Talisa

That night in the inn was difficult for Talisa. She had not been without Robb in months. She missed his steady heartbeat beneath her head as they fell asleep, each thump creating the perfect white noise. She could not even begin to pretend that Catelyn's soft snores were her husband's light-as-feather breaths. The small inn room was clean enough and there were two beds, which was all Talisa could really ask for.

But she was uncomfortable because Robb and the stranger Casidhe shared a room to make their storied marriage appear real—she was not worried that Robb would share the woman's bed. At least, Talisa tried not to think about her worry. Robb was honorable to a fault, yes; yet, Robb was not Ned. Robb had promised that she was his one and only, and she would have to take him at his word. It was his child that she carried—her son would be the first and most important Stark heir. That was what really mattered.

When Talisa finally drifted to sleep, she dreamt of wolves with green eyes and a bridge crossing blood red water.