Jaime Lannister was there. A nasty Lannister…

"Lady Jeyne…" he called.

She didn't answer.

He entered the room.

"Lady Jeyne."

She didn't say a word.

"Look at me" he said.

She looked at him.

"I'm here to take you away from this castle."

"I only go with him."

Jaime laughed.

"Girl, he won't come back…"

She was so frightened; he could see it on her face. Panic…only panic and love. She didn't want him for nothing, but love. And he felt pity of her.

"Lady Jeyne, come with me. Now."

She started to cry and ran away. She ran to the garden and hidden somewhere behind a tree. She raised her eyes to sky and tried to find the Sun. It was there, but it was cold. So cold….inside her soul. She cried and cried and embraced her legs and fell on the ground.

"Jeyne?"

"Robb?"

"I'm here, Jeyne. What's happen?"

"They say you are dead."

"No I'm not."

She glanced at him. Robb was there, looking at her with his blue/grey eyes.

"They said…"

"They don't know…"

"Where are you, my love?"

"I'm here with you" he said, holding her hands.

She rose from the ground and kissed him. That was a passionate kiss. And it felt so good…!

"More, Robb…more…!" she whispered while he was kissing her neck.

"Jeyne…Jeyne…" he was saying between the kisses.

He grabbed her hair and kissed her mouth again, consuming her lips and flesh.

"Robb…"

"My perfect queen…my winter's queen. You'll be mine forever and ever."

"Yes. We are together Robb. No one can split us apart. No one."

"No Frey…no Lannister."

"I love you my King Robb."

She started to take his shirt, but then he flew from her arms, like a ghost.

"ROBB?"

No one answered her. She was alone.

"Hello? ROBB?"

And she was in the darkness, surrounded by men: men in war metal suits and swords playing in their hands. One of those men was with a bow and he was putting arrows on it. She heard the biggest scream of all her life. It was from a woman. Her hair was auburn and she was holding a young man by his neck.

"Kill him and I kill this one!" she screamed, crying and pointing a knife to his throat.

But the old man didn't care about it and she saw the arrow flying across the great room. No…it couldn't be…

"ROBB?" she screamed, running as fast as she could.

The woman killed the young man with a scream of rage and anger. Her face turned pale, while she was doing that, but she didn't stop. His son…his son…

Her husband. Her king.

"STOP!" but no one heard her. She was screaming to the void.

"Lady Catelyn? They…" she asked, looking at Robb.

But then, some men ran at her and grabbed her. She didn't stop screaming and, with her nails, cut all her face. They didn't know what to do, but the old man said them to kill her too.

"NO!" she screamed in vain, holding Robb in her arms "Robb? ROBB!"

"What are you doing here?"

Oh no…she had fell asleep in the garden.

"Mother…"

"You're crying. Crying for him! Stop with that. Now you will merry some important lord; you can't do that."

"I won't merry any of those lords! I'm Robb's wife, forever…!"

Lady Sybell slapped her in the face. Jeyne looked her in the eyes and said:

"Robb is mine, forever!"

She slapped her again.