Robb had a long day. Battling this war against the lannisters took a number on him, and you. His soon to be wife. You were the staple of a real woman, lethal, intense.. harsh. But loyal.

So much to his surprise walking into the two of yours tent, He found you pacing, shaky and frustrated.

"My love," He spoke, shedding his belt with the sword on it before rushing to you, "Are you alright?"