The wedding party was a welcome celebration. Bran and Rickon seemed to enjoy themselves, sitting alongside us and the newly named Lord and Lady Samelson. The happy couple was dancing more than anything else that night while Robb and I were content to share a few dances but remained mostly at the table, enjoying the company of the youngest Starks and also our time alone when the younger boys had gone to bed.

"Sister," I glanced up to find Willem, extending a hand to me.

Sansa stood beside him with an expectant smile for her elder brother. Robb laughed and stood, leading her to dance.

"You embarrass me in my own hall, calling out the acting Lord of Winterfell for not minding my manners and dancing with the bride," he teased while his sister laughed.

I shook my head as Will spun me around with that winning smile he wore so often.

"What?" he asked with curiosity.

I shook my head again, taking a moment to try to frame the words. "I guess I'm just surprised and happy, so happy for you."

"I picked well."

Now, I cast my eyes towards the heavens, "What a charming way to phrase it. Is that how you won over Sansa?"

"I almost didn't," he said softly.

"It's impossible to resist the Samelson charm," I teased, getting a good laugh from Will.

"Too true," he agreed, spinning me again in a circle.

The music continued on as I danced with my elder brother. Soon, we crossed paths with Robb and Sansa and quickly switched partners. Even though I was thrilled to be back in Robb's arms, I could tell that we both would not have minded an extra moment with our siblings. Both of us were just happy they had escaped from King's Landing.

"It's odd," Robb began, glancing around the full room.

"What is?"

"When you're gone or someone else is gone, you can forget a bit, focus on other things. I know I have. With everything happening in our lands, trying to run our house, I was consumed by it, but then when you have things back as they were, even just a piece of it, for a few moments…" he trailed off.

I nodded, understandingly, "When it's taken from you again, it hurts more."

"I just wish we were all home, everyone back in Winterfell."

I squeezed his knee as we sat back down at the table. "Let's just be happy you have one sister out of King's Landing. Your mother should return soon. And, we have Bran and Rickon. We'll stay for a while."

He smiled sadly, "For a while. That's literally the most indefinite time you could have offered me."

"I know. I'll try tonight to think forward."

"Not tonight," Robb replied. "We can enjoy ourselves tonight and come back to earth tomorrow."

"I like how that sounds," I replied with a smile.

I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him close to me. His hands found my waist as he sucked on my lower lip. It was so easy to lose myself, wrapped in his touch and tasting him. The calls began long before we heard them, but when I ultimately pulled away, red-faced, Robb's hands found my cheeks and kept my gaze firmly fixed on him.

"I love you," he said softly, earnestly.

"I love you."

It was only the commotion in the hall that forced me to look away. Willem and Sansa were trying to sneak away, but could not without getting enough cheers and whistles to drown out the whole room. Sansa was crimson, so Will quickly led her out the door.

"And good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" he called with a wide smile, giving a gracious bow and escaping the hall.

Robb's hand clenched the table as he glared at the spot where my brother had just stood.

"Oh, Robb, it's very romantic," I teased, taking his hand. "Running away together. They will write stories about their love."

"You have spent altogether too much time with Sansa," Robb returned with a small smile.

"No, not enough unfortunately. I'll miss them when they leave in tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Robb's eyebrows raised. Clearly, this was news to him.

I ran my hand down his shoulder and upper arm soothingly, "I think they want as much time together alone as possible. They will have that more in Plenair than here."

"She just came home…" Robb said quietly.

Robb's face had softened in a matter of moments. I caressed his scruffy cheek as he leaned into my hand, his eyes slowly following my arm up to my shoulder, neck, and finally he held my gaze.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but Willem will take care of her," I rpomised.

Robb gave me a begrudging smile and shook his head. "We can leave that for tomorrow. I said before we should enjoy ourselves. Nothing else."

He leaned in and softly kissed my lips for just a moment, leaving me wanting so much more. We were not far behind Will and Sansa in leaving the Great Hall. It took forever to reach our chambers, however. We kept stopping to fall against a wall, kissing each other, his hands traveling along my body. I'd pull at the ties of his doublet as much to pull him close to me as to remove it.

It was a miracle when we reached our chamber as any more time outside would have resulted in a scandal. My dress was off in another second as I pulled away his shirt and pants.

I still trembled under his touch, wanting his to take me quickly, but he seemed content to go slow, teasing me with each kiss, sucking on my lip, or leaving a trail of kisses down my body, just nipping at the right places to make me moan. I had already come once before he finally pushed inside of me, raising me to my climax again.

I was left exhausted and fell fast asleep soon after. I awoke while it was still dark outside, however. There would not be much night left, but I was surprisingly alert. My mind bounced between topics, thinking first of Robb, our night together. So many of our nights together came flooding to me, but I found myself fixating on the first night. I hope Sansa felt fine; the idea came to me that maybe she might soon be pregnant.

It was something Robb and I did our best to avoid even now, but I smiled a little, thinking of a niece or nephew I might have, wondering what they would look like, and wondering about what my own children would look like with Robb, who they might take after.

I tried to put my mind to rest as I lay on my husband's chest, taking in his slow, measured breaths to lull me back towards sleep. But, when I did finally fall asleep, dreams were not far behind.

I felt a hand holding mine, leading me through a tunnel – pitch black with an inch of water and yet we were running as fast as we could.

In my mind, voice swirled. "Something of the North must survive." "You're all that's left of Winterfell; you must live." "Even as a ghost with no army, you would frighten them."

Robb's voice rang clear, "I cannot leave my men."

"You have to." It was more voices I did not know and one that sounded familiar. "You're no use to the North dead, Robb." "We need our King to live."

Then, finally, "You have to save my sister."

That voice sent a knife's sting through my stomach as we reached the tunnel. Grey Wind burst through first, leaping on a man, who screamed as he was ripped apart. Robb pulled out his sword, taking a second guard by surprise as I readied my bow, my arrow reaching the only other man within sight, and we continued running into the dark woods.

We ran as far as our legs could take us until we were deep in the woods with a moment to breath. I sat down on a fallen tree, my head in hands, as I kept hearing the voice "You have to save my sister" repeating over and over, threatening to drive me insane as I realized who it was.

"NO! Willem!" I screamed, shooting me awake.

Robb's arms encircled me as I wildly thrashed, sobbing my elder brother's name. Grey Wind had also managed to get into our chamber, leaping onto the bed. The giant direwolf threw himself on top of my legs, as Robb drew me fully against his chest.

"Ana! Ana!" Robb exclaimed, trying to pull me back to this world. We were in bed in Winterfell – not running through a dark tunnel towards a forest.

"Oh gods," I sobbed, collapsing into Robb's arms.

"Ana, what is it?" he asked, the worry straining his voice.

"I'm going to lose him too." It was all I could manage.