A/N: It's here! The final chapter! Sorry it's a little late, I have letting go issues haha. Anyway. It's done, and here it is. I hope you enjoy it. I know I didn't resolve everything, but you know, this was always meant to be a happy AU, so...that's my excuse ;) Hope you've enjoyed a little happiness in your GoT universe, and I hope the ending is a satisfying one.

Thank you to absolutely everyone who has reviewed, followed, added as a favourite, or just quietly read. Much appreciated each and every one of you!

Guest: Thank you very much, glad you like the way I wrote him.

Guest: Thank you. No, I didn't forget the wildlings and the white walkers, Ned dealt with that while the Robb and Amy were away. Some wildlings are settled on the Gift, and the Watch are armed with dragonglass against the walkers.

Boramir: Thank you so very much! We will indeed be seeing Tywin one more time. I know it's weird for me that it's ending, but I feel it's the right time to let go. There will definitely be more from me in the future, though right now I'm focusing on 'Wolf Pact' and getting a sequel together for 'For His Honour'. Knowing me I will inevitably take on a third project, I can't seem to help myself. Regarding your idea for the last chapter, I have to admit that I did think about doing it that way, and it was the plan for a long time. However, I changed my mind, and decided against an epilogue set in the future. It's just one final chapter, which I hope rounds things out nicely. That is how I imagined Tywin going out though, so great minds think alike on that score haha! Thank you again!

unnamed visitor: I know, I can hardly believe it myself! I'm glad you've enjoyed it though, and I hope you like the final chapter. Hopefully it will be a satisfying ending. Glad you liked the names for the babies, and Tywin will be making one final appearance in this last chapter. Hope you like it, and thank you very much once more.

Right-ho folks, one more time for old times sake?

:)

Together

Lanette slipped her hand into Jaime's as the sound of hooves and wheels against stone grew louder. They were all stood out in the courtyard of Winterfell waiting for the royal party to arrive. Well, all of them beside Robb and Amy, and their new additions. Aedan was outside, holding on to Ned's hand and looking around mischievously, his eyes sparkling and his feet shifting from side-to-side. Amy had clad him in his new cloak, pinning it with the direwolf pin that Tywin had bought for him, before telling him firmly that he must behave himself out in the courtyard. Aedan had nodded solemnly in response, and Lanette had had to jab Jaime hard in the ribs to stop him from laughing. Lanette couldn't help but wonder if Willem would ever be as wilful as her eldest grandchild. From his demeanour so far, she doubted it. He was tucked up happily in the crook of her elbow at the moment, awake and just blinking slowly up at the grey sky.

Her son was far quieter than Amy had ever been, and thankfully for her daughter, the two new arrivals seemed to be of the same temperament. So long as they were with one another they were content to lay there, often cooing happily. The only time they ever really grumbled was when they were hungry or wet, or if they had been out of sight of the other for too long. Lanette smiled down at her little boy, and he grinned in response, showing off the four new teeth that had poked through his gums. When they had come he had been irritable, but it was not the incessant screaming that Amy had done when hers had come through. She only looked away from him when the murmurs reached her ears, and she could see why. The King had passed through the gates and into the courtyard. Tywin and the Kingsguard rode in just behind him, and then came the carriage.

Lanette glanced towards Catelyn, seeing a wide smile on her face already. She knew the woman must be itching to meet her grandson for the first time, it had been the same for her when word had come about Aedan being born. Lanette was thankful that she had not had to wait as long as Catelyn had. Prince Robert was a good month older than Willem, no doubt sitting up unaided and close to crawling by now. Her eyes flickered again to Aedan, seeing him straining against his grandfather's hold. He looked up when he got nowhere, and Ned shook his head slowly. Aedan let out an irritated noise at that, but stopped straining and stood back in place again, his head bowed meekly. Lanette turned back to the arriving party so she would not laugh at the sight. The King was dismounting his horse, and as soon as his feet touched the courtyard all those assembled dropped down to one knee. Lanette had to let go of Jaime's hand and secure her hold on Willem as she herself did so.

Though it was not long before they were rising back up, the King happily telling them to do so. Lanette could see Tywin glancing around nervously, but she knew that he would make no move towards them and ask after Amy until the queen had been introduced. She caught his eye as the King moved towards the carriage, and sent him a reassuring smile. His features relaxed somewhat, his own lips twitching ever so slightly at the corners. Lanette knew well enough that he would have been instantly fearful on seeing that Amy and Robb were not present. Hopefully her gesture would be enough to keep his fear at bay until formalities were done with and he could enter the keep and see it for himself that everything was well.

The Prince was handed down to the King in the next moment, and Lanette glanced at Catelyn, seeing her eyes eagerly fixed on the sight. The King held his hand out for the queen and she appeared in the next moment, looking utterly lovely as she smiled at her family home. The eagerness in her eyes matched that of her mother, but she remained at her husband's side, as he aided his mother from the carriage. Princess Eleanor found her own way down, and the door was closed behind her, the King offering the queen his arm before they walked in step towards the family. Cersei and her daughter followed a few steps behind, both with smiles on their faces. The princess looked most excited at being in a new place. Lanette remembered her excitement from the Rock, wondering if Jaime would be coerced into helping her explore again. Somehow she imagined that Princess Eleanor would get on rather well indeed with Arya.

"Your Grace, welcome to Winterfell," Ned greeted as they came ever closer, "and my queen, welcome back." The queen smiled widely at that, and Lanette could see the King encouraging her closer. She didn't appear to need much encouragement, stepping forward to embrace her father at once. "Now, perhaps this formality can end," the King said in an amused tone. At his words everyone seemed to move at once. Catelyn was instantly before the King, her grandson soon manoeuvred into her arms. Everyone seemed to begin chattering at once, and in the next moment Tywin materialized in front of them. "No Robb or Amella?" he raised a brow expectantly, and Lanette couldn't help but smile. "They imagined a more private welcome would be appreciated, and as it is growing colder, they did not want the twins exposed for so long," she informed him, and he seemed placated. "Perhaps you could show me in," Tywin suggested, before nodding to Willem, "best he is not out for too long either."

Winterfell had a certain charm to it, Tywin supposed, as Lanette and Jaime led him down yet another hallway. He could not deny the warmth of the keep, and of the atmosphere in general, despite the chill in the air which was threatening winter. Now he was inside his worries that Amy and her children would freeze to death were abating slightly. They came to a halt towards the end of the hallway, and Jaime paused for a moment before rapping his knuckles against the heavy wooden door. Robb's voice called for them to come in, and Tywin straightened his doublet as Jaime pushed open the door and gestured Lanette in before him. She went as he bid, and Tywin shuffled forward a little. "Go on," Jaime said in an amused tone, "it's you they're waiting to see, not me." He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at that, but he did as his son wanted and walked into the room.

The chambers was far simpler that any at the Rock, but they were incredibly warm and cosy, that he could not deny. He looked towards the fire, and Amy turned her head, beaming at once when she caught sight of him. She rose up from her seat next to Robb on the sofa, moving towards him as he stepped towards her. For once he allowed himself to forget that there was anyone else present, folding his granddaughter into his arms and embracing her more tightly than he ever had since she was a small child. Seeing her happy and well after the safe arrival of her children was more overwhelming to him that he had imagined it would be. Her letter had almost been enough to bring him to tears when it had arrived. She had taken the time to write it in her own hand, informing him that he had two more great-grandchildren, and that she had named her daughter for his beloved Joanna.

Amy pulled back from him after a moment, still beaming, but with slightly glassy eyes. "Would you like to meet them?" she asked him quietly, and he nodded mutely. Amy didn't seem offended by his silence, patting his forearm reassuringly, before she turned and padded towards the cradle that was set beneath the window. The heavy drapes were drawn, ensuring that no draught could get through and chill the occupants. He took a breath before he peered down, a smile lighting his face before he could stop it when he set eyes on the babies. They were bundled up in blankets, both slowly blinking up at him as he peered down on them. The boy was the very image of Robb, Benjen they had named him, for Robb's lost uncle. Joanna was just like Amy. Like Joanna herself. The only thing that distinguished her was the slightly different nose, and the big grey eyes. Tywin allowed his own to flicker back to Benjen, seeing that his own eyes were identical.

"Wonderful," he said hoarsely, unable to think of anything else to say. "Thank you," Amy said warmly, placing her hand on the one he had resting on the edge of the cradle. "I am very proud of you," he turned to meet her eyes, seeing the blue of them well with tears at his words. She bit her lip, and nodded her head, to which he moved and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He made to clench his hands together, to quell the shake, but he realised before he could that they were perfectly still. Almost stupidly he blinked, before he turned his eyes on Robb. The man stood at once, and Tywin held out his hand. Robb took it, and they shook hands firmly. Tywin allowed him a smile, and Robb grinned. He could see the pride and elation in the young man's eyes. That look that had always been there when he was around Amy. It had intensified now, and Tywin imagined that was what having three healthy children with a wife he adored looked like.

If only he himself had had that chance. "Wine, grandfather?" Amy's voice pulled him back before he could dwell on past regrets. It would do no good. He had made his peace with Tyrion, and he had rekindled his relationship with Cersei. Things with Jaime had always been easier, ever since he had left the Kingsguard and married Lanette. "Please," he remembered Amy's question, moving to seat himself down so he could take a breath. It felt as though it had been stolen from him the moment he had entered the room, but now it was returning to him, and even the simple act of breathing felt easier now. Amy offered him a full glass in the next moment, and he took it gladly, taking a sip and watching from the corner of his eye as she settled herself down next to Robb. "What do you think of Winterfell?" Amy asked him when he lowered his glass again. "It's quite charming," he said honestly, "I can well understand why you're so happy here."

Amy rearranged the beautiful snow-white blanket around Benjen as she settled into her armchair. He and Joanna had been named before the heart-tree this morning, and now the men had gone on a celebratory hunt, leaving the women to have a quiet luncheon in the parlour. Robb had been unsure about going, but Steffon had insisted that it was tradition where he came from, and Amy had reminded him teasingly that he was the King. Her husband had gone after that, the first time he had left her alone for any significant time since the babies were born. Not that she was really alone, she was surrounded by her mother, good-mother, good-sister, cousin and aunt. All of whom were fussing over the children. Aedan seemed to be trying to encourage little Robert to engage more with the toys he seemed to have strewn across the entire room. The little prince seemed unimpressed, chewing almost studiously on a wooden spoon that Sansa had liberated from the kitchens. Apparently he had another tooth coming through.

"Would anyone like some more tea?" Lady Stark offered, already leaning forward to pick up the pot. "I will have a little," Sansa replied, and she moved to top her cup up at once. "I would like some, it's rather refreshing. Would you tell me what it is?" her aunt asked, offering her own empty cup as soon as Lady Stark had topped Sansa's up. "Peppermint, with a squeeze of lemon," Lady Stark informed her. "It's lovely, though I suppose lemons will be in short supply soon what with the weather growing colder," her aunt said sympathetically, and Lady Stark nodded her agreement. "Robb said there is a bountiful harvest in the glass gardens," Amy piped up, "but I do not ever remember seeing any lemons in there."

"No, indeed," Lady Stark said in an amused tone, and Amy smiled, her attention moving to Benjen as he let out a frustrated little noise. Almost at the same time, Joanna in Eleanor's arms let out an almost identical sound. "I think they have been separated too long," Amy said as Eleanor looked towards her as though for guidance. "Change seats with me, Amy, sit next to Eleanor," her mother offered at once, and Amy shifted up from her armchair. Her mother did the same, glancing towards where Willem was sat up surrounded by cushions as she did so. Amy watched her little brother as she settled down next to Eleanor, tilting Benjen slightly in her arms so he could see his twin was near-by. Willem seemed to be happily playing, Aedan almost charging passed him in the next moment, his eyes fixed on Amy. "Mama!" he held up two wooden blocks to her, and she smiled for him.

"What are you building?" she asked him in an amused tone, and he bashed the two of them together in response. She shook her head exasperatedly, and he giggled at her. "Perhaps you could show Willem how you build Winterfell?" Amy suggested, and her son cocked his head to one side, his eyes sparkling with intent. "Gently," Amy reminded him firmly, and he nodded at once. Thank the Gods that was a word he understood perfectly, otherwise she would likely be at her wits end by now. Aedan was boisterous to say the least, but around the twins he always kept himself in check. Though Amy had heard him grumbling to Robb that he wanted them to be 'big babies'. She imagined he would be beside himself when they were old enough to play with him.

"Such an adorable sight," her mother commented, and Amy couldn't help but agree as she watched Aedan encouraging Willem to place a block atop another. "How is Karenza enjoying Dorne?" Amy asked, turning her attention to her aunt. "Very much," she responded, "she tells me that she is getting along well with her betrothed, of course, it will not be very long until Eleanor and I travel for the wedding."

"I so wish I could go," Sansa said almost longingly. "You cannot always be away from court," Lady Stark told her in an amused tone, and Amy smile. "No," Sansa agreed, "it was here or Dorne, I feel terrible that Steffon has to miss his sister's wedding, but I am so glad that you and father got to meet Robert." The little prince looked up at mention of his name, his eyes expectant. Sansa smiled down on him, lifting him up to sit in her lap when he held his hands up to her. "As am I," Lady Stark agreed, "where has Arya got to?" Amy immediately moved her eyes firmly to Benjen, occupying herself with fussing over his blankets again. She knew exactly where Arya was, but there was no way she was telling. The others could get into trouble for it later, and she would feign ignorance. Lord Stark had agreed she could go on the hunt, so long as she stuck close by Robb and Theon for the duration. The only other rule was that no one was to tell Lady Stark.

"I hear Jon in getting married," Sansa spoke up, and Amy looked towards her, seeing the knowing look in her eye. Amy sent her a grateful look, knowing that Sansa had obviously worked out exactly where her little sister was. "Yes, to Prince Oberyn's daughter, Elia," Lady Stark thankfully seized upon the new subject, seemingly forgetting all about Arya's absence. "He seems most happy, from what he wrote to Robb anyway," Amy added, and Sansa smiled. "Well I do hope so, considering everything. Do you think he will remain in Dorne with her, or return here?" she asked.

"I think he would be mad to leave Dorne considering winter is coming," Amy replied in an amused tone, "but in all seriousness, I think he intends to remain there with her. He really seems to have found his place in the world. I know Robb will miss him terribly, but he has promised to bring his new wife for an extended visit as soon as the first signs of spring appear."

Robb returned with the hunt at dusk. It had been rather a successful trip, and he had enjoyed himself immensely despite his initial want not to go. He hurried down the hallway, the feast would be beginning soon enough and he wanted to say goodnight to the children before he and Amy left them with their nurses for the night. When he reached the nursery he pushed the door open slowly in case they were already sleeping. The nurses were sat in front of the fire sewing, and they inclined their heads to him. He returned the gesture, before moving his eyes to find Amy sat on Aedan's little cot-bed, their eldest son snuggled in her lap as she read him a story. Aedan didn't seem that interested in her soft tones, exclaiming over her every few moments and pointing wildly at the page. He rolled his eyes at his wife before moving to peer into the twins' cradle.

They were laying peacefully side-by-side as usual, their arms flung up above their heads as they slept soundly. He couldn't help but smile as he noted the back of one of Benjen's hands was touching the back of Joanna's. The pair of them were bonded so much already that it astounded him. "Right, that's enough for tonight, into bed with you," Amy said in an exasperated tone behind him, and he turned. Evidently she had given up trying to read to Aedan with his constant interruptions. "No bed, papa!" Aedan protested, and Robb shook his head, walking towards them. "Bed, young man," Robb told him, in his sternest tone. He wasn't good at being stern with him, but he was trying for Amy's sake. She didn't want to be the one who always told him off. Aedan clamped his arms around his leg in response and Robb sighed heavily.

"You seem to have everything under control," Amy rose gracefully from where she had been sat on Aedan's bed. "Please don't," Robb said, already knowing from the look in her eyes that she was about to abandon him to his fate. "I have to get ready for the feast," she said innocently, "you want your wife looking her best, don't you?" she cocked her golden head to one side and he narrowed his eyes at her. Before he could speak up in protest she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips firmly to his. She was smiling when she pulled back, and he huffed as she ruffled Aedan's hair. "Goodnight my darling," she cooed at him, and he grinned at her. With that she clasped her hand around Robb's forearm for a moment before stepping around him and making for the door with a final farewell to the nurses.

"Right," Robb said, looking down on Aedan when the door closed behind Amy, "let's get you to bed." Aedan shook his head at once and Robb sighed, bending down and scooping him up into his arms. "That wasn't a question you little monster," he said, carrying him to his little cot-bed. "It's dark out now, Aedan, look," he drew back the drapes a little to show him the darkening sky. "No dark, papa," Aedan responded at once, and Robb closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes, it is, don't argue," he told him, pulling back the mountain of furs that he would be tucked up in and depositing him into bed. "You have to sleep to grow big and strong," Robb told him, and Aedan stopped wriggling at once, looking at him quizzically. Perhaps he was onto something here. "Just like mama tells you to eat all your dinner so you grow big, you have to sleep to grow strong," Robb continued, and understanding slowly dawned on his son's face.

"I sleep, papa," Aedan said happily, snatching the furs towards him. Robb tried very hard not to look too pleased with himself as he tucked him up snuggly, making sure he was wrapped up warmly enough. "Good boy," he praised him, and Aedan grinned. Robb leant in and pressed a kiss to his forehead once he was tucked up, and they shared a smile before Robb rose back up to his feet. "Goodnight," he said, and Aedan did his best to return the sentiment with his clumsy words. Robb turned way then, peering into the cradle and seeing that the twins were both still sleeping soundly before he bid farewell to the nurses and let himself out the door. It was a short walk to his and Amy's chambers, and he let himself in.

The sight of his wife almost took his breath away as he walked through the door. She was clad in a silvery grey silk dress that clung to her deliciously, and showed just enough of her rounded breasts to have his mouth dry. Around her shoulders she had wrapped a crimson cape, the edges trimmed with dark grey fur. "You look incredible," he told her as she smoothed her hands down the front of her dress. "Not too much?" she asked him, and he shook his head, moving towards her at once. "We are entertaining the King and queen after all," he said, placing his hands on her waist before leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against hers. She leant closer to him, her hands gripping around his upper arms as their kiss deepened. He had to pull away before he lost himself, leaning his forehead down against hers, their ragged breathing mingling together.

"I've missed you," he murmured before he could stop himself. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure he into being intimate with him again, but with her laced into that dress he could not help his baser instincts. Thankfully she smiled, her hands rubbing up and down his arms. "I think we should leave the feast a little early tonight," she said suggestively, and he grinned wolfishly at her. "Is that right?" he asked with a raised brow, and she nodded happily at him. "Don't think I haven't missed you too," she whispered, and he couldn't help but kiss her again. "We ought to go," she said in an amused tone when they pulled away again, "lest we are late."

"Hmm," he agreed with her, "if you insist, wife." She giggled at that, stepping out of his embrace and making her way to the door. He followed after her, closing it behind them before offering her his arm. She took it at once, just as she always had, and he breathed a happy sigh of contentment. He and Amy had always been destined for one another, but even he, with all his hopes, had never imagined that they would be this happy and blessed. "You have a spring in your step, Robb Stark," she said amusedly as they ambled down the hallway. "There would be something wrong if I didn't," he responded, "given that I have a beautiful wife and three healthy children. A man would be mad not to be happy if he were as blessed as I am." Amy nudged her head against the top of his arm, tightening her grip on him in response. "We are both so very blessed," she said happily, "and if possible, I think I just fell a little more in love with you."

"Hmm, I feel eighteen again," Lanette murmured as they slowly danced together after the formality of the feast had slowly descended into something resembling happy chaos. Jaime supposed that was the effect of the northern wine and mead. "Lucky you," he responded to his wife in an amused tone, and she pulled her head back from his chest so she could look up and smile at him. "Can you believe that we have nearly been married for twenty years?" she asked him with wide eyes. "You haven't aged a day, my love," he said, nipping at her waist lightly. She arched a brow in response, clearly sceptical of his words. "You are still as charming as ever you were," she said wryly, and he couldn't help but laugh. "And you are just as shrewd, my darling," he said lightly, to which she smiled again.

"Twenty years though," he said after a moment of quiet, shaking his head, "where in the name of the Gods did all that time go?" Lanette shook her head in response, her shoulders shrugging. "I think we have made the most of it," she said after a moment, and he nodded his agreement. "Most definitely," he voiced, "and two beautiful children to show for it." He bent his head to press a kiss to her forehead. "And still madly in love," she said teasingly, and he chuckled. "Always," he promised her, meeting her eyes as he uttered the word. Lanette had forgiven him for his betrayal at the beginning of their marriage, had even encouraged him to build on his proper relationship with his twin. Things were much less awkward with Cersei now. In fact, since her visit to the Rock, time spent with her could almost be described as pleasant. It was also innocent, how it always should have been.

"What are you thinking of?" Lanette asked him as they continued their dance. "The past," he said honestly, "what you saved me from, and how lucky I am to have you love me the way you do." Lanette quirked her head to one side at his words, a tiny smile playing about her lips. "I have always loved you," she told him with conviction, and his lips found hers at once. "You are the best thing that could have happened to me," he murmured against her softness when he pulled back. "You made me a better man, and you gave me Amy and Willem. I don't want to think what would have become of me had you not come into my life, Lana. All this," he nodded around the merriment in the great hall of Winterfell, seeing all the happy, smiling faces, "all this is your doing."

"I merely did my duty," she responded, her eyes finding his and holding them, "this is not my doing. Jaime, you chose to leave the Kingsguard, you asked to be released from your vows. Look around again, only this time, I want you to realise that all of this happiness that surrounds us is your doing. If not for you making such a leap of faith we would not be here now, none of us would. At least not like this. Be proud of yourself Jaime, because I know I am, of everything you have done for us and our family. I love you for it, I always have, and believe me when I say, I always will."