New instalment! Clara and Robb get to know each other a little bit more.

Enjoy!

When Clara woke, it was dawn and the sun was just rising over the North lands of Winterfell. She pushed herself out of the covers and felt a chill. She moved past it though, walking to the window. She looked upon the grounds and saw Robb and the Doctor in deep conversation. Robb was the first to look up at the window.

"Oh! My Lady Clara. You look well." He said, smiling and turning his body to face up to Clara. The Doctor turned around. Still eating another apple. Clara smiled softly, feeling the early morning breeze on her face.

"I'm good! Actually! Bit nippy though!" She said, looking down at Robb, who was smiling, with his hand over his sword. He looked to his furs and back to her, pondering a thought that was slowly brewing in his mind.

"I could have a fur coat made for you, my Lady? And I could come and collect you- as I've just realised that you don't know your way around the castle?" He asked, looking up at her. He clutched the wolf on the end of his sword's hilt.

"Er… yes please, Robb… I could do with a coat… it's quite cold here actually." She said, smiling, her long hair curled and quaking in the early morning breeze. Robb couldn't help but stare- her beauty as she stood in his chambers looking through the window at him, hands on the ledge and eyes fixed on the sky.

"Right… I will come up and escort you down, Lady Clara…" He said, smiling as he wanted to show off for this girl. He looked at the ledges that led up to his chamber window. He smiled and made his way up to the window, climbing the different ledges before sitting soundly on the window ledge of his chambers.

"Woah… didn't know you could do that!" She exclaimed, pulling Robb through softly by the arms and finally helping him with her hands in his. He felt her hands, soft and warm against his rough and battle scarred ones.

"Tricks of being a wolf, My Lady." He said, offering his arm to her, which she took, smiling at him. She looked at his furs and felt them between her fingers. He stood and watched her run her fingers over his furs. He smiled subtly.

"Tricks of being a wolf?" She asked. "Are these wolf furs?" She asked, looking at Robb, still feeling the furs underneath her fingertips as she stared him in the eyes softly. He nodded, looking at his furs.

"Yes… but they are from wolves that have been killed in battle. We wear them to honour them… in honour of the wolves we've lost." He said, taking her hand from his furs softly. "The Starks- our family- are the wolves." She nodded, understanding. He offered his arm to her and she held it, smiling as they walked out of his chambers.

"The Starks seem to be good. I only wish I could have a family that joined together in times of great need and didn't fight…" She said, looking down as her arm linked with his while they walked. He looked at her, receiving her words.

"Your family do not… get along?" He asked, wanting to hear more about 'the Shires' he had heard the Doctor tell him about. He waited for her words, watching her think about the question that was asked, as if telling too much was bad.

"My mother died when I was sixteen. My father grieved. Their story was one of incomparable love. He was twenty two and she was twenty one when they met. A leaf fell into his face as a horse drawn cart was coming towards him. She pulled him out of the way and saved him." She lied, replacing the car in her story with a form of transport he would be more familiar with.

"And they fell in love?" He asked, smiling at the story softly. She nodded, thinking about her next choice of words. They walked along in a companionable silence for a good few seconds before she thought of a way she could answer.

"Yes…. They fell in love. A few years later, after they got married, I was born. Then my mother got stabbed… while she was in a…" She thought about it. "A market place. My father grieved for a few further years before he met my stepmother. She and I… do not get along… she thinks that I should have brought her grandchildren by now." She said.

"Grandchildren… but are you married? Besides, she is no kin of yours. Why should she want your children- they are not even her grandchildren." He said, with a wise tone to his voice. She looked at him- the first person that had understood the side she was coming from. He smiled softly at her and then looked down the corridor. "Will you join me for lunch My Lady, Clara? I would be most honoured if we took lunch by the lake?" He asked.

"Lord Stark, I'd be honoured…" She replied, as they walked outside together into the bright light of the Winterfell grounds…

So- please r+r and I might get these up quicker!

~Oswinn