Robb was stood facing the Septon when he heard the doors open for his new bride; he fought himself on whether to look back or not, knowing that his first impression of her would change his outlook for the rest of his life. After a few seconds, he gave in and glanced back once quickly before staring forward again. She was like something out of a storybook, her skin was as white as the snow that fell at Winterfell, and her dark mahogany hair made the contrast even larger. She was beautiful, something to be treasured, something to be protected.

She moved with such grace but Robb had seen that she was leaning on the man next to her pushing against him to keep herself standing, probably in an attempt to combat the nerves he was sure she was feeling. The man at her side was a few years older than Robb himself 'It must be the brother' he thought. Although he had been raised with a large family but couldn't imagine how it must have been to live in such a large house especially without a mother. Before the ceremony, Robb had been given a brief history into Roslin's lineage and how she was close to all 5 of her full blood brothers especially Perwyn, the oldest, who he believed was walking next to her. Robb heard his mother exhale deeply as the girl walked closer to him, when he had looked back he saw that her hands were shaking and her eyes were fixed to the floor.

"Welcome all, due to the 2 Houses of this union having different faiths we will be bring some of the Northern ceremony into the Faith of 7, as Lord Robb Stark has stated that he is unopposed to getting married in the light of the 7." The Septon stated.

At this announcement she and Robb made eye contact for the first time, Robb could see that she was consumed by fear so in an attempt to ease her worries he forced a smile to fill his face.

Robb saw past her and the rows filled with young girls who were beaming at the wedding in front of them, behind them; men and women with stern or uninterested looks on their faces, he felt bad that he could only provide a few Northern lords and their sons as wedding guests knowing how upset Sansa would be with him that she missed his wedding.

"Who comes before both gods this night?"

"Roslin, of House Frey, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?" The brother said, struggling with the exact words and Robb could tell he wasn't used to Northern weddings.

"Robb, of House Stark, heir to Winterfell and the North. Who gives her?" Robb said snapping his head back to the Septon.

"Perwyn, of House Frey, her father's fifteenth son and this Lady's brother." He recited perfectly before kissing his sister on the cheek and taking his seat on the bride's side.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The Septon continued not waiting for Perwyn to sit down fully.

At this Roslin turned her back to Robb, who removed the patchy grey cloak from her back. Robb took off his own white cloak which was stitched with a grey direwolf; his mother had made it for him after his father had gone to King's Landing. He swung it off and in one swift move placed it on Roslin's shoulders, it buried her as it was easily double the size of the one he had just removed, so Robb turned her with his hands on her shoulders to face him and tied the strings to help her keep it on.

"Thank you, my Lord" She whispered, so only he could hear it.

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Let it be known that Roslin of House Frey and Robb of House Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The Septon then announced grabbing Robb's attention once again.

Robb then took her dainty hands in his and the Septon bound their hands with a grey ribbon.

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity."

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days" Robb said evenly as Roslin spoke with him in unison "Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days" Then quickly before he could begin to doubt his movements Robb's lips hit Roslin's, they were only connected for a few seconds but in those few seconds Robb felt his bride lose all the tension in her body. They may not have been married in the way he wanted but she was his wife now and he had to do anything in his power to protect her.

Roslin's father had left the decoration for the wedding in Roslin's brother Olyvar's hands, he had what Roslin would call a sensitive side and what her father would call weakness. He had simply decorated the Great Hall with a combination of blue Hydrangeas and grey Roses for both Houses and had pulled the tables into 2 long rows down from the central Lords table. Robb was of course seated next to his new wife on the head table, and she, in turn, had been seated next to her father but he immediately felt sympathy for his mother who had been placed between the senior lord and his child bride. The Northern lords had managed to find seats together but were surrounded by Freys including Perwyn and Olyvar in an attempt for them to mix before the 2 brothers joined them on the road.

As the meal was served the room was in silence with just a few people whispering amongst themselves not wanting to be the first ones to increase the amount of noise. This was until Roslin's father spoke up,

"Someone bring the pissing wine, the good stuff, no better time to drink it than my favourite daughter's wedding day." His voice boomed across the room and Robb saw Roslin flinch as he began to speak. His mother told him about what Roslin had done for the other young Frey girl and assumed that Roslin had often found herself at odds with her father. One of the servants who was stood against the wall ordered a few of the others to follow him and moments later they returned with jugs full of wine which was being served to the wedding guests at a fast rate.

"Arbor Gold" Walder Frey said as his cup was filled "My father bought galloons of the stuff, saving it for a good day, he only ever drunk one cup and that was the day he died" He laughed as he finished off the cup with one large gulp, holding it up to the servant, clearly asking for a top-up. The servant filled Catelyn's cup who took a small, polite slip to show her gratitude, before turning to the bride, Roslin didn't touch her cup as it was placed in front of her and she made a face that showed Robb that she was uncomfortable at the thought of drinking it. The servant turned his body to begin to fill Robb's cup but before he could Robb placed his hand on the top. Walder who has still laughing at his own joke stopped abruptly.

"Is my wine not good enough for the great Lord Stark?" He asked, his words full of venom.

The room stopped their conversations which had slowly built after the wine had appeared and stared at the head table to see how the young Lord would react. Robb slowly removed his hand from the cup and calmly replied,

"We have a long journey tomorrow and I need to be fully alert Lord Frey, especially with your daughter's life now in my hands" He took Roslin's hand in his, despite not having said a single word to her since the ceremony ended.

"One cup won't hurt, and I'm not asking you to drink to me and my house, you can drink to my daughter instead" Lord Frey abruptly stood with his cup in hand and raised it to towards the rest of the guests.

"To my beautiful daughter Roslin, the new Lady Stark, may she returned with a Stark son or not return at all" He said laughing as deeply as Robb had ever heard, "To Robb Stark, my new son, may House Stark remember who helped them in their time of need" Robb felt threatened by the last comment that Lord Frey had played off as a joke as various people from the hall joined his laughter, Robb felt inclined to stand and say something but Roslin who was still tightly holding his hand squeezed it slightly before letting go in a way that made him realise that it would not be a good idea and in an attempt to appease his new good-father raised his cup slightly before taking a large swig.


Hours had passed and the great hall was now filled with the laughter of Freys but to Robb's surprise, he was sure he could hear the deep laughter of several Northern Lords mixed with the Riverland chuckle and Robb surprisingly found himself content. The 2 central tables had been pushed to the sides and the large space had been turned into floor filled with joyful dancers, some of the Frey girls were full of grace as they spun around and around, others were less so. A girl, that his mother had named as Alyx, was attempting to do the same before falling out of her spin into the arms of Edmure Tully who beamed at the clumsiness of the girl who had gone red with embarrassment, the next time Robb saw them they were dancing together in an uncoordinated yet endearing manner.

"He can have her for free if he wants a bride or 10 silver stags if he wants a whore" Robb overheard Lord Frey say to his mother through a breathy laugh that visibly made her uncomfortable.

Robb gave a quick glance to his mother with a look that said a stern 'no', seeing how enamoured Edmure looked with Alyx he was likely to say yes to either of those options and Robb didn't want to give Walder Frey any more power by allowing him to marry into House Tully.

Catelyn slowly rose and announced that she retiring for the night, as she left the room she gave Roslin a kiss on the cheek and pressed her hand to Robb's face, taking a moment before exiting the hall and heading for the room that Lord Frey had prepared for her. After this, all of the young girls had followed quickly, with the remaining women leaving in small numbers slowly during the next hour or so until the only lady that remained was Roslin who looked exhausted but desperately fighting it. Robb quickly stood up which immediately stopped all of the music, laughing, inappropriate jokes and all of the eyes in the room rested on him, except Roslin's that remained staring at the ham that had been brought to her lukewarm but was now colder than Robert Baratheon's dead body.

He turned to her and offered a hand which she willingly took and held as she rose from her chair. Robb had spent his life looking up at Lord Jon Umber and other Northerly Lords but now he was at the other end as Roslin stared up at him.

"Please, continue" Robb commanded before leading Roslin off down one of the corridors. An awkward air was between them as the guests remained quiet until the couple was out of sight when Robb quickly heard the roar of laughter return to the hall. Roslin led the way to the guest room that had been set up for the newlyweds but they walked in silence. Upon reaching a room high in one of the towers Roslin stood to the side and let Robb slowly open the door,

"Thank you, my Lord" She said, Robb had barely heard her voice during the ceremony and she hadn't spoken since. She spoke so softly that Robb became so concentrated on her that he forget to step into the room. He eventually broke out of his daydream stepping through the doors, removing his cape the minute Roslin closed the door.

"Please, just Robb. I spend every day dealing with people who I have known since boyhood calling me Lord. If anyone's going to call me by my name it's going to be my wife."

Roslin nodded but stayed silent, she didn't move from the door as fear began to fill her as to what was expected on her. Robb examined the small room that contained just a bed and vanity and saw a grey silk nightdress laid out of the bed, seeing it made him shoot his head around to look at Roslin who still hadn't moved. He removed his over jacket, boots and other clothes until he was left in just his trousers and shirt.

"Roslin, you are my family now you will always be safe with me" He said walking to her taking her hands in his before walking behind her and removing the Stark cloak that she had been wearing since the ceremony, her posture adjusted as she was free of the weight and Robb saw a sense of relief in her eyes. Robb returned to stand in front of her and rolled up his sleeves.

"Now, I don't want to. I hope you know that" Robb explained, glancing at the bed and he could see Roslin's eyes drop as the words left his mouth.

"It's not you, you're beautiful, the most beautiful lady I've ever seen, it's that I don't know you and under any other situation I would wait but I am relying on your father's support and if he has any reason not to help me I feel that he would take it."

"I understand, my Lor—Robb" Roslin said in a faint whisper.

They both stood there, knowing what they had to do, just not how to start it, they stood there for a few minutes before Robb broke the silence.

"I will not hurt you Roslin" he said as he ran his hand down her arm before taking her hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb.

"Do you need help getting out of your dress?" He asked, wanting to make the situation as easy for her as possible.

She nodded and turned her back to him, displayed the tight knots that kept her in her dress, Robb pulled at them until they fell apart and with help from Roslin removing her arms from the sleeves the dress fell to the floor; Roslin was left in her undergown.

He walked up behind her and once again ran his hand down her shoulder; her body shivered as he did so. He turned her around to see her but instead he was greeted with her eyes looking straight down, gently he put his hand on her chin and lifted it up so that their eyes met.

"Lay down on the bed" He said in the gentlest voice he could muster. She obeyed.

He climbed on top of her and was so close he could hear her breathing become more rapid.

"Just try to breath"

Robb felt all of her muscles tense as he slipped out of his underwear and threw them onto the floor. She closed her eyes as he slowly got closer and closer to her.

"I need to do this once and then we don't have to until you're comfortable" Robb murmured but he wasn't sure if he was telling her or himself. Her grip tightened on the bedsheets as he pushed into her, Robb continued to move as slowly as possible, resisting the urge to pull out and comfort her. He hated this, he had wanted a bride who would want him in her bed, wanted her to desire him as he desires her. Suddenly his breathing became more erratic as he began to speed up before he eventually stopped. He placed a hand to her face which cause her to open her eyes and stare into his, after a few moments he said,

"I am so sorry, but I promise I will wake up every day and fight for you to forgive me"

Robb climbed off of the bed and grabbed his underwear from the floor, putting them back on before removing his shirt and sitting on the bed facing away from Roslin, it took her a moment to realise that this was so she could change into her nightdress which she did as quickly as possible. She pulled back the sheets on her side of the bed and climbed in. Robb had felt this and did the same on his side. He laid on his back as far across as possible, not wanting to touch and make her feel unsafe. Roslin laid on her side wanting to talk to him but not knowing what to say, wanting to look at his face but not knowing how. She took her hand and placed it on his face before pressing a kiss to his cheek, with this action he pulled her across so her face was positioned on his bare chest, she felt it move up and down as she listened to him breathing before quietly saying,

"Thank you for saving me".