire. She had no intention of completing her mission here. Daeryssa was a wonderful lady and had made her feel right at home. It was obvious that Robb loved her. He was far too….simple for Myranda. Sure he was handsome, but it would never happen between the two of them, and she was happy about that. Becoming the Lady of Winterfell wasn't in her future, and her father would have to survive her betrayal.

Just as the paper started to burn away, Myranda heard her name called from down the hall. Fixing her skirt, she got up and made her way down to her mistress's chambers. The lady seemed to be in good spirits, despite her current containment.

Locked away in her room, Daeryssa's only company were her babies, who slept most of the day, and her ladies. Robb would leave early in the morning, and return just before midday. He still refused to tell her what was happening, assuring her that he was trying to keep his family safe. Watching him with her children, she couldn't help but notice a change in him. When they got married, he was so carefree, but now there was a maturity to his eyes.

As Myranda entered the room, she could feel the tension. Trying to ignore it, she bowed to them. "You called for me?"

Tearing her eyes from her husband, Daeryssa smiled half heartedly. "Edwyn is getting a small rash on his back. Could you ask Maester Luwin if he has something that will help with the discomfort?"

"Of course my lady." Myranda bowed once more before leaving.

"Go with her Tali," Daeryssa looked back at Robb. Dropping the blanket onto the unmade bed, Tali nodded before following after, worried about her.

Getting up, Daeryssa moved over toward Robb. Watching him, she couldn't help but want to throttle him. All she wanted to know what was going on. "Have I done something wrong?"

Confused, Robb looked away from Maeryn to his wife. "Of course not! What would make you think that?"

"I feel like you aren't being honest with me as you once were. The duties your father gave you have made you secretive and distant."

Robb wasn't sure how to take that. With everything that he had learned through his duties, he couldn't possibly tell her everything. He was fairly certain that his mother didn't even know everything. There were things that he had to protect her from and they would only scare her.

Sighing, he grabbed her hand with one hand and touched her face with the other. "I am not trying to be distant, so I apologize." Robb paused for a moment to find the right words. "There are things that I won't be able to tell you. It isn't because I don't trust you. I am doing it to protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me from the truth!" Daeryssa moved her head, so his hand fell from her face. "I just want you to be honest with me."

Shaking his head, Robb peered down at his daughter. Maybe she was right. After all, his father had always had always told his mother everything, especially something that was so important. "The truth is not what I am protecting you from. Three nights ago, a guard was patrolling the woods and he found a body."

Stopping, Daeryssa looked up at him. "Was it….an accident?"

"No, he was shot with an arrow," Robb told her. "Your arrow."

It hit her then. He must had been talking about the Wildling Daeryssa had killed in the woods, before she had given birth.

"It had become weathered, but there was one thing the thing the guard did notice," Robb was hesitant to say what happened next. "There were signs of greyscale."

"Grey….."Daeryssa was glad she was sitting down when he told her. Shock smacked her into her like violent waves. "We aren't sick! None of us are."

"As a precaution, we are burning everything that may have come in contact with him," Robb looked between his son and daughter. "Maester Luwin said that we should wait another week to be safe. If there are any signs, he wants to see them immediately."

Fear replaced shock in Daeryssa's heart. What if one of her children contracted the disease? What if Robb or one of her ladies had it? It would be her fault, They were on their way back from Howl's Den when they were attacked. If she had been able to go further, it may never have happened. Not being able to look at him, Daeryssa knotted her hands together and stared at that. She had accused him of not being honest, when she could have killed them all.

"It is possible that no one was infected!" Robb tried to comfort her. Wrapping an arm around her, Daeryssa put her head on his shoulder.

It's also possible that one of our children were infected," Daeryssa said into his shoulder. She felt Robb stiffen at the thought. "He was so close when I finally released my arrow."

That thought made his blood run cold. Daeryssa could have been exposed to greyscale! Robb didn't know if he could stand to be without her. They had only been married for a year, but he wasn't sure if he could face the rest of his years without her.

"That isn't going to happen," Robb promised her. "We will all survive the hysteria and life will continue."

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Blurry lights hurt Alia's eyes when she tried to open them. Her whole body hurt, almost like it had been ripped apart. Groaning, she tried to move, but movement hurt too much.

A cool cloth was brought to her head, but it did nothing to help Alia's head. it felt like she had slept forever and her body as rebelling now. No matter how much she blinked, the world refused to become focused. All she could do was lay there. Then a sweet, feminine voice broke through the silence. "Are you finally awake?"

Pain racked her entire body. Alia had the overwhelming need to relieve herself, but she couldn't very well get up and run to the chamber pot. What was going on? Was her child alright? "You need to wake up," Came that sweet voice again. "This child must be brought into this world."

Was her child really ready to be born? It seemed too soon. She needed Jon with her and the baby. All Alia wanted at this moment was to be back in Winterfell, sharing this moment with him.

Finally, air filled Alia's lungs and all she could do was let out a scream. Now that she was coming out of her fog, the pain seemed to be getting worse. Her lower body felt like it was on fire. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced.

A firm hand reached behind her to help prop Alia up. It almost helped to be sitting up. As the need to push became greater, the pain seemed to dull. The only problem was that she wasn't sure if she had the energy to push.

"You have to push!" It was a different woman's voice. "It's time."

Weakly, Alia tried to bare down. It was a lot harder than she thought it would be, but her eyes were still blurry and her body weak. After a few seconds, she collapsed back into the pillows. Her breathing was uneven and the pain was returning.

Shaking her head, Alia wasn't sure if she could do this. She wasn't sure if she was would survive this. All that mattered was Jon's baby was brought into this world. Then another thought hit her. Who would care for the baby if she was gone? Jon wouldn't know that it had been born. Janyce was busy trying to climber the political ladder and being a revolutionary for women. Anne...Alia wouldn't trust her with a bean sprout.

Spurring all the energy she had left, Alia bared down hard. Over her whimpers and loud groans, she could hear a woman say, "That's it! Another good push and this baby will be here!"

Breathing hard, Alia fell backwards to the bed as her vision started to go black again. The feeling of sleep became overwhelming, but she fought it. Her baby had to be born. Nothing else mattered. In her mind she fell into a pool of darkness. Eyes closing, she hoped this wasn't the last thing she ever experience.

A/N: YAY! We reached 100! OMG! It's amazing thank you! Now, I got another review (probably the same person) about declawing my cat. Please see a few chapters ago when I explained it. I would hate to have to turn off the guest reviews because someone can't message me. Now I got a very helpful review. I honestly never noticed I was spelling his name wrong. I am planning to go back through and fixing it in the near future, soo thank you for that! Review and I will post again!