Another chapter and this time its Robb/Naomi centered. (: Hope you all like it. It was hard for me to write this chapter.

NAOMI sat in her room that she shared with her husband and worked on her embroidery. From time to time she would have company from Sansa but today her only company was Ella and that was enough.

"What do you think?" Naomi asked holding up her latest work.

She had decided that she would make a brown pouch for Arya to carry things in. Knowing that she wasn't big on pretty girls things she decided to put the House of Stark's animal on it, a direwolf. She was nearly done with it and couldn't wait to give Arya her gift.

Ella nodded. "It's very pretty my lady."

"Thank you." Naomi smiled and continued sewing.

Naomi was not an excellent sewer but she got by. She had patience enough to stop and redo it if she didn't find it pleasing or what she wanted. Her mother had taught her that to be a good wife one had to know how to sew. She hated embroidery and would beg her mother to allow her to go outside and play. But her mother told her that she would thank her one day and wouldn't be for long. Naomi smiled at the thought of her being a troublesome girl when she was younger.

"What are you thinking about?" Ella asked.

"How my mother nearly had to have you hold me down when we did embroidery." Naomi smirked.

Ella laughed at the memories too. "You were a wicked child, always giving your mother some trouble in one form or another."

"Naomi giving someone trouble? Never." Robb smiled entering the room.

Both women looked to the door to find Robb standing there with his arms crossed and a wide smile on his face. Ella bowed her head in respect as Naomi gave him a smile. "There was one time my mother had a guard stand in front of the door so that I couldn't escape. I hated embroidery."

Robb laughed, imagining his wife as a little girl with a scowl on her face sewing. He could see why Arya had took such a strong liking to her they were both the same. But if Naomi had turned out the way she is now there was still hope for Arya. He would have to tell his mother the good news.

"I would love to hear more stories from your childhood." Robb said watching her reaction closely.

Ella too turned to look at Naomi and what she would say or do. She hoped that Naomi would nod and tell more stories but her wish did not come true. Naomi just gave one of her soft small smiles and went back to sewing, saying nothing more. If only Naomi opened and talked more the faster she would be able to enjoy her new found happiness.

Robb sighed, uncrossing his arms. "Are we ever going to talk about it?"

"What?" Naomi asked quietly.

"Your childhood, your life in Morpeth." Robb took a breath. "The raid."

Naomi shook her head trying to get him to end it. She didn't want to go down this road nor did she wish to. Robb had been patient with her never pushing her into talking about her life before here but lately he had begun hinting to it. Ella too had pushed her open up to Robb, telling her it wasn't wise for her to keep everything bottled up. Although Ella was there in Morpeth during the raid she still didn't know exactly what happened to Naomi and what she saw.

"You're going to have to talk about it eventually, Naomi." Robb said and nodded to Ella as she left to give the couple privacy.

"Not now." Naomi answered.

"When?" Robb asked.

"I don't know." Naomi shook her head.

Robb sighed and shook his head. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know." Naomi snapped and stopped sewing looking up at her husband. "What do you want from me Robb?"

"I want you tell me about the raid in Morpeth. I want to know about what you went through so that maybe I could help you." Robb moved closer to the bed, his voice just as strong and practically yelling.

"I can't do that! That door is closed Robb as much as you want to open it. It's bolted shut." Naomi yelled, tears brimming her eyes.

"Damn it Naomi!" Robb punched one of the pillows on the bed sending it flying across the room and hitting the opposite wall.

They stood in silence both breathing hard. Their first fight as husband and wife and Naomi wondered if they would all be like this, draining energy from her. Without a word Naomi passed Robb and walked out the bedroom door shutting it tight and walked down the long corridor. She ignored the stares of some of the servants that had been nearby to hear the shouting. She began to feel more suffocated and moved quickly to go outside on the balcony.

The air felt good on her face as Naomi took deep breaths. Lord and Lady Stark usually watched Bran practice archery from here, proud smiles upon their faces. Shaking her head Naomi placed her hands on the rail of the balcony and looked out at all the people wandering about. The sun had nearly set and taking along with it her happy mood.

"This is a good place to lose yourself in your thoughts."

Naomi jumped, turning to look at who had joined her. "Lord Stark." She bowed her head respectively.

"Sorry if I startled you." Ned answered and walked out to stand beside her.

She smiled slightly and looked back out across the courtyard. Silence overcame them both and Naomi felt as she was with Robb all over again. She wondered if he had heard Robb and Naomi fighting.

"For a quiet girl you have quite the yelling voice." Ned answered her thoughts. "Or at least I've been told."

Naomi's cheeks blushed as Ned laughed softly at her embarrassment. "Don't fret Naomi, fighting is normal between spouses. The Gods know how many fights Cate and I have had over the years. Some will be pitiful and others will be quite the argument." He sighed. "I've learned that the ones that hurt the most are the fights that you have to work harder through and bring you closer."

Naomi listened quietly, picking at the wood on the rail. It was so rough under the touch of her soft fingertips. "But I've also learned," Ned continued, "that talking about your demons and fears with your other half helps greatly. They help to take on some of the weight so it isn't so hard."

"It's scary." Naomi said after a moment.

"Yes it is." Ned replied. "But to talk about the past helps to bring the long awaited future."

Naomi looked across to the walls of Winterfell that kept so much in and so much out. The hard wooden doors were bolted during the night for safety, keeping the shadows at bay. But then they always opened in the morning.

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