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Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones, or the books A Song of Ice and Fire. I own only Johanna. Lyrics are Summertime sadness by Lana Del Rey

"Kiss me hard before you

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That,baby, you're the best"

Chapter 6: North.

Johanna

Almost a fortnight had passed since her wedding night and nothing had been resolved between the two. She would ignore him for the day, and shun his touch in the bed at night. She knew Robb was being driven mad by her behavior but Johanna could not be nice any longer. Everyone had a snapping point, and he seemed to bring out hers. When he would fall asleep, when she could no longer stand pretending, she would find herself back in Joffrey's chambers. She would find herself giving away to the thralls of pleasure with her brother buried deep inside of her.

Johanna would creep back into Robb's chambers right after she made love to her brother, and she would pretend to sleep beside her husband. Johanna felt guilt each morning, she had never planned to me a adulteress. It was not her intention to betray her husband, but she could not stand laying beside him. He would try to touch her, try to kiss her, and she would push him from her. She would hear him curse her under his breath, but never once did he speak against her.

On her family's last day in Winterfell Johanna found herself in a needlepoint lesson with her sister and the daughters of Eddard Stark. The lesson would have been more enjoyable if Sansa had not been spewing words over Joffrey, and how excited she was. She would be going to the capitol, she would be marrying the prince. She would be living the life Johanna wanted. Johanna was the damned Princess she should have gotten what she wanted not the Stark girl. Johanna's jealousy was a bitter thing.

"Arya, come back here. Arya, don't take another step."

Johanna looked up from her own needlework of blue winter roses to see the wild child of Lord Stark walking toward the exit. She had a fiery look upon her face, but her eyes held tears. Johanna had not been paying attention to the conversation between the Septa and child but she was sure it was unkind. Arya did not stop instead she left the room with a defiant nature.

"Septa Mordane, I will go after her, do not fret."

"Princess I can not.."

"It's Lady now, Septa, and I am Stark now so I will go find her."

Johanna kept her tone soft but she held bitterness in her mouth. She did not wish to be a Stark, but it was the way her life had become. She not only a Baratheon but a Stark. Her children would be Starks.

Johanna left the room in search of the wild child. Arya made it apparent to Johanna that she not fond of her, and Johanna did not mind it. She could understand why the girl did not like her, they could not have been more opposite. Arya was everything Johanna would never, and could never be. It took some time to find the girl, but when she did Johanna approached with caution.

"Lady Arya, Jon Snow." She found the two on the bridge over looking the training area. It was Jon that turned to her.

"Princess, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Jon had a smile upon his lips.

"I was sent to retrieve your sister, she has run from her lessons."

The girl in question spun on her heels, fire in her grey eyes.

"I am not going back there, and you can't make me. You may have married my brother but that does not make you my family."

Johanna did not flinch at the harsh tone in which Arya spoke. Instead she did nothing but smile at the girl.

"I understand that, Lady Arya."

"It's Arya, not Lady Arya."

That was the girl's final word before she turned back to the training. Jon tried to give Johanna kind smile but she saw the laughter hidden in his eyes. He thought the way his sister treated her was funny. She wanted to run but when she heard Joffrey's voice carry from the yard she could not help but be curious. She found herself standing beside Jon looking over into the yard below, it was full of people. She caught of a group of squires who had been quite fond of her brother, the fighter. She saw her younger brother Tommen sitting on the side his breathing heavy and she did not doubt he had just fought someone. Her eyes found the man speaking at the moment, a round, strong older man. The last two people in the yard were facing each other, as if ready to fight.

"They aren't going to fight are they?"

"They have been a few times this morning, Princess. Your brother is not half bad."

Jon answered her question and Johanna felt unease in her. She knew they did not like each other, and she worried the two men would fight with anger even in a practice.

"I wish to fight with live steel, I am sick of swatting at you Stark."

"I do believe it was you who received more swats, Joff."

Johanna gripped the sill in front of her, her body on edge. The anger shared between the two was masked in humor but Johanna knew differently. She knew given the chance Joff would not stop from cutting Robb Stark down, no matter who watched.

"I have to stop this nonsense." She whispered to herself.

"They won't use real swords,Princess, no one will risk your brother's life."

As much as she worried for Joffrey's life she knew Robb was honorable, he would not cut down the Prince in the middle of a courtyard, her brother was not as honorable. His anger would always win over everything. She watched as the man told the boys live steel would not go. When she saw the Hound step to the man in her brother's defense she found herself walking to the courtyard with purpose.

Every eye was on her as she entered the courtyard, a fake smile plastered upon her features. She glanced once at her brother before her gaze was glued to her husband. She approached him as he held a wooden sword in his hands, and a fire in his blue eyes. When their eyes met the fire died and was replaced with a look of hesitation.

"My love, may we speak." Johanna had never called him anything beyond his own name, and the words spilled poison into her own mouth.

"Of course, Johanna. Let us step from the training circle."

She did not take her husband's hand instead she walked ahead of him into the shadows and stood waiting for him. He took slow lazy steps toward her, and Johanna felt herself being driven mad. Robb Stark was the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who could drive her into madness, and she knew he was beginning to enjoy it.

"Did you come to stop your brother from drawing his sword against me, Johanna?" She looked down as he questioned her. "I can handle your brother, I am sure of that."

"I do not doubt that,Robb. I actually came to ask you something, I was going to wait until later but this seemed appropriate."

Her husband regarded her with curiosity, and hesitation. Johanna had ignored him for days, she did not even remember the last word she had truly spoken to him. She was almost sure it was a good night, a week earlier.

"What does my Lady wife seek of me?"

"My Uncle Tyrion is headed north to the Wall, he wishes to see it. I was wondering if my husband would be so kind as to let me accompany him on the journey."

She knew the chances of him letting her go were slim but she wanted it so much. Her Uncle Tyrion was the only one she had spent little time with in Winterfell, and he was the last family she would have a chance to see in some time. Once her family went south it could be years before she saw them again. She looked into her husband's blue eyes and watched as the wheels ran in his head.

"I do not believe that trip is wise for you."

"Please, I want this. I will be careful, I need you to trust me."

Johanna almost flinched at the harsh laugh he let out.

"How can I, when you shut me out, you ignore me and disregard me as if I was nothing more than the wind when I speak to you? If you want something than we must compromise."

Johanna pulled at her dress and looked away form her husband. She knew he was right, she had been colder to him than she should have been. She was finding her comfort in another man, her brother. She did not long for her husband's touch because she was getting it where she truly wished to.

"Okay, you are right. We can compromise. What do you wish for in return for letting me go north?"

"Let me touch you. By the Gods the woman we have been married a fortnight and I have not been able to touch you since our marriage night." He nearly growled.

Johanna met his eyes and she could see the desperation in them. He only wished to touch her because he thought she was beautiful, if she was ugly she knew he would not be bothered by her behavior.

"You can touch me, I will also try and speak with you more."

"That is all that I ask. I know this was not what you wished for in life, but it is what we must do."

Johanna stood there as Robb stepped closer to her, closing what distance remained between them. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and for a moment she was calm. He placed his fingers under her chin, and just like in the woods he placed his warm lips against hers. She did not pull away and for a brief moment she pressed her lips back against his own. She felt a smile form on his lips as they kissed, causing her to blush and pull away from him.

"I am having dinner with my family tonight, I shall see you after."

Johanna left her husband standing there as she walked back toward the castle. As she walked past the training area she saw that her brother had long since excused himself, and Johanna did not doubt the kiss had been the cause of his retreat. She knew she would hear about it when she found herself in his bed later, but for a moment she let herself linger on the kiss. Robb was never harsh when he kissed her, his lips never felt rushed. He was such an innocent soul, so unlike her brother. She found herself ashamed to enjoy the kisses of Joffrey over the kisses of her kind husband.

"I don't know if you coming with me is such a good idea, Johanna, it is a rough road."

Johanna took a bite of her meat, giving her Uncle Tyrion a cold stare. She needed to go to the Wall with him, she needed it. She would lose her family on the morrow, and she wanted just a little time with the last person she could. She could not go south, so she could at least enjoy a journey north with him.

"I agree with him, my little lioness. I can not travel easy while I worry for you."

When her mother spoke Johanna knew she was serious, but she also knew her mother would worry either way. Her mother hated the union between the wolf and the stag, or lion as she called Johanna, and she would always worry for eldest daughter.

"It is a short time I will be gone, and I will be back here in no time. Mother, do not fret I will have Uncle to keep me company."

"Let her go, sister, she will enjoy seeing something beyond the walls of this grey place."

Johanna gave her Uncle Jaime a thankful smile, at least he could understand why she wanted to leave. She dreaded being alone in the halls of a place that was another's home. She may have spent a month among the people of Winterfell, but a month did not make a place a home. Her home was and forever would be, Kings Landing.

"Jaime, do not encourage her to do wild things. My daughter is a proper woman and going to the Wall is not proper. She has no place among those men."

"Mother, please I will be as proper as they come. You know me, and you know you can trust me. I am not going for the men, I am going to spend time with my blood one last time."

Her mother let out a sigh but she did eventually agree. Johanna continued to eat her meal happily. She spoke to her younger siblings as she did, ignoring Joffrey as he placed a hand upon her thigh under the table. She kept her smile as she spoke to Myrcella about the issue at needlepoint, and she laughed with Tommen as he spoke about his sparring with the boys. She knew Tommen was not a solider, he was much like her and Myrcella, he was much too soft. Johanna saw nothing wrong with Tommen being a soft, gentle man. Joffrey would be the King one day and he had enough spirit to rule a Kingdom, better than their father could anyway.

After dinner Johanna excused herself and found her way once more the Sept. She would pray for the safe travels of her family, and pray for the safe travel to the Wall. Johanna would pray for Bran, just as she had each day since his fall. She worried greatly that the boy had yet to wake, and she worried for the effect it had on Lady Stark. The woman grew more tired with each passing day, and she found no comfort in company. When Johanna would visit the boy they sat in silence, neither speaking a single word to the other. She could only hope that her mother by law found some comfort in her, found some hope in having someone to pray beside her in the late hours of sorrow.

When Johanna returned to the chambers she shared with her husband it was late, and the moon was already high in the night sky. She almost hoped he was asleep so she could once again go seek comfort in her brother one last time but when she entered the chambers it was empty. She wondered where he could be, but she had no answer to her own question. She took the night dress laid out for her and found herself in bed. She thought of sleeping, but she had to make sure she saw Joffrey one last night.

"I am sorry, I did not think you would be back before me."

Johanna looked up to see Robb entering the room, his hair was wet a and their was a towel wrapped around his waist. It took her only a moment to realize he had bathed, but he had made the choice to bathe somewhere other than their own chamber.

"It is alright, Robb."

She trained her eyes away from him, so he could remove his towel. She had shared a marriage bed with her husband but she had seen bare only once and even then she did not look. She tried to keep her eyes from him but as he climbed into bed she cast a quick glance over not expecting him to still be naked. Johanna looked back to the ceiling her face turning red.

"Johanna." His voice was soft and gentle as rolled her body to look at him.

She tried not to look at him, but his hand was touching his face gently. He guided her face to look him in the eye.

"Yes, Robb?"

He did not say a word, he leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was not as gentle as the kiss they shared in the courtyard, instead Johanna felt the need in his kiss. For a moment she hesitated but she dropped her defense and kissed him back. She was gentle, she did not match his passion but she gave him some clue that the kiss was alright. He let his lips move from hers to travel down to her neck, and as he did she understood what he was seeking. Johanna let the man kiss his way down her neck, almost getting lost in the warmth.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered his words against her skin as he moved to hover over her.

She knew his intention, and she knew she could deny him. She knew she could tell him no but she had done that for a fortnight.

"If you are going to do this, you can't leave me alone in this bed again."

Her voice was soft but full of conviction. She felt guilty for holding that night against him, but she could not help it. She felt horrid because she had left his bed that night to make love with her own brother, and she had left his bed every night since.

"I promise you that will never happen again, love."

She allowed him to run his hands up her thighs, letting him bunch the skirt of her dress around her waist. She helped him remove her small clothes, leaving her womanhood bare for him. She felt shame as his hand ran over her, feeling the slickness that had formed in between her legs. Johanna could not deny her physical attraction to her husband, but the love was what she lacked.

When Robb pushed himself inside of her, she felt no pain only pleasure. She tried to block out the feeling of him but it was much harder. His body was pressed against her own as he moved inside of her. His breath was warm against her neck. He shifted his position, moving his hands to grip her hips gently, and Johanna felt herself moving with him. It was not long before she felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, she had to bite her cheek to keep from letting her brother's name slip from her in pleasured moans.

"Thank you." He whispered as he lay beside her.

Johanna did not respond, he did not need to thank her. She had spent the moments of passion imaging the times she let her brother have his way with her. Her husband was so gentle, so loving as he pushed himself inside of her and Johanna found it sweet, but her lover was different. Her brother was urgent in the way he made love to her, he was forceful, and rough. Johanna found comfort in the touch of her brother.

Robb tried to wrap his arms around her but Johanna bid him not to. She watched as he rolled to his side and fell asleep like most nights. She regretted for a moment, she regretted pushing him away. He had made love to her and she shunned him after, she was no better than he was. She lay awake while he drifted off into a satisfied slumber, and when she was sure he was out for the night she left him laying in their bed.

It took no time for Johanna to find herself sitting upon her brother with him buried deep inside of her. She had never allowed herself to be on top of him, but she felt a burning need for him the could not be suppressed. She placed her hands upon her brother's bare chest as she continued to ride her brother slowly, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. When he grew tired of her gentle, slow pace, Johanna found herself on her hands and knees on the bed. Her brother thrusting himself inside of her with his hands grasped firmly on her hips.

He was not gentle,and Johanna found herself wincing a few times at the lack of regard her brother had for her. She eventually let herself give over to pleasure, the feeling washing over her as he pushed himself inside her deeper.

"You are mine."

Johanna was dressing when her brother spoke, a fire in his eyes. She smiled and kissed him.

"Forever, my love."

Her brother joined her in dressing. She was surprised because normally he would lay in his bed naked waiting for her to leave.

"I have something for you, you must drink it."

Johanna was confused when her brother brought her a cup of cold tea. She looked upon him in confusion.

"I am sorry brother but I do not find myself thirsty."

"It is moon tea my love. You don't wish to have a child now do you?"

Johanna looked at her brother in shock. She could not believe he tried to give her the whore's drink. She knew what moon tea was, her mother taught her of it when she asked why her father had no other children. She explained to Johanna that all the whores her father had relations with were smart enough to drink moon tea, the liquid will kill any seed inside a woman.

"I want children, more than anything, you know that." Johanna's voice held sadness as her twin looked upon with anger.

"You can't have his children, I won't allow it."

"And if it is your child that would form inside me? Would have me risk that?"

Johanna felt a simple fire burning inside her. She wanted children, she did not care if they belonged to Robb Stark or not.

"I want you to have my children but that is a sin even we can not commit, not yet. When you come home to me, you can have all the children you wish. No one will ever question us."

Johanna did not believe in her brother's fantasy ideal. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, but he had it stuck in his head that when he became King she would be able to be his. She knew even he would not have that kind of power.

"I won't drink it, I am sorry brother."

Johanna felt her brother grip her shoulders tightly, his face inches from her own. She saw the flashes of wild fire once more, and fear crept into her heart.

"I will not allow you to give birth to his damned pups."

"Joffrey, I won't drink it now or ever. If I am meant to have children I will."

She tried to wretch herself from her brother's grip but she failed to do so. He held her tighter, his eyes burning into her own. She knew she would back down, but she knew she would never drink the tea.

"Joff, my love, if you love me you will understand. I love you, and only you. No child given to me by him will change that. You have to believe me."

She reached out to gently touch his cheek, willing her brother to calm himself. He let go of her shoulders just to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his.

"I am sorry, sister, I just can't stand the thought of him touching you. I won't be here to be with you, and I hate it."

"I know my love, but as you say it won't be forever. When you are King, I will be beside you once more, no matter what anyone says."

With a kiss she was gone, and back in her own chambers. Like every night her husband lay sleeping, unaware of her absence. Johanna slid into bed beside her still naked husband before she slowly allowed herself to curl against him. His warmth filled her body and she let her eyes finally close.

Johanna had said her goodbye to everyone in her family,save her brother. Her mother kissed her upon the head, and bid her to be good. She told Johanna that she would be missed. Her father had kept it short before he moved on from her. The children were the hardest for Johanna to say farewell to. She did not cry but that did not need mean the tears were not threatening to fall. She had taken care of them for years, and she had to let that go for her own future. She hugged both her siblings tight to her, and she refused to let them go easily. Saying goodbye to her Uncle Jaime was easier, he lifted her off the ground and kissed her cheek. He told her to be brave, and to be strong. The hardest goodbye was Joffrey.

"I will miss you, my sweet sister." His voice was soft but she heard the bitter tone, she knew he was still sore over the moon tea.

"I shall miss you too, do not doubt I will be there for your wedding. I can not miss the chance to see you get married."

Her own tone was bitter as they hugged each other tight. Johanna felt the looks they were receiving but she did not care. Seven hells it was the last time she would see him for sometime, they could give her at least that.

"I love you, my sweet." His voice was barely audible.

"I love you too."

She left her brother to mount his horse, left her family to make their way home. Johanna did not wish to look back as she headed for her husband, she would say farewell to him as well. He was allowing her to go the Wall, to give her one last chance to be with her own blood. She found him standing beside Jon Snow, a bundle in his arms.

"Jon, I don't mean to interrupt but do you mind if I steal him?" She smiled at Jon.

"Be my guest, I said my farewell. He is your husband after all."

Johanna took Robb's hand and lead him away from his brother. She smiled at him.

"Thank you again for letting me do this, I should be back soon."

"It is the least I can do for my wife." His smile was genuine, so true. "I must admit I will miss you around here. You bring a light this place has not seen in some time."

Johanna felt herself blush, and let a giggle spill from her lips. He was a kind man.

"Thank you."

She went to hug him, but he stopped her. He handed her the bundle in his arms, a black cloak with a light fir trim.

"This is for you, it is cold up there I do not doubt. As I once told you I would hate for you to freeze to death."

She let a true laugh come forth, and she took the cloak from him placing it upon her body. She did not thank him all she did was lean up and kiss him. She did not give him time to return the kiss, or even think on the kiss because she pulled away from him. She went to meet her Uncle Tyrion without even looking back at her husband but she did catch the fleeting glance of a green eyed, golden haired man who held only anger in his eyes.