So, sorry I haven't updated in a while but I needed some inspiration so I watched Cinderella with Richard Madden and Lily James in and literally just imagined Jenna in the film too. But anyway- Robb and Clara hit a major milestone in this chapter. This is based around a month after last chapter- so Clara's a bit more at home to go exploring. Thanks to MakorraLove97 again!

Enjoy!

"Primrose! Primrose?" Clara wandered through the deep forest, wondering where her direwolf had gotten to. She looked around her. Her 'guard' as Robb had put it- was nowhere to be found. "Shora?" She called, getting increasingly nervous about her 'guard' having gone missing and her direwolf. She turned, straight into the line of an arrowhead that was aimed at her face. The masked man chuckled. He drew back the bow, ready to fire.

"So you are the whore the King of the North has taken for himself?" He laughed, moving closer so that the head of the arrow was pointed directly in between her eyes. "I wonder what he'll do… if I shot this arrow between your pretty brown eyes…" He threw the bow and arrow to the ground, looking at her.

"I'm… I'm not a…" The masked man threw off his mask, showing his green eyes and his blonde hair. He wore a smug expression as he grabbed her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks either side of his hand. He sneered.

"Not what? A whore? Well, I've never seen you… you must be a whore… never seen and you seem to be rich. Think of the things I could do with you… and nobody would know because you're nobody…" Clara looked from his grubby hand to his jeering expression. She shivered slightly as he licked his lips, looking from her feet to her brown hair.

"She is Lady Clara Oswald of Blackpool Tower, my lover and you are trespassing on Winterfell grounds!" Robb yelled, aiming his bow at the man. "Now, let go of her." He walked towards Clara and the trespasser, yanking Clara from the man's arms and dropping his bow to check that she was alright. "Are you alright, my love?" Clara nodded. He drew his sword, keeping Clara behind him. "How dare you assault and threaten her!" Robb threatened him so that he backed up against the nearest tree.

"Robb…. Please…" Clara touched his arm. Robb softened. "He doesn't need to die. You don't need to kill him." The man chuckled, sneering.

"Yes Robb... please" The man mocked of Clara's voice. "Go on… be her little dog… obey her every command…" The man spat on the ground, looking to Clara. "You're scared… you should be…" He didn't notice Robb bend down and pick up the arrow.

"That's one word too many, my friend…" Robb plunged the arrow deeply into the stranger's arm. The man yelled in pain as Robb let him go and he fell to the ground, holding the arm that was now gushing with blood. Robb grabbed Clara's hand and pulled her away.

"Where's Primrose…a-and Shora?" Clara asked, looking at the man who was now sobbing over his wounded arm. Robb sniffed. He looked back at the man too.

"Sorry… they're back at Winterfell. Shora said he lost you and Primrose was with him. He came to find me to tell me about your disappearance. I thought I'd lost you…" He held her cheek, pulling her into his warm embrace. Clara buried her face in his chest. "I thought you'd left me…" He let go of her, picking her up and placing her on his horse, climbing on behind her.

"We can't keep this up! We have to go down to King's Landing! We have to take the fight to that runt of a King!" Ser yelled across the room at Robb. Robb had his back turned to his advisors, all of whom advised that he leave Clara behind to fight at King's Landing. He refused to do it but couldn't help but think that she would be safer.

"I will not leave the woman I love to fight for honour. Love is much more important. She is the woman I would like to wed and have children with." He turned. Looking his mother straight in the face.

"How many times Robb? She's manipulative. Not to be trusted. She may have won your heart but she hasn't won mine. I won't let you throw away your honour for a stupid girl from a land you've never even heard of. What if she's part of a plot to kill you? What if-"

"That's enough, mother!" Robb yelled. "She is-"

"A horrible person... so I hear." Robb looked over to see Clara, stood with a torn expression as she looked down and then back up at Robb and Catelyn. "I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble Lady Stark…" She looked down before exiting the room, ashamed of herself. Robb spared his mother a glance before running after his love.

"Clara!" Robb panted, running after her. She stopped, tears falling softly. "Hey…." He pulled her to him again, hearing her sob into his chest. He stroked her hair as he saw his mother exit the room. She tried to make it towards them, but Robb frowned and she stayed where she was. He pulled away from Clara softly, cupping her cheeks. "I don't care what my mother thinks. You're not what she thinks you are. You're perfect to me…"

"But…" He stopped her speech by placing his finger over her lips.

"I had planned… planned to do this at a better time but…" He pulled a small wolf ring from his tunic, kneeling. "Would you… do me the great honour of being my Queen and Queen of the North?" He asked, looking hopefully up at Clara. Clara nodded through her tears of joy and he stood up, slipping the ring onto her finger and kissing her, picking her up and spinning her around as she giggled through the kiss. Catelyn looked on, her view changed somewhat of the girl that had won her son's heart…

So, hope you enjoyed! If you did be sure to rate and review and tell me what parts you thought were the best :)

~Jas