Hola, dear readers! I decided to try my hands at a GoT fanfiction. I've just recently gotten into the fandom (Thanks YouTube) and I'm absolutely in love with Robb. So I decided to try and do the story justice. Be warned, I've only read about 20 chapters of A Song of Ice and Fire and have only seen bits and pieces of the show, so my knowledge of the world and characters is pretty limited.

I will be doing a rewrite of this at some point, heaven knows it needs one, but I'm in the middle of prepping for Camp NaNo this April and have lost interest for the time being. If I get enough interest on FanFiction and from my friends, I will continue writing and revising this whole series. I hope you guys enjoy!

There is a longer A/N at the bottom with more information about the backstory.

Her bleeding body cooled in his hands, her lips cold as he kissed them time and time again. Her eyes flew open as she grabbed his hand, placing it over her mangled womb. His hand rested upon the bloody ribbons of a tiny child.

"Robb! Robb!" The voice that pulled him away was not that of sweet Talisa. No, it was the woman who should have died in her place.

He did not turn to the thin, cold body behind him, nor did he reassure the bony hand on his shoulder, trembling from the cold.

"It was just a dream, go back to sleep." There was no warmth in his voice, no comfort or invitation to lay her shivering body closer to comfort him.

With a soft sigh, the woman rolled back over as Robb settled down to sleep. The girl slid out of the bed, letting the moonlight from the open shutters guide her way to a dressing gown and an unlit candle.

Robb's brow furrowed as she lit her candle and silently left their chambers. He rose slightly in their bed and stared at the closing door.

Miriel followed the lit path to Rickon's bedroom, Robb's little brother was her refuge when nights turned sleepless. Watching him sleep peacefully was a balm to her grief. Upon opening the heavy door, she was surprised to see his graceful mother already comforting a very much awake and distraught Stark child.

"Miriel?" Her eyes pierced the opening door with strength, alighting upon the figure clothed in a halo of white cloth and fur.

"My lady! I - I like to check on him when I am restless," she stood awkwardly as Catelyn studied her sharply.

"I should go," she whispered, turning to leave, thinking perhaps to sit in the cold snow outside until daybreak.

"Stay, my dear. I'm sure my son will not refuse your comfort."

Miriel drifted to the bed, hesitantly placing herself opposite of Catelyn. Awkwardly, she placed her hand on the shaking child's shoulder. Realizing her presence, Rickon blindly reached out and grasped her cold palm, shifting in his mother's arms while doing so. In time, his sobs lessened and soon diminished as his peaceful breathing alerted restful sleep.

Catelyn smiled at the precious child in her arms even as she settled him back under his furs and blankets. Looking up to the woman shifting in front of her, she spoke softly.

"I dreamt of his death again, and had to assure myself of his safety."

"It seems nightmares are taking us all this night." Lady Stark's eyebrows drew together in confusion. Miriel looked down, almost afraid to speak as she rested on the edge of a chair.

"He mourns her still, this woman I know nothing of." Smoldering anger marred the other woman's face.

"My son dishonored himself and his young wife by taking that woman as his mistress."

"He loved her," Miriel weakly defended.

"He should learn to love the woman he married, the woman who saved his kingdom."

"My father's knights saved Winterfell, Lady Catelyn." she murmured, not daring to meet the pitying gaze that latched onto her. "I had no part in their skill or heroism. I know nothing of warfare."

"You learned quickly enough," Catelyn stated, the heat and confidence in her voice causing a shudder to run through Miriel's frail body. "You rallied the North and led your father's knights. You drove the Ironborn from Winterfell and our lands; negotiating a peace treaty that will last for centuries. Your courage held Winterfell against the rebel Boltons. You starved yourself to save a people not your own."

Catelyn drifted forward to the downfallen woman in front of her, bending to draw her fingers against Miriel's chin and raise her face upwards.

"Your heroism and honor saved the North, that alone deserves my son's respect if not love. Talisa Maegyr did none of this." Her hand dropped, letting Miriel's face tilt back down as well. She cupped the soft silver head, threading her fingers through loose hair.

"I lost his heir, my lady. I failed my duty as his wife and queen."

"I will speak to my son," Catelyn said, the fury in her eyes mixing with her disgust, as she moved from Miriel's side and towards the door.

"No!" Miriel cried.

"Please, Catelyn!" she begged, the frail strain in her voice evident in the softness. "I do not wish for the discomfort of my wedding night so soon after the king's return. I will do my duty or happily die to give another the chance," she begged, her eyes downturned as Lady Stark drifted back to her side, a hand once more easing against her head. Miriel's gaze lifted again, her brilliantly colored eyes were blurred by tears.

"What was she like?" the muted woman muttered. She continued at Catelyn's confused stare.

"She would have borne him a son. Robb would have legitimized him; given him the Stark name. I would have loved him. I'd never have to bear his children. He would be a young babe by now, and he would have been like her."

"What was she like that made her easier to love than I?" she sobbed out, Catelyn threading her arms around her quickly.

"I gave him everything, why wasn't it enough? I never got to mourn him. I never had the chance to mourn my son. The only part of Robb I would ever have."

"Why do I deserve this?"

When Miriel returned to her husband's bedchamber late in the night, she didn't dare let her tears fall for fear of Robb's awakening. Even though his eyes were closed and breath steady. She slipped beneath the furs, staring at the moon's brightness.

As morning approached, Miriel's hazy exhausted mind was stunned to realize that Robb was still in their chambers. Not up early and gone by her awakening. Thinking perhaps he slept late to accommodate his restless night, Miriel feigned sleep to avoid the awkwardness of his presence.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she heard his footsteps come closer and closer to her. As their echo stopped a few feet from her head, her eyes flew open and her head lifted to stare at him with wide eyes. He'd never done this before.

The king stared at her impassively as he adjusted his shirt sleeves. There was no quirk of humor in his mouth, no hidden fury in his eyes, just cold neutrality.

Miriel dropped her head in guilt and closed her eyes, trying to drive his stare from her mind. He stood silently, watching her. The soft patter of his footfalls alerted his departure and the door slammed behind him. The tears fell from Miriel's eyes in his absence.

Please don't hate me! Or Robb... He'll get a chance to redeem himself, that is, if I ever finish writing this series...

Okay, the backstory:

Miriel is the daughter of a neutral house in Westeros. The kingdom is by the sea (I don't have the geography set in stone yet. I do know it will be somewhere on the East end)

Miriel's father decided to align his house with House Stark and finalized that agreement by marrying his only daughter to Robb

Shortly after their wedding, Robb learns of Theon's betrayal and sends Miriel North with some of her father's forces to liberate Winterfell (This is much earlier on in the war than in the books or TV Show)

About the time of Eddard Stark's death, Robb takes Talisa as his mistress, but since his wedding to Miriel was a secret that only a handful of people know about, Talisa has no idea that Miriel even exists, much less is Robb's wife

Winterfell is besieged by Ramsey Bolton who Robb sent North shortly after Miriel's departure to assist her in the recapture of Winterfell

The Red Wedding occurs and Robb almost dies, but is saved by Miriel's brother and her father's troops, however, Talisa and the child she had been carrying both die

Miriel also lost a child from the starvation due to the siege, but Robb doesn't know this yet

Robb wins the war and puts Stannis on the Iron Throne, Stannis agrees to keep the North and the South as separate kingdoms

This story takes place tentatively about four months after the end of the war

I would tell you more, but I want to keep some of it to myself should I choose to actually turn this into a novel. ;)

Please leave a review and let me know what you think! And if you would like to see this turned into a story.

Thank you so much for reading!

Winter is Coming,

Maria de Sanctos