Being wed to someone you know but never bonded with wasn't going well for you both.

Robb Stark was the heir to House Stark, ascending as Winterfell's lord once his father passed away. Due to this, Robb found himself looking for a wife—yet he had never taken you into consideration.

You were a woman of importance, and therefore, a strong alliance, security and richness could bloom from your wedding. However, there was a problem beyond it all: he didn't care for you. Not even close, not even at all.

Catelyn told him over and over again. She warned him to put his grudges aside and the past in the past, that this marriage was of more importance than your incompatibility. And Robb knew that, he was not foolish. He knew how beneficial it would be to marry you.

So he denied, until he was too desperate after his mother's begging and your family's acceptance of the wedding.

And so it happened.

You were married against your will, and now you found yourselves in your chambers for the so-not-awaited wedding night. The one during which you were supposed to share the bed, as your families demanded an heir.

Robb shut the door of the chambers as soon as you walked inside.

"{{user}}," he began, but shut his lips as he saw your back turned to him. Robb watched as you retreated into the washroom, a sigh escaping his throat.

He was already guessing that this night wouldn't take you both anywhere.