Margaery was exhausted. She had done a full forty-eight hour rotation in the pediatric surgery ward and it was enough to make her heart hurt. All reason said she should have been able to fall into bed and fall quickly and firmly to sleep and yet, now, in the middle of the night, sleep eluded her. She growled and tossed and turned, squishing her pillow this way and that way, trying to find the right spot in bed, even covering her head to darken the already pitch black room.

It was all Robb's fault. He had to go and get her all used to sharing a bed and cuddling on her worst days, bringing her strong coffee on mornings when she didn't want to move, or letting her hide her face in his chest when she lost a patient. That would be all well and good if he were actually here, but no, Mr. Perfect had to hit it big and go off on tour with his cousin, sister, and foster brother.

She growled again, causing Grey Wind, the couples's wolfdog, to whine and climb up on the bed beside her. Grey Wind nosed pointedly at her iPod charging near her bed, and Margaery groaned in answer. She wanted to be stronger than this, not some pining girlfriend, but sleep was a bigger necessity than pride at the moment. After all, who would tell, Grey Wind? She clicked play.

"Hey sweetheart. I know this tour is a huge thing for us, but I want you to know I'll be thinking of you, no matter where in Westeros I am….shut up, Theon!…So I got everyone to agree to make this for you, in the hopes you won't forget me while I'm gone and fall for some dashing doctor." Robb's voice made her smile, despite the amount of times she had heard this.

"You mean she finally comes to her senses and dumps your arse." Theon snarked.

"I know where you sleep, Theon." Arya snapped in return.

"Yeah, you know Margaery saved your arse the last time you shagged the wrong groupie." Jon added. "You piss her off and she may not slip you those broad-spectrum antibiotics next time."

"Would you guys shut up?!" Robb's voice asked plaintively. "I'm trying to be romantic here!"

Obediently, The Direwolves quieted down, and the room filled with acoustic versions of their album, and Margaery felt herself relax, listening to Robb singing washing the tension of a horrible day from her body. She fell asleep by the third song, wrapped in dreams where they were together again.