Isabelle had demanded that the three of them only rest for a few hours before continuing on their journey. She had sent Talia into a local inn, telling the girl to secure a shirt for Theon and a flagon of water. Talia asked how she had been expected to pay for the items and Isabelle had produced a hidden pouch of coins which she kept concealed on her horses saddle at all times ever since she had first thought of running away from Ramsay.

"But your hair, m'lady!" Talia shrieked as soon as Isabelle had made her demand, pulling a small knife from her horse's saddle. Theon remained silent as he arched a brow and thought about the scathing comment he was about to make.

"How much do you carry inside of that horse's saddle?"

"Enough to keep me going for a few days," Isabelle replied. "It bought you a new shirt so I doubt you can complain."

"And you are certain about this?" Talia went back to the previous conversation they had held about Isabelle's blonde curls which cascaded down to her back. "We should be far from the Dreadfort now, m'lady. Is there any need to cut your hair to your chin?"

"There is a need," Isabelle promised her. "I need to do this to try and disguise myself. If Ramsay has sent men in pursuit of us then I need to do all I can to hide from them."

"And you think cutting your hair will work?" Theon asked from her. "You have lived at the Dreadfort for years. They should know you from a commoner."

"But the men who could ransom me back would not recognise me," Isabelle remained adamant. "I need to do all that I can and it is only hair. It will grow back."

"As you say, m'lady," Talia agreed with Isabelle and she pulled her hair into one hand, the two women still stood by the white horse. Isabelle took a deep breath as she felt Talia gather her hair into one hand and then cut through it slowly. It didn't take long for the blonde curls to come loose and Talia dropped them to the floor.

"I am sure Robb will still find you attractive without your flowing hair." Theon mumbled and Isabelle shook her head, smiling to Talia and resting her hand on her shoulder as she moved back to Theon and handed him the flagon of water.

"I cannot go to Robb."

"The best place for you to go is back to Robb," Theon responded to her and she shook her head at him.

"They would come looking for me if I were to go back to Robb. It is the first place Lord Bolton would send men."

"And would he find you?" Theon wondered, sipping on the water and Isabelle noted the fingers he was missing before she looked away, repulsed with what Ramsay had done to him. She took a few moments to think and shook her head.

"It is too dangerous to go back to Robb."

"For both of us," Theon muttered. "Why did you bring me with you? You could have left me and ran without having me burden you."

"You are not that much of a burden, Theon," Isabelle promised him in a small voice as Talia stroked the horse's manes with soft hands, doing her best to give the couple a bit of privacy which they evidentially wanted. "Leaving you with Ramsay would have been a death sentence which I could not give you to. You have done wrong, but I think you have been tortured enough."

"But I can barely walk anywhere. I cannot ride without your help-"

"-I can leave you if you so wish," Isabelle interrupted him, cocking her brow.

Theon smirked and closed his eyes again. Isabelle wondered how long he could cope with the pain he was enduring. She knew that he had cuts which needed tending to before an infection set in. Theon spent the majority of his time sleeping during the journey and complaining. Isabelle took a few seconds before she moved her hand to his cheek, wiping some dirt from his skin.

"If you're scared about him catching you then try not to worry."

"You know what he will do if he finds us," Theon told her in a small voice.

How could he admit that he had nightmares about Ramsay finding him and taking him back to that dungeon? He could never admit that to her. He struggled to admit it to himself, never mind anyone else.

"Then we will try our best not to let him find us," Isabelle spoke and Theon took hold of her hand, holding it tightly in his own and she saw the fear in his eyes once more.

Isabelle never thought that out of her and Theon she would be the strong one. She slowly moved in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly to her. Theon was almost repulsed with himself for allowing her to cradle him like he was a little boy. But he held her back, closing his eyes as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Perhaps they were both in need of comfort from each other.

...

"People are talking, Robb."

Robb remained silent as he sat inside of his mother's tent at her desk, still reading over the crumpled up letter he had received a couple of days ago. He could not bring himself to throw the parchment speaking of Isabelle's release away. They were a day's ride from Riverrun and Robb was hoping that he could leave Roslin there. War was no place for a woman, anyway.

"About?" Robb mumbled to her.

Catelyn remained perched on the edge of her bed, the furs wrapped around her shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep her warm.

"You and Roslin," Catelyn said. "People speak of how you have not consummated the marriage. You need to stop the rumours, Robb."

"I do not wish to," Robb grumbled back. "I cannot bring myself to take Roslin. She spends her nights trying to seduce me, but all I can do is think of Isabelle. I do not want her."

"She is a sweet girl-"

"-But she is not the girl for me," Robb replied. "If I were to get her pregnant then I could never forgive myself for bringing a child into this world whose parents do not love each other."

Catelyn sighed and shook her head. "Your father and I were not madly in love with each other when we had you. It takes time to build up a relationship. Your father was not my first choice to marry, but we were happy in. That is all it takes."

"Can Roslin turn into Isabelle?" Robb wondered. "Because that is the only way I would even consider having her."

"Walder Frey would not be happy if he knew."

"What happens in my bed is none of Walder Frey's concern."

Catelyn opened her mouth, ready to speak back to her son but she was interrupted. The flap to the tent opened wide and a guard entered into it, bowing his head out of curtsey.

"Your Grace," he greeted them. "Some men who you sent on a raiding party caught the Turncloak."

Robb stood along with Catelyn, both of them looking at each in confusion. Robb's brows furrowed before he stepped closer to the guard.

"Theon?" he checked and the guard nodded.

"Two women were travelling with him. We have chained them to a stake just outside of the camp. The men grow rowdy and want nothing more than to have him executed as soon as possible."

"I shall come," Robb said and his mother moved behind him with haste, both of them rushing through the camp towards the edge of it, men jeering as other men held them back, refusing to let them harm Theon before the King saw to him.

It was only as Robb approached did he see the two women chained either side to Theon. One had long brown hair hanging down her back, an innocent face for her young age. The other had short hair up to her chin, blonde curls covering her cheeks. But it wasn't her hair that Robb noticed. It was her eyes staring right at him. Robb felt his heart beat faster as he came face to face with them and the blonde closed her eyes, doing her best not to cry.

"Isabelle," he whispered her name and Catelyn stood behind her son, looking over his shoulder.

"Robb," Isabelle whispered back to him.

"Fetch me the key to her irons now!" Robb yelled to the nearest man who scurried away to do the deed.

"Robb, you need to listen to me," Isabelle pleaded with him. "You cannot let these men hurt Theon. You cannot let them kill him."

Robb looked confused then as the man stepped forwards and Robb released Isabelle from her chains along with the other woman, leaving Theon to stand awkwardly against the post, his body wanting to do nothing more than to slump to the ground.

"You know what he did," Robb growled to Isabelle. "He burnt Winterfell to the ground...he turned against me and I do not know what he did to my brothers."

"He did not harm them and he did not burn Winterfell down," Isabelle hissed and Robb looked to Theon, doing his best to continue his glare as Isabelle tugged on his arm. "Your brothers ran away and escaped. Ramsay burnt Winterfell down and he took Theon as a captive. He has been flaying him...torturing him...I could not leave Theon there to rot...you need to believe me..."

Robb moved his eyes down to look at Isabelle as she tugged on his wrist. Talia remained silent, her hands clasped in front of her tightly and her eyes set on the floor beneath her.

"What?" Robb wondered from her as the men began to all gather around closer, wondering what was going to happen. Robb did not intend to execute Theon in front of everyone. He would listen to Isabelle before he decided anything.

"Please," Theon suddenly croaked out and Robb looked at the dirty clothes he wore along with his missing limbs on his hand. He had scars covering his face and Robb didn't doubt that he was ill with some form of fever. "I didn't kill them...I didn't...I'm so sorry..."

"Why did you do it?" Robb asked him, looking him up and down. "You took my home...ruined it..."

"I know!" Theon snapped out, trying to pull on the chains which bound him. "I know what I did and I am sorry for it. I was stupid and foolish."

"The men are demanding your head, Theon," Robb responded.

"He is ill, Robb," Isabelle whispered and Robb turned around to look at the men who were still gathering around.

"Leave us be!" Robb yelled to them, tiring of their wandering eyes and questioning stares. He didn't need that, nor did he want that. "Feast and sleep. I shall speak with the traitor but no one is to harm him unless I say otherwise."

The men moved away, grumbling and grunting whilst Robb's jaw remained firm and his eyes set on Theon.

"You will have your time to explain to me later," Robb said. "It is only with reluctance that I shall allow you to a tent to be seen by a maester."

"Robb-"

"-But I will not forget your treachery," Robb interrupted his mother and looked to the girl Isabelle had travelled with. "My lady, if you could escort Theon Greyjoy to the maester then I would appreciate that. My mother shall go with you."

"I shall not-"

"-Do it," Robb interrupted her again. "I would have this lady have her wounds treated also, along with Theon."

"And where do you intend to take her?" Catelyn wondered from her son, her head motioning to Isabelle as she continued to stand by his side. "Your wife currently occupies your tent. If she hears of her coming back then she will write to her father. Do you know what will happen if she is found here?"

"I would not be here if we had not been caught," Isabelle assured Catelyn. "And I will not be staying for long. I know that the Boltons want nothing more than to punish me for what I have done."

"You stabbed your lord husband," Catelyn said as though Isabelle needed reminding. "It is a miracle he is still alive. He will know that you took Theon and everyone now knows that Theon is here. Lord Bolton will-"

"-He will not know," Isabelle interrupted. "I will leave before the night finishes."

"No," Robb snapped back at her and took her hand with haste into his, dragging her away from his mother. Isabelle did her best to resist him as they wandered further from the camp and into the trees which hid it. She stumbled over a few branches as Robb's pace remained quick.

They came to a small clearing and Robb then acted with haste, lowering his face towards hers and kissing her swiftly on the lips, claiming her mouth for his own. She remained silent as his tongue invaded her mouth and moved against hers. Her hands circled his neck whilst his hands took her waist. He pulled back after a few moments and took her head into his hands, running his fingers over her golden locks slowly.

"I've missed you," Robb whispered to her. "I've missed you so much."

"And I you," Isabelle replied quietly. "But I cannot stay here for long. I tried to kill Ramsay and if he finds me then I know what will happen. I know that he will harm me more than he already has done...and he would take your men from you..."

"I do not need the Boltons," Robb implored her. "I have the Freys."

"And if the Freys caught wind of me being here then you could lose their support. There is no way for me to stay with you. You have a wife...I have a husband but I refuse to go back to him."

"And I would not let you go back," Robb assured her.

"You have no say in this, Robb," Isabelle whispered. "I am doing this to help you."

"And where would you have gone if not caught?"

"I do not know," Isabelle said, her mind racking for a plausible answer but she could not come up with anything. "But I do know that you are angry with Theon for what he did."

"He betrayed me. How can I ever trust him again?"

"You need to speak with him," Isabelle pleaded and Robb's eyes glowered as she tugged on the lapels to his cloak, urging for him to listen to her words. But Isabelle knew Robb. Robb only listened to her when his mind could be changed. "He betrayed you, but he has suffered and he is sorry."

"So he has managed to gain your pity?"

"If he had not then I would have left him to Ramsay," Isabelle hissed. "Just speak to him, Robb. Send him back to Pyke...keep him in a cell...but listen to him."

Looking down to her, Robb took her hand softly into his, holding it lightly as he did his best to forget Theon. His other hand moved to her short blonde curls, stroking through them before he moved his forehead against hers.

"Your hair..." he mumbled and she closed her eyes, the feeling of Robb's warm breath on her cheek enough to make her content for a little while.

"I tried to disguise myself. I know it is not much, but it is something," Isabelle replied.

"And where would you go with your disguise?" Robb mumbled and Isabelle shrugged again.

"I don't know," she replied. "I would go South maybe? No one knows of me in the South. If Ramsay is still alive then I am hardly safe. I would not be surprised if he sent men to hunt me down. Nothing about Ramsay surprises me anymore."

Robb didn't say anything to her then. He remained content for a few seconds holding her in his arms. But he didn't notice the woman behind the trees. Roslin Frey kept herself hidden as her husband cradled the blonde girl to him, his arms enveloping her in a protective manner Roslin could only dream of having from her husband. She did not resent her husband, but she did resent the girl. This was the girl who refused to leave them be; the girl Robb would not forget. It was all her fault.

Turning on her heel, Roslin felt a rush of emotions run through her. Sorrow, hatred, grief; all of them showing at once. But she did know that it wouldn't be long before her husband's secret whore was discovered and sent back to the torture she had grown accustomed to.

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