A/N: I don't own GOT or ASOIAF.

This is my first GOT fanfic. I haven't read the books yet but I'm currently binge watching all the seasons. This idea poped in my head as a what if Robb actually kept his word to Walder Frey. I set this story during the wild west era. I'm kinda really into the whole mail order bride & marriage of convenience stories right now so im mixing that with my current GOT obsession. I hope you all enjoy this chapter & any feedback is much appreciated.

Chapter 1

1871 Winterfell Ranch

"Arya Stark! Get down here this instant!" The matriarch of the Stark family hoped that her youngest daughter would at least stay clean enough for her brother's wedding. The dark haired girl trudges down the steps angrily. She tugs awkwardly at the sleeves of her light blue calico dress. Arya hates the heavy skirts and the numerous petticoats that her mother forces her to wear for church and other special occasions. The tomboyish girl much rather be in her favorite denim pants and flannel shirts.

The lady of the house eyes her youngest daughter wearily as she catches a glimpse of the dirty work boots Arya insists on wearing with everything. "I don't see why I have to get all gussied up when I aint the one getting hitch." Catelyn cringes at her daughter's unladylike manners. At least the girl is wearing a dress and Catelyn counts that as a battle won.

"Your brother is doing this for our family. You should at least show some respect for that." Mother and daughter stare at each other for what seems like an eternity before Arya smiles sadly, trying not to think too much about her father. His death is the reason why Robb has to get married in the first place. It doesn't seem fair that her brother has to take on so much responsibility for a young man his age.

The red head woman brushes a single tear from her blue eyes and sends Arya to help their maid Osha get Rickon ready for the wedding. Bran has opted to stay home with Hodor and Osha to avoid the unwanted stares and whispers his wheelchair causes in town. What is supposed to be a happy day seems more like a day of mourning. The mood in the large house is silent and depressing.

Catelyn Stark sighs heavily for what seems like the hundredth time that morning. She knows her eldest son is furious with her. The Stark family matriarch can't hardly blame Robb for his anger. She knows it will be some time before he can ever get over the fact that she has practically ushered the young nurse Talisa onto a train that would take her back east and away from her son.

Catelyn had to break her son's heart for the sake of their family. Robb knew the consequences of making a deal with Walder Frey and the time has come for Robb to keep his end of the deal. After the sudden and suspicious death of Eddard Stark, the responsibility of the family ranch has fallen to Robb and the mortgage payment has come due.

The finances of Winterfell ranch has been stretched pretty thin since the accident that has left Bran Stark confined to a wheelchair. Ned had spared no expense when it came to the medical care for his son. The doctor bills and the cost of the special chair had cost a tidy sum that led Ned to take a loan from the Lannister Bank in town.

With the payment coming due and the lack of enough hands to harvest the crops and get the cattle ready for the long drive to Kings Landing for the market, Robb had to sell his soul to Walder Frey for the price of the hand of one of his plain daughters. The old man has kept his word and provided enough of his sons to help with the harvest and the upcoming cattle drive. All Robb has to do is marry one of his daughters on his return from Kings Landing.

Robb hadn't much cared at the time. His only concern was for the preservation of his family's home. He didn't want the greedy Lannisters to get a hold of the prime piece of land that has been in his family for generations. He blames the Lannisters for his father's death even if he can't prove it yet. He knew the moment his dad joined the posse to look for the bandit that kill Jon Arryn no good would come out of it.

Sherriff Jamie Lannister had brought Ned's body back to Winterfell slung over his horse Zeus with a smug look on his face like the cat that ate the canary. Robb wanted to go after him but his mother put a stop to that saying now was not the time for revenge. That he needed to be patient and take care of Winterfell first to keep the greedy lions from taking their land. Winter was coming after all.

It seems like the moment Mayor Robert Baratheon was shot during a poker game at the saloon a series of terrible events had befallen the Stark family. First Ned Stark's surrogate father was killed by a mysterious bandit that just so happened to also push his son Bran in front of a speeding stage coach. That same bandit was said to of got the best of Ned Stark and put a bullet in his head. None of these incidents made sense. In Robb's mind it all circled back to golden family, the Lannisters.

Now because of his father's death Robb has to marry a complete stranger instead of the women he is in love with. Talisa is Doc Luwin's niece and had come from New York to work as a nurse for her aging uncle. The doc had been coming out to Winterfell ranch to check up on Bran and brought Talisa with him. The moment Robb's icy blue eyes met Talisa's chocolate brown ones it was love at first sight.

Catelyn had stayed quite at first but soon realized that her son was seriously thinking about wedding Talisa. Catelyn had to remind her son of his deal with Walder on numerous occasions and each time Robb had just ignored her warnings about double crossing the old man. Finally Catelyn had to do what any mother would and approached the younger woman and reveal her sons betrothal to another.

Catelyn had tearful explained the debt that needed to be paid and how dangerous Walder Frey could be if Robb didn't honor his promise to wed one of his daughters. Talisa at first could not think of losing Robb but eventually the guilt of causing any undue hardship for the Stark family had led her to make the decision to leave and go back to New York. It broke her heart to leave without saying a word to Robb but she knew that if she saw him again she would not be able to walk away from him.

The sound of heavy footsteps alerts Catelyn to her son's presence. She looks at her son and her heart aches for him. She wants to embrace her son but Robb gives her a stony look before heading outside. Catelyn silently follows him out to the waiting buckboard wagon. Theon Greyjoy, one of the hands on the ranch has hitched the horses to the wagon for their journey into town.

At least Catelyn will get to see Sansa at church. The young red head had married a month prior to Tyrion Lannister much to Catelyn's chagrin. Tywin had insisted Sansa marry his dwarf son after she had abruptly ender her engagement to his grandson Joffrey. At first Catelyn had vehemently denied the request but oddly Sansa had agreed. Catelyn couldn't for the life of her understand why Sansa had readily agreed to the match but she was sure it was due to the terrified look in her daughter's eyes whenever Joffrey Baratheon's name was mentioned.

Robb helps Arya and Rickon into the back of the buckboard wagon. Grey wind his direworlf nudges his leg while Shaggydog and Nymeria chase rabbits towards the barn. Summer is most likely watching over Bran as he sits under a tree by the pond. Robb pats the large canine on his head, gaining a little comfort from his four legged friend. Theon helps Catelyn up onto the front seat and Robb joins her and the takes the reigns.

Robb is silent the whole drive to town. His eyes never wavering from the road in front of him. The squabbling of his siblings in the back of the wagon keeps the silence from becoming too overbearing. He knows his mother wants to talk to him but he just can't seem to care at this point. Her betrayal is still too fresh for him to see reason.

As they approach town Theon rambles on how he plans to visit the saloon after the ceremony hoping to spend some time with Roz. Robb's thoughts turn to his half-brother Jon and how much he wishes he was here. Jon had left to join the Marshalls right before their father's death. Robb sorely needs his brother's quiet strength to help him get through this whole ordeal. The last letter he received from Jon had mentioned he was heading to the Montana territory with their uncle Benjen to track a gang of bandits calling themselves the wildlings.

Robb pulls up to the livery and parks his wagon. The blacksmith's apprentice Gendry greets the Stark Family. Robb notices how pink Arya cheeks have gotten and eyes the young man that is stealing glances at his baby sister. Any other day he would good naturedly joke with his sister but today he's just not up to feeling anything but the numbness that has settled deep inside him since Talisa left.

Catelyn ushers her family to the church to meet with the preacher before the ceremony. Walder Frey and several of his sons are standing outside the tall white building and the old man's lips curl into a cruel smirk at the sight of the Stark family. "Bout time y'all got here. Was ready to send some of my boys out to your spread and have'em drag you here."

Robb says nothing but glares daggers at the old smug bastard. Walder Frey knows he has the young wolf right where he wants him. To him it seemed a long time coming that the Starks finally was getting what they deserved. He always felt that Ned and his pretty little wife looked down on him but now they were indebted to him and would forever be tied to his family with this marriage.

Robb ignores the Frey men and makes his way into the church. He tries hard to ignore the looks of the congregation as he takes his place in front of the church. He especially tries not to look at the golden family of Westeros County, the Lannisters. Cersei, the mayor's widow seems to gloat as he waits miserably for his bride to be to walk down the aisle. Joffrey glares from his seat besides his new fiancé Miss Margery Tyrell. Absent from the front pew is his sister Sansa and her husband Tyrion. He spies the half man and his wife towards the back.

His mother and his siblings take their seats after his mother briefly talks to the preacher. She must have given the preacher the veil and silk lasso his father had used during their wedding ceremony. The preacher's plump wife bangs out a pretty little tune on the old piano as everyone in the church stands and turns towards the door. Robb swallows thickly as Theon gives him a hardy slap on the back. Robb had wanted Jon to stand as his best man but Theon being the next best thing has taken his place.

The door opens and Robb can see old man Frey in his shabby Sunday best suit seeming to drag the poor girl down the aisle. He notices she's wearing a pale yellow dress complete with a bustle and tons of ruffles and flounces. Her inky black hair is curled and piled high atop her head in the latest fashion. The expression on her face is that of a condemned prisoner. Oddly enough this makes Robb feel slightly better about this whole situation. It is mildly refreshing to see that the girl didn't particularly want to marry him as much as he didn't want to marry her. The young wolf didn't know if he could stand a love struck girl clinging to him all day.

Robb pulls at the collar of his best dress shirt which had been his dad's before him. His mother had taken it in slightly to fit his frame better. The string tie feels like a noose round his neck and his pressed dark trousers make him uncomfortable. Much like his youngest sister, Robb prefers his worn denim pants and flannel shirts. He's a cowboy through and through just like all the men in his family.

It seems to take an eternity for Walder to bring his bride to the front of the church. For the life of him Robb can't seem to remember the girl's name. He thinks it's something like Miriam but can't be entirely sure. He was too upset to care who his mother and Walder had decided on for him to marry. This would actually be the first time he would set eyes on his bride. Walder Frey had always kept a tight rein on his daughters, hardly letting them come to town functions.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" The preacher's sudden booming voice breaks Robb out of his thoughts and is made suddenly aware of his future wife's presence at his side.

"I do." Walder smugly announces as if he's the proudest dad in the world. The man is just happy the have one less mouth to feed.

Robb stiffly takes the short brunettes tiny hand in his own large calloused one. He finally takes a good look at her and is mildly surprised that she's not nearly as plain as her sisters. It dawns on him pretty quickly that this is Walder's half breed daughter Nerian. Years ago Walder had come back from a cattle drive in Texas with a Mexican bride as his fourth wife. The young female barely spoke English and it was pretty clear she hadn't wanted to marry the old man but was forced into the marriage.

Rosa Maria had been her name and after ten years of marriage and five children the Spanish girl had died in childbirth along with her newborn son leaving her daughter to take care of her four brothers. Walder didn't waste much time in marrying his next wife. Two days after the funeral he married a simple teenage girl whose parents needed money to feed the rest of their large brood.

Nerian and her brothers are hardly accepted by Walder's other children and the people in town especially the Lannisters. They have always looked down on them because of their mother's heritage. The Starks are more accepting of different people so Robb has no problem marrying her. He just doesn't think he could love her because his heart already belongs to someone else.

The reluctant bride and groom turn their attention toward the preacher and listen to him drone on how marriage is a sacred bond and shouldn't be entered into lightly. Robb can hardly keep from comparing Nerian to Talisa. His new bride is too short, too curvy, her hair a shade too dark and her skin too tan. Talisa was tall, slender and her hair a beautiful shade of mahogany that complimented her olive skin tone. Talisa's eyes were deep pools of chocolate brown and could leave him breathless. Robb wasn't even sure what color his wife's eyes are.

"It's time for the veil and the lasso." The preacher motions to Theon and one of Nerian's sisters. Robb tries to ignore Theon's smirk as the blonde man ties his hand to his bride's hand. Nerian's sister gently places the veil on Robb's and her shoulders. He finally turns to face his bride completely and notices the determined look on her round face.

Robb looks down into her large almond shaped eyes that he notes are a light shade of golden honey. Thick lashes frame her eyes and kiss the tops of her rounded cheeks when she blinks. Her nose is small and straight with a light dusting of freckles and her tiny rosebud mouth is full with the top lip slightly larger than the bottom one. She is plain but not entirely bad to look at.

"Let the lasso bind you for eternity. Let the veil bless your marriage and keep you both protected from anything that would try to bring asunder your holy union. Now it is time for you to say the words that will join your two families." The preacher patiently waits for the couple to speak their vows.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger…I am his/hers and he/she is mine from this day until the end of my days." Both speak in unison and for a moment Robb wishes someone will speak out to end this farce of a wedding but no one does.

"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." The preacher looks expectantly as Robb swallows roughly. He stiffly leans towards his wife and opts to place a soft kiss to the corner of her full lips not wanting to take her first kiss in front of a room full of people. That was better left for a time when they were alone and people like the Lannisters weren't watching.

From then on it's a blur. The church ladies swoop in and practically drag the newlyweds outside to the lawn of the church where a picnic feast has been prepared. Walder spares no expense on the food or linens covering the tables and the blankets spread out on the dark green grass. The old man wants to prove that he is just as good as any of the other ranch families in the territory.

The whole congregation is enjoying the food and a chance to socialize before heading back to their own farms. Sana approaches her brother to offer him her congratulations on his marriage, her dwarf husband trailing behind her protectively. Robb notices how much more at ease his sister seems. The scared look in her eyes has gone. The tall red head and her short husband make an odd pair but neither seem to pay any mind to the stares. Sansa appears content to be at Castley Rock ranch with Tyrion away from the rest of the Lion family.

"Congratulations brother. I hope you are as happy as I am." Sansa hugs Robb tightly and enjoys the safe feeling her brother's hugs have always given her.

"Are you happy, Sansa?" A tiny smile tugs at her lips as she glances back to her husband. Tyrion has stopped to speak with his ranch foreman Bronn before the man heads to spend the night at Baelish's saloon.

"I believe so. He's kind to me and keeps me safe. I don't love him but I think I might someday." Sansa gives Robb one more hug before leaving with her husband.

All the men come and congratulate Robb on getting hitched. Walder makes a crude comment on how Nerian is built for making babies like her mother and if she's anything like her Robb would enjoy bedding the hot bloodied Spanish girl. Robb glares daggers at the old man and wishes he could drink something stronger like whiskey than the tea punch that his mom has made.

Robb looks across the lawn and sees Nerian is mobbed by the ladies from the church, probably terrifying the young woman about tales of the upcoming wedding night. Theon sidles up next to Robb and pushes a flask into his hand. "Looks like you could use a shot." Theon smirks slightly at the grimace Robb makes as he feels the burn of the whiskey as it slides down his throat warming him from the inside out.

"I needed that." Robb takes a deep breath and slowly releases it as he can feel the whiskey relaxing him a little.

"No problem brother. At least you didn't get stuck with fat Walda." Theon chuckles loudly as Robb looks a little alarmed at the thought.

All too quickly it seems the time has come for the newlyweds to head back to Winterfell Ranch. Nerian's brothers have already placed her trunk and valise in the back of Robb's wagon. Catelyn, Arya and Rickon are staying the night in town at his Aunt Lysa's boarding house to give Robb and Nerian some privacy. Theon is staying also but at the Saloon to spend the night with Roz.

"Osha and Hodor have taken Bran to the cabin by the pond for the night." Catelyn tells Robb as she gently hugs him. Robb doesn't return her hug but lets his mother hold on to him for a few moments longer. "Be kind to her son. She isn't to blame for any of this. In fact she's the most innocent in all of this. Walder just offered her up like a prized heifer. The poor girl is terrified you're going to hate her."

"You know I could never hurt her mother. I just don't think I could ever love her is all." Catelyn looks at her son with sad blue eyes. She hopes that someday he would love his wife just like his father had loved her.

Walder makes a show of helping his daughter into the wagon Gendry has brought to the church. The old man gives him a rough hand shake before telling Robb he'll be stopping by Winterfell in the morning to make sure the young wolf bedded his wife. Walder didn't want to give Robb a chance to annul the marriage before the consummation. Walder wanted proof so he could show the whole town that his daughter was an innocent before getting married.

Robb internally cringes at the thought. He wanted to spend this night with Talisa but now he will have to take Nerian's virginity. The girl in question looks absolutely terrified and barely meets his gaze when he hops up on the bench seat of the wagon. Nerian looks back and waves sadly to her sisters and brothers as Robb snaps the reigns to get his two horses moving.

The ride back to Winterfell is tense and silent except for a few comments about the niceness of the weather and how dry the roads are. Robb takes the time to figure out how to come to terms with the fact that Talisa is lost to him forever. He hardly notices the lingering stare of his new wife.

Nerian tries to gage the mood of her husband but his face shows no emotion. Only his striking blue eyes reveal the turmoil he must be going through. She tries several times to start a conversation with the silent man but only receives clipped answers. Half way to Winterfell Ranch she gives up and just holds tighter to the casserole the preacher's wife has given to her so she doesn't have to cook on her wedding day.

"This is Winterfell coming up." Nerian jumps at the rough sound of her husband's voice. She looks towards where he points to and marvels at the beauty of the land. Her father's ranch is a decent size but a little run down compared to Winterfell.

He points out his property line as they pass it and Nerian stares at the open expanse of land. There is barbed wire fences that come up to the road and she can see a herd of cattle grazing in the field. "There are so many." Robb is struck by the smoky quality of her voice. It's soothing and a part of him finds it attractive.

"This is one small portion of the herd. I keep them divided up into ten sections for grazing." Robb takes pride in his land and the quality of cattle he breeds.

It's a full five minutes before they pull up to the main house. It's a large white two story house with pretty blue shutters and window boxes full of dainty flowers. The porch wraps around the whole house and a lovely swing and rocking chairs make it look like an inviting place to spend the evening sipping tea punch and watching the sun set. Nerian can tell that Catelyn Stark has done a wonderful job making the house feel like a home. The house she grew up in seems downright gloomy compared to the wonder of Winterfell.

A lean cowboy in dusty denim pants and leather chaps waits for them to stop the wagon in front of the house. Robb pulls the break and hands the reigns to the man. "A man would like to congratulate another man on his wedding day." Nerian seems confused by the way the foreign cowboy speaks but Robb doesn't seem to mind.

"Thank you Jaqen. This is my wife Nerian." Robb quickly helps Nerian from the wagon and tries not to notice how soft her waist feels in his hands. Robb notices grey wind saunter off towards the pond and he can tell the animal is not pleased with this new addition to the family. It will take some time for him to warm up to Nerian.

Nerian gives the cowboy a bright smile and Robb notices for the first time a dimple in her right cheek. "A bride would like to thank a man for his well wishes." Jaqen seems pleased by her comment. For the first time in a long time Robb laughs. Arya is the only one that talks to Jaqen in third person. She is very fond of the German cowboy.

Nerian smiles warmly at the sound of her husband's laugh. It's the first time she has seen him without the angry scowl marring his handsome face. Nerian gathers up her skirts in one hand and holds tight to the casserole in the other and makes her way up the steps and onto the porch as Robb and Jaqen take her trunk and valise out of the wagon. The german cowboy jumps into the wagon with ease and drives it to the barn so he can unhitch the horses.

Suddenly it becomes very awkward again. Nerian doesn't know what to say so the tiny brunette stares patiently at her brooding husband. "I'll bring your trunk up later. Let me show you the house." Robb grabs her valise and opens the door for her. Nerian frowns slightly but follows her husband inside. Her sister Roslyn had told her that a husband was supposed to carry his wife over the threshold but apparently Robb was not going to be that type of husband to her.

Robb takes the casserole dish from Nerian and places it on the counter near the cook stove. A few pieces of wood are stacked neatly beside it. The kitchen is large and thankfully has a pump inside for water. Nerian hated having to drag buckets of water into the house. It was a chore she will definitely not miss. The shelves are organized and the large wooden table in the middle with a red checked table cloth makes the room feel homey.

Robb takes her through the rest of the house and with each room Nerian can tell that this is a home full of love. There is a formal sitting room and a family room as well as Robb's brother Bran's room on the first floor. The second floor is where the rest of the bedrooms are. Robb shows her what will be their shared room until he can fix up the cabin by the pond. He explains where the food cellar is located and how to get to the outhouse.

Robb leaves Nerian to change and freshen up while he finishes his evening chores. Just because it's his wedding day doesn't mean that there isn't still work to be done on the ranch. Nerian pours some water from the pitcher into the large porcelain basin on the wash stand. She uses the orange blossom scented soap that her sister Hazel gave to her as a wedding gift.

Nerian quickly strips off her pretty yellow wedding dress along with the bustle and the several layers of petticoats that make the skirt of her dress look full. She quickly washes her hands and face and sponges down the rest of her body. She removes the numerous pins from her long dark hair. She brushes out the tangles in her natural waves and plaits her locks into a single braid down her back.

Nerian pulls out a simple pink calico work dress and apron from her valise and dresses quickly. It's a relief for her not to have to put back on the bustle and petticoats. She gently folds up her wedding dress that her two sisters, Roslyn and Hazel helped her to sew and places it into her valise along with the petticoats and bustle. Once she is done Nerian makes her way back down to the kitchen.

Nerian stokes the fire in the stove to make it warmer so she can heat up the casserole. While that is warming Nerian looks around the kitchen and acquaints herself with the layout. She soon finds where the plates and silverware are stored and sets the table. She looks out the window and can tell her husband will be coming in soon for his evening meal.

Just as Nerian is pulling the casserole out of the oven and pouring water in both of their glasses Robb walks into the kitchen and stops short at the domestic scene playing out in front of him. Robb is a little uneasy at how at home Nerian looks in the kitchen with her dark hair braided down her back and an apron on while serving dinner.

Robb quietly goes to the sink and pumps some water to wash his hands with. Nerian takes her seat at the table and waits patiently for her husband. After Robb says a quick prayer the two eat in uncomfortable silence. Robb clears the dishes from the table and places them into the sink to soak and be washed in the morning. Robb knows it's time to do his duty and take his wife to bed but he can't seem to make his legs move.

Nerian summons all the courage she can and takes her husband's rough hand in her small one. She looks at him from under lowered lashes and Robb can't deny that there is something appealing about his new bride. She was no Talisa and he didn't have to love her to enjoy having her warm his bed.

He pulls her closer and places a kiss at the corner of her mouth not wanting to kiss her lips just yet. Something about that just seems too personal for him at this moment. He continues to kiss the soft skin of her neck and the subtle citrus sent of the soap she uses causes him to hold her tighter in his arms. Her body is rounder and softer than Talisa's and he wonders if he will always compare Nerian to her.

The soft moan that escapes her spurs Robb into action and the man quickly drags his wife upstairs to his room. Nerian is breathless by the time the door closes behind them. Robb can't help but be attracted to the way his wife blushes at his touch. Her caramel cheeks are tinged a pretty shade of pink making her seem prettier than she looked earlier.

Robb slowly unbuttons the top of her pink dress and Nerian closes her eyes tightly. Her eldest sister Myra had explained to her about her wifely duties but Nerian can barely recall he sister's advice. Her father on the other hand had told her to simply lie back and spread her legs and let her husband do what he needed to till he was done. Needless to say Walder's words this his daughter did little to ease her fears.

The fabric of her dress falls away from her curvy frame leaving her standing in front of her husband in nothing but her corset, chemise and bloomers. Robb sees her nervousness and tries to calm her fears. He brings her closer to his chest and kisses the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I promise I'll never hurt you but I can't promise it won't be painful for you this time."

Nerian nods her head shakily and tries to take a deep breath as Robb traces his fingertip along the swell of her full breasts. He loosens the strings of her corset and Nerian musters as much courage as she can and lets the garment fall to the ground atop of her dress. Nerian bites her bottom lip and shakily begins to unbutton Robb's cotton shirt. Robb watches her with hooded eyes as she runs her tiny hands up his lean muscled chest and over his strong shoulders divesting him of his shirt. He catches both of her small wrists in his hands and leads her to the bed.

Nerian pulls back the covers and stiffly lies back. She averts her eyes as Robb fully unclothes the rest of his body. He carefully removes her stockings and bloomers leaving her only in her lace trimmed chemise. Nerian tenses up and fists the fabric of the sheets in her hands when he climbs on top of her and nudges open her legs with his knee. He kisses her neck and cups her full breast in his palm. He continues to place warm kisses on her neck and shoulder but nothing seems to relax her.

Nerian grips his shoulders tightly as he slowly positions himself against her most sacred spot. Robb skims his hand down her side all the way to the back of her bare thigh pushing her chemise up to expose more of her smooth warm flesh. He pulls her leg higher up on his hip just trying to get closer to her soft warm body. Nerian yelps in surprise at the feel of his hard length pressed so close to her womanly opening.

Robb buries his face in her neck as he pushes deep inside his wife, pass the barrier of her maidenhead. Nerian bites her lip to keep from screaming out. A single tear escapes her honey colored eyes. "I'm sorry." Robb slowly pulls out and rocks his hips gently trying to ease Nerian's pain. She just clutches his shoulders tightly as Robb thrusts harder into her as he pulls her leg higher up on his hip.

Before long Robb is nearing his finish and all Nerian can do is hold tight to her husband. The pain has lessened but she's still uncomfortably stretched beyond anything she has ever felt before. Robb rocks his hips more forcefully and a breathy name falls from his lips and he spills his seed deep inside her womb. Talisa.

Nerian tenses up at the sound of the other woman's name. She's no fool. She's heard the stories of the beautiful nurse from New York. It takes all her willpower not to let her tears fall. Robb knows his mistake the moment her names leaves his mouth. He quickly rolls off his wife and can see the hurt in her large honey eyes.

"I'm…I didn't…" Robb begins to stammer but there are no words that can make this better.

"Don't. Please don't." The quiver in her voice makes Robb's stomach drop. The tiny brunette turns quietly away from him and pulls the covers tightly around herself. All Robb can do is stare up at the ceiling as his wife quietly cries herself to sleep.

The guilt burns deep inside his chest and somehow Robb thinks that this is just another thing the Lannisters are guilty of ruining. If they hadn't killed his father he wouldn't have had to make that deal with Walder and give up his Talisa. Nerian would still be at home with her family and not married to a man that can't stop loving someone else. Robb swears right then and there he will make the Lannisters pay for all the pain they have caused his family. Like his father had always said, winter is coming.