From Winter To Summer and Winter Again 3

Part 3

The sun barely peaked against the horizon. Its fresh light delicately cascaded against the Northern hills. The shine glistened on the swords and armor of the twelve thousand men that willingly followed Robb and Rhaenyra Stark south. Rhaneyra smiled as she adjusted the sling her son happily slept in. She tightened her legs around her horse to quicken its trots. The bounces of the horse seemed to soothe her child. She giggled at the thought. Rhaenyra's hand rested against Henry's head, the other gripping the reigns of her horse. She quickly looked down to the sleeping baby. He ignored the loud chatter and horses' trots around him.

Her hand pulled the reigns back as a familiar voice shouted, "Rhaenyra!" She rolled her eyes as the horse stopped.

"Yes," Rhaenyra turned to greet her father. His blue eyes bore into hers as he slowly reached her side.

"You brought both of your sons?"

"Yes."

"You think it wise to have brought both of the heirs to Winterfell and the Dreadfort? Out into a war camp where an assassin can easily kill you as well as them."

Rhaenyra moved her horse forward, her father followed. "It is nice to know you care about me as well." Her father smiled.

"Of course, the Bolton legacy rests on your shoulders and the baby at your breast. Domeric carries on the Starks'." Rhaenyra quickly glanced to him, her hand tightened around Henry as she did.

"If we die, the Boltons die," her father nodded. "You're frightened by the thought of it."

"There is still Ramsay."

"A Snow."

"He has my blood," Rhaenyra laughed.

"But not your name and the thought of him carrying the line tortures you, father."

Roose sighed, his hands tightened on the reins of his horse. "It does. I hate your husband for having you, and the children, here. What was his rationale? He needs you? The emotional support, the loyalty of his Lady wife?" Rhaenyra continued to look forward, ignoring his words. "Piss. His selfishness will be the death of my house."

Rhaenyra pushed her horse forward, ignoring the words of her father as she began to search for her husband amongst the hoard. She found him at the helm, laughing with Domeric on their shared horse. She trotted beside them to join their brief moment of happiness.

It had been early afternoon when the army had reached the Neck. Twelve thousand men marched behind Lord and Lady Stark, trusting their reasoning for battle. Rhaenyra had never felt so honored until she had countless swords behind her, ready to kill for her house. She felt protected, even as she stood alone amongst them bouncing her son against her hip. Her violet eyes scanned over their faces as they set the camp around her.

Rhaenyra caught sight of her maid, whispering to a Karstark soldier and blushed as he took her hand. She shook her head and began to regret bringing her. Attempting to ignore the sight, she began to walk to her family's tent. She quickly walked between the opening, ignoring Theon who weakly attempted to greet her at his post.

Rhaenyra passed the desk by the entry, gently grazing it as she looked to the bed. She sat against the edge as she heard Robb gently speaking to Domeric. She repositioned Henry, eyes turning to the bed.

"I want to go home," Domeric softly said.

"We just left moments ago and you already wish to go back."Robb laughed, his hand reaching to flatten his son's curls.

Rhaenyra sighed as Domeric pushed his hand away. "Yes, I don't want to camp."

"The camp is our home. Just for a bit." She heard the sadness in Robb's voice and went to sit beside him.