Throughout supper, I could tell that Robb was still jealous that I had reacted at all to Jaime Lannister; however, he more or less put it aside as there were few people he wished to speak with at our table.

Sansa's mooneyes would never have suggested that there was anything at all wrong with Prince Joffrey, but almost immediately, there seemed to be tension between the crowned prince and Robb.

"It is a dark place," Joffrey commented, glancing around the Great Hall with a look of boredom. "I can't imagine living here after King's Landing."

"How lucky then that you can return there shortly," Robb replied.

I smirked into my glass of wine, feeling Robb's eyes on my face. He glanced towards Theon too, who was grinning as well as he took a swig.

"Lady Analysa, it must have been a difficult transition, coming from the warm plains to Winterfell," Joffrey added, hoping to get another to his cause. Sansa, who had never seen the capital, seemed in full agreement already.

"Truly, I found it rather easy. Not the circumstances around the transition, of course, but as far as feeling comfortable in Winterfell, that came the first day I spent with Robb," I replied.

Robb found himself smiling at that, and I was rather pleased with myself for returning him to a happier mood.

Joffrey nodded, "Yes…my condolences about your family."

There was something so disconnected between his tone and his words. He knew what to say, but he said it completely devoid of feeling. My disgust with Joffrey was slowly growing while Sansa seemed to become more and more in awe.

I glanced at Robb. He stared forward, chewing his food as though it left a bad taste in his mouth, his knuckles white as he clenched his fork. With his free hand, he took mine, rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand.

"My lords and ladies," Jaime Lannister appeared once again at our table.

Next to me, Robb tensed but still held my hand, trying to show me support after Joffrey's insincere comment.

"It was a pleasure meeting House Stark tonight. I look forward to the next several days," Jaime added.

The tension I had attempted to dissipate returned with barely a few words from Jaime. I was not looking forward to going to bed that night. Robb and I had two chambers, but I had not entered mine any night for half a year. I was not about to begin despite our frustration.

"Do you truly believe I would prefer a member of the royal family to you?" I demanded Robb as he undressed for bed after the feast.

I did not want to argue at supper, but I had no issue arguing in our chambers. I knew he had to be truly angry as I sat on the bed in nothing but my small clothes and yet he still was not touching me.

"You've never once thought of being queen or royalty?" Robb returned seriously.

"Never. I am not looking to be remembered in the great tales, Robb. I just want to be remembered by my family, friends."

Robb sat at the edge of the bed, opposite me. Leaning back on my pillows, I watched his profile. His curly hair tousled around his face. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I waited.

"Do you know why I learned to sword fight?"

Robb looked back at me in confusion, "Because your father insisted you would be a boy, and when he was wrong, he taught you anyway."

"That is the reason my father taught me to fight. That is not why I let him and ignored my mother's wishes."

"What is then?"

"Protecting those I love. I watch Arya. She hungers for glory, to be known in battle, in tales, and I admire her spirit, but I do not care for that. I practice and learn what I think I will need to take care of those I care most about. I would love nothing more than to feel I never need pick up a bow again."

Robb furrowed his eyebrows. He lay down on the bed, his head and chest next to me, and propped himself up on his elbow. "You can put down your bow and sword. I'll protect you."

I ran my hand through his hair and caressed his cheek. "And while you are protecting me, who will be watching you?"

"You think I can't protect us both?" His tone was slightly edgy as he avoided my gaze.

"I believe you can, but there are some things I've dreamt about that make me feel I cannot put them down yet. Beside, love." I ran my hand through his curly hair. "I won't let you fight for me if you won't let me fight for you."

Robb smiled and kissed my lips softly. "Will you tell me what you've dreamt?"

"Yes, but not tonight. Tonight, I have other plans for you."

Robb's smile turned to a smirk. "Then you won't be needing this."

And he moved to pull off my small clothes. He lay me down on the bed and pulled away for a moment. His eyes traveled down my body slowly, making me reach for a fur as I blushed.

"Don't," Robb said softly, taking hold of my hands. He smiled at me, saying softly, "You're beautiful."

I pulled our hands above my head, so he had to lean closer to me to keep a hold. "And I'm yours."

"Take that Jaime Lannister."

"Shut up."

Robb closed the gap between us and kissed me deeply. His lips slowly moved down my neck. He paused on my chest, kissing one breast and massaging the other, before he kept moving lower and kissed me there.

"Robb…" I moaned, clutching onto the bed.

It wasn't long before I clutched at his clothes, tearing them away from his body, and moaning his name even more loudly as he pushed into me.

For the longest time, I dreamt of Robb that night, but slowly, visions of gold and silver came pouring into my head. Lion sigils in the distance with a sense of foreboding, building up in the pit of my stomach.

"Please be careful," I whispered to Robb, standing in front of him.

His messy hair fell as it would while his beard and mustache looked handsomely unmanicured. His armor was unsullied, shining like a knight in a tale.

But this was no fairytale.

"I will come back to you," he swore.

My stomach knotted tightly as I nodded, wanting more than anything to go with him. My chest felt as though it might cave in, but I showed him strength.

"I know you will."

I hugged him tightly, my head against his heavy armor. I saw Grey Wind ready at the entrance to our tent. He watched us with calm eyes, which started to put me at ease as well. I pulled away and looked up at my husband.

"The Lannisters won't see you coming."

Robb smiled, "That's the idea. We'll just be a whisper, and by then, it will be too late for them."

My eyes fluttered open, and I was safely in my chamber. Robb held me to him protectively, his arms wrapped around my chest and waist. I desperately wanted to take a walk to think about what I had seen, but I stayed in bed for a while longer.

I didn't know how much longer I would be able to feel this safe.