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Face Claim for Lady Sanira Tremaine: Caitlin Stasey.

Chapter Seven: Growing Closer.

Finishing her letter to Deston, Sanira smiled to herself as she thought about the letter that he had sent her as soon as he had returned to Aeredale. He had been so eager to tell her about things back home, to reassure her that little had changed since she had been gone even if the days ticked by without anything to report.

Sanira had thrown herself into her lessons with Catelyn, the older woman was happy to take her under her wing and show her the ropes especially on running a castle like Winterfell. There was much for Sanira to learn and she was grateful for any advice that Catelyn offered her, especially on things that her own mother had neglected to teach her.

If she wasn't with Catelyn then Sanira found herself spending time with the younger Stark children, she found herself especially close with Sansa and Arya even if the two sisters didn't get along in the slightest. The two were as different as day and night, they would never truly get along especially as children although Sanira had to wonder if they might do so when they were older.

Hearing the bedroom door open, Sanira smiled turning around in her seat to see Robb enter the room; while it might have been slow to form, Sanira would not deny that she had a slight fondness for her husband. It was strange, she had never thought such a thing would be possible but slowly he was worming his way into her heart; his sweet little gestures warmed her heart. Whether it was the new furs that had appeared in her wardrobe or the evenings that they spent together talking, Sanira knew that she was lucky to have been married to a man such as him.

"You're back late," Sanira head placing down her quill, she had expected him back sooner and she was used to spending her quiet evenings with him when there was nothing that Catelyn needed her to do. They talked during this time that was afforded for them, it was nice and Sanira liked their talks since it allowed them to bond; she raised an eyebrow at the puddle that Robb was creating on the floor.

"Theon was causing trouble again," Robb explained feeling a little stupid, he couldn't believe that woman had thrown a bucket of water at him when he'd had nothing to do with Theon sleeping with her sister.

Sanira nodded her head, she got to her feet and moved to find Robb a towel before he caught a cold; she could only imagine what trouble Theon was causing now. Theon was still someone that made Sanira wary, she tended to avoid the Greyjoy heir not feeling comfortable around him; there was something about him that set her on edge and made her want to avoid him completely.

"You should change out of those clothes. I'll track down a maid to prepare you a bath," Sanira said smiling at Robb, she handed him the towel and moved to step out of the room to give him some privacy. They were doing well and Sanira didn't want to make things awkward, she liked Robb and the fact that he was willing to wait to consummate their marriage eased her mind.

Watching Sanira step out of the room, Robb smiled to himself before he started to strip out of his wet clothes; he liked seeing Sanira content and it had taken them a while to get to this point. It was still strange to think that she was his wife and Robb was certain that in time they would be close like his mother and father were; he'd hate to end up with a marriage like Sanira's parents.

Shaking his head, Robb sighed and wondered what Rolan had seen in Arlenna, she seemed like such a cold woman and the Lannister reputation was clearly true. The woman seemed to care nothing for her children, more interested in the lavish things in life; it hadn't taken much for her demands to reach the ears of Robb.

The servants had hated Arlenna had her ridiculous demands, they whispered of the expensive tastes of the Lady Tremaine and how she treated the staff that worked for her. Robb had no idea what it could have been like for Sanira to grow up with that woman, she clearly wasn't anything like his mother and he didn't blame Sanira for being so nervous.

Arlenna clearly lived for breaking down her daughter's confidence, she had been seen many a time scolding Sanira since they had arrived in Winterfell. It was the reason that Robb was determined to win Sanira's trust before taking the first step in their married life.

Unable to stop the scream that tore from her throat, Sanira awoke from her night terror covered in sweat; she gasped clutching at her chest trying to calm herself down as her eyes darted around the room. The images flashed before her eyes and she couldn't seem to shake them, the stag laying dead and the direwolf with an antler plunged into its chest; it made her stomach turn and her hands shook.

Jolting awake Robb blinked in confusion wondering what the hell was going on as his eyes darted around the room expecting some attacker to be stood before them, he barely had chance to right himself before Aiana burst into the room.

"It's okay my lady," Aiana whispered trying to sooth Sanira, she had hoped the night terrors had died down; it had been over a month since the last and there had been a little hope they had stopped. Slipping out of bed, Robb watched wondering what the hell was going on; he could only stand and watch while her wife's lady tried to calm her down.

Sanira took several deep breathes, she shook her head while tears burned her eyes; the night terror clung to her mind not wanting to leave as if trying to warn her of what was coming. Aiana was patient while she waited for Sanira to snap out of this daze that seemed to linger longer than normal, she whispered softly in her lady's ear trying to bring her out of her trace like state.

"What is happening?" Robb asked not having seen anything like this before, he'd had night terrors when he was younger and so had his siblings but this felt different. Sanira looked so pale, she trembled like a leaf in the wind and he wondered if he should fetch Maester Luwin, it was clearly something that Aiana was used to dealing with. Perhaps the Maester might have something that could calm her nerves and help her sleep, it was distressing to watch her in such a state.

"She has night terrors… they take a while to slip away," Aiana murmured trying to explain to Robb, she held Sanira close as her lady wept into her shoulder. Whatever the night terror had been, Aiana had no doubts that she was going to have a long night; she had hoped that now Sanira was a getting older that she might grow out of whatever was happening to her.

Shaking his head, Robb didn't believe Aiana for a moment and he knew that there was more to this than she was saying; he carefully moved forward not wanting to upset Sanira even more than she already was.

"This is more than a night terror," Robb insisted wanting Aiana to tell him the truth, he looked to Sanira as she slowly started to calm down; he wanted to be able to help, she was his wife afterall. Biting her lip, Aiana stared at Robb for a moment while she assessed her options not knowing if Sanira would want her to tell him. Arlenna was the only one who seemed to think that these were all night terrors, Aiana was so sure and she honestly believed that there was something more to what Sanira dreamt.

"She sees things in her sleep… things that don't make sense or aren't possible," Aiana explained as best as she could, the Maester in Aeredale hadn't known what to do and kept giving Sanira sleeping drafts to help her sleep. They didn't seem to work and Aiana couldn't help but feel like there was more to this than they understood. She recalled how Sanira's grandmother had always boasted that she was gifted, she had been so proud and Aiana felt like the old woman knew something about why this was happening to Sanira.

Robb slowly nodded his head, he carefully reached out to take Sanira from Aiana; he pulled his wife into his arms and held her close, he wasn't going to let Aiana be the only one to deal with this. It was only fair that he started to help, Robb was Sanira's husband and he knew that he would do anything to help her; she cuddled further into his arms as he whispered softly to her. Aiana sat there watching them for a moment before she excused herself, Sanira was in a safe place and Robb would look out for her no matter what.

"It's okay," Robb whispered to her, he held Sanira close to him and he watched Aiana leave; he was glad that Sanira had someone like her to help but she also had him now. Sniffling Sanira held onto the front of Robb's night shirt, relief slowly filling her that he didn't push her away in disgust; a small voice in her head told her that it would all be okay.

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