Authors Note: Here it is the aftermath of the wedding, and what led to the wedding. Thank you for all the follows, reviews and favorites. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or the characters, but I own Lyrina. Lyrics are from The Lion and the Wolf by Thrice.

Chapter 20: The Lion and the Wolf.

"The lion's outside of your door,the wolf is in your bed."

Joffrey's P.o.v

He knew what he had done by sending his sister to marry the wolf, but he did expect the man to claim himself as king in the north. He would have that bastards head on a spike by the end of the war. He would kill him, and if his sister happened to be pregnant he would kill any of the wolf's pups inside of her.

Her nameday had come to pass and Joffrey made sure he sent her a letter to remind her of where her place was. He was sure his scars were enough of a reminder for her, but he had to assert that she belonged to him, she may have been in the wolf's bed but she was his. He even sent her a beautiful night dress that he hoped she would wear once she was finally backed where she belonged. He missed her, he missed her company but he always seemed to find her in his dreams.

"My little birds have told me your sister pushed the wedding off, it will be held at the end of a week." Varys was talking and Joffrey really never cared for what he had to say unless it was news of Lyrina.

"That is because she is waiting for me to save her from that beast." He had decided she would not marry that wolf, not if he could stop it. "Mother send word to grandfather, he will send men to invade the camp during the wedding. They will return my sister and Sansa to me."

"I do not think that is wise, we need the children she will give us to gain the north." He did not care what his mother thought.

"I do not care, I want them both back now." Everyone at the small council meeting was staring at him and he did not care.

"Your grace, it would be wise to allow your sister that freedom of being away, she will give you the north in time. I fear if you push her.." It was littlefinger who spoke and he just made Joffrey angry.

"My sister shall have all the freedom she wants, she can have it here."

"Son, we shall discuss these matters in private." His mother was trying to cordial to the men in their company, that or she did not trust them.

"There is nothing to discuss, send word to grandfather and get those girls back to kings landing."

Joffrey was bored of his mother's nagging, and he was bored of the men in the council so he decided to leave. He was the king, his father never went the the meetings, he only went to find word on his sister. She had not responded to his nameday letter, no doubt fearing he was angry with her for her wolf's lack of respect. He knew she feared him, she feared what he would do to her and she should. When she returned to him she would be punished for what had taken place thus far. She been gone over a month and yet her wolf has not moved north. She was to get him to bow but instead he became a king.

He would kill the king in the north, put his head on a spike and marry his sister off to whoever took the north instead. He would ensure whoever he placed in the north would remain loyal to him through their children. His sister would do what she was told, and this time he would ensure she would listen. He began to question her loyalty to him, he began to question if the wolf had made himself at home in her head and bed. Did she betray him to the wolf? Did she give up her blood for some northern animal? For her sake she better have remained loyal, Joffrey does not deal well with traitors, even if that happens to be his sister. He would find a place for her if she betrayed him.

"I sent word to you grandfather, his men will go in free your sister, your uncle and the Stark girl. I do not think you should bother with her though, my son." His mother never knocked before entering his chambers and it was beginning to annoy him.

"I am to still marry Sansa, unless you have a better option mother." He did not care for Sansa but she was good leverage against his sister. He always knew that if she became bold Sansa was an easy toy to you to keep her in line.

"I do not but I think the effort should be focused on your family." His mother paced around his room, as if nervous.

"Like uncle Jaime, mother?"

"He should be a priority as well as your sister, yes." He knew his mother was fond of her brother, and the rumors circulating of his true birth were not hidden from him. He did not of course believe that they were true.

"I am the king, and I say who is a priority."

"Unless we free him there would be no way to get your uncle back, we have killed Ned Stark and I fear.."

"Leave me mother, your whining is annoying me." At first she did not listen, but when he did not speak again she was gone.

He knew she was right but he did not kill Ned Stark and he was beginning to regret that. He did not know if that secret would be kept, and now that the man was no doubt at the wall Joffrey had no way to kill the man. He would have to hope the old Lord of Winterfell would trust Joffrey on his threat to kill his family. He would do it, and if his sister told the wolf the truth, he would make sure she never left the dungeons. He would find the hidden torture chambers and they would become her new home.

His sister would be home soon, and Sansa would be back as well. His fun would resume once more, because he was beginning to find that bullying Tommen compared nothing to what he did to Lyrina. She was much more fun.

The wedding day came to pass and Joffrey once again found himself in the council meeting, awaiting word of what had happened. He needed to hear that the men got his sister free from the wolf. His mother was on edge he could see it in the way she drank her wine. She feared for her brother, but Joffrey did not hold fear, he was not afraid of something happening to them.

"There has been no official word from Lord Tywin, but my birds have told me the mission failed." Joffrey grew angry. They would have to try again, his sister would be returned to him. "Princess Lyrina was injured in the act of trying to save her. We have no details beyond her injury the Stark boy has kept the details close to his family."

"My daughter, is she alright?" His mother was standing, and Joffrey could never remember seeing such worry on her face.

"All I know, my queen, is that she is alive."

"Was it one of our men who harmed her, or was it one of theirs?" He knew she was asking questions they had no answers for.

"Mother, he had just informed you of all he knows. We will try again. Tell grandfather to gather more men and try once more."

"No, Lyrina was injured I will not risk her getting hurt worse. If it was the Starks who harmed your sister it means they know of your deal with her, they will no doubt do worse if we try again." He could tell his mother was worried, and he did not care. He did not care if Lyrina was hurt, she needed to be returned.

"She will be fine, the Stark boy is mad for her, my queen." It was Littlefinger who spoke this time. "I have been in contact with my own people, and they assure me that Lyrina and Robb are much in love."

"She does not love him, she is doing a duty to her family." Joffrey would not have lies spread about his sister. She was no traitor, he had made sure she knew her place and what would happen if she betrayed him.

"I am aware, my king, I am just telling how it is seen. We all know the truth, she is a good actress."

"The Starks would not be foolish enough to hurt the girl, the marriage had already been preformed. It was no doubt an accident on the part of one of your men." Joffrey hoped the man who harmed is sister was dead or he would personally take care of that himself.

"We must get her back, but we must do it without harm to her."

"If grandfather's men were not incompetent the plan would have worked, but we will try it again." But Varys began to speak up against Joffrey.

"It is believed that Lord Stark will be sending Lyrina, and his two sister's back to Winterfell. Even in her injured state it seems he believes her to be safer there." She would not be safer in Winterfell, he would get to her always.

"I would suggest sending just over a dozen men to find the girls on the road, and bring them here. They will no doubt have guards but I do not suspect many as he will want the trip to be fast. Both Stark girls could be leverage to return Ser Jaime." Littlefinger always seemed to have a plan.

"I have to agree with Lord Baelish, it would be more sensible to do a smaller scale of attack. The scouts we have placed around will be able to inform of us of how many guards are given to the girls."

"Fine, but only as long as my sister is returned to me." He excused himself once more, allowing them to discuss the details.

Joffrey was not upset of the injury his sister sustained, he was angry that it had come from the stupidity of his own men. How could they mess up so bad? He was annoyed, he felt like if he wanted it done he should have done it himself. He should have marched into the camp, killed the traitor and taken back what was his. He would have her back, and he would ensure that he had the wolf's head by the end of the war. He would make sure that he had everything he wanted, he was king after all.

"The lion's claws are sharpened for war, the wolfs teeth are red."

Cersei wondered if her daughter had received her dress before the wedding, she wondered if her daughter would find peace in it. She wanted her to do what was best for herself, but she knew Lyrina had to play her part just as she had to. She was the mother of the king, she was queen regent and she had to act accordingly. She could not allow her daughter to marry the enemy for love, she could not condone that but she did. She wrote to both the wolf, and her daughter. She told them she wanted them to marry if they loved one another, and she knew it was the only chance she would have. She loved her daughter, and if it meant letting her go she would have to.

She knew that Lyrina would not be allowed to stay with the wolf long, Joffrey would ensure that but she wanted her daughter to try and be happy. Cersei knew her daughter did not like her, she saw it in the way she acted, the same way Cersei acted in front of everyone. They were the same, and she knew it killed Lyrina to be like her but it would keep her strong. Cersei knew that Lyrina would need that strength, she just hoped it was used for her blood and not for the enemy.

"Both the wolf and the lion crave the same thing in the end."

Robb's p.o.v

He and group of his men made their way to cages that held the prisoners, he would not allow them to take Jaime Lannister alive. When they reached the cages men were fighting, and most of the guards posted there were dead but none of the prisoners were freed, yet. His men ran ahead before him into battle, most of them including himself not even dressed for fighting. They were not going to sit idly by while Lannister men invaded their camp, planning to kill people and free their precious king slayer.

Slicing through the Lannister men was not as easy as he had hoped, most of them wore armor but it was not impossible. It was an all out battle dozens of men fell to the ground bleeding, they did not know how to fight like northern men did. He cut them down, and he could hear his men cheering as they did the same. But for each man they cut down two more would appear and they alone did not have enough men. They had thousands in the camp but they were spread out, fighting on all sides.

A man come from his left side and cut Robb across the arm, before he could even swing his sword toward the man he was down. Grey Wind came up from behind Robb and ripped the man's throat out. Robb ignored his pain and pushed forward slaughtering any man his way.

It took a while but before long all the men except for one lone Lannister survivor in that area had been cleared out. He had his men lock up the survivor, he was going to make sure Tywin got the message that his men were to steer clear of his camp. He would make sure the Lannister man knew that no one would take Lyrina from him, she was his wife.

Screaming could be heard from the middle of the camp, and Robb could see flames coming from the tents, with a quick word to his men they were off again toward the fighting. The enemy had set tents aflame as distractions for the northern men but they still out numbered them greatly. With Grey Wind at his side Robb tore through them with great ferocity. He ignored his pain as he stabbed men and cut open throats. He had to reach his family, he had to make sure they were safe from harm. It just seemed the endless way of Lannister men never ended.

By the end of the battle Robb stood in the center of his camp, dead men littering the ground. He was covered in blood, Grey wind's mouth was stained with blood and his men were cheering. They had won, but it was not a battle it was a slaughter. Three hundred men against over ten thousand, he could not imagine what Tywin had been thinking. He could not have been stupid enough to send his men into a senseless slaughter, just to rescue the King Slayer.

"Men, take care of the bodies, and make sure you bury our own. Leave the prisoner to me, I have a message for Tywin Lannister."

Robb made his way to his mother's tent, he knew Theon had left mid battle to check on Lyrina, Robb had been afraid the men would take her. When he reached his mother's tent two dead Lannister men lay at the feet of his guards, who both stood tall. He knew they had defended his mother and sisters, for that they would be rewarded. Inside the tent he could see his mother holding Sansa close to her, the girl frightened out of her wits. Arya stood close to the flap, her sword at the ready, she even almost cut Robb.

"Easy now Arya, it is I." He hugged his youngest sister before moving to his mother and sister.

"Robb, they came to take her away." Sansa looked pale, she was clinging to her mother.

"She is safe now mother, she is safe." He needed his mother to know that nothing was going to happen. "All the men are gone, they were taken care of."

"It won't stop." Sansa looked up at him with fear on face, he understood but she was wrong. It would stop.

"Sansa, I swear to you that no one will ever take you from us again." He took her from their mother and hugged her tight. He did not care that he was covered in blood he needed her to know he meant it.

"Robb, you are hurt." Sansa gently reached out to touch his wounded arm.

"I shall be alright, I will.." But he never got to finish.

"My King, you are needed in your tent immediately, we have been looking for you." Robb looked to a guard who entered the tent, he looked flush and out of breath.

"Is everything alright? Is there something wrong with Lyrina?" Robb was up, ready to run out of the tent.

"Please just hurry, Theon sent me for you."

Robb's world began to spin as he made his way to the tent he shared with Lyrina, something had gone wrong. The whole way he was dodging dead bodies, and his own men as they walked about. Grey Wind was on his heels and Robb knew the wolf too sensed something was wrong. Robb would kill whoever touched Lyrina, he would kill them. The first thing he noticed upon arriving at their tent was the dead guard, and worry set in further. Had they taken her? Did the Lannister men manage to invade his camp enough to snatch his wife from him?

"Robb." Theon exited the tent, covered in blood from battle, followed by two more men. "She is alright, a healer is with her now. We told them not to strip her, I did not want to have the young man see her naked."

"What happened?" He did not want a young man to see her naked either but if it would help he would not care.

"I don't know, she couldn't tell me. All I know is she is wounded and there is a dead Lannister man in her tent." Had she killed him? Lyrina had never harmed a man in her life, she could barley kill an animal.

"I have to see her." She was wounded and he needed to know how bad.

"Robb you are injured, she will be alright, go see a healer." Robb knew he would be fine, but Theon was insisting.

"I will see the healer inside my tent. Theon remove the dead body from my tent and then please get me some water to clean up." Theon nodded.

As the dead body was pulled from his tent Robb looked upon the man's face. He was young, no doubt just a boy sent to fetch Lyrina from him. The fatal wound was in his neck, he could see where the blood had left the man's body, where is wife had stabbed the man in the neck. He waited a moment composing himself, preparing himself for what he would see, before he entered the tent.

"My King." The young boy was leaned over his wife rubbing something onto her exposed stomach.

Robb's eyes glanced around the tent, there was blood at his feet, pools of it. He saw tatters of her dress sitting beside the bed, along with cloth no doubt to wrap the wound. He was afraid to look at the bed for too long, afraid to look at her. He was afraid if he saw how bad the wound was, afraid he saw it, he would lose it. He could not lose her.

"How bad is it?" He kept his eyes trained on the pools of blood at his feet.

"She will alright, sire, she will be in pain for some time. I have plenty of milk of the poppy for her. I sewed the wound shut, cleaned it and I am about to wrap it." He looked at the boy as he spoke. She would be alright.

Robb approached their bed and looked down at her. Her face looked peaceful minus the blood speckled on it, no doubt from when she stabbed the man. Her dress had been cut away to expose only her stomach where there was a giant slash wound across it. He could tell it had been deep, due to the amount of blood that he could see on her dress and body. He wanted to touch her, to hold her but he couldn't.

"Is she out from the milk of poppy?"

"No, when we entered she was fading in out of consciousness, she ultimately passed out as I tried to clean the wound with wine. Theon assisted me in putting the woman into bed." He was thankful he had sent Theon to check on her, if he hadn't she would be dead.

"Thank you." His voice was ragged, his own pain beginning to break through as his adrenaline died down.

"Can you help me wrap her wound? I have to sit her up." Robb nodded and slowly lifted Lyrina into a sitting position, his arm screaming. "I will tend to that wound of yours in a moment."

She felt so broken in his arms, she was completely unconscious and as he lifted her she was still as light as a feather. She seemed so fragile. As the healer dressed her wound Robb saw Grey Wind curl up on the edge of the bed, protecting Lyrina. His arm was burning but he held her , he knew his own pain was nothing compared tp what she would be feeling when she awoke.

"I have your water." Theon came back just as they finished wrapping Lyrina's wound.

"Thank you, Theon, for saving her." Robb kept his eyes trained on her, as she lay there.

"We will talk later, just take care of her." He had not heard Theon speak with so much compassion in regards to Lyrina in some time.

When Theon was gone the healer turned to Robb, informing him it was his turn to get looked at. He stripped of his formal shirt, which was ruined now, and stood before the healer. He could see the would on his arm was nothing major, it would heal in days, maybe scar but nothing he could not handle. He would be fine, but still the healer insisted on cleaning and wrapping the small wound.

"You..you look handsome." A slight cough was what drew their attention to the bed where Lyrina lay staring at him.

"Here, my grace, I have milk of the poppy for you."

"No, no, I don't want it." Robb could hear the pain in her voice, and see it on her face.

"My love, take it."

"No, later, I want to talk to you first." Her words were choppy, and she winced every other word. She was in pain and it made Robb worry.

"One moment, as you can see I was seriously wounded." He tried to laugh, tried to make light of the situation.

"I..see..that." She tried to laugh as well but he could tell it was hard for her.

He watched her as the healer finished up with him. Robb watched her lie there her breath hitching in pain, her eyes squeezing shut when she thought he wasn't looking at her. He wanted to take it all away from her, to take her pain but not even he was strong enough for that. When the young healer finished he offered to stay, but Robb shooed him away. He wanted some time with his wife, he needed to wash the blood off of her before he let her sleep.

"Love, let me wash you up before you go back to sleep." He brought the water bucket next to the bed and knelt beside her.

"Just come to bed, it can wait." She was looking at him with half closed eyes.

"No, let me help you out of what remains of the dress and wash you so you can sleep easy." He would give her milk of the poppy, he would ensure she slept easy.

She did not argue as he rid her chest of what small tatters of the dress that remained to keep her dignity. He looked up on her bare chest for the first time and if it had been a different moment he would have allowed himself to say something. He wanted to reach out and touch her breasts but he knew that would be wrong, he was to take care of her.

"I didn't imagine our wedding night like this." She was struggling to speak, and he wished she would not try too hard.

"Me either, my fawn."

He took the cloth from the bucket and started by washing her face, ridding it of the small amounts of blood that flecked her skin. She sighed as he ran the cloth down her neck letting the water drip across her skin. He moved to her chest next, the dress had kept most of the blood off her skin but still some soaked through the material. Robb took the cloth from her collar bone, down the middle of her breasts, he did not wish to come on like he was thinking of her in a wild manner. When it came time for him to wash her breasts he was gentle, afraid to actually touch the small mounds of flesh, he did not want to startle her. Lyrina let out a sigh and closed her eyes as he ran the cloth across her, he smirked at her reaction forgetting himself for a moment.

"Does that feel good, love?"

"Hush now."

She looked at him and he could see something spark in her blue eyes but he could not move on it. He knew no matter what nothing could happen between them for sometime, she was injured and consummation would have to wait until she was better. He left her for a moment to find some small clothes to replace the ones he had taken from her chest, and to replace the ones he would no doubt have to take from below her skirt. He helped her put a cover on her chest, watching her blush and wince as he did so. He felt bad for hurting her but he had to help her.

"I am sorry, Robb, I should be letting you have your way with me." She tried to laugh once more but the pain cut through her voice.

"Easy love, we have plenty time for that." He moved his hands to what remained of the skirt from the dress.

"Wait, not yet please." She was scared, he could hear it.

"Love, we need you to rest."

"I killed him." She was clutching his hand tight, he did not it is was from pain or her fear of killing someone.

"He was going to hurt you, Lyrina, it is alright."

"He wasn't, he was going to take me back. He made no move to harm me, he was nice but I couldn't go back." He saw her start to cry, he felt her body hitch as she breathed. He knew the pain was getting too much.

"Lyrina, we will talk about it later. You need.."

"I killed him because I couldn't go back. I made him think he was safe, and I killed him."

"Hush, fawn, it is alright." Her body was beginning to shake, and her eyes were closing. "Let me finish."

She did not put up a fight, he could tell the pain was slowly making her fade once more. He was gentle as he took away the dress and what small clothes remained underneath. When his eyes were met with her bare lower half his gaze fell on her thighs. Something burned inside him as his hand slowly reached out and ran across her thighs. He heard her let out a sigh of pleasure but he saw no pleasure in what he was doing. Her thighs were covered in scars, there must have been a dozen. He looked up at her and their eyes met, he saw the fear.

"Did he?"

"We will discuss it another time please, the pain.." He nodded but his anger was winning.

He took the cloth and began to wash her lower half, making sure he was gentle. This was not his plan, he had planed something so much different in that bed. He let his eyes linger on his thighs as he washed her, his anger was boiling inside him. He did not need her to confirm his worst fears, he knew where the scars had come from. He was not stupid. He helped her put on her small clothes once more before reaching for the milk of poppy.

"I don't want it, I will sleep if I take it." She was pushing his hand away, he knew she was in pain.

"You need this."

"My father took it, and then he died." She was scared.

"You won't die love, you are fine." He brought the cup up to her lips.

After a moment she allowed him to pour the liquid into her mouth. Lyrina closed her eyes tight, the taste was bothering her he knew.

"You won't go away will you.." Her voice was already fading out.

"I will stay right here." He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly.

She smiled and he knew as her eyes closed it would not be long before she fell asleep. He knelt beside the bed holding her hand as she fell asleep, he was angry. He did not know the reasoning behind the scars and Lyrina was in no condition to tell him, he would have to speak to the only other person would know. Sansa had been guarding Lyrina's secret from the moment they arrived in camp, and Lyrina did the same in return. He would not allow those secrets to continue, his sister will tell him what happened in Kings Landing. He needed to know.

Once he was sure his wife was asleep he changed from his wedding clothes into something more practical. He would find Sansa and demand her to tell him everything, but first he would make sure Lyrina was comfortable. He covered her with the blankets, and kissed her on the head. He would have stayed by her side if answers were not so important, but he did make sure Grey Wind stayed beside her.

"Where is Sansa?" When he entered his mother's tent she was sitting at her desk, Arya asleep in bed alone.

"She is outside with Lady, the wolf took part in the battle."

Robb didn't say a word to his mother just went in search of his sister. The anger inside of him was boiling, and he just hoped he could control enough not to scare her. He knew she must have suffered at the hand of Joffrey as well, despite her claims of not being hurt. He found her behind their mother's tent sitting on the ground with the wolf. She looked shaken, and he was sure she had not gotten over the fact that they had come to take her away.

"Mother should have let them take me, I fear he won't stop." Robb hadn't known she heard him approach.

"You will not speak like that, Sansa." He could not have her thinking she should run off for everyone's safety, he was sure Lyrina would no doubt feel the same.

"You don't understand." He did now.

"Did you know about the scars on Lyrina's thighs?" He was asking but he knew the answer by the look on her face.

"How is she?"

"She will heal, she killed the man that came for her." A boy. He did not want to call the boy what he was, he did not want Lyrina to seem like a child killer.

"I will see her before I leave tomorrow, make sure she is alright." She was avoiding his question and his eye contact.

He walked over to her and grabbed his sister off the ground. Lady growled at him as he held his sister by the arms, but he did not care. He held her tightly for a moment as he watched fear flicker in her eyes.

"Did he do that to her?" He let her go, he was not intending to terrify his sister.

"I can't tell you, Lyrina must."

"She can't and I need to know before I go mad." He was already going mad.

"Yes, he did."

"Why? What possessed him to mark his sister like that? How?" He could not wrap his head around it.

"It really isn't my place,Robb, she trusted me." She was looking down.

"I need to know, Sansa, please." he was desperate.

"From what I was told, he did it because of you. She asked him to marry you, that you much you know, but Joffrey doesn't do anything for free."

"So to marry me, to leave there, she had to let him..?" He couldn't imagine it, he could not imagine a brother doing that to their own sister.

"You really need to discuss it with her, I can't explain her mind or his." Sansa looked so broken, so defeated.

"Did he hurt you too? Don't lie to me this time Sansa." He needed to know if the prick hurt her too, he was not going to continue to let this man hurt the women in his life.

"Once, when father died. He dragged to see his head, I didn't even recognize it at first, father was so cut up and bloody. He made me look at it, and when I didn't his men hit me. He told me he would give me your head as a present, I said you'd give me his. My comment got me beat by his men, Lyrina didn't know or else she would not have let it happen. She was constantly protecting me,Robb, protecting everyone."

"Sansa, it will never happen again. Lyrina doesn't have to protect you, or herself, I am here now." He pulled his sister into a hug, his rage fuming inside him.

Robb Stark would kill Joffrey. He said that countless times out loud, to himself but it was just getting worse. Every day he learned something more about the twisted prick that made his need to kill him stronger. He did not doubt the idiot king was the one who sent the Lannister men to his camp, he had sent them for Sansa and Lyrina. He knew that Tywin was not stupid enough to send his men into a slaughter, but Joffrey was and Joffrey was king.

"Go back to Lyrina, Robb. She will need you more than I do. I have mother, and Arya. I am leaving in the morning, and I will see you then." She let go of him with smile, he saw such strength in her but he saw the fear in her too.

He would not go back to Lyrina, not yet. He needed to see someone, anyone that could understand what was going on in his head. He would find Theon, or even Gendry, and get drunk. His wedding, the day he dreamt of, had turned to ashes around him. He had dreamt of marrying her since the moment he found out about it, he dreamt of the day but now it was ruined. His wife lay wounded in their bed, scars over her body, all because her damned brother had some sick twisted idea of what a brother was. Robb would make him pay for that though.

"Theon, do you have some wine in here?" He found himself in Theon's tent, he always found himself going back to Theon for advice or anything really.

"I have ale."

"Even better." He sat himself at his friend's table and poured himself a cup of ale.

Neither man spoke at first, they just drank their ale in peace. Robb longed for the days where he and Theon would sneak off into town to drink, to get away from everything. He would tell Theon all about his wild thoughts of Lyrina, and the man never judged him. He had his personal issues with Lyrina but he never told Robb he was wrong for wanting her. Not until the things happened with her family, and then Theon seemed to lose every shred of respect for her.

"You saved my wife's life." Robb was on his third cup before he spoke.

"I saved our friend's life." Theon never called Lyrina a friend to her face, but Robb knew he liked her at some point. He knew Theon pretended to be annoyed by her denial of his advances, and he knew he thought she was too fragile, but back before Kings Landing he saw her as a friend.

"Thank you, if you hadn't been in there she would be dead." He knew it was true, he would have never been able to reach her in time.

"I am just sorry I filled your head with so much shit about her. I made you doubt her all because I couldn't get my own head on straight." Both men filled their cups only to empty them within seconds.

"Don't apologize to me, tell her. She knows you don't trust her, Theon, she can see it."

"I know, and I was foolish. When she left for Kings Landing I was going to miss her but at the first sign of trouble I doubt he, all because I wouldn't know how I'd deal with my own family." Robb understood, Theon had not seen his family in years. No doubt he'd have his own issues with loyalty.

"I doubted her too, don't feel bad. We have time to make it up to her now."

They went silent again, still drinking ale at a pace that was too fast. Robb knew he should have gone back to bed, but laying beside her would only feed his fire. With each drink he was ready to march to Kings Landing alone, just to drive a sword through Joffrey's heart. He could not understand how someone could be so mad that they would cut up their own sister or have their men beat up the woman he was to marry. Robb cherished his sisters and he would never hurt the woman he loved, never on purpose. He knew he had said things and done things to hurt her but they both had their issues.

"Joffrey hurt them." The ale took over and Robb lost all sense of what he should and shouldn't say.

"Who?" Theon was drunk enough to not even know who the conversation was about.

"Lyrina and Sansa. He had his men beat my sister because she spoke up against him, he showed her my father's head. Sick prick." Another cup of ale. "He cut up Lyrina, she has scars on her thighs."

"Fuck." He could read the look on Theon's face, he couldn't understand why Joffrey would do it either. "We will kill him Robb, don't doubt that."

"I don't doubt it Theon, but we can't win this war alone. I know that now, and as much as it kills me we need more help." The north alone could not do it. He would have the Riverlands on his side soon, once he rid them of all the Lannister men.

"We could go to my father." Can I trust you?

"We could use his ships, I doubt my aunt in the Vale will be much help. The Tyrells and some others are already aligned with Renly."

"What about Stannis? Maybe he will back Lyrina's claim to the iron throne?" She didn't want the throne.

"Lyrina doesn't even believe she is queen."

"She knows the truth, on her nameday she went to see him." If he was sober he would have been angry.

"She still doesn't want it, but we will make it work." He finished his cup, he should leave. "I should get some sleep."

He left his friend alone, stumbling out of his tent into the night air. It was late, far later than he had wished to stay away from her. Robb just could not shake the images of the scars, the thoughts of that man cutting her skin. It was her price to pay, it was her price to pay to be with him and it killed him. If he had never let her go, if he had kept her, she would not have had a price to pay. The only price she would have paid was knowing her family, and Robb began to think that was far less of a price to pay than being cut into by your own flesh and blood.

He found her where he left her, laying in there bed deep in sleep. He smiled in his drunken state, she looked so peaceful he could almost forget the wound dug deep in her belly. He could almost forget that his innocent wife had to kill someone to stay with him, the girl who had never done such a thing. She told him of the time in Kings Landing where she got sick from the sight of death and blood, but yet she killed for him. He was a killer, he slaughtered men daily just for vengeance but Lyrina did it out of fear, out of necessity. She was truly so terrified of leaving him and ending up back with Joffrey that she murdered someone.

He stripped himself of most of his clothing before he slid into bed next to his wife. He had such different intentions for that night, he had such plans in his head for them but none of it would happen. It would be some time before he could touch her in the way a husband should. He resigned to laying on his side just so he could look at her breathing peacefully. He knew she would be in pain again when she woke, but he would have more milk of the poppy for her. He understood that it would be a few days before she would actually be awake enough to talk to him of what happened to her and he would just have to control himself until the time came.

"He will never touch you again, I will die before I let that happen. I wish you would have told me, I don't know what I would have done but I just wish I knew what to do. I love you." He leaned over and kissed her lips gently before finding a comfortable spot next to her.

Joffrey, son of Jaime and Cersei Lannister, would never lay his hands on someone Robb loved again and if he did, Robb would ensure the bastard died in the worst way possible.

"As they both rush upon you and rip open your flesh. The lion eats his fill and the wolf cleans up the mess." "The lion's outside of your door and the wolf's in your bed."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter we shall have some Sansa p.o.v. Thank you all for reading.