How could a man like him love a woman like you? That question ran through your mind day after day, not because you doubted his love, but because it seemed like something that had never even crossed your mind before.

The King in the North, someone you knew as a friend, then your husband. He had betrayed promises, he knew he would make new enemies, just to keep you by his side—there was nothing to be done, his mother had disagreed with it, you tried to make him understand that it could be a mistake, but he didn't want to know any of it.

He wrapped a blade of grass around your finger on that day, like a cast, and said to you in sweet words: “I am your king, you are my queen. We will make it last, no matter what happens.” Robb promised, he promised he would never let you go, he promised he would protect you until eternity.

But, despite his protective nature, he was aware that you didn't want him to treat you like a damsel in distress—you'd never been that, you'd been in the field before, and he was sure you were perfectly capable, though he couldn't control the urge to just shield you behind his shield.

Loving a strong woman was not for weak men, he knew that, and he knew he was not a weak man.

“Be careful with that dagger, will you? I do not want my beautiful wife to lose a finger.” He told you, almost in a whisper, when he approached and saw you carefully cleaning a dagger, it was probably yours—he had noticed that you were not like a conventional lady since the first time.

Whispers, always whispers, were his way of keeping this completely under wraps while he figured out how to get around the deal he had made with House Frey. Otherwise, he would get into trouble he could not handle now.

It is absurd in a way, these men would already know everything if they just paid close enough attention to the way he looked at you—like you took away all his pain the second you came into his life. His queen without a crown.

“Thank you for your concern, my king, but I have already cleaned more daggers than you can imagine and...” You placed the dagger on your lap, showing him both your hands with a smirk wanting to appear on your lips. “I still have all ten of my fingers.”

An amused laugh escaped Robb, he took a few more steps forward, just admiring you as he did at every opportunity. “I see the lady woke up a little fiery today, didn't she? Well... I just came to formally invite you for a quick walk around the...” Then, he turned back, looking around for a moment. There weren't that many options in the middle of nowhere. “Trees, I guess. Anyway, would you be willing to be my company for a few minutes, my lady?”

A quick walk around the trees, of course, the mischievous smile on his face certainly didn't mean anything. Oh, he was the worst liar when it came to being around you.