[It was a good smell, something that she didn't know she missed. She'd been married to a boy and a man that preferred other men. There was never anyone like Robb. He was a warrior, strong and masculine. He was everything she didn't know that she wanted. The crown seemed almost a secondary entity now. It existed alone and Robb...well, he became something bigger.

It was gratifying, as though it confirmed that she could grow to feel something for him instead of duty. She wanted a fondness to exist in their marriage, something that made the bedding and life that they would share easier.

She wanted the sort of marriage that she had heard Catelyn and Ned had shared. Sansa spoke of how they loved each other and grew devoted. Save for the beginning of their marriage, Ned had never strayed. While Margaery had been raised to expect these things, part of her hoped that Robb would never allow his eyes to wander.

Though he didn't seem the sort to bed other women...given his revelation.]

It's never so simple as that. All you need do is look at the men who fought in Robert's Rebellion. They were all so tired and grim. War brings out a darkness that can never really leave.

[It wasn't comforting, but it was true. Raising their entwined hands to her lips, she placed a kiss on his fingers.] You aren't alone. You can tell me anything. Don't spare me from what you think or feel. I want to share it.