She can feel the hard stares of Robb's men but pushes them from her mind. Robb's eyes find hers and everything else drains away. Her fears, her anxieties and the difficulties she had faced were replaced with a feeling of calm that filled her as she gazed back at him, the blueness of his eyes entrancing her. She had only shared his bed once, but she could remember now in seeing him why she had. His heart was clear within his gaze and it was purer than any man she had known before.

It seemed that time dragged on as she waited for him to answer her. There was never a question of him sending her away. Whatever she worried his response to her would be, he would never be the sort of man that would send away a lady in distress. His rebuke seemed more for show than any genuine reprimand. She simply brushed it aside, keeping her eyes leveled with his.

She curtsied, following the guards towards Robb's tent. She would need to send for her maid, but for now, she wanted to prepare him for what she had come to say. She seated herself on the edge of his bed, looking about the room curiously, trying to focus on what she would say to him. For so long, she had waited for this meeting, but hadn't thought of what to do when the moment came.

A figure approached the tent and she quickly got to her feet. "Robb?"