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Chapter 28

It was the middle of the night when they finally rode out. Freya hated leaving without saying goodbye to Rickon and without even seeing Bran, but she didn't have a choice. Freya's eyes kept scanning the ranks, hoping that she would find another woman there, but she had no such luck.

Freya was afraid of what being the only woman with 18,000 men would mean for her, but Theon told her Robb had given an order, if anyone touched her they would be killed. It seemed to be working thus far, the majority of the men didn't even look at her. The ones that did, cast glances her way before quickly looking away.

Freya rode next to Theon so he could keep an eye on her. She swayed in her saddle, the lack of sleep was starting to get to her. Her eyes were heavy and she had stopped listening to Theon's chatter some time ago. She felt her head drifting toward her chest when someone grabbed her reins and stopped her horse. Her head snapped up and she found Robb next to her.

"Are you all right," Robb asked softly. People continued to move past them, but Freya knew they were being listened to.

"I'm fine, the journey is catching up with me," she admitted.

"We'll make camp soon, you can rest then."

"I'm a prisoner Robb, you can't let your men see you treating me with any sort of kindness. They will take it for weakness," Freya whispered.

"You are my weakness."

"And they will use me against you if they know that, my father will use me against you as well. Why do you think he sent me to you?"

Robb shook his head at her, his jaw tightening in response. "Just stay awake until we make camp," he snapped. "I don't want you falling off your horse."

"Certainly, Lord Stark," Freya shot back in irritation.

Robb shook his head again but turned his horse and rode away from her. Freya sat up straighter in her saddle and tried to focus on remaining awake. Despite it being an easy ride down the King's Road to their destination, with the size of the army and the amount of supplies they were transporting, it was taking longer than expected. It was not until late the next night that they finally arrived at Moat Cailin.

Theon helped Freya down from her horse, steadying her as she swayed in her exhaustion. Robb had sent a party ahead to begin setting up tents and such for when they arrived. Theon's eyes scanned the tents as he wondered what to do with Freya.

"We should find Robb, he'll know where you are staying," he finally said. He took hold of her arm and led her through camp. They quickly found Robb's tent and stepped inside of it. Robb glanced up at them from where he sat at the table, studying a map.

"Theon your tent is two down, you can go," Robb said as he stared at Freya.

"What about Freya," Theon asked as he released her arm.

"I'll take care of it," Robb said his eyes never leaving her.

"Just go Theon, its fine," Freya muttered. She managed to stifle a yawn as Theon left the tent. She remained where she was, unsure of what Robb wanted from her.

"Are you hungry," Robb asked suddenly.

"No, just tired," Freya said as she glanced around the tent.

"I know that I said you are a prisoner, some of the others wanted to build a prison to keep you in, a cage for the lion, but I don't think you would be safe there. The only way to keep you safe is if you stay here," Robb explained.

"Here, as in, here in your tent," Freya asked.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"You could give me one of my own," Freya suggested.

"Just because I said I would kill anyone who dared touch doesn't mean everyone is going to obey. If you were by yourself someone might try to take advantage of you," Robb replied.

"So I'll stay here with you."

Robb simply nodded and turned his attention back to the map in front of him. Freya glanced around the tent again and noted that there was only one bed. Surely he didn't expect her to sleep with him. The flap of the tent reopened and Theon stepped back inside.

"I forgot to give you this," he said as he passed Freya the basket that Snow White rode in.

"Gods, I forgot too," Freya said as she sat the basket on the floor and flipped the lid open. The pup poked her head and immediately climbed from the box. Grey Wind rose from next to Robb's feet and crossed the tent to sniff the pup. Snow licked his nose and let out a playful yip of excitement.

"Well at least those two are getting along," Theon commented. "Try not to kill one another please."

He strode from the tent again and left Robb and Freya in silence. The wolves continued to play with one another, while their owners looked anywhere but at one another. Freya heaved a sigh and moved toward the bed.

"Can I take one of these blankets," she asked.

"Why? Where are you going," Robb asked.

"Nowhere, but it is your tent and I am your prisoner, I don't think it would be appropriate for us to share the bed. I'll sleep on the floor," Freya explained.

"You are not sleeping on the floor," Robb said firmly.

"You can't sleep on the floor, how will you explain that if someone enters the tent," Freya asked.

Robb ran a hand through his hair and looked up to meet her gaze. "A month ago you wouldn't have thought twice about sharing a bed with me," Robb said softly.

"Things have changed."

"You've changed, things remained the same, I still love you, that's not going to change."

"Robb, I can't do this with you right now," Freya said tiredly. She sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands. "No matter what you say, this conversation does not end well for me."

"So you would avoid the truth to keep from getting hurt by it," Robb asked.

"Apparently," Freya snapped. She lifted her head to look at him. "Someone is lying to me, both are people that I care deeply for, I've had enough heartbreak in the past week. I can't handle anymore."

"Freya," Robb said as he moved to her. He knelt in front of her, careful not to touch her in fear that it would upset her further. "Just ask me, please, let's be done with it. I can't... I can't go into battle with this hanging over my head."

"Don't talk like that," Freya cried.

"It's true, I'm not being dramatic, I'm simply stating a fact. Do you know how hard it is to have a meeting about soliders and war plans when you don't know what is happening with the woman you love? It's difficult, probably one of the most difficult things I've ever done. All day, all I wanted to do was ride next to you, to make sure you were all right. I couldn't though, but right now it is just us and we both want answers."

"Robb," Freya murmured as she shook her head. She drew a ragged breath and looked up to meet his gaze. She pursed her lips for a moment, the question on the tip of her tongue. "Did you go to the whorehouse while I was gone? Did you betray me?"

Her entire body tensed, waiting for his answer. Robb wanted to reach out and take her hand, a habit that had lingered from childhood. He knew that if he did, she would lose it though. He held her gaze, nothing but honesty radiating from him.

"No, I did not go to the whorehouse, nor did I betray you."

Freya turned her face away as tears welled up in her eyes. "And did you write to me as often as you said," she asked. Robb started to answer her, but realized she wasn't looking at him. He carefully reached up and gently turned her face toward his. Without realizing it, Freya leaned her cheek against his hand.

"I don't remember how many times I wrote, I can't give you an exact number, but like you it was almost every day."

"You didn't recieve any from me though?"

"Only two, the first one and the one about the rumors."

"I don't understand, what happened to them all? If you wrote and I wrote, why didn't we...," she trailed off realizing that she knew the answer. "Lelia."

"Who?"

"My maid in King's Landing, Jamie paid her to look after me. She must have kept the letters instead of sending them or giving them to me," Freya said a frantic tone creeping into her voice. She suddenly rose and moved past Robb. Freya paced with a nervous energy, taking short quick steps as she moved back and forth across the length of the tent. Her hands twisted in front of her as she moved. Robb rose and turned to watch her, but did not move any closer.

"Why though? Why would she do that," Freya said, she didn't really want to hear the answer though. "She had nothing to gain from keeping them, what reason would she have to do so?"

"Maybe someone told her to," Robb replied.

"No," Freya breathed. She stop pacing and turned to look at Robb. "He said he would try, he wouldn't."

"Who else? Freya, who else would do this? I've seen the way he looks at you, you know how he feels about my family. Who would have more to gain from keeping us apart than him," Robb asked.

Freya let out a strangled sobb and turned away from him. "No," she choked out. "No, he... he wouldn't, he... is supposed to protect me, this isn't protecting me. He's supposed to be my brother."

"And an older brother supports his sibling no matter what they choose," Robb said as he moved toward her. He carefully put a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him. It killed him to do this to her, but she had to know the truth. "If he were truly your family he wouldn't do this to you, he would not have worked so hard to drive us apart."

Her bottom lip shook violently as she tried to hold in her sobs. She stuttered for a breath and started to speak, but all that came out was a heartbreaking sob. She leaned into Robb, her body fitting perfectly into his arms as it always had. His arms immediately went around her and he held her close.

"I am so sorry love," he whispered.

"No, you have nothing to apologize for. I could have ruined everything, I never should have doubted you, I'm sorry," she managed to get out through her tears. "Can you forgive me?"

She pulled back so that she could look into his eyes. Her face was tear stained and her hair was a diaster. Her normally bright green eyes had taken on a watery look from the tears and her skin was paler than usual. Despite all this, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but that wasn't way he said what he did.

"There is nothing to forgive, it is not your fault," Robb said firmly. He said it, and meant it, because he loved her. Robb loves her more than anything in the world, and she is his to protect, to keep safe from all harm. If he got his hands on Jamie, he would kill the Kingslayer for this.

Freya attempted to rub the tears from her face but Robb pulled her hands away. There was a waterbasin in the corner of the tent and he crossed to it, bringing back a damp cloth. He wiped her face for her before pressing a kiss to forehead. Freya caught his hand in her own and kept him in place. She stared up at him for a moment before rising on her toes and pressing a hesitant kiss to his kips. Robb did not hesitate though, he dropped the cloth and pulled her into his arms.

Knowing that she was truly forgiven, Freya poured everything she had into the kiss. Robb attempted to step back but Freya moved with him.

"Freya," Robb said warningly.

"Please Robb," she whispered as she pressed her lips to his again. They backed toward the bed, Robb reaching it first. He sat down pulling Freya onto his lap, she tugged her dress up slightly so she could easily straddle him. Robb's hands ran up her thighs, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin.

Freya's fingers tangled in his wild curls as he deepened the kiss, his tongue battling with hers for control. Robb quickly undid her dress and pulled it over her head. Freya stilled his hands so she could remove his shirts.

"You wear too many layers," she commented as she tossed them to the floor.

"At least its not armor," Robb replied as he made quick work of the laces on her bodice and dropped it. His lips traveled down her neck and chest until they closed over one of her nipples. Freya gasped softly her hips pressing forward at the sensation. The friction of her hips against his caused them both to moan softly. Robb moved to her other breast as her hands scrambled between them and she undid his pants.

Robb's hand moved from her back to between her legs, gently stroking her bundle of nerves. Freya's head dropped forward onto his shoulder as she attempted to muffle her moans. She sucked at his neck causing him to release a groan from deep in his chest. Robb shifted suddenly and flipped Freya onto her back, he pulled one of her legs around his waist while she helped him push his pants out of the way. Robb pushed into her, closing his eyes as her tight heat enveloped him.

Freya's hands went to his back, her fingers digging into the corded muscles as he thrust into her. She threw her head back, her blonde hair pooling around her like a puddle and moaned. It took her a moment to realize that Robb had completely stopped moving.

"What's wrong," she asked as she met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide and his eyes had gone dark blue, almost navy. His curls stood at odd angles from her tugging at them and his lips looked slightly swollen. Robb pulled out of her, both of them moaning softly as he did so. Without a word he rolled them over so she was on top of him. "Sit up," he said softly.

"Robb, what are you doing," Freya asked as she did what he requested. He pushed himself up on one elbow and pulled her over him. She could feel him pushing against her and she slowly lowered herself onto him. She drew in a shaky, breathy gasp at the new sensations. Robb laid back, still staring up at her, both hands on her hips.

Freya bit her lip unsure of what to do, Robb's finger dug into her hips slightly and tugged just a little. She carefully followed his hands in their motion and her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Robb smiled slightly as her eyes drifted shut, looks of pleasure shooting across her face. His hands drifted across her body, gently caressing her skin, before one settled between her legs and stroked that tiny bundle once more. Freya let out a strangled cry and for a moment Robb was afraid something hurt her.

"Gods, Robb," she managed before moving faster against him. Robb sat up catching her lips with his. Her hands tangled in his curls again as she moaned into the kiss. His other hand drifted down her spine causing goosebumps to rise all over her back. Robb could tell she was close by the jerky movements of her hips.

"Let go love," he whispered before moaning into the skin of her neck. Freya buried her face against his neck and moaned loudly as she went to pieces. Robb moved his hands to her hips and kept her moving following just behind her with his release. They fell back onto the bed together, gasping softly. Freya shifted off his chest and moved next to him curling into him.

Her eyes were still closed when she spoke, "I love you."

"I love you too, you should sleep," Robb said as he rolled onto his side to look at her. Freya nodded silently as Robb moved back onto his back and pulled her into his arms. Her fingers traced circles across his chest as her breathing slowed and she dropped into sleep. For those few hours that they slept, everything was right in their own little world. How long would it last though?

I'm going to start apologizing now for Chapter 30, just prepare yourselves because this last sentence^^, is foreshadowing, you know how much I love to do that! Also you should review chapter 16 A Nervous Lion, because it is relevant to chapter 30, not saying how, but you will see. Coming up we have the return of Catelyn Stark, and that's all I'm going to say about that. I will say that Chapter 30 is part of the reason that I decided to change the rating of the story, there will be a warning before the chapter detailing some of the things as they could be triggers for some people and I don't want anyone to be upset by the chapter. If you are concerned feel free to message me with any questions or comments that you have.