The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

34 - The Secrets We Keep

Making my way down thick stone steps I could see one of my family's ships and the Velaryon flag blowing in the heavy breeze.  The boat creaked some when I stepped up onto the main deck.   Crew members who were in charge of managing the stability of the entire ship glanced in my direction briefly but didn't bow until my father's voice cut across the deck.  "Address your Queen properly or I'll throw you lot overboard." Not even a second later the crew members dropped down on one knee and bowing their heads.

I nodded my head keeping my gaze focused on my father who came down the small steps that led up to the ship's wheel till he reached me.  "That truly isn't necessary, father."

"It is, dear daughter.  I have declared our banner to be loyal to your husband and these men are loyal to me.  They should respect you properly." He explained back to me.  My father was dressed in a sea green and dark clothing and his hair was pulled back barely with a hair pin.

Resting one hand over my swollen belly I shifted my gaze over to the captain quarters door.  "Father, could we speak privately about something?"

"Yes, come, come." He nodded leading me to the door, opening it so I could go inside first.  Stepping over the threshold we entered the room and he closed the door when he stepped inside.  "What do you wish to discuss with me?"

Pulling out a chair from the table I sat down resting my elbows on the tiny wooden table.  "Let's start with good news first.  I am pregnant with Robb's child once again."

"That's such joyful news.  Hopefully this one can truly be born." A smile grew across my father's face.

I softly nodded my head in agreement with him making a vow to myself to never bring up the fact that the first baby was of Lannister lion blood.  "The other thing I wished to speak with you about has to do with this nasty war.  Chezney is off negotiating with Renly Baratheon and I am here feeling almost useless just waiting for something to happen."

"What are you asking of me, Haelesa?" My father finally asked bluntly into the air, sensing that I wasn't telling him what I really wanted from him.

Lowering my gaze to my hands on the table I sucked in a breath.  "I need to send some letters to someone in particular and you have to promise me you won't freak out when I tell you who they are going to."

"Who are you writing letters to?" My father asked slowly, tapping his fingers on the back of the chair he stood behind rather then sit down with me.

I paused before his name slipped past my lips.  "Tyrion."

"The dwarf Lannister.  Why would you write to our enemy?" His eyes went bug and he stomped over to me grabbing onto the armrests of my chair.

Leaning my back further against the wooden chair I gulped trying to not panic at how angry he seemed.  "Chezney has been writing to him.  She - she's fallen for him.  I don't see her a traitor, father.  Tyrion cares for her too and he needs to know that nothing bad has happened to her given the fact that she hasn't wrote him for some time."

"How many others know about this secret Romeo and Juliet scandal?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response.  "It's just me..and now you.  They've been very careful to not mess up and tell Robb, or Cersei and especially Tywin." My father takes a step backwards running a hand down his face.  I slid down in my chair lower just wanting all these secrets and battles to be over.

Tyrion's pov

I was sitting in my chair in the small council room reading over the Master of Coin book until I heard the door creak opened and shut.  Turning slightly in my chair I saw my father coming over to me glaring even after he took his seat at the other end of the table.  "I have given you one job and you have yet to put a child in Sansa Stark.  I demand to know why you haven't performed."