A/N: The wedding day has arrived! This chapter has some of my favourite Robb/Ailsa interaction that I have written so far so I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think.

I've realised today that I only have four chapters left to write before I've finished this story and I can't believe I will be stopping writing Robb & Ailsa. There are still a lot of chapters left for me to post, you guys have a lot more action to read through but I'm almost done with my part and it makes me a bit sad :(

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Lord and Lady Greyjoy

The day before Sansa and Theon's wedding was the busiest yet, I was awake at first light and straight down to the kitchens to make sure everything was in place for the feast. I then had some of the men bring up enough ale and wine from the cellar and temporarily store it in a small chamber just off the dining hall so it would be easier to get at the next day. After I had done that I took a break for my own breakfast, closing my eyes for a moment in relief as I took my place next to Robb. "I don't even want to know how early you were up this morning," he commented.

"There is much to do," I said in response, opening my eyes and smiling gratefully at Kayla who had just set my breakfast down in front of me.

"Let me help," he said.

"You have enough to do with keeping the Lords happy, you know they will be most upset they have to go a day without you tomorrow," I teased and he rolled his eyes.

"Promise me you'll get someone to help you," he urged.

"It is not me doing all the work, and besides it is just for one day," I reassured him.

"Very well, no one can say I did not try," he sighed and I smiled at him, taking his hand for a moment before I turned to my food. I had barely been eating for a minute when a group of men carrying a roll of drapes on their shoulders entered the dining hall. I was on my feet at once hurrying towards them, ignoring Robb's exasperated sigh; "what are you doing with these in here?" I asked them.

"Drapes for the feast your Grace," one of them answered me.

"No," I corrected him, "these drapes are for outside the keep, you feel how much thicker the material is? The silk drapes are for the dining hall"

"So sorry your Grace," he apologised.

"There is no harm done," I smiled as the men turned to leave the way they had just come.

"Ailsa, will you come back here and finish your breakfast?!" Robb demanded from behind me.

"I will have lunch," I promised turning to him; "I can't let them hang the drapes alone!"

"I am sure they will hang them just fine without you," he said, coming towards me.

"And what if they don't?" I questioned; "they will have to come down again and it will take even longer, it is easier if I just direct them – then it will be right the first time"

"Fine," Robb growled, pulling me into a brief embrace; "but you will have lunch I command it"

"You command it?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow and letting a smile play on my lips.

"Yes I command it," he insisted, kissing me lightly on the lips before letting me go.

I missed lunch and I knew that Robb was probably annoyed with me but I was so determined that everything was perfect for the wedding that I completely lost track of time. My final job was to make sure the banners of house Stark and Greyjoy were hung on either side of the dining hall door but I could find no men free to hang them. Eventually I grew impatient waiting for someone to help and so I decided to hang them myself; I unfurled the banner of house Greyjoy first and was about to climb up onto a chair so I could reach high enough when Lady Westerling appeared. "Can I help you your Grace?" she asked, looking confused at what I was doing.

"Could you hold the chair steady for me?" I asked her.

"Of course," she agreed at once, coming and taking a firm hold of it before I stepped onto it. I reached as high as I could and by standing on the tips of my toes I managed to hook one side of the banner onto the nail that was tacked into the wall. I turned slightly on the chair before stretching up to hook the other side as well and breathed a sigh of relief as I dropped back down to the flats of my feet. Lady Westerling insisted on hanging the Stark banner as we agreed that although we were both tiny, she was taller than me by a small margin. She did seem able to hook the banner quicker than I did and hopped off the chair once she was done, a smile on her face. "I cannot wait until tomorrow," she told me and I returned her smile.

"Neither can I," I confessed, "It will be a happy day indeed"

"And I will finally meet my betrothed," she told me happily as we stepped back to admire the banners.

"You must be excited," I said warmly.

"So excited," she agreed.

I let a satisfied smile come to my lips as I admired the newly hung banners; the golden kraken of house Greyjoy was complimented well by the grey dire wolf of house Stark. Now the final job had been done and I could finally relax, as I thought that I realised just how tired I was, and just how hungry as my stomach growled. "Shall we go in to dinner?" I suggested to Lady Westerling.

"Dinner would be most welcome your Grace," she agreed. We had barely taken a step towards the door when Robb's voice called out behind us; "you are a little late for lunch!"

"I'm sorry," I groaned turning to face him; "I did mean to come, I just forgot the time"

"No matter," he smiled, bending his head to kiss me lightly; "you are headed for dinner at least?"

"Yes," I confirmed, "everything is well in hand now"

"The banners look good," he complimented as I took his arm.

"Lady Westerling and I hung them," I told him, sending a smile her way which she returned.

"What Queen hangs banners?" he questioned as the three of us walked into the hall.

"Your Queen," I smiled up at him and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes," he agreed after a moment, "my unconventional Queen"

"It is not my fault I am unconventional, I was neither born nor raised to be Queen," I told him.

"But you were born and raised to be a Lady," he countered.

"Are you saying I am not a Lady?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows as he pulled out my chair.

"Lady's don't hang banners," he replied as we dropped into our seats.

"And Lady's do not do what I did to you last night," I whispered in his ear; "but I did not hear you complaining then"

"If you're lucky I will let you do it again tonight," he smirked at me and I reached forward and kissed him slowly, letting my hand wander up his thigh. He pulled away after a minute and I let my hand linger for a moment longer before taking it away. "That's not funny," he told me and it was my turn to smirk at him before I took a drink of wine.

"Neither is questioning how ladylike your wife is," I countered and he shook his head at me, amusement shining in his eyes.

"Our bedroom is this way," Robb told me as I made to turn in the opposite direction when we reached the top of the stairs.

"I know that," I replied, rolling my eyes, "I'm tired not mad, I was going to drop in on Sansa first"

"I'm sure Sansa's fine," he said, pulling me into his arms.

"No woman is fine the night before her wedding," I replied and he frowned.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because tomorrow everything changes, even if it is for good it is still scary," I smiled.

"Fine," he sighed, "but don't be long … I've been waiting long enough for you"

"I will be as quick as I can," I promised him and he bent his head and kissed me so passionately I almost forgot my plan to go and see Sansa, wanting nothing more than to let Robb drag me to bed. Somehow I managed to pull myself away from his lips and frown up at him; "you are a bad man Robb Stark," I told him and he smirked.

"But you love me," he countered, pulling me closer again.

"Don't you dare!" I scolded, moving my head so his lips landed on my cheek.

"I want you," he said burying his head in the crook of my neck, making my knees weak.

"You are making this near impossible," I replied.

"Good," he smiled against my neck before nipping my collarbone with his teeth, making me gasp.

"Robb stop it," I almost moaned.

"That is a new one … you usually tell me not to stop it"

"Just give me a minute to see Sansa," I insisted.

"Alright," he reluctantly agreed, letting me go, "but if you are more than a minute I'm coming for you"

"I will be with you as soon as I can," I said moving towards Sansa's room, "you were right though!" I called out to his retreating back before I knocked on her door.

"About what?" he questioned, turning back to look at me.

"I do love you," I smiled and I saw him grin widely before he turned back towards our own room.

Sansa answered almost immediately and I smiled widely at her, she tried to return it but it looked as though it took her a lot of effort. "Are you alright?" I questioned as I stepped into the room.

"My mother's just been," she told me as she closed the door.

"That explains it," I smiled, remembering how uncomfortable my own talk with her had been.

"She told me about what to expect," she said, sitting herself down.

"She told me that too," I told her.

"Does it hurt badly?" she asked me.

"Compared to birthing a child it is nothing," I said honestly, "but in that moment it does hurt"

"Just for the first time?" she questioned and I nodded.

"Did you not ask your mother this?" I frowned.

"It was so uncomfortable I just wanted her to say as little as possible," she confessed.

"You know how I felt now … when she was talking about me laying with her own son," I laughed.

"I suppose that is worse!" Sansa agreed, laughing with me for a moment.

"Sansa I beg you don't worry about your wedding night," I said seriously, "there is pain but only for a moment and after that …" I hesitated.

"Go on," she urged.

"Well after that you may find a great pleasure in laying with your husband," I told her.

"The Queen once told me I must suffer my husband taking his pleasure with silence until he got me with child," she confessed quietly and I was instantly furious with Cersei Lannister.

"Listen to me," I said firmly, "you want to pay no mind to what that woman told you. She is obviously bitter because her own husband preferred whores, there was no love between them any fool could see that when they were here at Winterfell"

"Thank you Ailsa," she said gratefully.

"You will have a wonderful day tomorrow," I insisted and she nodded; "Promise me you'll try and get some sleep," I said as I rose to leave.

"I will try," she smiled, rising up to open the door for me.

"I will come in the morning and help you," I promised.

"Thank you Ailsa," she said again as she moved aside so I could walk into the hallway.

"Goodnight Sansa," I smiled at her once I was outside.

"Goodnight," she returned and I smiled again before turning to walk down to my own rooms hoping that Robb would not keep me up all night as I was starting to feel the effect of my early start.

When I entered our room he was laying fully dressed on our bed sound asleep. I couldn't help but smile as I crossed quietly to him and eased his boots from him, he stirred slightly but didn't wake and I moved my hands to unbutton the topmost buttons of his shirt and jacket. I changed into my night clothes then and pulled some of the furs from our bed to lay over him before I slid beneath our sheets and snuggled up against his warm body, finally letting my eyes close. Robb's hand was running through my hair when I opened them again to the faint morning sunshine, I sighed softly and then raised my head to look at him. He smiled apologetically at me; "I fell asleep," he said.

"I saw," I smiled back at him, "I don't mind, truly I was exhausted"

"I will make it up to you," he promised, his hand stilling in my hair.

"I can hardly wait," I said, shifting away from him, "but I must"

"Must you?" he questioned, as I dodged his hands and managed to get out of bed.

"I have to help Sansa get ready," I told him.

"I'm sure my mother is helping, and Arya," he protested.

"Robb I promised her, and she helped me before my wedding, I would return the favour," I insisted.

"You are too nice," he grumbled as I pulled out a gown from the dresser.

"You don't usually complain about me being nice," I said suggestively, stepping into my dress.

"Just five minutes," he replied, patting the bed next to him.

"It is never just five minutes Robb," I laughed as I tightened the ties of my dress around my waist.

"You look so beautiful," he breathed.

"Stay where you are," I warned; "you are not coming near me this morning Robb Stark"

"Are you afraid I may change your mind?" he questioned, climbing out of bed.

"No," I said, trying to sound certain and he laughed.

"Very well I won't touch you," he said opening a box that sat on my dressing table. I watched him for a second, suspicious that he had given up so easily before turning and running a brush through my hair, gathering half of it up and pinning in to the back of my head. "I would have you wear this today," Robb said and I turned to see he held my crown.

"If you insist on it," I smiled.

"It is a grand occasion," he smiled back, placing it gently atop my head.

"And are you not wearing one yourself?" I questioned.

"Can you imagine me in a crown?" he replied, rolling his eyes.

"I think you would look most handsome," I said cupping his cheeks and placing a light kiss on his lips.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you later?" he whispered.

"Whatever you please I hope," I replied softly before walking to the door of our room.

Lady Stark was lacing up Sansa's wedding gown when I let myself into the room, I smiled widely at her and she managed to return it although she looked pale and nervous. "You look beautiful," I told her truthfully as her mother finished tying up the gown which was snowy white, embroidered richly with golden thread. "I'm so nervous," she confessed, smoothing her hand down the front of it.

"I would tell you not to be but nothing I say will help," I smiled.

"It is normal for a bride to be nervous," Lady Stark added, "it would be strange if you weren't"

"Exactly," I agreed, "now, how do you want your hair?"

"Nothing too complicated," Sansa said.

"That's good because I cannot do anything too complicated," I replied and all three of us laughed.

"That's better," Lady Stark smiled as Sansa sat herself at her dressing table.

"How about a plait?" I suggested as Arya entered the room with a jug of wine; "I am useless at doing my own but I used to plait my mother's," I continued.

"That sounds perfect," Sansa replied.

"Wine?" Arya asked, setting the jug in front of her.

"No, I don't want my head clouded … I want to remember everything of today," Sansa said.

"Well I will have some," Lady Stark told her.

"So will I," I smiled as I began pulling strands of Sansa's hair into place. Arya poured two cups of wine while I continued working Sansa's auburn hair into a tight braid, making sure there was no wisp out of place. Lady Stark handed me a leather tie when I reached the end and I secured it tightly; "perfect," I commented triumphantly before taking a sip from my own wine cup.

"Thank you Ailsa," Sansa said gratefully.

"It's the least I could do after everything you did for my wedding," I told her seriously.

"Will Robb be here soon?" she asked.

"I should think so … I can go and get him if you like?" I replied.

"Robb will come when Theon leaves for the Godswood," Lady Stark said; "you do not want to arrive before the groom"

"No," Sansa agreed, "no I don't want to do that"

"Are you sure you don't want any wine?" Arya asked and we all burst into laughter again at the seriousness of her tone.

Robb came a while later and after a moment of awkwardness he managed to tell Sansa how beautiful she looked before holding out his arm to lead her out of the room. Lady Stark and I exchanged amused glances before following them out, Arya close behind us. The sun was hidden behind angry looking clouds and I said a silent prayer to the Gods that the rain would keep away until we were all safely back in the keep. We walked just behind Robb and Sansa as they entered the Godswood, and I couldn't help but smile at how Theon's eyes lit up as they fell on Sansa, colour flooding his previously pale cheeks. Robb lay Sansa's hand atop Theon's and hesitated a moment before stepping away from them to take his place at my side.

I smiled up at him as the Septon began the ceremony and he smiled his special smile back at me and I knew that he too was remembering our own wedding day. His hand found mine as Theon cloaked Sansa and I squeezed it before he let go so we could clap along with everyone else as Theon embraced his new wife. We walked back to the keep just behind the new Lord and Lady Greyjoy, our pace quick as a few spots of rain were beginning to fall down from the heavens. Robb and I embraced Sansa and Theon in turn as they stood outside the dining hall, waiting to thank all their guests; "I promise you this will be the least enjoyable part of your day," I grinned.

"Do you have to look so happy about it?" Theon asked.

"I'm sorry," I apologised, "but I seem to remember you smirking at me when I did this"

"Are you sure you aren't confusing me with someone else?" Theon questioned with the same smirk.

"Quite certain," I replied, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Don't start … there's quite a line forming behind us," Robb said, taking my hand and pulling me into the dining hall before Theon could retort.

The atmosphere at the wedding feast was jubilant, I danced with almost every one of Robb's Lords, coming last to Theon as Robb twirled Sansa round in the middle of the floor. "I'm so happy for you," I told him seriously; "I know you're going to have a wonderful life together"

"It's already started," Theon smiled widely, casting a glance towards Sansa who was in fits of laughter in Robb's arms. He danced us closer to them then and Sansa looked up as we approached and sent a beaming smile to her new husband. "Swap?" Theon suggested, raising his eyebrows at Robb.

"Swap," Robb agreed with a grin, and Sansa and I were instantly reclaimed by our husbands. I smiled up at Robb as he held me close to him; "are you enjoying yourself?" I asked.

"I will be enjoying myself more when you are out of that gown," he whispered in my ear.

"Can you think of nothing else?" I giggled.

"I have been wanting you all day, it's been driving me mad," he groaned.

"We cannot leave before the bride and groom," I told him quietly.

"It is a very good thing they have just slipped away then," he replied with a sly smile. I returned it at once and as one we stepped out of our embrace and made our way towards the doors of the hall. Robb followed me up the stairs and I was about to turn to head to our door when the sound of Sansa giggling madly floated down the hallway, I glanced at Robb and he looked mortified. "I did not need to hear that," he said and I couldn't help the laughter that slipped through my lips.

"Come on," I said, tugging on the front of his jacket and pulling him towards our own rooms; "let's see if I can't make you forget all about it"

"I like the sound of that," he replied, a smile on his lips as I dragged him towards our door.

Robb's lips captured mine in a slow, burning kiss as soon as we were inside our room and I grabbed him closer to me, desire building instantly inside me. "Do you remember our wedding night?" I asked him, pulling away slightly so I could work on undoing his buttons.

"As if I could ever forget," he whispered back, his own hands on the ties of my gown.

"I was so nervous," I breathed as I pushed his jacket away from him.

"So was I," he replied as I felt my clothing loosening and I smiled against his lips.

"You were not," I said disbelievingly.

"I was," he insisted, biting down gently on my lower lip as my gown fell to the floor.

"Why?" I asked as I slid his shirt from his shoulders and let my hands roam across his chest.

"Because you were my bride and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you … but I knew I would," he explained, running his hands down the length of my back and letting them rest on my bottom, squeezing it gently. "You didn't seem nervous," I whispered as I quickly unlaced him.

"Your hands shook the first time you tried to do that," he remembered, steering me towards the bed.

"I was nervous," I reminded him as my head hit the pillows.

"You were amazing," he told me, crawling up to nestle between my legs.

"Were?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows as I wrapped my legs around him.

"Are," he corrected himself with a smirk before kissing his way across my breasts.

"I need you now," I managed to gasp out as his hand wandered high on my thigh.

"Now you know how I have been feeling all day," he growled before pushing himself inside me.

"Stop complaining," I said and he slammed hard into me in response making me cry out loudly. He continued his motions, burying himself deep inside me at every thrust of his hips until I could take no more. As I fell over the edge I dragged his lips to mine and kissed him with everything I had and he groaned against my mouth as he shuddered to his own end. He stayed inside me as we fought to regain our breath, his head leaning against my shoulder. I turned my own head after a while and kissed him on his forehead; "better now?" I asked, smiling against his skin.

"You were certainly worth the wait," he replied his hand pulling my thigh back up to rest on his hip, catching my eye and smirking. I pushed against his shoulder in response and he rolled onto his back, a tight hold on my thighs making sure I ended up astride him. "Have you not had enough?" I asked.

"When will you learn?" he replied, his eyes filled with lust; "I will never, ever, have enough of you."

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that, thanks for reading. Let me know what you think! :)