There was no child. No child alive at least. I had given birth to two boys and a girl all small and stillborn. I laid on the bed motionless I didn't know what to say, what to do, what to think.

"I'm so sorry Kithara. "Robb brushed a piece of lose hair out of my fave as he sat on the bed next to me.

"They're gone....my little Starks. "I said quietly.

Robb put his hand on my shoulder. "We can try again, you can have your little Starks. "

I brushed his hand off my arm. "No, I don't want to. It's all their fault. "By their I meant Roose Bolton, Walder Frey and Joffery Lannister.

"Kithara I'll do anything you ask to make you feel better." Robb sighed.

I fell silent. "Kill them, make them suffer like I did. Like you did."I turned to Robb.

"I will when I can but I can't right now, you know we aren't in a good position for war right now. "

I sniffed and tears fell from my cheeks. "I wanted my children. "I pushed my face
into a pillow and Robb stroked my arm as I cried.

Robb silently laid next to me and we both fell asleep clutching each other.

We awoke to the sun shining on our faces through the window. I heard a man's voice, wait several men. I could hear the clang of armor and weapons. Something was wrong.

I jumped up. "Robb!?" My stomach was sore but I tried to ignore the pain.

"Mm?" Robb lifted his head slightly his eyes peering open at me

I saw shadows of people outside the window. "Something's the matter."

"Huh?" Robb sat up and jumped out of the bed. Robb looked carefully out of a window and his eyes widened. "Bolton soldiers!" He whispered to me.

"The Boltons?" I questioned.

"Where are they? We know they're here!" I heard the soldiers yelling outside.

"I'm I'm sorry Ser but o don't know what your-" I heard the sound of someone being punched