Wow, this was a quick update! I really wanted to continue this story, so here it is! Sorry because it's a short chapter, but there are more coming! I hope you like it!

Oh, I decided to change Sansa's age from 20 to 25. 20 was too young for this story in my opinion, because i aged everybody up so much!

Enjoy!

"Darling, you should go to sleep."

Robb Stark raised his head to look at the person who had spoken in front of him, standing by the door of his office. It was his wife, Talisa. Just as he did every time that he saw her, he smiled. Talisa returned his smile and approached him. She was very beautiful, with dark and smart eyes, long and straight black hair and olive skin. Not only was she beautiful, but she was intelligent too. She was a doctor. Robb had met her years ago, when he was younger and stupid and he had just borrowed his best friend Theon's motorbike, and he tried to ride it (without having no clue of how to do that). The outcome of that stupidity was that he fell and broke his leg, and he had to go to the hospital. Talisa was the doctor that attended and healed him. Just like that, Robb had found the love of his life when he less expected it, and he couldn't be happier.

As Talisa walked towards where he was sitting behind his desk, Robb took a moment to appreciate the nightgown that his wife was wearing. It made him wish that he didn't have so much work to do.

"I was about to go to bed" he said innocently, and Talisa raised her eyebrows skeptically.

"Liar…"

Robb rolled his eyes.

"My love, you know I have a lot of work to do… Specially now with the elections…"

"I know, I know" she said before putting her arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss him softly. Then she looked at his face with a bit of disapproval. Robb knew that it was obvious that he was exhausted, it was written all over his face, and he also knew that his wife didn't like that. He was only thirty-two years old and still young and very handsome and strong, but his blue eyes were tired, with dark shadows over them. He couldn't remember the last time that he had some proper sleep, but the papers on his desk just seemed to keep piling up more and more with each day that passed.

Talisa glanced down at the papers, newspapers, reports, folders and newspapers that were scattered all over her husband's desk. A faint smile appeared in the corner of her lips.

"You caused quite a commotion presenting your candidature" she commented. She was right. The whole country had been prepared to assume Joffrey Baratheon as its new President, no one expected Robb Stark to do what he had done. But he knew it was the right thing.

"I don't trust him" he muttered.

"Why not? He is the son of your father's best friend."

"Yeah, and they are both dead" Robb said bitterly.

"You knew him when you were a kid."

"And he was a royal prick. Besides, he is the grandson of Tywin Lannister. Nothing good can come out of a Lannister."

"Judge Tyrion is a Lannister, and he's doing a very good job" Talisa pointed out. She was acquiring quite a liking to contradicting her husband quite often, but Robb had to admit that she was right again.

"Yes, he is. But that's only because his family has always treated him as if he was worthless. He's not like them."

"And you don't think that maybe Joffrey will do a good job too? Who knows, it could happen."

Robb actually laughed when he heard that.

"You have too much faith in people, my love."

She hit him in the shoulder, pretending to be offended, but she couldn't hide the grin from her face.

"Well, don't complain! It's a good thing I have faith in people. You know, I used to think that all young politicians were little spoiled and unbearably cocky boys that thought too high of themselves and were not worth wasting a second of my time. But I decided to give you a chance. I had faith in you, and look!"

Robb laughed yet again. He remembered that things hadn't been very friendly between him and Talisa the first few days that they had known each other.

"Don't compare me to Joffrey Baratheon…"

"Is he really that bad?"

"You don't know him, or you wouldn't be asking that question. Yes, he is. "

"He's going to be your brother-in-law."

Robb fell silent then at the mention of that little detail. His face darkened, and he clenched his jaw. Talisa noticed the change in her husband's mood, and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You still haven't heard of Sansa?" she asked, suddenly feeling guilty for bringing that subject up.

Robb shook his head.

"No" he answered in a quiet voice. "I haven't seen her since she moved away to King's Landing so long ago. The last time I even spoke with her was the day of our father's funeral, when she called me to tell me she couldn't come."

Talisa remembered that day. After if was revealed that Ned Stark had been murdered ad the police finished the investigation with no results, they brought the body back to his home, to the city of Winterfell, for the funeral. She had never seen Robb sadder than that day, his heart broken and his face confused by grief and pain. Catelyn Stark, her mother-in-law, had gone numb after her husband's death. What had finished breaking Talisa's heart was seeing Robb younger brothers, Bran and Rickon. They had been orphaned so young… way too young to know that kind of pain and loss. Robb had received a call from king's Landing before the funeral. It was from his younger sister Sansa, who told him that she was very sorry, but it had been impossible for her to go back home for the funeral. She had said that she had already been able to say goodbye to her father in the capital. Then she had promised her family that she would go home soon. But she hadn't fulfilled that promised. She never called again, or contacted her family in any other way. Not a single letter or email, nothing.

Sansa hadn't been the only one that hadn't returned home. Arya, the youngest Stark girl, hadn't come back either. No one knew where she was, she had disappeared after her father's murder and no one had been able to find her. They did get a call once from her. Bran had picked up the phone, and when he was questioned about it he said that Aya had told him that she was fine, that she just needed to be alone and that she was going away because there was something that she needed to do. She had told Bran to tell everyone to stop looking for her.

"Has she said anything else?" their mother had asked, almost crying at the thought that her little girl had gone away.

"She said that she loves us" Bran had answered her. After that Arya had hung up the phone and no one knew anything of her again.

The Stark family had told the police to stop looking for Arya because she had already called and they had lied and told them they knew where she was, but they had hired a detective to search for her. The detective was still doing his job, but there were still no results. He said that Arya was hiding, and she was very good at doing so.

They didn't worry about Sansa. Sure, they missed her, but she was with her new family and if she wanted to stay there, there was nothing they could do about it. They did know that she was alright, they saw videos of her concerts, heard of the about the releases of new hit singles and listened to her songs in the radio, read about her in the interviews of the magazines… Everything seemed to be fine and in order, almost perfect. But Robb was the one that did worry about her.

"I don't like that she's marrying Joffrey" he muttered. He stood up from his chair behind his desk and walked towards the window at the back of his big office. It was dark outside, and the moon shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the city of Winterfell with a faint white glow.

Talisa joined him, and he kept talking.

"I'm sure that Tywin Lannister has already found a way in which that marriage of his grandson to my sister suits him, and I don't want him using Sansa for his plans, whatever they are. I don't trust that man, he is too powerful."

"Sansa chose to marry Joffrey. Do you remember how excited she was when she was dating him? The only thing that she wanted was an engagement ring, and she got it. I remember it perfectly, she couldn't be happier about it!"

Robb did remember it, yes. It had been there, at Winterfell, in their family's ancient mansion. Joffrey had come to visit Sansa, and the Stark and Baratheon/Lannister families were enjoying dinner when suddenly Joffrey had made a toast, got down on one knee in front of everyone and he had asked Sansa to marry him. The young Stark girl had almost screamed "yes!" immediately.

Robb hadn't liked that relationship from the beginning, and he liked the engagement even less. His father hadn't liked t either, but he had said that there was nothing that he could do about it. It was Sansa's life, and she was already grown up to know what she wanted to do with it.

Robb sighed. That he didn't like that engagement didn't mean that it was wrong… Maybe he just needed to stop thinking about it, stop worrying, and just let his sister be happy. He missed her very much, so maybe that was what was making him believe that she should break her engagement to Joffrey and come back home.

She's not a child anymore, he thought. I have to let her go.

He looked at his wife and smiled.

"Perhaps you are right' he admitted. "Perhaps I'm just paranoid."

"Do you remember when we got engaged?" Talisa asked him, putting her arms around his middle to be closer to him. "Your mother almost had a heart attack."

Robb laughed.

"Yes! She almost did… She didn't speak to me in a month after that…"

"She thought that you were making a terrible mistake marrying me" Talisa continued saying, grinning. "And here we are, years later."

"Very happy years..." Robb remarked, and he leaned down to kiss her.

When they parted from each other, Talisa kept hugging his body close to hers, not letting go. She looked at him with those dark eyes that Robb swore that could melt him.

"Why don't you come to bed with me?" Talisa asked with a soft whisper. "You can return to your politics in the morning."

Robb sighed. He turned his head to the side to look at his desk again, all covered in all those boring papers that he had to attend to. He thought about it for a second and then he sighed a second time, and looked at his wife again. He returned her smile.

"Yes" he said, cupping her face with his hands. "I suppose I can."

And he kissed her again.