"Lord Frey this isn't necessary, I am sure Robb will comply with your wishes once the war is over."

"No, I don't trust that little prick. If he want my bridge he is going to need to marry one of my girls, now." The loud voices of my 'father' and one of his advisors traveled down the halls of the whole tower. "Besides I need to get this thorn out of my side, now!" I could only guess that I was that thorn he spoke of seeing as a loud knock came to my door.

"Ente-" The door busted open, very rudely. My 'father' and one of the other siblings stood before me. The grumpy old man glared at me for a minute, I had on a green and sliver dress that made my strawberry blonde hair stick out but my brown eyes were never much to be impressed by. I glared up at my father unimpressed by his entrance.

"I've found someone to take you, he wants the bridge; I want you gone! You've been a pain in my ass from the moment your mother got an arrow in her damn chest. At least that wasn't her best asset." The old man laughed but no one else did. He had no right to speck of my mother in any manor, for she was nothing to him and he is nothing to me.

"Very well, I will have to see him before I agree to an union." My father glared at me, this was my sixth match and every one before this one I had turned down; my father tried to tell me I 'couldn't' but with his mass amount of children it was easy to replace me if it came to that. Besides breeding isn't something to take lightly, everyone seemed to forget that small detail when making up marriages.

"Then quit sitting on your ass!" Holding my tongue between my teeth got harder the longer I stood next to this man. If this match didn't work it was safe to say this old man wasn't going to live much longer. Perhaps not thru the night.

Once we reached the main entrance the man who called my father had the guard open the doors which they did like the good meat sacks they were. Once inside the first thing I took in everyone's eyes. Worry, distrust, lust, and relief were what I was met with through out the room. "This is my Daughter Moira, my Lady I think you will find her a well placed match for your boy."

The only other women in the room looked me up and down; being looked at as a piece of meat wasn't upsetting. You can only base someone on what they have given you to look at. I always hoped I had given everyone a strong women, with beauty to look at. "She is very pretty, Robb?" The women turned to 'Robb' he must have been the intended, as he stepped forward to get a better look I did as well.

Strong jaw, good height as well he had to stand at least 7 in'' above myself, his dark red hair was nice but wouldn't allow much room for blonde to shine through when the children were born, but it was made up for in his striking blue eyes. Yes, his physical self was agreeable.

"Might I have a moment alone with her?" Everyone left seeing this as a simple and reasonable jester. This is normally the part when everything falls apart. As the room became empty the boy/man became more at ease. He must be new to the idea of an arranged marriage. "I am Robb Stark of Winterfell." He had stepped forward as he intruded himself.

Winterfell was a strong land that breed strong people, that would insure any son would be strong and any daughter use to that strength. Stark meant that any child would also be the leader of a great many number of persons. Starks were known for handling matters with great honor; honor wasn't always good but as long as the children knew when to leave honor at the door they would be fine.

I went into a low curtsy, which only lead to an objection from the winter lord. "You don't need to do that… I wish to speck freely; if we may, my lady?"

Looking around I saw a table filled with wine and such. I motioned for us to take a seat and he followed most likely grateful for the ease of change from formal to seating, but I still kept my back straight, chin high and my eyes always were on him. I wouldn't allow him any chance to best me be it at words, or fist.

"I didn't plan on being in a wedding when I woke up this morning; so I know you didn't either but I want you to know that by doing this you are helping me free my father from a wrongful imprisonment and if there is anything I can do to make this easier on you I will… what I mean is I wont force you… to do anything uncomfortable." He seemed at a lack of words, like specking of it seemed wrong. But sex was sex and if he planned on having it he best get comfortable because to have sex without interest would do no one any good. I poured a glass of wine for him and myself, he took a heavy gulp. His nervous were amazing, he could lead a group of men to war but specking of sex made him shake in fret or perhaps it was the marriage all together; but neither mattered.

"I would like to get to know you, we might not ever love one another." He stopped and covered his mouth and looked up worried. "Or if we do, that would be ideal of course but the reality of it is rather complicated!" he closed his eyes like he had hurt himself. "What I am trying to say is, being at least friends is better than nothing." He finally sighed and looked up relief washed over him once more. For someone who had just been the perfect solider not more then a moment ago it was amazing how fast he could change. "Please say something; I wish to know how you feel. If you aren't comfortable I won't make you do this."

Finally I stood which made him stand but I held my hand up for him to stop, I wish to make my proclamation now that he had made his. "While I appreciate your offer of forced friendship I find having few friends leaves less room for betrayal-"

"You believed I would betray you?" he stood quickly almost as if his honor had been harmed; in a way it could have been. Saying he was untrustworthy. "I would try to honor you as a husband should." The small smile I had given him was one obviously base on curtsey alone and as it always did; it wasn't reflected in my eyes or body language.

"That is very kind of you to say, but unneeded. I do understand most women wish for love and a honest husband and I don't know and personally don't care to know if you are that kind of husband." Robb slowly sat down; the look on his face seemed to be one of confusion. "You say you won't force me into a marriage but you would just as easily do so to one of the other girls here; so forgive me if I don't fine you all that honorable. Also as I have said I am not interested in love or anything like. The only thing I request of you is; our second born son." Robb's face seemed stiff and went back to that of a solder, was he going to try to fight me on this matter?

"What do you mean you require our second son? For what?"

"All I mean is; I will raise him as I see fit, you have no say on the matter. You will have our first born to do with as you like as he is the heir so it is your right but" My hand slowly moved up to my mothers locket, the felling of having her close to me only happened when I thought of this unknown child. "I want the second son as my own. To teach and love as only mine."

Robb looked down at the floor his thought were his own, I didn't know him well enough to decipher what could be running through his curly head. It might be a hard thing to do, giving up your child but if he understands that he never truly had that child then letting go should come easily enough. The only thing that would hold this man back was his honor, his duty to his family. The only way to beat honor was to match it.

"You can always say no." Robb looked up hope filled eyes, senseless hope; I wasn't retracing my proposal. "You can force one of my fairy tale struck sister into a loveless marriage; Full of unrealistic expectations and surely disappointment." His jaw clenched tightly along with his fist, his internal battle didn't seem to be going well. Which meant I had done well in my attack but also meant he was just as likely to say no.

"If I were to agree to this how would you treat our other children; the son you have 'given' me and any daughters?" That was a fair question but that was always a gray area in my own mind; I wish I could say that I would treat them with respect and kindness and nothing else but they would be coming from my own body, I knew If I was close to them forsaking them would be almost impossible.

On the other hand saying I would leave them to be raised by their father and whom ever he saw fit, lift a hole in my stomach, my child would want his siblings just as much as they would want him. To favor one more than the others of course would bring discontent among them but with any luck the father would fill any need left untreated by my absence.

"I will be a care giver, they will be allowed to call me mother but my son will always take priority." Robb nodded his head before looking down, he took another large gulp of his wine, and it would appear I was making the boy into a drunker. "If you agree; you will need to give me your word in writing." Robb looked up at the women in confusion almost nothing of private matters were set out in writing but this was a business agreement and nothing more.

I dug into the pockets I had made into most of my own dresses, placing them down in front of the young wolf; he picked them up and then looked up at myself. Walking over to the table my father used for such matter I pulled the ink well off and took it back to my soon to be husband who was drinking once again. "It is a precaution, you will sign 6 identical documents three for yourself and three for me; you are free to share them with whom you please. They also will have small matters on our day to day life so I suggest you read it before signing." He didn't he just signed all six quickly before trying to handing them back.

"What?" He hadn't finished sighing them, well not how I wanted them to be signed.

"I need your blood on each of them…" The boy stood quickly stepping back like he was going to be attacked. I sighed annoyed; why did they always have to be so hostile? Blood wasn't always bad; it could be used to protect and to bring closure. I reached into my pocket with his eyes watching me like a hawk. A single needed was pulled out. "Just a drop on each, its something my mother always did; it is of great importants to me."

He rested, it seemed that specking of family made him relax, like honoring something like a family habit made it more acceptable; if that is what it took then I would take it. In truth it was for family; my son, so if his father ever tried to take him from me, my son's people would be able to make sure that didn't happen. They would know who his father was and what he agreed too.

I pushed the six documents apart on the table; I lifted my hand out so he could place his hand in it, which he did. He hardly flinched when I placed the needle deep into his ring finger, the one connected to the heart. His finger touch each paper and I felt a weight being lifted off my chest once it had happen.

He on the other hand looked like he had picked up that weight but that wasn't a matter for me to deal with. He was now my husband, as far as I was concerned. Now all we had to do was find one of those ugly crying tress.

He had his eyes closed and was rubbing his temples. "These three are yours." He didn't reach for them. "I will tell my 'father' that an agreement has been met, we will be married tonight among your men. The sooner we leave this place the better." Now that he agreed with, he couldn't wait to leave this place and go get his father.

~ROBB~

"Have you read this?" Theon's shocked voice came from the other side of the war tent. I had asked mother and Theon to look over the paper my 'wife' had me sign. This was nothing like I had planned when I was told I was going to marry a Frey girl.

"No." I took another drink from my wine glass. It wasn't everyday you got married to a complete stranger and I didn't want to remember a moment of it. This whole thing made me feel dirty, like I had some how sold my child before even knowing him but I was selling him to his mother; which just made it all that much more confusing.

"Robb, you need to read this. Some of these demands are…" Mother seemed to be trying to find a polite word to describe it. She had been trying to play that once Moira got more comfortable that she would loosen up, that she was just scared. But that was hard to believe when she seemed to order men around like a leader and the way most of the men reacted to her was a mix of shock and confusion but they did listen.

"It's insane, like here: She can deny you 8 times within a fortnight. Or her demanding a separate living area for her and 'her son'; this is crazy you need to go in there and tell her what is what; a women doesn't demand things of her husband." Mother's face seemed completely annoyed by the time Theon had finished specking, it was obvious he was in the wrong; marriage was complicated. Mother hadn't wanted to marry father but grew to love him; she had been saying that the same could happen with Moira if I only gave her the chance.

"While I agree that this" mother held the paper up "Is strange. I do believe she is just scared and if you are your normal charming self" Mother cupped my checks lovingly and the smile that came to my face was so natural that I was grateful to have her here. I needed her more now then ever. "She will come to love you." She then kissed my forehead leaving Theon and myself alone in the room.

"I still think you bend her over and show her what's what." Our eyes met and then a loud laughter filled the room. Theon was always so brash with women that it wasn't shocking that he suggested such a thing but at that moment a good laugh was what I needed so I took it.

~Moria~

Rubbing the balm into my skin brought me into a sense of freedom; a freedom from what I was about to do. I was going to expos myself to a man I had just met today, the balms rested into my skin and left a tingle of relief from any dryness or small scratch I had gotten during the day. The wedding hadn't been grand but the men enjoyed it and that was what mattered, if they were unhappy they wouldn't follow their leader.

Their leader who happens to be a boy of ten and eight, he did a good job making his men believe he was strong and comfortable at the wedding. When I had left the feast I told them I didn't to 'freshen up' and everyone cheered for their lord. It was part of the male rituals that would forever be a mystery to women or at least this one.

After I finished with my balms I turned to the tome that I had been reading, it was one of the many different things that had been left for me by my mother. I had brought them all, when the time came I would pass them down to my son and with any luck then to my grandchild. It was hard to think that far ahead I had planned so much around just getting to my child that the details after were rather fuzzy; that would have to change.

"Moira?" Robb had come to the tent finally, he used my common name which giving his statues of high lord and my husband it was acceptable. The tome was closed and I covered it with the cloth that was used to handle the book before I stood before my husband. His face was slightly pink, he must have been drinking; if that was what he need to do to get the job done then so be it.

I worked my way over to him undoing the clasp of my robe, when it fell he looked up and away. That wasn't going to get us closer to our goal; grabbing his wrist I placed his rough hands on my flesh, he tried to pull away but I kept my grip firm. He now had his eyes closed, if we didn't consummate the marriage tonight it may take us weeks even months to do it.

My lips found his neck and started a slow assault there; biting, licking, and breathing heavy enough for his ears to hear. Robb was a good looking man no one could say other wise. His scruff tickled my cheeks as I made my way to his ear, pushing his hands down south my hand moved to the back of his and made a movement to squeeze. "I've been told that my bottom make us for my lack of breast, what do you say, my lord?" he finally looked down at me.

His checks were red from the wine and heavy breathing. His eyes roamed down over my lips then to my chest before coming back to my eyes, his eyes were full of wonder; like he never planned on something like this happening. It was possible nothing could happen still but that would be disappointing for both parties. His eyes then started to shift between mine in a more frantic manor. He stepped away making me sigh and cross my arms over my chest to keep the cold off the cold. "My lord?" he used a chest to push his hands against while hanging his head between them.

"I'm sorry, we really shouldn't; we have just met." This noble shit was going to get old real fast, there were things to be done; I didn't just put myself on display for his pleasure, everything has a purpose and this was to become with child. Becoming cross with him wouldn't help, I placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned my head closer to him.

"We are married, we are both two perfectly healthy adults, and we are both relatively good looking, there is no reason why we shouldn't enjoy each other." He looked up at me, part of me felt almost like I was forcing him but this wasn't something we could hold back on, heirs were needed. My fingers found there way to his shirts laces and worked them off as he stood to help me.

His body was well formed, strong and hard with muscles; surely a sight to enjoy. I gave him a smile that sent encouragement his way. He was almost like a child; wanting something he didn't think he could have. He went to kiss me but I moved to his neck to begun my assault again.

His hands found my bottom on their own while my hands worked on his breeches. Robb was giving soft grunts and groans as my fingers moved over his member. This was nothing but empowering, every move I made got a reaction; he was the puppet and I was pulling all the strings. He didn't seem to mind, which wasn't shocking he had all the power outside of this tent but in here I was the wolf and he was the prey.

With one hard shove he landed on top of the fur and he was looking up at me with darken eyes, he was enjoying himself and he couldn't tell me other wise as his pants came off he was ready, this was far easier than it should have been unless "My lord, are you a virgin?" he looked up at me worried now before looking me up and down.

"I was raised to wait for my wife, a-are you not a virgin?" the young wolf was just a sheep. The giggle came out of my lips before I could stop it his brow frowned, he felt mocked. I placed the tip of my finger on his members tip; he flung his head back and gasped.

"I have known men but they haven't known me; a Lady is only wanted so long as she is 'pure'." I lowered myself so I was between his legs. "Do not worry, my lord. You will be the only one to know me as they have wish to." I placed lazy kisses on his thigh, and he grabbed the furs.

"Robb.." I looked up at him, he had his eyes closed and was taking short breaths. "My name is Robb." Most men enjoyed being called by titles of power but it seemed Robb desired a personal connection. A slight smirk spread across my lips; I grasp his base and started to kiss up the sides it wasn't until I reached the top did he let his head roll back.

I slowly licked around the top before taking him in my mouth; his grunts let me know that what I was doing was more than satisfy him. Robb gripped my long hair and tried to make me push more of him into my mouth. I let him and soon I was working my jaw around him, he couldn't do much under me just take whatever I was willing to give him. The way his stomach kept hitching was amazing to watch, it reminded me of when men were dying and they were trying to take their last breaths.

"Moira! By the gods!" He was nothing more than a puppet again playing the part I was giving him; but he did look so good in this part, the willing victim. I lifted my mouth from its work and he stopped breathing he wasn't done and the worry that showed on his face was an encouraging thing to see. It was always a wonderful thing to be appreciated. "Why did you stop?" Reaching up I silenced him with a finger.

Reaching to the table next to the bed I removed a light green balm. "This will help with the pain." He seemed to understand, most men did when it came to having virgin brides. When the suave touched him his hissed it seemed the north had cooled the balm but it made goose bumps appear on his stomach and seemed to heighten the moment for him.

Crawling on him made his hands go to middle where he tried to pull me to him; bring my cheek to him I let him kiss it before I rested back on his hips, this was going to be the moment that would scar me for the rest of my life; but seeing him under me like he was left a hole in me. I needed to do this for relief as much as he did.

One hand on his chest and the other holding him I started to push him into me, the feeling was not one that I was use to; it was uncomfortable, having him in me; if he shifted I could feel it but thankfully he tried to still his movements. Then it came like someone had stabbed me, it wasn't like getting burned which had happened to me many time this pain was like someone had cut me open. "Cover your eyes."

"What? No, you are my wife I h-"

"Cover your damn eyes!" My yell came as gravity started to take over and I couldn't really hold myself much anymore. So I used one hand to push a pillow in his face, which he let me hold, while the other went to my stomach. I let my mind wonder back to the tome and soon I felt the healing warmth take over and my body accepted the foreigner. I let the pillow go and he looked up at me unimpressed. Robb looked as if he had something to say on the matter but I didn't so I started to roll my hips which made him roll his eyes into the back of his head.

So I know Moira is a little rough around the edges but it's for the best. Also the Dragon Age part of the story won't really come up till chapter 3. I am trying to leave some mystery to all of this so I hope you all enjoy it. :) Thank you for reading.

Also what do you guys think of nervous-virgin Robb? I wasn't sure on if I should do it that way but it kinda just fell into place, also I hadn't really seen anyone else try it so I thought why the hell not.