It was a tough situation. The conflict had already started, but Robb and his army had only fought Lannisters yet. Robb needed to secure his passage, and for that, he needed help of House Frey, the head of which told him he had to marry one of his daughters to get help. And so, Robb agreed. He kept fighting and was winning, too. Three victories didn't make him a conqueror, too, but they were something, and all Robb wanted was to keep advancing so that his precious sisters would return home safely. Yet, one day, a raven was sent, and quite an unusual one. A woman from Dorne, House Martell, was actually proclaiming her desire to help. But why help a northerner? Robb sent her a letter urging her to come, and she did. As soon as she entered his tent with her chaperons, Robb Stark kissed her hand and looked her in the eyes, trying to understand her. He tilted his head and asked her straightforwardly, not wanting to dance with words. "What does a Dornish woman want up North?"