So, this is a very short chapter for now but it's one I've been looking forward to writing for a while. It's quite sad but there's a nice surprise at the end for you guys. Thanks to MakorraLove97 for your amazing review. It motivated me to post this next chapter so I hope that you enjoy this.

Enjoy the next chapter of my ClaraxRobb story!

Clara woke to the sounds of crashing and glass smashing. She sat bolt upright, hearing shouting. It had been a week since the Tyrells and Lord Baratheon had left. Yet still she expected to see them around the halls. More smashing could be heard and then she heard the metal of something- presumably a sword- hitting something that sounded an awful lot like porcelain.

Vacating her bed, she stood, looking at her concealed watch for the time of morning. It was 7'o'clock. She heard another crash coming from down the hall and she quickly wrenched the door open, letting it shut quietly. She made her way along the hall, until she reached Robb's chambers. She opened the door quietly and was met with an angry Stark.

He yelled in anguish as tears streamed down his cheeks in anger and sorrow. He let more tears spill as he kicked a chamber pot across the room. But it met with a dress. A blue dress. He looked up and saw a girl's concerned face. Clara's concerned face. He wiped his face, looking at the girl.

"Robb... what's wrong?" Clara asked, shutting the door and walking through the broken ornaments and bent silver. She walked up to him and gripped his hands, rubbing the backs of them with her thumbs in slow circles. He looked down and sniffed. She moved one hand up to his shoulder softly.

"The King- the Lannisters- have had my father executed. For something they have done themselves. And my sisters are still down in King's Landing. God knows what the King will do to them." He sat on his bed, head in hands. Clara looked down at him and sat beside him.

"I'm so sorry, Robb..." She grabbed his hand softly. She looked at him, her chocolate eyes meeting his sapphire ones. Her other hand traveled to his cheek, seeking to comfort him. She felt the warmth of his tears on his cheeks and she wiped at them, trying to stop him from feeling as if he shouldn't cry.

"What are you sorry for? You did not do anything." Robb sniffed again, feeling the softness of her hand on his cheek. He held the hand of hers that rested at his cheek. She blinked slowly. Almost as if she savoured the feeling of his hand there. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a crooked but warm smile from Robb, who was looking at her like she had brought sunshine to a dark place.

"I'm sorry because you won't get to see him alive anymore and I'm sorry for what Arya and Sansa may have to endure while you're up here. I feel sorry because you are suffering and I feel like you need to have someone too. You're suffering in the face of people like the Lannisters, who never seem to suffer." She smiled at him as she let a few of her own tears slip. "You need to have someone to look after you, as you look after those in your family."

"Like who..." Robb asked, looking at her, hoping that she meant who he thought she meant. Herself.

"Like... me..." Clara sniffed softly, smiling. Robb smiled too and touched her cheek. He wiped her tears away and smiled, laughing through his tears. Clara touched the back of his neck and drew him into a kiss. She closed her eyes and he closed his, both lost in the reassurance that the other was there.

Sorry it's so short but the next chapter will be longer. I wanted to end this chapter on a perfect point and that was it!

R + R