Robb tossed and turned throughout the night. His mind was not on anything else, but Shoshanna. He worried if she was in harm's way, he worried if Viserys was kind to her, he worried about everything. Finally growing tired of tossing and turning, he stood up quickly and walked a few feet away from the camp. He placed a hand on a large tree to balance himself as he became sick. When he was done, he straightened and looked into the darkness, "I will come for you." He hoped wherever Shoshanna was, she knew he would. He sank against the tree as tears slid down his cheeks, burrowing his face into his hands, his mind drifted once more….

Shoshanna stood beside the carriage that was to take her home on that cold, gloomy day. She had bid everyone goodbye, except for one Stark. Where was he?

"Princess Shoshanna, we can't wait any longer." The coachmen told her softly.

"Just a moment, please." Shoshanna pleaded.

Robb never missed her send off. Why was he late?

She was stepping into the carriage when she heard someone shout her name. Turning, she saw Robb ride up on his horse, quickly dismounting and rushing to her side.

"Shoshanna, Wait!" Robb yelled as he made his way to her.

"Robb Stark, I feared you would not bid me goodbye." Shoshanna scolded him.

He wrapped her hands around a small parcel wrapped in cloth. Holding her hands in his, he whispered, "Never goodbye, Shoshanna. I will be King of the North and you will be my Queen."

"Robb, I-," She began, but he interrupted her.

"I love you Shoshanna, I vow to love you until my last dying breath. I will make you happy. One day we will have a castle of our own and four strong sons running about." He told her.

Shoshanna smiled as she gave him a kiss on the cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tight as she whispered into his ear so no one else would hear, "A fireplace in every room and three strong sons, one brave daughter with blue eyes like her father." She gave him a soft smile as she stepped into her carriage, leaving him standing with a smile upon his face. She was still smiling as she unraveled the parcel Robb had given her. Her fingers pulled back the white cloth and held the leather strap. A piece of silver carved into the shape of a dire wolf's head held a perfect polished ruby.

Holding the necklace to her chest, she whispered, "I love you, My King of the North."