Three days. That's how long it took for me to start feeling horrible whenever Robb looked at me. I had woken up three days ago after apparently fainting. I had turned Robb down twice in the last two days. He hadn't said anything about it, but I knew he was annoyed.

Robb was sitting behind me as I was sat in the middle of the bed stitching a direwolf onto one of Robb's cotton shirts. Robb's hands slowly started to stroke down my arms and he then circled them around my waist, slowly loosening the laces over my chest that held my dress together. I ignored him at first just getting on with the stitching, but when his hands cupped by breasts I reacted.

"Robb don't, can you stop touching me." I spat knocking his hands away from me. It hurt when he cupped my breasts and although I wanted to make love with him, I wasn't in the mood.

"Evie, what's wrong?" Robb asked pulling himself away and climbing off the bed so he was standing by the edge of the bed.

"Nothing's wrong Robb, I'm just feeling ... uncomfortable." I muttered not looking up at him, but continued to sew the direwolf. I didn't want him to look at me as it made me feel unattractive.

"Evie, what can I do to help?" Robb sounded desperate when he spoke and I couldn't help but look up at him. I shrugged my shoulders slightly a set his shirt down on the bed before getting up on my knees to be near the same height.

"Just be here with me Robb and give me time to feel comfortable, when I do you can spend as much time with me as you want." I whispered admiring my husband as he asked what he could do to help. I leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, making sure not to press my body against his.

"You should see Maester Steel if this gets worse." Robb muttered pressing his lips against my forehead in a gentle gesture. I knew and he probably knew as well that I wouldn't do as he suggested.

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I never liked it when I was sick as a child, I would always cry for my mother before she passed. And when she passed I would cry out for my father's eldest daughter Annabelle. Here I had no one, here I couldn't call out for a family member that would rub my back or hold my hair out of the way.

That was how Robb found me, curled up on the floor, near a wooden basin full of my sick. I was half asleep when he entered the tent, Greywind at his heels. I could see him through the cracks in my eyes and watched as he looked around the tent before casting his gaze on me. He was by my side in an instant.

"Evie why didn't you call for someone?" He asked ignoring the basin as he cradled me against his chest. I shrugged slightly as nestled my face into his chest smiling at his smell. It was all Robb, woodsy yet there was his own scent as well. Now it felt like a safe haven to me; it felt like home.

"I'm too tired Robb, lift me on the bed please." I whispered snuggling in against his chest and closing my eyes. I felt him lift me off the ground and was soon placed on the soft furs. He was lying next to me, hovering like he was afraid I would disappear.

"Should I get Maester Steel?" Robb asked softly as if he was afraid I would snap at him. I had only done that a few times, but had apologized afterwards.

"Don't bother Robb; I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up for dinner please." I muttered lifting my head up in an attempt to kiss him. His lips brushed against mine before he pushed himself off the bed trailing his fingers against my cheek.

"Greywind come."

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The urge to be sick was what woke me. I scrambled off the bed to reach the basin on the floor where I would allow myself to be sick. The tears slipped down my cheeks as I heaved yesterday's food out of my stomach. Soft fingers running across my neck made me aware that someone was kneeling by my side and had now pulled my hair away from the basin. A hand was rubbing my back in a soothing motion and it was comforting; it reminded me of my mother, but I knew it wasn't her. She was dead.

"It's okay Evie, you're going to be okay, just let it all out." Robb muttered softly as he continued to rub my back. I felt the energy leave me after I stopped being sick and just slumped down on my knees, barley being able to hold myself up. Robb being able to notice that helped me up by lifting me in his arms and setting me on the bed. "I wish you would allow me to get Maester Steel."

"It's just a fever Robb, it will go away soon." I mumbled curling up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck so he wouldn't be able to pull away. "Let nature take its toll."

"I'm afraid that I'll lose you if it's not just a fever." Robb admitted as he rested his head against mine. I could hear the pain in his voice yet I knew he was trying not to let it show. My heart clenched as I thought about leaving him in this world because I was scared of having a Maester look over me.

"If I'm not any better in two days Maester Steel can look over me," I sighed pecking his lips lightly before pulling away and resting against the pillows and furs. "I promise."

"Okay fine but I would prefer if you let him look over you now." Robb half-heartedly said as he planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled my arms off from around his neck. "I love you."

"And I love you." I replied as I curled up under the furs and watched him leave the tent, Greywind following slightly behind. That man was wonderful and it was hard to believe he actually loved me, even when I was curled up in bed, being sick because of a horrid fever.

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It was the second morning after Robb had come into the tent and found me being sick. This morning was going well and I hadn't felt the urge to throw up at all this morning; actually I felt rather romantic when I thought of Robb. I turned on my side at looked at his sleeping form; he was beautiful and it was remarkable how he could stay beautiful even through this war. I brought my hand up to his bare chest and stroked down the dip were his hair trail led to his member. I traced my fingers across the top of his breeches undoing the laces slowly trying to take my time. I had moved on the second lace when his hands caught mine, stopping my process.

"I had a dream you would wake me up like this a few days ago." Robb muttered wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me up so I was resting against his chest. I ignored the pain that shot through my breasts and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"How did that go for you?" I asked giving him a sly smile, which he returned before bring me into a deep kiss. His hands reached for the laces of my nightdress and pulled it over my shoulders where I then helped him pull it off and throw it on the floor somewhere. He was soon kissing the exposed skin on my neck and shoulders, when his hands cupped my breasts I flinched and cried out in pain. "Don't do that Robb, they hurt a little."

"Mhmmm." Was Robb's reply as he slipped his hands down to my hips and lifted them up before running his hands up and down my thighs. One hand slipped away from my thigh and he quickly unlaced the laces of his breeches and pulling them down. He had shifted himself above me and had settled into a position ready to make love to me but was interrupted by arguing outside the tent. We both looked at each other before turning back to the tent opening where Theon Greyjoy stood.

It was silent between the three of us; Theon stood by the opening of the tent, mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. Robb was still hovering over me and I could tell he was still in the mood yet this was such an unexpected visit.

"Theon?"