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Chapter 14

Affection

8 days later

Minea was breathing rapidly as she lied on her back under her husband, trying her best to keep up with him. He panted as he kept pumping in and out of her, faster and faster. He had been very impatient tonight; they had barely spoken a word before he had pushed her on the bed. His eyes were shut and the expression on his face was almost painful as he groaned with pleasure.

Closing her eyes, Minea laid her head back and let out a moan when he hit her special spot. She loved it when he touched it with his fingers, as he always did before taking her. He had come to her chamber almost every night this week and she had found herself looking forward to his visits. The act hadn't been anything like on their wedding night; he had made sure that she enjoyed it.

When he had touched her most private place for the first time, she had been too nervous and embarrassed to enjoy it, but now she did. She loved they way his fingers made her feel. Apparently her septa had been wrong, women could enjoy it. That depended on a man she supposed and it seemed that she had been lucky enough to have a husband who wanted her to enjoy it.

"Wrap your legs around me," he groaned.

She obeyed and moaned louder as he pushed into her faster and harder. Her skin was slick with sweat, he lasted longer than her septa had told her to expect. Some nights he took her twice or even three times, if she wasn't too exhausted. Usually she was more than exhausted after he was finished. It was strange how much sharing a bed could change things.

At least she wasn't invisible to him anymore. She tilted her head back and cried out as she spasmed tightly around him. He groaned, spilling his seed into her. After that they were both panting and he rolled on his back beside her. They lied there silently for a while, trying to catch their breath.

"Everything alright?" he murmured after a moment of silence.

"Yes, my lord."

"Good. "

She bit her bottom lip, knowing what would happen next. He would get up and leave. He had never slept in her chamber or held her afterwards. Not that he would have been cruel or rough, but she was hoping for a little more intimacy. She didn't want to be just some object he used to fulfill his needs.

"My lord?" she said softly and moved closer to him.

"Hmm?"

"I'm a little cold."

He glanced at her and for a moment she thought that he was going to wrap his arm around her. He didn't. Instead he got up and added wood in the fireplace before starting to get dressed.

"I'm afraid I must go now," he stated. "Good night, my lady, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, my lord," she murmured, feeling rejected. Apparently she had served her purpose for tonight. What she couldn't understand was why this bothered her. Her husband had been very polite to her and he hadn't mistreated her. What more did she want? Affection. She hoped that he would somehow show her that she wasn't completely meaningless to him.

What hurt her most was the fact that he had never kissed her on the lips. She had tried to kiss him once, but he had turned his head away. Bedding her seemed to be fine, as long as it wasn't too intimate. After he had left, she curled up into a fetal position and hugged herself. For some reason she was feeling emotional tonight. She felt the need to cry. What was wrong with her? She needed to pull herself together. Slowly she got up, washed herself and wore a nightgown. Ersa arrived shortly after she had finished washing herself.

"Is everything alright, my lady?" she asked.

Minea smiled and nodded.

"Yes, everything went well."

Unfortunately Ersa knew her better than anyone, she could tell when something was bothering Minea.

"Are you sure, my lady? Did he do something…?"

"No, no, he didn't." She paused and sighed. "I… I feel very foolish, but… I would like something more than the act. That's foolish, isn't it?"

"No, my lady, it's not," Ersa replied firmly. "Unfortunately men can be harsh, especially these northern men. I'm afraid we can't expect too much from them."

"I suppose you're right. He needs an heir and it's my duty to give him one."

She wondered if that was the only reason why her husband came to her chamber. Did she mean anything to him? He did speak to her more at the dinner table now and his mother had even explained her some things about running Winterfell. Things were a little better now, so she really didn't have any reason to complain. Ersa was right, she shouldn't expect too much from her husband. Things could have been much worse.

3 days later

Robb tried his best to concentrate on the papers he needed to read, but he felt tense and restless. He had been so busy that he had barely had time to sleep, not to mention visit his wife. That was the reason why he was so tense. After losing Talisa, he had lived in celibacy for a long while. Just the thought of touching some other woman had felt unbearable. A horrible betrayal. How could he ever taint Talisa's memory like that?

He still felt guilty every time he slept with his wife. Yes, he needed an heir, but he felt guilty for enjoying it. He had tried his best to keep his distance, at least emotionally. His wife would give birth to his son, but she couldn't mean anything more to him. How could anyone ever replace Talisa? She had been the perfect woman. The only woman for him.

Yet his traitorous body yarned for Lady Minea. He needed to have her. That was all he could think about right now, he couldn't concentrate on anything else. Unfortunately he wouldn't have time to visit her tonight. However, he did have a moment right now. He called for a servant and told him to find his wife. Thankfully she arrived soon.

"You wanted to see me, my lord?"

"Yes," he replied and marched to the door.

Lady Minea looked confused when he locked the door.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to visit you tonight, but I have a moment right now."

Her eyes widened when he swept her into his arms and lifted her on the edge of the table.

"My lord…"

"This won't take long," he murmured, starting to kiss her neck. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her bottom, squeezing it.

"My lord, I don't…"

He barely heard her, he was too busy lifting the hem of her dress and undoing his belt.

"My lord, stop."

He was still too occupied to hear her; they had time to talk later. His hand was already between her legs, he only wanted to get inside of her.

"Stop… Stop!"

His eyes widened when she pushed him and jumped to her feet.

"My lady…"

"I am your wife," she stated angrily. "Not a common whore."

He didn't have time to say anything when she marched out, leaving him completely stunned.