When we entered the tent the few men that were sitting around discussing war tactics stood up to greet us. Robb was sitting at one end of the table in view of all the other chairs. The seat on his closet right was taken by a young male that looked a couple of years older than him. The man next to him had similar curly hair yet his was a dark brown and I could tell that they were not related. When I entered behind Lady Stark, Robb rose into a standing position watching me with a frown on his face.

"Are you okay Lady Frey?" he asked in his husky voice startling me when he spoke, Greywind noticed the slight jump I made and growled slowly at Robb. I looked at Robb frowning like he was.

"Umm yes?" I muttered gently, running my fingers over Greywind's ears to calm him. I found it rather amazing that Robb Stark's direwolf was in a sense protecting me over his master. I had heard the stories about how man and direwolf thought besides each other Greywind fighting to protect Robb. Why was his direwolf going against him now?

"You're limping," he stated, moving around the table coming closer to me. When he reached my side I was unsure of what he was going to do. He reached out for the hand that wasn't in Greywind's fur and gently tucked my arm into his. Lady Stark looked mildly pleased as she took a seat second in on Robb's left. I was led to the first seat on the left and Robb pulled my chair out for me. I took the seat he offered and smiled when I saw Greywind plant himself in-between the gap between Robb's chair and my one. I smiled because he had sat closer to me than his own master.

"It seems you have lost your wolf to a Frey." The man sitting on his right muttered as Robb dropped back into his seat. I noticed that the other men that were in the room all dropped into seats after Robb had sat back down.

"Please be quite Theon." Robb muttered looking down at everyone on the table. A few squires walked in holding plates full of vegetables while a few servant girls brought in plates and goblets. A man dressed in a white cloak entered carrying in a large plate full of meat. The servants around us set up our plates and goblets and then started dishing out the food. Most of the men around the table had their plates piled high while Lady Stark's and my own weren't as piled as theirs and had a good sized portion.

As soon as Robb started eating everyone one else started and I followed Lady Stark's lead and slowly ate the food dished in front of me. After taking a bite out of the meat I tried hard not to grimace at the tough and bloody texture. This meat was not what I would normally eat. The cooks would cook me and my sisters a chicken or rabbit or something that wasn't this deer as I presumed it was. I swallowed the meat quickly and glanced at all the others eating at the table. There were seven other men excluding Robb and this Theon guy and all nine of them in total were eating like savages; like they hadn't eaten in a long time. From watching them my stomach churned and I felt the bile rise in my throat.

"Excuse me," I muttered, dropping my fork on the table and staggering out of my chair, one hand on my mouth and the other on my stomach. I had reached two tents down before feeling the sick enter my mouth. I turned into the gap between the tents and relieved myself from the bile. When I had finished I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and turned to head back for the central tent. As I turned I came face to face with a concerned Robb Stark. "I'm sorry My Lord."

"Are you not feeling well Lady Frey?" he asked, giving me his hand as he led my back towards the central tent.

"I'm feeling perfectly well Lord Stark, it's just the meat. I'm not used to the tough red-meat." I replied, taking note that he had come to me instead of Lady Stark.

"Do you not eat meat then Lady Frey?" he asked, sounding slightly confused at this.

"No I do but my father didn't want to waste any good meat on his worthless pile of daughters." I muttered not flattering once when I spoke the words my father had muttered to use plenty of times before.

"I wouldn't be one to say that you are worthless." He stated, gently squeezing my hand, which was still holding.

"You flatter me Lord Stark." I mumbled feeling my cheeks burn with the unwanted complement. I tilted my head down so he wouldn't be able to see my blush through the torch lights.

"If you do eat meat, what type of meat do you eat?" he asked, sounding intrigued to find out. It wasn't very common for people not to eat red-meat.

"Father would have the cooks make me and my sister's birds or rabbits; we mainly ate chickens, rabbits and on the odd occasion a goat; nothing like the meat being severed tonight. It upset my stomach a bit from the tough, bloody texture." I admitted raising my head slightly sensing that he was staring at me. My eyes captured his blue ones and I lowered my head once again.

"I could get my cooks to make you chicken for tomorrow." He added as a thought will still watch me. This brought another blush to my cheeks and I shook my head in disagreement.

"That would be too much hassle and if I'm to move up North I'll have to get used to the red-meat. I'll take it day by day." I replied to him gently applying pressure on his hands as we entered the tent. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and Robb noting this as well quickly led me to my chair before sitting down himself.

"Continue eating," he muttered in a stern voice that stated he didn't want to be interrupted while eating.