A/N I'd like to apologise to all of you, for being MIA lately. School, swim practices have taken over my priorities and I'd like to say that updates will surely to slower than usual. My workload is a lot heavier this year and well. . . yeah. Sorry about that guys. Secondly, I'd like to add to the readers who have followed me to my other GOT fix A Northern Frey, that I have not given up on the story and that I intent to update it as soon as I can. I just had to plan it out and I've kind of been suffering from Writer's Block these past few months. Again, I apologise.

Thank you all for your patience, this one-shot is a continuation of the AU series where Melissandre brings Everra back to life. Keep in mind, this is a very, very short addition and if anyone has anything they would like for me to write, just PM me or mention it in your review.

Thanks for everything! :)

Until next time,

Fionakevin073

When Robb returns to the room she is wearing a warm robe and warm furs are wrapped around her frame. She is staring into nothing with an empty expression on her face, as though she were in some kind of trance.

Robb had to prevent the guards from executing Melissandre and had immediately rushed back.

"Everra," he whispered, kneeling down in front of her to grab onto one of her cold, cold hands. He never thought he would feel her heartbeat ever again, never thought that he would see those green eyes of her wide open.

"Come back," he told her gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her fingertips. Her gaze flutters to his, and she stares at him with a confusion that makes his heart pound.

"I was dead," she states, her voice desolate. Robb resists the urge to flinch at the memory of the blood pouring out of her stomach, and nods, his gaze fixed permanently on her hands.

"And yet I'm here."

Robb isn't sure if it's a statement or a question.

"Yes," he utters, holding onto her hands tighter, before finally summoning the courage to stare pleadingly into her green eyes. "Everra you came back," he tells her, a note of desperation evident in his voice. He's kneeling in front of her, holding her hands and begging her to understand— he, a king is kneeling in front of her, a woman who isn't his queen and yet who holds all of his heart regardless.

"I love you," he tells her, and presses another kiss to the insides of each of hands. You love me too, Everra he thinks, I know you do.

Her gaze moves away from his own to another spot in the room, and her voice is cold when she tells him, "You should have let me go." Her expression nearly crumples as she continues, "Why couldn't you let me go?"

He frowns at her, his eyes widening slightly as he begins to move closer to her before he is stopped by her voice slapping him in the face, "I'd like to be alone now, your grace," she says, not looking at him and pulled her hands out of his grasp.

"Everra—"

"Go," she commands lifelessly, and he stands there, gaping at her, at a loss for her words— for anything really but by the gods she won't look at him and Everra—

"Please just go."

He leaves this time.

Robb barely see's Everra after the mayhem that follows when people discover that she is miraculously alive once more.

He doesn't see her when Jon says that it was he who made Melissandre bring her back and Robb tries to shove the lump down his throat and—

And Robb is at a loss for what to do.

Whenever he tries to see her Jon is always there at her side, and sends him away with a small, apologetic look. His mother sends him these questioning looks, as though she knows something is wrong but she doesn't know what to do— neither does he.

But it's not as though they have time to fix this, or discuss the distance between them.

They still have a war to win, and Robb tries to focus on that. Throw's himself into discussions over maps and troops and plans and before he know's it they are at King's Landing and throwing themselves into battle and all he can think about— even as he shoves his sword into another man's side with Grey wind snarling at his side— is Everra. She hadn't even looked at him when he left— her injuries sustained from her death prevented her from fighting— and had simply uttered an emotionless goodbye to him, and only showed any emotion when she said goodbye to Jon.

And so Robb fights with everything he has— with everything he is because he has to get back to her. He has to explain that he couldn't do this without her and that he loved her— and that he didn't think he would— could— ever stop.

He would tell her about why he couldn't let her go.