A/N: Oh God here it is!

Before anyone gets disappointed this epilogue just focus' on Robb and Elissa and their family - just a tiny little snippet of their lives years into the future.

The fic started with them so I only felt it right it end with them - come up with your own endings for the rest of them ;)

Just want to say a massive thank you to anyone who followed, added this as a favourite, reviewed or even just quietly read. I really hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As for me, now I am putting most of my focus on Lionheart which already has some chapters posted up - check it out if you fancy!

Also, I am in the planning stages for a massively AU take on GoT events, in which I will be focusing on many families of Westeros (not just the Stark's although naturally they will appear!) and I'm thinking it will be my most ambitious story yet. As I say, it's in planning stages but I hope to write the prologue and a few chapters soon with the view to publishing sometime next month. Not 100% set on a title yet but keep an eye out if you so please!

Anyway, I will let you go on and read the epilogue now with a final thanks to guest Anne, glad you liked the last one and hope you enjoy this one too!

Here it is then, one last review for old times sake?

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Epilogue: Heir to the North

"Lissy!"

Robb turned at the slightly panicked shout and was unsurprised to see his three year old granddaughter tearing down the hallway, a determined look in her eye as her pale blonde hair fanned out behind her. He was slightly worried that at the speed she was going she might trip over her skirts so he stepped further towards her and gathered her shrieking with laughter into his arms.

"Elisabeth Stark!" Torrhen's voice sounded then and he looked up to see his son pounding down the hallway and he fought the urge to laugh as Elisabeth buried her head in the crook of his neck, giggling lightly as she did so.

"I can see you, you know?" Torrhen said then and she giggled even more loudly, causing him to sigh.

"How long did you let her out of your sight for?" Robb asked him with a grin.

"About three seconds," he answered.

"You were the same," Robb told him with a raised brow.

"Yes, mother is constantly reminding me of that," Torrhen said, "Lissy come now … back to the nursery, we can't leave Lyla"

"Have you had any news?" Robb asked him then as he shifted Elisabeth into his arms.

"Still waiting," he answered him and he saw the slight look of panic in his son's eyes.

Not that Robb could blame him for looking that way, Elisabeth's birth had almost killed her mother and the Maester had been astounded when she had fallen pregnant again. They had been told that it was unlikely that they would ever have any more children and Evana had been beside herself, convinced that she had failed in her duty no matter how often Torrhen and the rest of the family had assured her she hadn't. Now though she was in her chambers about to bring another baby into the world and he knew why his son looked so worried at the prospect. Robb was lucky, Elissa had brought all five of their children so easily into the world and he had never once had to face the Maester telling him that she was likely to die.

"I'll come and sit with you," Robb said then, "I can help keep an eye on this one"

"A thousand eyes aren't enough," Torrhen sighed exasperatedly, "but thank you"

They walked in silence back towards the nursery and Robb sent a swift smile to Lyla who was sat playing quietly with her dolls. His elder granddaughter could not be more different from her little sister, favouring her mother's darker colouring and Stark eyes. She was also very different in character, she and Elisabeth reminded him very much of Sansa and Arya. He glanced at Torrhen then and saw him worrying at his lip. He didn't bother offering any soothing words, his son wouldn't listen to them. All he wanted was to know that his wife was healthy and well.

Torrhen was very much his father's son and Robb could not have been more proud of him. He was originally intended to marry into house Karstark but his betrothed had eloped with a charming young squire in the dead of night. Eddard Karstark had been mortified but Robb wasn't too upset, he had seen that his son's head had been well and truly turned by Evana Mormont who had come to Winterfell as a ward. When Torrhen had come before him, twisting his hands together and shaking slightly, he had been more than happy to give his blessing to them. They truly did love one another and doted on their girls. They would dote on this new baby too when it came, Robb had every faith that everything would turn out alright.

Willam had been a different story. Always in the tiltyard and with no patience for lessons until he reached his sixteenth name day and came across the history of his Frey family. He had curiously asked Elissa then what had become of the Twins. She had told him rather stiffly that no one sat the Twins, it was manned by guards and no Lord had ever been chosen. Many people said it was cursed, just as Harrenhal was said to be. Robb had been surprised then when Willam had asked on his eighteenth name day whether he could take the Twins. Grudgingly and with Elissa firmly against it he had put the idea to Daenerys and Jon and they had agreed. Elissa had been furious but Willam had gone anyway. It wasn't until his son Rickard was born three years later that she had brought herself to visit the Twins again. To say she was surprised would have been an understatement, Willam had brought a new life to the Twins and she barely recognised them. Since then she confessed to Robb that she no longer had nightmares of the place that had once been her home.

His eldest daughter Kathryn had been much easier to contend with. She was a good girl who favoured her mother in temperament as well as looks. Robb had been loathe to marry her off but the time came as Elissa had always warned him it would and she had married Gavan Manderly happily. She was down in White Harbour now but they still saw plenty of her and her daughter Greta. They had received a raven not a week before that held the news that Kathryn was with child again and hoping for a boy. Elissa had already insisted that she would be going to White Harbour to be with her when her time came and Robb knew better than to argue, she had done the same when Greta had been born.

She would have a long journey though when the time came for Alyssandra to become a mother. Their youngest daughter was still at Winterfell but she would soon be marrying into Highgarden and moving south. It was a love match, else Robb would never have given permission for her to move so far from her home. She had met her betrothed, Lyon Tyrell, at a tourney at Riverrun. He had won and placed the wreath of flowers atop her dark hair and that was that. Elissa had squeezed his hand rather tightly when they had smiled into one another's eyes, knowing damn well that he was fighting the urge to knock Lyon out. He knew his daughter would be happy though and so his common sense prevailed and he restrained himself, willingly granting Lyon's permission to ask for her hand a week later. He had insisted the wedding be held at Winterfell though and word had come that the Tyrell party had left Highgarden. Likely they would arrive in the next few weeks, secretly Robb hoped they would be delayed so he could keep his little girl just a little while longer.

Ned was the last, the youngest and still here at Winterfell. He had toyed with joining the Night's Watch but Elissa had flat out forbidden him and faced with his mother's tears he had backed down. Robb knew that he was pleased he had now though as a pretty young Lady from Skagos had caught his eye. Ned was still young though and not at all ready for marriage, Robb said nothing on the subject other than to remind his boy that he had a duty to protect his honour as well as that of the girl he could barely keep his eyes from. If he was still infatuated with her come the end of the year Robb had decided he would write to her father. A third son wasn't the best prospect but Ned was still a Prince and Robb didn't think that man would turn his nose up at such a match.

Robb was distracted from thinking of his children then as the door to the nursery opened as his wife strode in with a huge smile on her face. She still dazzled him, even after all the years and all the children she was still that beautiful girl he had chosen at the Twins, albeit with a few streaks of silver in her hair and fine lines around her eyes. Her eyes that were still so captivating. He blinked then as she opened her mouth to speak, feeling Torrhen jump to his feet next to him.

"Mother?" he questioned in a slightly panicked voice.

"A perfectly healthy boy," she told him and Torrhen laughed out his relief.

"And Evie?" he asked his mother then and she nodded happily.

"She is fine Torrhen," she assured him, "she is waiting for you"

"Would you …?" he started.

"The girls are fine with us," Robb told him before he could finish, "congratulations"

Torrhen merely nodded, his eyes tight, and Robb saw him swallow hard to compose himself before he walked determinedly from the room. His eyes slid to Elissa then and he saw that she too had followed Torrhen's progress as he had walked away.

"Another grandson," he said then to rouse her attention.

"He is so like Torrhen, so strong," she replied, turning to smile at him.

"Thank the Gods," he said seriously and she nodded her agreement.

"I told Evana we would give them a moment and then take the girls," she told him then and it was his turn to nod.

She came and sat down at his side then and he automatically reached over to lace his fingers with hers as both of them fixed their eyes on their granddaughters. Lyla was carefully brushing through her dolls hair while Elisabeth was bashing the head of hers repeatedly against the fireplace. Robb couldn't help but smirk as he thought of his own sisters again and Elissa smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

After a time Elissa dropped his hand and stood up, ushering the girls to her, kneeling down before them and explaining that they must be very quiet and careful when they went to see their mother. Lyla happily agreed but Elisabeth took more coaxing, 'why' seemed to be her favourite question at the moment and Robb was in awe of how Elissa kept her patience with her and eventually the little girl nodded her head seriously and took her grandmothers hand. Elissa had a look of triumph on her face when she turned to face him and he couldn't help but smirk again before following the three of them from the nursery and down the hallway.

Elissa knocked softly when they reached Torrhen and Evana's rooms and pushed open the door carefully when she was called to come in, ushering the girls ahead of her. Lyla and Elisabeth ran straight to their mother, hauling themselves up onto the bed and embracing her gently as Elissa had told them to do. Robb's eyes went straight for Torrhen though who had a look of wonder on his face as he gazed down at the baby in his arms. His son looked up then and Robb could see the tears welling in his eyes as he crossed over to him.

"Another future King in the North," Torrhen said rather thickly as he handed him over to Robb.

"Hopefully not to soon," Robb grinned as he cradled the baby gently.

"Well I am by no means ready to be King so you best not be going anywhere just yet father," he joked.

"I think I have a few more years left in me," Robb told him with a slight laugh.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Elissa asked then.

"No need for thought," Evana answered from the bed, hushing Elisabeth as she exclaimed loudly, "there was only one name Torrhen would consider"

"Robb Stark," Torrhen said then and Robb looked up to meet his eyes.

He blinked rather rapidly then as Torrhen looked back at him and nodded his head a fraction, tears stinging his eyes as he looked away from his son and down at his grandson who was contemplating him with a confused look on his face. Gods he looked like Torrhen had, Elissa was right, likely he would be the very image of his father as Torrhen was of him. Willam was also very like him, he and Torrhen could be twins if not for the eyes. Ned was a typical Stark though, his name suited him well; he was very like the grandfather he had never met.

"Thank you," Robb managed then.

"We thought it best to give him a name he can live up to," Torrhen said.

"Hush now … do you want to see a grown man cry?" Robb laughed shakily.

Elissa's hand was on the small of his back then and he swallowed hard and blinked furiously again before he managed to look back up and meet his son's eyes again. Torrhen smiled widely at him then and Robb returned it, shifting baby Robb back into his arms.

"We'll leave you alone now," Elissa said gently.

"Thank you mother," Torrhen smiled and she leant up to kiss his cheek, lightly placing her hand on the baby's head before she turned away.

"I'm proud of you," Robb murmured quietly to Torrhen as he clapped him on the back before he turned to follow his wife out.

Elissa didn't speak as she and Robb walked down the hallway, knowing that her husband was still fighting his emotions. Her own were peaked when Torrhen had announced the name, he had always looked up to his father and she knew this was his way of repaying Robb for everything he had done for him. She took Robb's hand then as they approached their own rooms and he stopped them just outside the door and looked down into her eyes.

"I think I'm going to go out into the Godswood for a while … I have much to thank the Gods for," he told her and she saw the emotion shining in his eyes again.

"Yes indeed," she smiled up at him, "do you want some company?"

"If you'd like," he smiled back at her.

"I always like your company," she teased him and his smile widened.

All these years and she still made his heart pound. He kissed her softly for a moment then before pulling away, taking her hand back in his and leading her down the hallway. They walked out to the Godswood in silence and Elissa sat herself down by the pool, laying back against the grass after a while, closing her eyes to the warm sun on her face while Robb went to say his prayers. When he was finished he came and lay beside his wife and she turned her head to look at him, seeing him already gazing at her.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked him lazily.

"You," he told her as she ran her hand through his hair, suddenly transported back over twenty five years.

"Oh good," she sighed, "you are not bored of me yet then?"

"How could I ever be bored of you?" he chuckled as she twisted his greying hair around her fingers.

"Did you ever think we'd be here?" she asked him seriously then, "all those years ago … did you ever think we'd be laying here now"

"I always hoped we would be," he told her just as seriously.

"Always?" she questioned.

"Since that first night you lay your head down against my heart," he replied and she smiled faintly.

"That seems like forever ago," she said.

"I promised you forever," he said.

"You did," she agreed, smiling widely at him.

"I meant it," he said softly, "I love you"

"I love you too," she sighed, "but do you ever think you could have done things differently?"

"And not had you?" he questioned and she nodded, "never"

"You don't regret crossing that bridge then?" she smiled at him.

"No," he told her honestly leaning in to capture her lips for a moment, "I would pay the toll a thousand times and a thousand times more so long as the prize was always you."