Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Thirty-Three: Going into Labour

"Ooh," Sanira gasped clutching her stomach, she opened and closed her mouth for a moment trying to wrap her head around the fact that this was actually happening; the craps had surprised her as she held onto her bump. 

Ser Rodrick was a little ahead of her preparing for another evening of traveling, he was sure that they would find the Stark camp soon and he doubted that it would be much longer before Sanira and Robb were reunited. 

Rickon looked up from what he was doing at the sound that his good-sister made, he tilted his head curious as to why she had made it; he got up from the log that he had sat on and moved towards her. 

"San?" Rickon asked curiously, he was counting down the days until the baby was born and he did hope that they would see Robb before that happened. 

They had been on the road for weeks now and Rickon had done his best to be brave like his brother would want him to be; he missed his family and Sanira was all that he had left right now. 

There was no sign of Bran joining them and Rickon had no idea what had happened to him after they had left Winterfell; Maester Luwin had promised to help him escape and he hoped that it had worked. 

"Baby is just kicking very hard," Sanira said reassuring the seven-year-old, he didn't need to know that she was actually going into labour at that moment. 

The last thing that Sanira wanted was to scar him for life, she couldn't imagine how much longer they had to travel and her pains weren't that regular enough to cause them any real worry at that moment. 

"We need to keep moving, Your Grace," Ser Rodrick insisted wanting to keep moving, he was sure that they could travel a bit longer before they needed to set up camp for the night. 

It had been a long trip and Ser Rodrick wished that there was some sign that they were getting closer to the Northern camp.

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"We've sent a dozen ravens, none have returned," Roose Bolton said sitting across from his King while they talked in his tent, things just seemed to be getting worse for the army since Catelyn had let Jaime Lannister go. 

The tension that filled the tent was just a piece of what the last few days had been like since Catelyn had been imprisoned in her tent; she had been kept there and they were no closer to finding Jaime Lannister. 

"My bastard is a couple of days from Winterfell, once he captures the castle..." Roose stated knowing that soon there would be no escaping for Theon when Ramsey reached the capital and he was sure that his son would have some plans on keeping him out of trouble until he was handed over. 

Robb took a deep breath, the last thing that he wanted was for Bran and Rickon to suffer the same fate of his wife; he couldn't help but wonder if Sanira had been buried in the crypts with others who had passed before her in his family. 

There had been no sign of outrage from House Tremaine and Robb was starting to wonder what was going on in Aeredale; he had been sure that Lord Rolan would have something to say about his only daughter's murder. 

"Theon has my brothers... if we so much as storm the castle," Robb murmured shaking his head, he didn't even want to think about what could go wrong next; he felt like this entire war was slowly starting to turn on him. 

Walder Frey seemed even more determined to have Robb marry one of his daughters and it was starting to get under Robb's skin; he had no intentions of replacing Sanira anytime soon. 

He wanted to deal with this war before he focused on anything else, they had to secure independence first and then he would even consider creating an heir to his throne.