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A/N: I think this is the fastest update I have made. Anyways, I have changed the rating, mostly to protect my own ass and because I am thinking about writing more raunchy things. For example there is a scene here that it is the first steamier scene I have written, yet it isn't as steamier as I have seen out there.

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As always, translation is at the end of the chapter!

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Somewhere near the Twins – 299 AC

Robb looks on interest in observing her while she speaks to someone of her home and to someone she is clearly a commander to. "Was there any difficulties?" she asks as her eyes read the letter that Toland had given her, Bors doesn't seem bothered with her doing two things at once.

"If you are asking me if we had any casualties" she raises her eyes from the letter giving him a glare before going back to the letter "We lost fifteen when we conquered Seagard and none when we infiltrated The Twins."

She hums reaching out for a quill to cross something from a nearby paper "Walder still doesn't suspect?" She looks up to see Bors shaking his head in the negative. "Can we use it for our advantage?"

The man shrugs "Depends on what you wish to achieve with it." Visenya puts her attention on the dornish male who sighs and speaks as if she had questioned him "Obara and Nymeria argued about the stealth nature of the mission" he continues when she raises her eyebrow in question "Yes, I know you had made clear that you didn't wish for Lord Frey to know they were conquered, but Nymeria had disagreements with it."

"Wait so you wish to have proof that the Freys are siding with Tywin?" Theon asks from Robb's left and she looks a little startled with his voice as if being just reminded that she wasn't alone with Toland.

She nods "It would be enough for the other houses in the Riverlands to stand without doubt with us; we would not have to just rely in King Robb's connection with House Tully." She looks towards Bors and cocks her head to the side, the movement Robb notices that makes the other man tense "Obara didn't mention Arianne in her letter, why?"

"You know I can't answer that" Bors complains but it only makes Visenya raise her eyebrow and the dornish pinches the bridge of his nose "Obara didn't want you thinking about… complications."

Visenya tenses her eyes narrowing on Toland "Tyene came, didn't she?" the man nods his head and Robb sees furiousness in her eyes and it is the first time he sees it. She had been called names by some of the other lords, she had been belittled, she had to defend herself and her people more than once and he had never seen the amount of fury in her then as he sees it now. Visenya's purple eyes seem to go darker and he sees that it takes self-control for her to take a deep breath and ask her countryman "Does my father know?"

Bors shrugs and the way her eyes narrow it is enough that she would like for him to expend "By now he must, but no one was aware until it was too late for us to turn back." She nods and reaches for a fresh piece of parchment and a quill. Robb is almost expecting the thin paper to rip with the amount of force she is using.

"This is only for Obara, Nymeria and Tyene mustn't see this, do you understand Toland?" The man nods at her words and seems to hear his dismissal as he stands from where he was sitting. Visenya relaxes her shoulders and goes to him, extending her arm for him and he takes it "Safe travels" she wishes and with a respectful bow to Robb and to her he turns on his heels and goes.

There are a few moments of silence until Jon breaks it "What did you write?"

Robb looks at his brother as if he has lost his mind, but the dark haired male only shrugs and when Robb looks towards Visenya to apologize in behalf of his brother he sees her with a small smile on her lips "I told Obara to control Tyene, only the gods know what Arianne has given as mission to my sister."

"Tyene is loyal to Arianne and not you?" Theon asks finding it a bit hard to believe, especially since he had heard her speak only the most wonderful things about her sisters and had heard from others how the Snakes were always close to each other.

"My sister's views tend to side with Arianne's," she shrugs and waves her hand dismissively "their paranoia on who is about to steal the seat of the house was always amusing, there were times it was me, others it was Quentyn or Trystane."

Jon frowns at her answer "Why would you usurp her seat?" Visenya's smile is bright, thankful that Jon for knowing her for such short time knew that she wouldn't do something like that.

"She got preoccupied once she noticed that I had good standings with all the houses in Dorne" Robb notices how the subject was beginning to upset her. He looks towards his brother and sees sympathy and understanding in his grey eyes and Robb is suddenly reminded of his mother's worry about having Jon take his seat as the Lord of Winterfell.

He had never told his brother that he didn't believe in it, even before Jon had turned his back to the only future he had wanted or thought it was his to have and came to him to help in the war. Robb had never told his brother what it had meant and how he could never imagine Jon betraying him to have a crown, he knows his brother and knows what their family means to the grey eyed man, even when it had only been Arya to give him the recognition he deserves.

Robb is pulled from his thoughts by Visenya's hand in his arm. He looks around the tent startled to have been in such a state to not notice that his brother and Theon had gone. He looks back towards her, her purple eyes have such understanding in them as if she had just read everything that he had been thinking.

"Jon knows you don't believe him to be plotting against you" her words are quiet and it seems to loosen something in his chest, making it easier to breathe again – something he didn't notice he hadn't been doing right.

"How?" he asks breathlessly, he wants to expand his question so she knows what he is exactly asking, but still it is hard to put air into his lungs. He feels so bad for Jon's childhood, how he had been treated by Catelyn, how he hadn't protected Jon from the cruel words people would sometimes throw his way, how Theon would antagonize his brother from time to time, of not telling his brother that he wasn't a bastard in his eyes, but his full brother and that he matters as much as any of their other siblings.

Visenya puts her hand on his cheek bringing him out of his head, making him focus on her "Robb" she calls to him "whatever wrongdoings you believe you made against your brother, he knows you see him as a good, honorable man, like I imagine your father taught you and your siblings to be."

Her purple eyes are open and honest, the hand on his cheek warm and firm grounding him, her other hand on his arm. This is the closest she had ever let herself be to him, he can count the slight dust of freckles on her straight button nose, and he can see that her purple irises have some blue specs on it, but what he finds most important in that is how her pupils grow as he takes a step closer to her, he can now feel her heat coming to him and how her eyes drop to his lips. Robb now remembers how it was also the first time she had called him by his given name.

"You called me Robb." He points out to her and he sees how her cheeks turn red and she wets her lips in a nervous manner. He holds her to him when it seems she wants to put distance between them, her lips part slightly attracting his eyes to them.

"Yes" she breathes and he sees how she wants to apologize and take it back, but he pulls her towards him effectively not letting her speak and it makes her hand come rest on his chest and the one on his cheek only moves towards his neck. He leans in towards her, her pupils dilating, hands clenching on him.

"You are more than welcome to use it" he murmurs his lips inches from hers at his words her eyes that had been fixated on his lips looks at him, wide in surprise. She smiles brightly at him and he can't help himself but to bring his hands to hold her cheeks, a small breathy sound escapes her lips and he smirks.

He should have known that Visenya wouldn't let him have sole control of the situation they find themselves in, she stands on her tiptoes taking some of their height difference away, before moving herself closer to him, their breaths mingling and he doesn't even care who leaned first he only cares for the pleasure that explodes in his veins to have her lips on his.

It starts softly, both learning how to move together, how to make this dance, but once she puts her other hand around his neck and he clutches her neck and the small of her back bringing her impossibly closer, their coming together gets charged.

She moans delighted when he nips at her bottom lip opening her mouth to him. Visenya swears she can feel fire in her veins at his taste. It was as if the sun had come out of the clouds and was heating her from within, he tasted of sweet wine and desire and need.

Even if her rational mind tried to make her part from him it wouldn't be possible, it felt too right for his tongue to be caressing her own, for him to tangle his hand on her hair and for him to lift her up and have her cross her legs on his middle, she is glad for it too, because she isn't so sure she would have been able to remain standing for much longer.

He carries her to the table they use to make battle plans and she doesn't even care that if anyone was to enter they would see Robb standing between her legs, or how her legs are bringing him closer to her, wanting reprieve from the fire that had amounted in her lower region. Robb pulls back a little from her lips and she whines not happy about being away from his godlike lips, but if her lungs are burning she imagines his are too.

She doesn't have time to gather her thoughts once his lips descend to her neck, she only knows that it makes the inferno in her to grow, her hips moving into his by instinct, she rasps his name at the feeling of her core against his hard covered member. She shamelessly ruts against him when he nips her a little bit harder and she can't stand not having his mouth against hers any longer.

Visenya brings him back to her lips and she stops herself from moaning too loudly at the feel of his lips and his strained pants against her. His hand bunches up her dress and she gasps at the feel of his hand on her uncovered thigh and it only gives him more reason to tangle his tongue to hers, her hand clenches in his curls when his hand continues going higher.

She thinks she will combust with the way his hand feels wrapped around her skin and the way he is kissing as if he wants to devour her, wants to mark her and ruin her for any other man. Just as he is about to get to where she most needs him to, they are broken from their bubble by Grey Wind's bark and growling.

They part regretfully and they can hear the complaint of a northern lord about Grey Wind, but neither care at the moment. Visenya kisses him softly again, her hands descending from his hair to grip his shoulders, her lips descending to his chin, to the side of his jaw, his hand clutching her to him when she licks his neck before giving him open mouth kisses alternating with nips to his skin.

Grey Wind continues to bark at whomever is trying to enter and another set of growling seems to help him in not letting anyone enter. Visenya sighs against his neck and draws herself slightly away from him. Robb smiles, feeling for the first time in a long while truly happy, seeing her slightly disheveled, flushed with blown up pupils make his heart beat happily against his ribcage.

"It must be Jon with the other lords" Robb frowns at her words and she explains "he and Theon went to gather them so we could discuss how to deal with Walder Frey."

Robb sighs knowing it to be an important discussion, but he wanted to continue to touch her and discover all the other sounds she would make as he drags his lips and hands over her body. He takes a small step away from her already missing her heat and the way her body seemed to mold perfectly to his.

She descends from the table and he can't help the proud smirk on his lips when she uses him for assistance until she gathers back her footing it only widens when he sees the red mark on her neck. She frowns at the way he is looking at her neck and with wide eyes she puts her hand on top of the mark, he knows that she will want to cover or else everyone would know what they had been up to.

Robb takes his fur cloak and drops it on her shoulders, she blushes at the gesture "No one will see it now and they won't question it knowing that you are always colder than us." She chuckles at his teasing, but nods gratefully. She raises her hand and adjusts his collar so that her marking doesn't show.

Her eyes go lower and she licks her lips as she sees the tent on his straining leather breeches and fire goes back to her core, she stops herself from pressing her legs close together to take the edge off, but she couldn't stop her hand from moving to feel him, she cups his straining member through the front of his pants and he hisses her name sending shivers down her spine, she massages him softly a few times before turning to look at him, smiling devilish she lowers her voice "You should sit down."

He cannot help the chuckle that leaves his lips and the peck he gives her before going towards his chair on the end of the table. When she deems that they have covered their tracks she gives him a nod for him to call Grey Wind and she remains standing up but now her arms are crossed against her chest, she also calls to her tiger and when the lords are entering the tent she begins a tirade as if they had been at it for hours.

He cannot keep the smile from his face even when she is questioning the fictitious idea he had while they had been discussing. It only diminish slightly when they really start to have a meeting about Walder Frey, but nothing that was said made the happiness he was feeling go away.

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Dorne – 299 AC

Ellaria watches as her lover continues to pace around their room, it had been already three weeks since they realized that Tyene had accompanied her sisters to the Twins, but it was only today that they learned that Arianne was behind why she followed her sisters. Oberyn had been beside himself when Doran had told him, it had been smart of his brother to give that news when his niece was nowhere to be found.

He passes his hands through his hair again, muttering angrily and she is about to get up to speak to him when he turns to her, his eyes the angriest she has ever seen outside of battle, his body is taut as if waiting for a fight and his jaw is clenched so tightly that she is impressed he still hasn't grind his teeth to dust. "What were they thinking?" he asks to her again for the fifth time in the hour, though this time she can see that it won't end with that question and he will resume his pacing. "Don't they realize that they are endangering everything?"

He is fuming and Ellaria is not so certain that she will be able to make him calm down, this is a fury like she had never seen before "Oberyn, my love-"

He cuts through her his eyes on fire "No! Visenya went alone to enemy territory twice!" Ellaria fights the urge to draw from Oberyn, knowing that if he noticed he would hate himself for making her scared and she knows that she shouldn't be, he would never harm her or allow anyone to "If Arianne ordered Tyene to wreck the alliance with the North Visenya may very well be killed and we both know that Obara will die trying to rescue her and so Nymeria will follow and… and-" she goes to him immediately, her hands on his cheeks and it pains to see so much despair on her lover's eyes "and I will have lost my daughters for what…?"

She bites on her own tongue to not say what she actually thinks about this idea of revenge he and his brother were seeking, knowing that now it wouldn't do any good, the time for her to say something had already come and gone. "Tyene wouldn't put her sister in this amount of danger." She reminds him but he shakes his head and she sees how much he actually believes that Tyene could do something like that.

"She has already put everyone in danger."

His words make her heart stop "W-what do you mean?"

He holds her face like every time he does when he is calming her and right now it does the exact opposite "Four of my eldest daughters meeting with the North and Visenya with her ties to the Targaryens by her mother's side as well? Tywin and Cersei won't let it pass as a coincidence or as if I don't have control over them."

"Oberyn…" she begs him to not tell her that this war is coming to their door faster than they had anticipated, but he grimaces and she knows he won't lie to her, he won't tell her what she wishes to hear.

"We will have to show our hand sooner than we had intended." Her hands grip his tightly, hating those words, hating that they have arrived at this place a place she never wanted to be. The fear of losing any of her children increases and she wants all of her girls to come back to her, she needs to see Visenya's purple eyes again, the glare Obara throws anyone who displeases her, the naughty smirk that doesn't leave Nymeria's face and the false sweetness that Tyene portrays.

Ellaria feels resolution burning in her veins, a fire that she had only seen in her daughters knowing that it came from Oberyn, now she feels it in her and finally she understands their house words: Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. She knows that Oberyn brought all of their daughters to understand those words and for them to honor those words "You bring them back to me and you come back to me, do you understand me Oberyn?" he nods she grips the back of his neck her eyes searching his wildly to see if he would waver in his promise "You promise me that you won't abandon me in this world and that you will bring me back my family, promise me Oberyn."

"I promise you, my love."

Ellaria nods when she sees that her lover will do whatever is necessary to keep his promise to her, she presses her lips to his her eyes never leaving his and when she draws from him, her voice is tight "You demand of Doran to control his daughter in whatever means he has to, I will not have my daughters harmed for pettiness."

Oberyn understands that her command is not something for him to do later on, it is something to be followed at that exact second and if he knows his lover as he does, she will want to go and hug their younger daughters, have them close to her, to know that she can still protect them.

After he speaks with his brother he will do the same as Ellaria as of right now he can't do the same to his older daughters.

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King's Landing – 299 AC

Tyrion wants to murder his father and sister, maybe Jaime too for how silent his brother was in the matter. It was unfair to Sansa Stark to be married to him and it was a very clear provocation to Robb Stark of what lengths they were going to go to keep control of the Stark girl. Sansa had taken the news as any well-bred girl would, with an inclination of her head and thoughts guarded of the matter, though he knows she doesn't wish to be united to him. Who in their right minds would? He wasn't even the heir to Casterly Rock.

He sighs, at least when Sansa marries him she will be under his protection and by extend his family's name, though he knows it isn't something that she would want attached to her own name. He also remembers that Varys had smirked when he heard of his father's plan, he had seemed far too happy with the marriage that was to happen.

He chances a look to Sansa who looks regal in her golden wedding dress, he understands now why Cersei had always been slightly on edge when dealing with the red head Stark. If she had married Joffrey she would've been a more beautiful queen than his sister. He probably knows that while she hadn't followed the Old Gods like most of her family she would now wish to be marrying in the godswood, preferably in the north.

The blond male gulps when it is time to put the cloak over her shoulders, he knows that no stool was provided for him because his nephew and sister would love to shame him. He is about to ask Sansa to lean down so he can reach her, but he doesn't have to, she gives him a small smile and kneels in front of him and it is the first time they truly look each other in the eye.

Her eyes are blue, like her mother's and most of her siblings, with little grey specs and there he can see that she somewhat understands what their marriage mean, what it could mean to her, that it was a salvation inside of King's Landing and she was grateful that it was him, a man who had already saved her from embarrassment a few times. He realizes that he wants this partnership that he can feel brewing between them, both want his family to suffer he now comprehends.

Carefully he drapes his house mantle around her shoulders and though she stiffens to be reminded that she will be a Lannister, he drops his eye to the little direwolf he had requested to be added in an inconspicuous place and as she smiles he knows that she found it and was glad for the addition. He nods to her and she gets up and the weeding carries on.

When they exit the Great Sept of Baelor he vows to himself that he will do whatever it is necessary to protect the red head that now is his wife, even if it means going against his family – that isn't necessarily troublesome, it is something he rather enjoys doing.

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Tyrion wants to growl at the way Joffrey is looking at his… wife, the boy must understand now that she is untouchable to his greedy little hands, even his father wouldn't let his nephew touch the new bride of a Lannister. He turns to Sansa and sees how pale she is and the longer they continue in this feast she becomes paler.

He picks up his wine glass continuing to pretend to be getting drunk, he sees the little smirk on the corner of Sansa's mouth "People cannot blame a drunk and looking at my nephew I know I will have to play drunk or else it will be off with my head." He laughs when her smirk widens just a touch and then he winces at the insensitive joke "I am sorry."

He sighs knowing that he is already doing an awful job of being her husband; he cannot even protect her from his own tongue. Sansa shakes her head and touches lightly his hand under the table "Joffrey would put everyone's head on a spike just for a laugh that is merely a statement, milord." He wants to laugh loudly, but he knows that his family would raise too many eyebrows at his behavior so he giggles and Sansa squeezes his hand but her face remains impassive.

"Who knew Sansa Stark had a dark sense of humor?" he asks her and he can see that she is pleased when he calls her a Stark, she shrugs her eyes sweeping around the halls, as if to remember each of the faces there, all the faces that did nothing to help her and were doing Joffrey's biding.

She looks at him and her eyes are a little sad "Not even she knew" she answers and he wants to hold her hand and promise her that everything will be alright now, but he cannot promise that to her and she wouldn't believe it even if he did, her eyes stray to where his sister, father and nephew are sitting and she lets a small grimace settle in her features "I think I must go for a walk or they will think we are getting along."

Tyrion is filled with pride at her perceptiveness and wit, he nods and after she asks a little loudly if she can be excused, he sees Joffrey getting up from his seat, Cersei tries to hold him down but Tyrion knows it is futile her effort, he will go find Sansa to torment her. Quickly Tyrion turns towards Podd and with a nod his squire is leaving to send Bronn to Sansa.

He is tense until his nephew starts to announce that the bedding ceremony will begin, he doesn't have to turn to see that Sansa will be panicking. He feels like a lion as he sinks the knife on the table "There will be no bedding ceremony, nephew" he hisses even though he wants to roar and sink the knife in Joffrey's neck. His nephew seems to get mad but he won't be pursued, he won't let anyone touch Sansa anymore, no, she is under his protection and right now both he and Sansa are under the restrained protection of Tywin, after all Lannisters don't turn on Lannisters.

Tyrion wants to chuckle at the notion, he knows that he isn't a full Lannister not in his father's eye, so his father would be too pleased to turn on him, but not now, not when they married Sansa to him as leverage to Robb Stark. He feels his blood boiling even more at the reminded that he and his wife are being used and he hates being used.

As he knew his father would he intervenes in his favor, he gets up pretending to not being able to walk straight anymore almost falling onto a table "Come wife," he slurs and starts to sputter gibberish, wanting the rest of the room to think he is truly drunk, Sansa follows him still very pale but he can sense her relief.

As he and Sansa enter his quarters and he has to promise the frightened girl that he will not touch her unless she asks him to, he vows to himself that he will find a way to not be pawns at this game any longer. He and Sansa will be free.

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The Twins – 299 AC

He wants to burn everything, he wants to kill Tywin. The letter doesn't last long in his hand, crumpling before he throws it on the table, he sees red and he wants blood for what Tywin thinks is his right to do.

"Robb what is it?" he hears his brother asking but he can't answer not when he thinks he will growl more than speak, wildly he looks at the crumpled piece of paper and Jon reaches for it. He cannot look at his brother as he read the lines on it, but he knows when Jon ends it, because he hears the intake of his breath. "Robb…" his brother begins, voice gravelly.

"He had no right!" Robb roars and he can practically taste blood on his mouth he only wished that it was Tywin's. He cannot stand still and so he paces, hands going through his hair, he wants to hit something, he wants to march to King's Landing kill Tywin and take his sister from their hand and find out what happened to his other sister, the one they think he forgets about.

They think that they can break his pack, but it only makes him concentrate more in bringing his family justice.

"Robb, Visenya is…" Theon begins only to stop looking at the scene, Robb pacing around the tent while Jon is looking pale and solemn "what happened?" Jon is quick in passing a piece of parchment that looks like it had seen better days.

"It was such a joyous occasion. Your sister Sansa was magnificent in golden colors, especially after my uncle draped the Lannister mantle upon her shoulders. She and my uncle Tyrion do make a spectacular couple. Of course I was the one that lead her to the altar as your father was unable to do it and you are a traitor of the realm, the honor fell on my shoulders.

Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms."

"They married Sansa to Tyrion Lannister?" Theon asks honestly surprised with their nerve and by the look of Robb it was the wrong move for them to make. He cannot say anything to his friend, he doesn't know what to say or what to offer him, and right now the King in the North must only want Tywin and Joffrey's head.

"Is everything alright?" a calm feminine voice interrupts them and Theon remembers that he had been tasked with seeing why Robb was taking so long to meet with Visenya, who is now standing at the entrance of the tent, her purple eyes slightly narrowed, assessing what was happening.

Theon is the first to recover, neither of the brothers looked well enough to speak "They married Sansa to Tyrion Lannister."

"Oh" she says looking like someone hit her with something in the face, Theon certainly understands the feeling, but it seemed the wrong sound to make as Robb focuses on her figure, features twisting in something ugly and furious. If he had been looking at anyone else it would have made the person take a step back, but not the prideful Martell woman, she merely raises her eyebrow at his fury and doesn't move from her spot.

"Oh? They married my sister to the family that brought hell to mine, they had the audacity of treating her as nothing more than-"

Visenya raises her chin "You should stop right there, your majesty, or else you will regret what you say." Her voice is leveled as she cuts his tirade, her shoulders only a little tense, but nothing as Theon can feel building in him, she takes a step closer to Robb her eyes never leaving the russet man as if she is approaching a raging beast, which right now, Robb is.

She continues walking towards him only when she is close in his reach does she stop "I understand your anger and I am too, they took away something that should only happen upon a girl's desire, but you must see this situation as they haven't, she is now protected."

Theon sees the words that want to leave Robb's mouth, how much his friend wants to… howl, but it is Jon that interrupts.

"She's right" Jon's solemn voice cuts through and Robb turns his wild eyes towards his brother "Sansa is under the Lannister name, even if it is as Tyrion's wife, Tywin will not permit any harm to be done to her."

Visenya sighs and as she looks around the room refrains from putting her hand on Robb's forearm "Sansa is protected." As the words leave her mouth she wants to swallow them up, in her desire to calm him she had said something she shouldn't have, something that no one was to know.

He narrows his eyes on her figure knowing that her words had more meaning than Sansa being protected by Tyrion Lannister and his name, there was something else. "What do you mean?" and her purple eyes are asking him not to make her say it, but he wants to know, needs to know what she meant.

"Losso!" she calls and her protector enters the room his eyes surveying the room as if reassuring himself that his charge was fine "Affazhat goshat vosak jadat jinne." The dothraki nods and turns slipping away, she looks at the three of them, her eyes serious and shoulders tense "What I say here does not leave this room do you understand?" When they nod she sighs "I had three informants in King's Landing, one I have lost contact with, which tells me he left his post and the other two send me news."

"We figured as much, why is this so secretive?" Theon can't help but ask.

Her purple eyes are fury themselves and they promise him pain should word every get out "Because it could mean my sister's life" she hisses and Theon understands why she didn't fear Robb, how can she fear him if she is as fierce and beastly as he is?

"What?"

"My sister Sarella went to King's Landing when she learned I was coming north, Oldtown wouldn't do much in terms of helping us win this war." She explains, her voice almost a whisper "I am the only one that knows and since she arrived in King's Landing she has been protecting your sister."

Jon is the first to recover "How?"

Visenya rolls her eyes "She is Sansa's handmaid, no one thought to do a thorough check and Cersei thinks she is a bastard from a low house in the Reach, which she finds so clever and rude for Sansa's handmaid to be." She looks at each of them "If this information leaks both my sister and Sansa are in grave danger."

She pinches the bridge of her nose and looks like she would like to sit down, Robb reaches for her and she doesn't retreat from his touch "Sarella has spoken about Tyrion, she says he is not our average Lannister, especially since he is treated as someone Tywin would very much like to kill but the dwarf refuses to fall into his father's trap, showing that he can outwit his own father" her eyes meet Robb's "Tyrion won't touch Sansa, he has been protecting her from Joffrey since he arrived at King's Landing."

Robb seems to be digesting what she has said and she understands that it must be hard for him to, after all his sister just married a Lannister, the good one that came from Tywin, at least from what Visenya speaks.

"I don't think Tyrion would treat Sansa badly" Jon says after they fall into silence, Robb immediately turns to his brother, though his hand doesn't leaves Visenya's arms, the only thing that seemed to rooting him into place, Jon knows his brother needs an explanation "Tyrion once told me 'All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs' he was the only one from that litter to show any empathy and I saw how he treated Myrcella and Tommen, he was always very warm and gentle with them, not like he was with Joffrey – he hates his nephew as much as he hates his father and sister."

Visenya takes a step back from Robb and all of them can see that she is closing herself from all of them, revealing where her sister was to try and calm the situation had certainly taken its toll on her "My sisters won't be able to hold the Twins for much longer without Walder Frey noticing and in light of this discovery it might be better if someone else went with me, your majesty."

Robb could have growled at how distant her voice sounded, especially when she refused to use his name, but he could understand, he could see the line that she was drawing, now she wasn't Visenya, she was princess Visenya, Oberyn's true born and Daenerys Targaryen right hand. He understands, but he doesn't like it, he doesn't like the way it makes her draw away from him.

"No" his tone is almost a growl and it only makes her raise her chin in defiance and he knows she will argue with him, so he continues before she has the opportunity "Walder Frey would think I don't have the courage of entering the Twins, I will not give him the satisfaction, regardless of how I am right now."

He can see that she is biting the corner of her mouth so that her lips don't transform in to a proud smirk and he can feel a different kind of fire building in his veins as her eyes have a glint of desire in them, he had noticed in recent meetings how that emotion would appear when he was ordering his men. The young wolf hates it when she seems to shake herself out it, even if her cheeks get a little flushed in embarrassment for the possibility at getting caught looking him in that manner.

He takes a quick look to his brother and Theon and knows that they are aware that something changed between him and Visenya, though they still hadn't had the courage to ask him about it.

Visenya gives Theon and Jon a quick nod and turns on her heels leaving the tent obviously going to where he should have already went to meet her. "If you don't want anyone knowing that you desire her, you need to try a little harder to hide it." Theon comments and he narrows his eyes on the Greyjoy heir.

"I would inform all of my bannermen today that she is going to be the Queen in the North if she would let me." He quickly chances a glance to his brother and sees that he is amused and not contrary to the idea, but Theon is another story, he sputters at his directness.

"Robb! You must tread this with care, this is no simple matter, not anymore, you are King now, not lord."

He puts his fur cloak on top of his shoulders, sheaths his longsword and when he passes by Theon he looks him dead in the eyes "Visenya will make a great queen and I will not hide my affections for her."

He leaves without looking backwards he only takes a deep breath wanting to have the patience to deal with Walder Frey, tough he is sure he will have none.

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Affazhat goshat vosak jadat jinne – Make sure nobody comes near here.