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Chapter 49
Iseis gently brushed away a tear as her memory faded and she was brought back into the cold grasp of reality. Her heart ached for Robb and she wondered if she would ever not mourn his death, if she would not see him in everything and always have him on her mind. Iseis had loved him. She loved him, more than anything. And good gods it hurt not having him there with her, and knowing she would never again see his face or feel his lips against hers.
Iseis choked back a sob as the Maester continued to examine her wound and stomach, an odd cone shape horn was pressed to her belly and he had his ear against it, listening.
Iseis covered her chest with her arms, shielding herself away from his eyes. She only wanted nothing more than to be left alone at she would not be getting peace there in the Capital, nor would she ever. She was a prisoner again, after all. Iseis wanted to be able to close her eyes again and see Robb and relive the memory's she could remember before the Frey's treachery.
Maester Pycelle only removed the horn and pressed his lips into a firm line "You may get dressed now my dear, if you wish."
Iseis sighed in relief as she quickly sat up, ignoring the pain and pulled her shift up from her hips and slipped her arms in it. She did the same with her dress, slipping her arms through the sleeves and quickly lacing up the bodice.
"I am afraid I have some terrible news for you," The old man wheezed as Iseis sat silent doing up the remainder of her dress.
As she heard his words and took in that he had terrible news, Iseis didn't react, why should she care if her body was a rotting corpse? Why should she care if she was dying? Iseis didn't care, and she knew she would be unfazed by Maester Pycelle's news
"I am afraid," The old man licked his lips and paused, taking a deep breath, "I am afraid to tell you that your child lives,"
Iseis's heart almost stopped a that news. That, she was not expecting. Her child lived? How?!
"How?" Iseis asked, cautious in case it was some kind of trick. When the Maester didn't answer her quickly enough Iseis growled and then demanded again "How?!"
"It seems that the knife completely missed your womb. No doubt the knife going into your hand had provided it with some coverage and protection, and due to that, the child is still alive, I can hear it's heartbeat."
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Iseis felt some hope inside if her. Her child still was alive, Robb's child and heir was still growing inside of her.
Iseis covered her mouth with her hand and took in a sharp breath before she started crying because she was happy. Her child was alive! Iseis had never felt a relief and joy such as that, and her entire heart shuttered as some of the broken pieces re-mended themselves. As Iseis cried her hand went to her stomach where it gently rested, and she swore she would protect it this time, she would not allow any harm to befall it.
She cried and the old man put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting way "There, there," He said "Never fear Princess, there's no need to be sad."
"Sad?" Iseis asked, confused "Why would I be sad?"
The Maester looked confused "Well are you not? After all, you were free of the Young Wolf, your captor, and now you must still bare his child." Iseis than realized that Maester Pycelle as well was under the impression that she was raped and mistreated. That her unborn child was conceived out of Robb forcing himself on her. "It will be over quickly Princess," He assured her, still short of breath and wheezing "We could very well end its life with moon tea, but I am afraid you would not survive the surgery it would take to get the body out of you. What you must do is birth it... Than we shall get rid of it and you will be free from the constant reminder of your suffering."
Iseis looked at him in confusion, her mouth opening and closing, "What? No, I don't understand..."
He only sighed and then began to walk out "If you excuse me, I have matters to attend..."
Suddenly Iseis knew. Once her child was born it would be a Stark, it would be Robb's. The child would be one day be the King or Queen of the North, it was a threat... And her family always eliminated threats.
Iseis swallowed as anger boiled inside of her. She didn't know what to do, knowing it would become more obvious she was still with child as time passed, but for now she needed to keep it a secret. No one could know besides herself. She would have to escape eventually because she would not let them touch her baby.
She would not lose her child, Iseis refused and she would fight until her dying breath to keep it this time.
She acted quickly, knowing Maester Pycelle was going to report to her mother of grandfather of the news about her unborn babe. Iseis shot up to her feet and grabbed a scalpel lying on a tray close by. She held it tightly in her hand as her entire body radiated rage.
She grabbed Maester Pycelle by his boney shoulder and spun him around, shoving him into the wall. Hate burned throughout her body for him along with the determination that ran through her veins to keep and protect her baby.
Maester Pycelle looked more than shocked at her actions. The scalpel found its way to his throat and she held it against his skin as she gripped his robes tightly with her other hand. Iseis growled as she grit her teeth "You listen here you lecherous bastard," She spat with venom like a snake, her voice dripping with it "You say one word to anyone about my child living and I swear that I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand me? If you value life or any of your limbs at all, you won't tell a single godsdamn soul." Iseis hissed, pressing the scalpel right near the base of his throat so harshly that she began to draw blood.
By seeing the anger and utter despise in Iseis's eyes the Maester knew she was dead serious, with fear clearly coursing through his body he nodded nervously "If that it what you wish for, than so be it. I am yours to command, Princess."
"I do not make idle threats, Maester Pycelle. You would be wise to remember this." Iseis warned and released her hold, shoving him slightly before she spun around and marched to the door.
Her hear pounded in her chest as she opened the door, joy over-came her. She felt alive again, more than just nothing and just a space being taken up. She was not whole though, not knowing that the child would never know it's father. But since waking up that morning to the hell she lived daily, her life had improved.
When Iseis opened the door her face fell when she saw someone there. Tyrion Lannister shuffled to his feet, standing up and looking at her. Iseis swallowed a lump forming in her throat as he stood there just watching her. Iseis closed the door and sank to her knees infront of her uncle.
Tears formed in her eyes as they two just looked at one another, not saying anything. He took Iseis's hands in his own, he tried not to notice the bandages that covered her still wounded hand..
"You heard?" Iseis asked him, her voice choking. She knew Tyrion had heard everything that went on in that room, that he knew about her child.
He only nodded, his face showed the pity he felt for her "I heard."
"Please, please don't tell mother or grandfather..." Iseis begged, her heart aching "Please." She whispered, barely finding her voice "If my child is killed... I'm going to die," She told him "Because I can't live like this. I need it, Uncle."
"I promise they will not hear it from me," Tyrion swore to Iseis "And my deepest condolences, for your losses..."
Iseis said nothing, only wiped a tear away that ran down her cheek.
"Jaime told me that you loved Robb Stark. I'm sorry to hear about his death. I can't imagine it was something easy for you to watch." He said with a sincere regret in his voice "Cersei says it was an ugly affair."
Iseis only blinked back tears "An ugly affair?" Iseis asked in disbelief. There were no words to describe it, but certainly 'an ugly affair' was the biggest understatement she had ever heard in her life. "Do you know how it happened?" Her voice faltered again.
He shook his head and answered quietly "No,"
"Mother did not tell you?" Iseis grit through her teeth "She didn't tell you how Robb had to crawl across the ground to get to me... How there was a massacre of our Bannermen. She didn't tell you that they pulled me away from him as I screamed as he tried to stand up. She said nothing of how Roose Bolton had told him that the Lannisters send their regards before he put a knife through his heart?" Iseis choked on her words as tears fell down her face. The pain she felt reminiscing was unbearable, and she felt as though she was getting all over again. The ache in her chest only grew when she remembered that her child would be fatherless, and she would have to raise it on her own. "Mother didn't tell you how they cut off Robb's wolf's head and then sewed it onto his body, and paraded it around?..." Iseis looked at her uncle and swallowed the tightening feeling in her throat "Every time I close my eyes I can see it. I have constant nightmares about it, and when I wake I up I find no kind of relief..." She sniffed and looked back at him.
"I had no idea, Iseis." He told her, looking at his niece in disbelief "I had no idea. I'm so very sorry."
"Uncle Tyrion, you have to promise me that you will help me keep my child." She begged him and held his shoulders tightly "Please... It's all I have left." Iseis's voice caught again.
"I will see what I can do." He told her and then took her's hands "My wife, Sansa, is having a hard time about the news, after all, it was her family as well. It would be good for her to see you."
Iseis nodded and brushed away another tear then got to her feet. "I would like to see Sansa also."
"Very well," Tyrion nodded "I have some matters to over-see, and then I will take you to her."
Robb opened his eyes yet again to be greeted by the same sight of the rafters looming above overhead. The sun was not shining this time. In fact, it was the opposite. Rain dripped down from some holes in the ceiling and thunder filled his ears.
Robb shivered and looked to see Olyvar reading in a corner, casually sitting against the wall. The water dripped into a pale next to him and he took no notice of Robb.
"Olyvar," Robb said weakly
Olyvar looked up and then closed his book, setting it aside slowly, as though he was in no rush. He walked over to a water pitcher and poured a goblet as more thunder boomed over head.
Olyvar took it to Robb and helped him drink "It's been three days since you were last awake," He explained as Robb gulped thirstily at the drink "You had a fever, I didn't think you were going to make it."
"It'll take more than a fever to get rid of me." Robb promised
"Clearly. You were shot twice by arrows and stabbed in the chest. I suppose the rumours that you can't be killed are true."
Robb shook his head "Any man can be killed."
Olyvar only stood up and went back to his book, sitting back on the ground "Dinner will be brought up soon, you must be hungry. We were able to feed you a bit of soup, but not much."
"We?" Robb asked
"Matilde and I." Olyvar said
"Matilde?" Robb asked him questioningly
"A whore who works at this brothel." Olyvar explained.
Robb raised his eyebrows "We're in a brothel right now?" He asked in surprise
"Yes," Olyvar nodded "It was the only place my grandfather would not look. He most likely thinks we're miles away from the Twins right now, not hiding within it's walls."
Robb let that process. They were still in the Twins, which meant his life was still in danger. At any moment Frey men could burst into the room and finish the job of killing him. Olyvar seemed to sense Robb's fear and he spoke "Don't worry, no one knows we're here."
Robb only nodded and pulled the blankets further up his chest, realizing how cold the air was. There had been a question itching in his mind since the moment he first woke up "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?"
Olyvar was silent for only a moment and Robb looked to see his expression. He hesitated and looked flustered "I have my reasons. I'm... I'm doing it for someone..."
"Who?" Robb asked, frowning.
"It doesn't matter," Olyvar shrugged and looked back at his book.
Robb wouldn't press him for answers. After all, he was just grateful that he had kept him alive for this long. "When will it be safe to leave?"
Olyvar only laughed and closed his book again "Easy King in the North, I know you're anxious to see your wife but you only just woke up. Let's take this one day at a time. Your wounds are looking better, but you're not even strong enough to stay awake from long, let alone ride."
Robb nodded and closed his eyes, allowing the sound of thunder and rain to fill his mind. When he thought about its sound it was almost like he was back at Riverrun, listening to the calming rain in the night. He remembered those nights when he just looked up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. Iseis was in his arms, fast asleep and her face was in the crook of his neck. He would play with her hair, feeling the texture and how soft it was running through his fingers and she would sigh in her sleep.
Robb remembered how her warm body felt, how it moulded into his while they laid there. They somehow were almost wrapped up into eachother in the night, always holding one another. He recalled feeling her heart pumping against him, how her breath felt on his skin.
But then Robb opened his eyes and he was not at Riverrun. He was in some brothel in the Twins and Iseis was miles away. He didn't know where she was or if she was safe. He didn't even know if he would ever see her again.
Flashes of the last time they had been together ran through his mind. Robb heard her screaming, a sound he couldn't forget. It echoed through his head. He couldn't forget it, not had tears running down her face and she was covered in blood, something Robb had never wanted to see.
She was hurt because of him. It was all his fault. She could have been safe if he had never married her. And because if his selfish desire he had lost everything. He lost his home, his mother, his bannermen, his army, and his child. Robb had lost the North, he stood absolutely no chance of getting it back now.
The Lannisters had won, he realized. No one was left to defend the North, and the people would surely be punished for their rebellion.
Robb never wanted any of this to happen. He didn't even want to be Lord of Winterfell, let alone King of the North. All he wanted was a peaceful life that he and Iseis could spend together, nothing more. He wanted only her ever since the first day he saw her.
The Lannisters had taken everything from him. Robb once told Iseis that he would start a thousand wars for her, but he could not even finish the one he stared his his father. Robb feared her would never see Iseis again; and to him that was a fate far worse than dying.
As Robb laid there he didn't want to think of Iseis hurt and injured, or wherever she was far away.
He wanted to remember how lovely and beautiful she was. How she used to make him smile and laugh, and how she used to make him happy
He didn't want to focus on the last time they had seen eachother at the wedding. Instead, he wanted to focus on something else. Not heartbreak and sorrow, but happiness.
So as he closed his eyes, he could see her just as vividly as though she was right there in front of him.
What he remembered most about that day was her faint smile. It had graced her lips as he looked at her, and it just faintly played on the corner of her mouth.
She was looking at a books spine as they were in the Riverrun library, reading the titles and sometimes opening them to see what their contents was about.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her swelling stomach. Only a few weeks ago when he returned she had told him of her pregnancy, and of course she had been locked up in the dungeon at that time. But Robb had been more happy about the news, and it gave him more joy than anything else in his life.
And after weeks of fighting, there was was peace between them. It had been as though those few weeks of yelling and screaming and hate had never happened. They had made love for the first time since he had returned the night before, and Robb had woken up in more than just a good mood. At the very least they had three rounds that night, and yet he still craved her.
He had sneaked away from his Bannermen so he could help her pack and ready for their journey they would embark on the following day. He would return to battle, but this time she would be at his side. He could not leave her again, not after all that happened.
As he leaned against the book shelf, his arms crossed and just watching her with a stupid dreamy grin on his face, Iseis's eyes had shifted over to him and noticed him staring.
Her smile had grown a little bit, but she tried to control it by biting her lip. It always drove him crazy when she did that. He always found it arousing when she would chew and bite her bottom lip, and he found himself wanting her once again.
"What are you looking at?" She laughed slightly as her eyes sparkled as she reached up up on her tippy toes and tried to put a book back in the shelf.
"You," Robb's silly grin only seemed to grow
Iseis's smile faded as she looked at him longer "Why? Do I have something on my face?" She moved her hands up to touch her cheeks lightly, suddenly self conscious.
"No," Robb took her hands from her face and held them lightly in his own, while chuckling slightly at her reaction "You're just beautiful."
She blushed the same as she did when they were still in Winterfell and only a budding romance was between them. He rarely saw her blush at the compliments he gave her since they've been married, so it was different to see her do so, "Oh," She was trying not to smile and as bit her lip again as she took one of her hands away and tucked some of her hair behind her ear bashfully.
"You know, I never thought angels existed until I saw you for the first time," He continued to charm her.
Iseis blushed more but rolled her eyes "Oh stop it Robb!" she smacked his chest lightly
He laughed "I'm serious! When you walked out of the carriage in Winterfell I didn't even think you were real."
She curtsied lightly, a light smirk plastered to her lips "You flatter me, Your Grace."
"Well I think the most beautiful woman in all the Seven Kingdoms deserves to be flattered occasionally."
"And to be given such compliments from a King, I think I might just swoon." Iseis's laugh was like music to his ears, and he loved knowing that he caused her to be happy like that.
Robb chuckled and winked at her "Well if you do, let me know and I'll catch you."
"Such a gentleman," She laughed again as she pulled a book out of its spot and flipped through its pages.
Robb continued watching her, taking in her radiancy and how it looked like she was glowing. She was dressed in a simple green gown, which most likely used to be his mother's. It was slightly too small for her, given the fact she has grown in the past three months while she carried his child. The dress was tight fitting, but not too much as she looked uncomfortable. It was clear her back laces of the dress were only done up loosely. Because of the looseness it caused the dress to hang off her shoulders slightly, exposing much of the tops of them and her collar bone. Her breasts were peaking out of her gown more so than usual, and Robb supposed it was because they were growing larger due to her being with child. As he looked at them he saw that she was still wearing the Direwolf necklace he gave her. Knowing that she liked it, and that she rarely took off something that he had especially made for her and given her, gave him a sense of pride.
Her hair was down in natural loose waves, looking messy but still put together at the same time. It had nothing done with it, no braid or style. Mostly it was unacceptable for grown women to do nothing with their hair such as that, it was usually only young girls who did that. But Iseis didn't seem to care. And no one else was about to tell her it was improper; after all, she was the Queen.
She was his Queen. She was his, and only his.
As she continued reading, Robb could not resist her any longer. He moved off from leaning on the book shelf and went behind her. She took no notice of him, either too wrapped up in the contents of the book, or simply not caring what he was doing.
But he moved her hair onto one shoulder, leaving the other shoulder bare. He ran his hands down her arms lightly and full of tenderness and adoration.
He noticed on her neck some of the love bites he gave her the night previous, and how he had marked her as his.
He had left many marks on her skin, ranging from light love bites, dark red and purple marks from him sucking on her skin, and bruises on her hips and between her thighs. But she never seemed to complain about any of them. She didn't even seem to hide to ones he left on her neck and chest, and she didn't try to cover them up.
She loved each one he gave her, showing the evidence of them having each other. But yet no evidence stood out as much as the one she carried in her womb. She was going to be the mother of his child, and to him there was no other woman in all the Seven Kingdoms who could be a better choice.
As he peered down at the light skin of her neck, he admired the curvature of which her neck and shoulder joined, and how perfect it looked, and how much better it would look with one of his marks on it.
He leaned down and kissed her skin lightly, and finally she took notice. She began closing her book and Robb carefully administrated his kisses to her delicate skin. He sucked on her lightly as he felt her sigh, and his hands went from her arms to her waist, where he pulled her bottom into him so it was against his crotch.
He could hear her breathing growing rigid and laboured as he continued. He felt her grow weak in the knees as he held her up. He was vaguely aware of her putting her book back in the shelf, but in that moment he didn't care.
He wrapped his arms around her centre, and moved up so his lips were pressed against her ear "You truly are the most beautiful woman in all the Seven Kingdoms," Robb told her "And last night, when you were spread out for me and naked, giving and revealing yourself to me, I have never been more sure of anything."
Iseis sucked in a breath and her hands went to his which where around her waist, she pushed herself into his lower half more, feeling his hardness against her backside and whimpering "Ohh, Robb." She moaned breathlessly, crying out for him. Clearly, she had simply forgotten that they were in public.
Often Robb did the same. Sometime he forgot there was anybody else in the world other than the two of them. But he supposed that's how he knew it was true love. Because no one else mattered. There was only her, and she was the only person who existed when he was with her.
"Pull up your skirts," He ordered her huskily, his voice dripping with desire for her. He wanted to taste her and have her beg wantonly for him. He wanted to cause her undoing, and affect her in ways only he could. "I need to have you."
"Right here, in the library?" She asked breathlessly as he grabbed her hips and grinded against her more.
"It wouldn't be the first time," He reminded Iseis. It was true, they had done in in the library; twice, in fact. Both times they needed each other desperately and the bedroom was too far away. The first time they had made sure no one was in and they locked the doors and he did her on one of the tables, bringing Iseis to her peak twice.
The second time they were at more risk of being caught. They went to the back, behind some shelves, and did their best to be quiet. Robb had tried to finish off inside her as fast as possible, but they seemed to be there longer than the both of them had thought. At that time three of his Bannermen were meeting in the library, discussing something, and the maester and his mother were there also.
When they walked out after they finished each other off, hair tousled, clothes out of place, out of breath, and hand in hand, Lord Umber had noticed. He laughed loudly, congratulated Robb for taking on such a conquest, and clapped his back like he was proud of him. Meanwhile, everyone else looked totally clueless and oblivious, much to Iseis' and Robb's relief, and Catelyn seemed to be the most at a loss.
Iseis nodded, remembering that it was not the first time they had sex in the library, and that was all the convincing she needed. She didn't want to do it there, but she didn't want to resist. She placed her hands on the shelves, gripping them hard, silently telling Robb she wanted him to take her from behind as he continued ravaging her neck and undoing the laces of his trousers so he could soon be buried inside her.
She continued panting, the desperate craving for him was made apparent in the rigidness of her breath, showing that her heart rate was accelerating.
She grabbed his hands that were placed on her hips and held them tightly, not wanting to let go.
Robb continued kissing her neck, and he breathed in her scent that was so familiar to him. He wasn't paying attention to anything but her, for she was the only one who existed to him.
Suddenly he heard Iseis gasp and she quickly pushed him away. Robb was about to take it as a challenge, as her just being feisty, but he suddenly noticed the figure who came upon the misfortune of seeing them.
"Your Majesties! I am so sorry! Carry on, I have seen nothing and heard nothing! A thousand pardons, Your Grace." The poor Maester Vyman's ears were red from embarrassment. He simply accidentally walked by while putting some books away, and Robb could tell that the last thing the old man wanted was to walk in on him and Iseis.
Iseis was blushing more than Robb has ever seen her, but Robb was amused. He only laughed "There is nothing to be sorry for, Maester. It was our own fault,"
The Maester shifted awkwardly as he had the books still in his hands "Perhaps a bedroom would be better suited for such activities, Your Grace?"
"Yes, thank-you." Iseis was still blushing as she straightened out her gown and hair. She turned to Robb with anger in her eyes and hit his chest "I was just trying to tell him that," Robb only laughed again at her expression and reaction.
Maester Vyman only chuckled and shook his head before walking off "Young love,"
As soon as he left Iseis turned back to Robb, who was still laughing, and hit him again "You idiot!" She hissed and hit him against the chest once more just for good measure "He could have seen us! This is why we shouldn't do such things in public!"
"Well I didn't hear you complaining before," Robb chuckled and looked at her rather angry expression.
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the shelf to continue looking for a book. Robb ran his hand through his hair and noticed how her posture was rigid and she seemed tense. He ran a hand through his curly auburn hair and sighed upon looking at her.
He took a step towards her and wrapped his arms around her center again, and she tried to move away "No," She protested, a look of discomfort on her face.
He didn't listen though, he had always been stubborn. It was obvious she was angry, and still embarrassed and ashamed. Robb just placed his chin on her shoulder and brought her into him even more "You're angry at me." He stated
"No," She swallowed a lump in her throat and didn't turn her head to look at him as she spoke "Not just at you. I'm angry with myself too. We shouldn't have done that... If he-or anyone- was to walk in on us while you were actually inside me..." She shook her head "It's not something Kings and Queen's do. It was improper and immature. Now Maester Vyman must figure I'm some loose whore who has no self-respect and allows you to have me wherever you wish."
"He doesn't think that," Robb kissed her head "He knows we're in love and have been apart for some while. No one could ever think about you like that..."
Iseis scoffed as she put another books back "Really? Because I know what your men call me. They call me the Whore Queen. They think the only reason you married me was because I seduced you and gave myself to you... They say I'm unfaithful to you, and just throw myself at any man I want."
Robb has heard the awful things that have circulated around his camp about her. Of course, no one ever said it to his face, but some of his lords have told him what their men had been saying, and they believed Robb had a right to know.
"Since when do you care what other people think about you?" Robb frowned. She had been raised in a remarkably proud family who thought they were superior. She had been taught to never concern herself with the opinions of those who were lesser than her.
"Since always," She whispered,
Robb turned her around in his arms so she was facing him, not the shelf, and he rested his forehead against hers gently. "Now you listen to me," Robb told her "You, Iseis Stark, are the most amazing, incredible woman I have ever met. You're kind, and smart, and passionate about everything. You're strong, and you're honourable. People say you're not any good for me, don't listen to them. Do you really think my father would have set a betrothal between us if he did not see something in you? He knew you would be a good match for me. He saw the same thing in you that I see everyday."
She had tears in her eyes as she looked up to him. Her eyes shifted slightly just so she could grab his hands and intertwine them "And what do you see?"
"That you were made for me," He whispered and she looked up in his eyes in that instant. What he saw in her eyes was a mix of the color of wildfire and what he imagined the ocean would look like. She had galaxies in her eyes, and they sparkled brighter than the stars.
He loved her so much. She was the air in his lungs, which he needed to survive. She was a raging icy blizzard, beautiful yet treacherous. She was the calm of the ocean before the storm, and she was also the storm herself. Her laugh was like music, and her smile lit up his entire world. She was his sun, and he revolved around her. And she was the brightest sun he had ever seen. And as he looked at her, he swallowed a lump forming in his throat and knew she would be the death of him, but he didn't mind.
In that moment he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. His arms went under her bottom so he could pick her up. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as they kissed. Their passion only grew as their mouths opened and their teeth clashed. His tongue found its way into her mouth and their kiss continued to spark electricity inside them. Robb felt her kiss become more desperate and he matched it, following her lead. The kiss made his head spin and his heart race up, and all he wanted was continue kissing her like this until the end of his days.
But unfortunately, like all good things, the kiss came to an end. Suddenly they pulled apart from each other, since both of them seemed to have their breath stolen away.
"I'm still mad at you," She whispered at him
Robb chuckled "Do you love me?"
"Always." She answered without hesitation.
"Then I'm alright you being mad at me for a little while. Because I know you'll eventually forgive me."
"How do you know I'll forgive you?" she asked him
"Because you just said it; you love me." He smirked as he held her even tighter
She snorted and he could tell she was resisting rolling her eyes at him "You win this round, Stark."
Hopefully that chapter was decent. I felt like I needed to include some happy parts because lately this story has been so depressing.
Next chapter hint: Iseis meets an old aqentince (who will later play a major part in the story) and finally talks to Sansa!
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-Amelia
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