Author's Note: A little drabble outlining how I wish the morning after the night before had gone down at the Crag (and if Maege Mormont had been there). Sorry Jeyne!

In the Cold Light of Day

There was a knock on the chamber door and Robb stopped the pacing that he had been doing since before dawn, trying to think everything through as the realisation of what he had done dawned on him.

At some point, not long after the sun had risen over the Westerlands, he had decided that he needed to marry Jeyne and had sent men out to prepare the Sept. He looked briefly where Jeyne slumbered and a soft smile lit his face and he gently brushed back the strand of hair that rested on her cheek before bidding the person outside to enter.

"Begging your pardon, my grace," said Maege Mormont, bustling in with a steaming mug in her hand, Dacey and a train of servants behind her carrying a bath and pails of hot water. "Put it there before the fire."

Robb stared in confusion at his bannerwoman as she continued to direct the servants before dismissing them once the bath had been filled. She then turned to Jeyne and shock her shoulder gently and said, "I am very sorry to wake you, my lady, but I have brought you something to drink."

Jeyne sat up groggily and took the cup from Lady Mormont, taking a sip before wrinkling her nose in disgust. "What is this, my lady?" she asked, sleep making her voice husky.

"Something to help you, my child, now drink it all up," Lady Mormont said and watched as Jeyne drank the rest of the drink. She took the empty mug with a smile. "There's a good girl. I took the liberty of ordering a bath for you, and my daughter Dacey will attend to you whilst I have a word with His Grace."

Robb's eyebrows rose at Lady Mormont's words, which sounded much more like an order than a request and the look she gave him reminded him of his own lady mother. "If you please, you grace," she said, ushering him into the small solar that adjoined the bedchamber.

Already seated in the room was Smalljon Umber, Robin Flint, Owen Norrey and Wendel Manderly. There was one seat left available. "If you wouldn't mind taking the last seat, Your Grace."

Robb sat feeling more chastised that he had in a long while. "What was it that you gave Lady Jeyne to drink, my lady?"

"Moon tea, Your Grace. You know what that is, right?"

Heat stained his cheeks red and he nodded, realising that he was the youngest in the room by a good few years. The men who called him their king showed no surprise and embarrassment at the answer. They will have bedded more than one woman just the once, he thought.

"But why have you given it to Lady Jeyne? I sent for the sept to be made ready."

"Yes, Your Grace, I hope you do not mind, but I countermanded those orders."

Robb frowned and asked, "What gave you that right?"

Lady Mormont looked at him kindly. "I was afraid that you might have forgotten that you are already betrothed to a daughter of Lord Frey, Your Grace."

There was a shuffling on the seat next to him and Robb was horribly aware of the other men listening in to this conversation. "Well, no, I had not forgotten, my lady, but I have dishonoured Lady Jeyne and there is only one way in which I can make amends."

"Your intentions are honourable, Your Grace, but I may have a solution that would suit all parties. I'm sure one of these fine bannermen of yours would be more than happy to marry Lady Jeyne, should her family feel that the money I have offered Lady Westerling is not recompense enough.

The anger rushed into Robb's gut, taking him by surprise. Whilst he might not love her, Robb had become fond of the sweet girl who had nursed him back to health and the thought of her being married off to a loyal bannerman because he had dishonoured her angered him. "No!" he objected. "The mistake is mine and I will rectify it. My father would have expected it from me and I will not ask another man to shoulder my responsibility."

Wendel Manderly heaved his large body off the creaking chair. "I'm sure I speak for Umber, Flint and Norrey when I say that any of us would consider marrying Lady Jeyne an honour, Your Grace."

Robb looked at the other three men, who all nodded their agreement and he felt even worse for the predicament he had not only put Jeyne in but now four of his loyal men, who could not want to marry a girl who had lain with their king, but would do so if he asked. "I could not ask that of you, my lords. She may also carry my child and I would expect no one to raise my bastard in my stead."

"That is why I bought the Moon Tea, Your Grace," Lady Mormont reminded him and he flushed, feeling foolish to have forgotten that detail already. Theon would have laughed at him.

He scowled as he thought on the man whom he had considered like a brother, who had taken his castle, and murdered his brothers before rubbing his eyes wearily. He had not slept all night and not for the obvious reason. "My father raised me to take care of my own mistakes-" he started to say.

"With all due respect, Your Grace, I served your father loyally for many years. I also went south with my brother when your father called the banners against the Targaryen king. I was at Riverrun when your father married Lady Catelyn Tully for her father's men. Lord Eddard was ever a man of his word, Your Grace."

The rebuke was mild and he knew it was not meant to shame him, but shame him it did anyway. He sat back down and ran a hand through his curls. "You think I should not marry her, Lady Mormont."

"I do not, Your Grace. Lord Westerling has fought against you and remains your prisoner now. You would be spurning a daughter of one of your own loyal bannerman for the daughter of an enemy. This marriage would do our cause no good."

Robb turned to the four men who had remained largely silent and asked, "And you agree with Lady Mormont."

All nodded and Robb dismissed them before he turned to Lady Mormont again. "How can I face her after this?" he asked, hating how young he sounded.

"You needn't set eyes on her again, Your Grace. Dacey and I will take care of everything."

But Robb shook his head. "No, my father would never have left such a task to someone else, no matter how unpleasant."

Lady Mormont. "No, he would not. And you honour his memory by refusing to take the easy way out."

Squaring his shoulders as he prepared to enter the bedchamber once more, Robb said, "My thanks for your council, Lady Mormont."