I am so sorry about the long wait! Midterms came up and then I got sick cause my dumb roommate works with kids and is always bringing stuff home but I promise I'll get back to writing this one! I promise!

white seprent: Robb is a sweetheart! Don't worry! They're going to get closer!

Bella-swan11: Robb will get it figured out soon enough! He's just honorable like his father! And don't worry. Ramsay will get whats coming to him!

ZabuzasGirl: Thank you!

Purplestan: Breakfast is just a shortened version of "breaking the fast" because that's literally what you do when you eat first thing in the morning. You fast all night when you're asleep, and you break that fast in the morning when you eat. So, I meant to type "Breaking her fast" because that's just another way of saying "eating breakfast." I just think it fits better with the narrative of GOT to use that kind of language.

linkskingsolomon: I have to admit Ramsay is an interesting character as far as villains and psychopaths go, but the point is kind of to not make her like Ramsay. Ramsay was possibly twisted into being the way he is by a servant he had and I just couldn't picture Raya being a complete psychopath.

Enjoy!

Robb wakes up early, his skin prickling from the cold air in the room. There's a solid warmth against his back and he can feel Raya's warm breath fanning against his neck. He stays still for a moment, relishing in having her close, but the cold settles in as he wakes fully. He turns his head, finding he left the window open last night. The fireplace is cold and the candles have long since gone out. He carefully removes himself from the bed, Raya rolling over into the warm spot where his body had been. He goes to the window, closing it and latching it. He stands over the bed for a moment, watching Raya sleeping there before he joins her again, pulling her back to his chest. He pulls the furs over them, Raya's skin cool to the touch as he wraps himself around her to keep her warm. He holds her for a few moments before he feels his eyes drift closed once again.

He's not sure how long he'd slept when he wakes a second time. The room is brighter now than it had been when he'd closed the window. He's still wrapped around Raya, their bodies warmer now than they had been, but without a fire the air in the room is still chilled. He lays there, wondering whether he should move before she wakes but then he realizes she already is.

"It's cold." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That is my mistake." He runs his hand along her arm. "I left the window open."

She hums, her body relaxed in his arms. "You're warm."

He smiles, burying his face in her hair. She smells of honey and her hair is soft against his face. Her skin is soft beneath his fingers as he traces her bare arm, his fingers moving towards her hand. He stays silent, watching her reaction as he closes his hand over hers. She stills for a moment before pulling his hand to her chest, holding it close. She's relaxed in his hold, her breathing steady as she lays in his arms. This is how he had pictured the day after his wedding, not how it had turned out.

Robb presses a soft kiss to the back of her neck, pressing his hips closer to hers. "Stay with me today."

Her breathing picks up, her back arching slightly her bottom pressing against him. He can feel his blood rushing between his own legs, his lips tracing across her neck. She turns in his arms, pressing up against his chest. She stares up at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she breathes. She reaches up, her fingers tracing his jaw. Robb leans forward, gently pressing his lips to Raya's. He holds her close, her body relaxing against his.

It's been two months since their marriage, Raya and Robb settling into married life nicely. Robb has found more scars on Raya's body, but he doesn't bring them up. He doesn't want a repeat of what happened the morning after their wedding. They're all smaller scars, except the long, thin lines along the backs of her thighs. He desperately wants to know about them but he keeps quiet to avoid another incident. Raya doesn't bring them up and pretends not to notice when he falters upon finding a new one. Robb knows she's ashamed of the marks, but he doesn't care. He cares more about who inflicted them and why than the fact she has them. He wants to make whoever hurt her in such a way pay for it. He wants revenge on whoever harmed his wife so.

Although there's no love between them, Robb cares for Raya. It's beyond a sense of duty to her now as her husband. He knows he'd protect her, bring justice upon any who would think of laying a hand on her. He finds himself thinking about her when he's away from her side. When she's with his sisters, doing needlework while he trains, or when he's with his father being groomed to be the next Lord of Winterfell and she's with his mother, learning the affairs of the house, his thoughts are often drawn back to her. She's distant and keeps her walls up around him, and he finds himself wanting to tear them down. He wants to help her, see her for who she really is. He's gotten glimpses, moments where her guard has been down when she doesn't know he's looking. But quickly that guard is placed back up, and her inner self is hidden once again.

The only time she lets her guards down around him is when they're in bed. She doesn't resist him, doing her duties as a wife. He's sure if he had been the kind of man to force himself on her she wouldn't resist him then either. Someone had taught her what to do as a wife, but it still surprises her when he takes the time to prepare her, wanting it to feel just as good for her as it does for him. He's kind, taking his time, making love to her when they couple instead of a dutiful rutting to put an heir in her belly.

It's after they finish that he sees the marble facade crack, revealing the softness underneath. She lets him hold her, his hands careful to avoid the scarred places on her body. She relaxes in his hold, all the tenseness she holds during the day finally melting away. He sees a side to her, a side no one else sees. A side reserved for their most intimate moments.

She's up early that morning, removing herself from his arms quickly. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as she leans over the chamber pot, vomiting into it. She wipes her mouth, getting up to drink some water.

"Are you alright?" He asks her, frowning in concern.

She nods. "Yes. I wasn't feel well last night. I think dinner didn't quite agree with me."

He nods, lifting the blankets so she can lie down again. "Stay in bed today. I will let mother know you aren't feeling well."

She looks like she wants to argue with him, but she doesn't, acquiescing to stay in bed for the day. He gets up, fetching a maid to clean out the chamber pot, dressing himself. He leaves her with a kiss to her head, heading down to breakfast.

Catelyn comes up after breakfast, carrying a bowl of soup. Robb had told her of Raya's sickness that morning and she wants to check on the girl. She had grown fond of Raya during her time spent with the girl. She holds herself well and is very bright. She understands her duty as a wife and the future Lady of Winterfell. Raya's strong, just like her husband had reassured her. To survive sixteen years in a place devoid of many women was an honorable feat. She could count on one hand the times she'd met Roose Bolton, and every time she had been unnerved by him. He was a loyal vassal of her husband's, but she was not eager to stay in his company for long. Something about his presence concerned her. But Raya was not like him. She had never met the second, late Lady Bolton, but she could imagine she was a lot like Raya.

Raya is sitting up in bed when she enters Robb's room. She doesn't look ill, pale, but that was a normal complexion in the North. Raya smiles softly at her as she brings the soup over.

"I had the cook make you some stew. It's easy on the stomach." Catelyn says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do you need me to fetch the Maester?"

Raya shakes her head, taking the stew. "No, thank you. I am feeling a little better now."

Catelyn nods. "Is this the first time this has happened?"

Raya nods, swallowing the bite of stew she took. "Yes. I was feeling unwell yesterday morning and the day before, but it passed quickly. This morning was the first time I was sick."

Catelyn quickly gets an idea of what's happening. It had been two months since the wedding, and she had overheard Robb discussing his bedroom life with the Greyjoy boy more than once in the training yard. Catelyn had been sick will all five of her pregnancies, the most with Sansa. She puts a hand on Raya's, leaning in closer despite the closed door.

"When did you bleed last?"

Raya seems taken aback by the question for a moment, but that's quickly replaced with shock as she thinks back. "I...It was before the wedding...a week before…" She looks up at Catelyn, unable to hide the worry behind her gaze. "I think I may need to see the Maester after all."