Here is my second instalment of my fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. This chapter is mostly Clara and Robb.
Without further ado, here it is. The second chapter.

As moonlight began to pour through the window of the Stark's castle and into Robb's chamber, he began to wonder who the sleeping girl was. She seemed so fragile, as she slept with no troubles. The man- the Doctor- had told him exactly what to do if she woke. She would be startled, yes, but she would not run. Only question.

The man himself had retired, too tired to do anything else. He admired the man for bringing her here. He wondered whether he was some relative of hers. An uncle? Older but wiser brother? A family member by marriage, perhaps? He wondered. But surely, if he was anything such as that, why would he care for her so much.

He had heard her mumble in her sleep every so often, rarely picking up the tongue that she spoke in. It was as if she was in another place, in her mind, and she was using the language to reconnect. He often wondered what that language was. He wondered if it was the Dothraki tribe's native tongue, as he had had the name 'Danny' tumble from her lips time and again. But the Doctor had sworn that he had no allegiance to anyone but the brunette.

He had his servants lay out his best fur blanket for her, and he himself had made sure she could be kept warm. He knew it was getting colder. Another winter was dawning. And he knew exactly from which horizon it would come. And whether he would be one of the survivors.

He heard a mumbling and he turned from his standing position near the window, to look at the olive skinned brunette. He walked over, frowning, to see this time what she could be mumbling about. But this time was different. Her eyelids were flickering and her head was moving.

Her eyes snapped open.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Came as an instinctive avalanche over him. He looked at her. He debated whether he should have fled from the room but he remembered the words that the Doctor had told him less than two hours previously. 'Be kind, be careful- and make sure she doesn't punch you'.

"I am Robb Stark, Lord of the North." He sat down on the bed and watched the girl sit up, confusion and caution in her eyes. "Have nothing to fear. Your friend is sleeping in the next room, your excursion has… tired him to say the least." He looked at her, her brown doe eyes connecting with his deep blue eyes. "You were unconscious and your friend decided you needed sleep." He explained.

"Robb Stark?" She questioned. He nodded. She nodded. "I'm sure I've heard your name before. Somewhere in a book perhaps?" Robb looked confused. He was not written anywhere. Why would he be? He was of no importance yet.
"Since my father died, people have called me King of the North. I raised rebellion down in King's Landing. That is probably where you have heard of my name, My Lady." He said, looking at his furs that her feet were moving underneath.

"Sorry, can you pretend I'm not from around here and elaborate on that?" She asked, a curiosity in her eyes that made Robb smile and blush underneath his stubble. He rubbed the affected area to mask it as he saw her smile for the first time. That smile… he thought to himself. It was as beautiful as all the stars that he used to watch at night. It was beautiful. She… was beautiful. "What are you staring at?" She questioned.

"Oh, sorry… sorry… what was the er… the er…." Robb looked over to her as she sat up properly, her hair trailing past her chest. She smiled slightly smaller, which revealed her dimples. "The er… the question? Was it?" He asked and she laughed softly. He grinned.

"I asked you to elaborate. I'm not familiar with 'King's Landing'. Is it a place?" She asked, biting her lip to conceal a grin. He looked down and then back up at her.

"King's Landing is-" The door was pushed open, to reveal the man- the Doctor- eating an apple. The girl's head shot up, smiling more as she saw her friend enter.

"Ah! Clara! You're awake- sorry about the excursion to Dromaro. Won't happen again. I promise. And I certainly didn't mean for you to get hit over the head." He said, throwing her an apple. "Did bring this up for Curly here but he'll get his own." He said, looking at Robb with a trusting smile.

"What… what were you saying about King's Landing, Robb?" Clara asked, an intrigue to her voice, now that her friend had arrived. She took a bite of the apple and munched quietly, her dimples showing as she ate.

"King's Landing's like modern day London, Clara. All the towns and cities, but there's one main place. Similar to what London is for us." He took another bite of his apple, waiting for her to acknowledge and absorb all of the information that he had given to her in comparison to London.

"Anyway, you sound like you're from up here, Miss Clara." Robb interjected, smiling. He knew a native Northern accent when he heard it, and while her friend was not from around these parts, he knew she definitely was. She smiled softly, if not in confusion as the Doctor stepped forward.

"Similar to Lancashire and Yorkshire and Lincolnshire at home." He said, trying to keep his words as subtle to Robb as possible. Robb frowned, looking from the brunette, to the old silver haired man who stood before him. He looked back to Clara.

"What are these places that you speak of? London? Lancashire, Yorkshire? Lincolnshire? Where are all these places?" He asked. Clara smiled and then opened her mouth, then not knowing what to say, she looked at the Doctor, trying to string along some words that may make any sense to Robb. She fumbled with her ring and she looked at him.

"Where we come from is different from the places you know of, in the Seven Kingdoms, Starky. We come from different lands." The Doctor answered. Robb nodded, looking at Clara. Clara smiled and he stood swiftly from his seated position on the end of the bed. He bowed to Clara.

"Well, whatever you are, you're still a native to me." He said, cupping her cheek for a brief second before she smiled. "I'll leave you both to talk." He said, before swiftly exiting the room. Clara looked to the Doctor, who sat on the bed, eating the last parts of the apple. He seemed to have an enthusiasm for finishing.

"Explain. Why was I asleep? Why are we here and what the hell did you tell him to get him to trust you?" She asked. The Doctor looked at the open window and drew back the hand holding the apple, throwing it out of the window. "Doctor! That could hit someone!" She nudged him lightly.

"Relax. You were hurt and so was I. He stumbled across me and I told a white lie about travelling to Winterfell. He took us in once we were sure we had no allegiance to a family called the Lannisters. Not a nasty bunch apparently. Killed his father and paralysed his brother. Don't know why we'd want to be anything to do with them." He finished for a second.

"Paralysed his brother?" She asked, looking at the Doctor. The Doctor nodded, pointing to the window and frowning also.

"What did I do with my apple?" He asked. He mimed throwing it out and she cupped her mouth in shock as he looked back at her. He blinked and then stood. "I should leave you to rest."

"No. I want to leave… it may be comfy but I'd rather be anywhere than a dark room." She said, sitting up after he had pushed her down to lie.

"Clara. It's midnight. I think you should sleep." She still tried sitting up. The Doctor rolled his eyes and touched her forehead with his index finger. She fell back against the bed, sleeping. "Like I said. Dad skills." He whispered, before tucking her in and kissing her forehead lightly. He left the room quietly and left her to a peaceful night's sleep…

R+R!