I had been in Lady Stark's tent for a whole night and the rising sun was now making an appearance. Lady Stark or Catelyn as she told me to call her had cleaned me up herself, shooing her maids away when they went to help. I had been urged into a bath and cleaned until all the dried blood, dirt, mud and leaves had been washed away. I was then plastered in healing paste to sooth my bruises and the cut on my thigh had to be stitched to prevent infection. I had been given a nightgown by one of the maids, something that would fit me and not drown my petite, curvy body.

After that Catelyn had ordered a maid to set up a cot bed with thick furs and something small for me to eat. I had eaten very little before settling down to sleep knowing I was safe enough to let my guard down. The only time I felt safe enough to drift off into sleep was when the sun was announcing its appearance and men were already waking outside.

It was the warmth of something pressed against my side that woke me. Sometime during my sleep I had gotten used to the soft breeze that blew over me and this heat was now making me feel stuffy. Slowly opening my eyes I took in the surroundings of Lady Stark's tent noticing I was left on my own. I sifted myself into a sitting position and noticed that the comforting, yet stuffy warmth moved with me and looked down at the source. Lying next to my side was a large grey direwolf, snuggling into my cool body heat.

"He doesn't normally warm up to people." A voice broke the silence making me jump as the huskiness of it brought me back to reality. I looked up and met the blue eyes of Robb Stark; somehow I had missed his presence in the corner of the tent. After realizing what he said I didn't know how to read it. Was he saying the direwolf didn't snuggle up to someone or warm up to them in general?

"I'm sorry?" I muttered weakly, noticing the sleep laced in my voice. How long had I been sleeping for and how long had he been watching me? I looked over to him, taking in his appearance. He was tall, but I couldn't tell how tall he was as he sat but I knew he would tower over my petite form. He had built up shoulders and his chest looked well built from the tight shirt he had on. His body started to narrow as his torso reached his hips but there was still a good covering of muscle to protect him. His face was all cheekbone and sharp angles but there was a softness that called to his face. His auburn Tully hair framed his face in tight curls and his sharp sky blue eyes completed his look. From my point of view Robb Stark was a closed off big softy. There was more to Robb Stark than his hard looks. After looking over at him I looked down at myself and noted the lack of clothing and attempted to get up to change into something more modest.

"Don't," he started sifting in his chair, sitting forward slightly as if to move closer to me. "Why did you lie to my men?" he asked, sounding demanding but begging at the same time.

"I never lied to any of your men." I started gently moving my hand into the direwolf's fur. It was soft to the touch, yet it was unbelievably rough against my fingertips at the same time. This made me think of its owner; somehow knowing he was the same.

"You told them you were a Lannister spy. If you did not give them false information you would not be in the condition you are now." He declared curling his hands around the arms of the chairs. Was he getting angry at me or at what had happened to me?

"I did not lie. I was simple moving out of the view of the Lannister army before they could see and capture me and ended up bumping into your men, who then claimed I was a Lannister spy." I mumbled running my fingers up and down the back of the direwolf. At my words Robb launched forward from his chair and was sitting on the edge of my bed. His movements startled me and I had unknowingly gripped onto the direwolf's fur alerting it to danger. The direwolf sprung up from its spot on the bed and growled at Robb flashing him its teeth. Robb glared at the wolf and I noted a glimpse of betrayal in his eyes. This was his wolf yet it was protecting me; a random girl.

"Down Greywind," Robb commanded and Greywind obeyed before Robb focused on me again. "You said something about a Lannister army?" he asked, looking very serious as he spoke. This war was important to him and he wanted all the information he could possibly get and I was simply holding some in my hands. I had been holding it all night and possibly half a day without him knowing.

"Yes they were bordering Wendish Town close to the Blue Fork River. They had a large camp if I was to estimate their men I would say near 5,000 men. I don't think they plan to attack you fully from the back. I think Tywin Lannister wants to keep his options open and see what your numbers are left down to after the 'surprise' attack." I offered him as much information as I could possibly afford with the lack of army talk I held within me. Robb looked ecstatic to be receiving news like this and quickly shot up from his spot and rushed out of the tent. Greywind stayed behind with me whether it was his decision or Robb's I did not know.

At midday as I found out when Catelyn walked into the tent I was to be bathed again and dressed suitable for lunch with Robb and a few of his men. I had just pulled on a tight corset blue floor-length dress and Catelyn was currently brushing my red curls into a northern style.

"What were you doing out so far from The Twins Eibhleann?" Catelyn asked as she ran her fingers through my hair. I sighed and ran my fingers through Greywind's fur as he sat by my side; he hadn't left my side since I woke.

"You want the honest truth?" I asked knowing she would. She was Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell and she always wanted the best. Not in a stuck up kind of way she was just respected.

"If you would be willing to give me the honest truth then yes."

"I was trying to run away from everything." I stated, knowing I was going to have to expand my meaning. Catelyn seemed to understand that I was going to continue and stayed quite allowing me to speak within time. "I don't want all this pressure placed upon me. I never wanted to be a Lord's wife. I was just expecting to marry some farmer or trader's son after he took a liking to me. I never expected to marry a Lord and the fact that it was an arranged marriage freaked me out. I thought if I ran and I wasn't there when Robb returned after the war I would never have to marry him. Maybe if I wasn't there my father would give him one of my sister's. I never really cursed my looks but know I wish that I never had them if I knew I was going to land in this trouble." I mumbled playing with the fur behind Greywind's ears. "My life has always been a curse and I thought it would improve with time yet it hasn't."

"You shouldn't see your life as a curse, but a gift." Catelyn muttered, running her fingers gently through my hair as she plaited my curls. "I felt like running away after my father told me I was to marry Ned, but I didn't and I ended up in a wonderful marriage full of love and happiness. Maybe at the start it felt more like a duty, but then we had Robb and the love grew between us. I now have five beautiful children and that was because of Ned." She sounded happy and content when she explained herself and a part of me wished to have that with her. Part of me wished Robb Stark could give me that.

"I don't think your Robb would be able to give me what Ned gave you. He doesn't even know my name. I don't think he wants to speak with me unless it has something to do with the war." I replied sifting forward when Catelyn gently placed her hands on my shoulders signaling she had done with my hair.

"He knows your name perfectly well, Eibhleann." She whispered before leading me to the central tent; Greywind at my heels.