Robb never intended to have his heart broken for two women, he never intended to even life long enough to know what true love was like but as he stared at the back of the women whom he had pledged his loyalty and heart too all those moons ago, he found himself crushed. Since leaving for war all that he had done was push Victoria aside for he needed to adapt to the new world he was unfortunately apart of now, and while his strength had grown as much as his armies, there was still so much to learn.

He'd married Talisa, automatically making her queen to the north and setting aside Victoria, the women he vowed everything for. His heart ached with the pit of goodbye as he'd accepted the nurse as his wife, knowing the repercussion.

Like a coward he had hid in a lovers bliss that night, passionately giving everything to his wife, everything one women had given him once. Talisa now laid peacefully in slumber, wrapped around furs that had once held a different women. A kiss of farewell has been all his intentions, changing into his clothes with the thought that there was no more hiding.

And so he stood at the entrance of her tent, having passed by her loyalists, all of whole gave him glares that could have entombed him if need be.

She stood by the heat of a fire, still as stone her arm lifted and holding a clear chalice filled with dark liquor, the first he'd ever seen her. The heat was radiating, and yet she did not jump from its warmth, there was already too much in her for the licks of fire to harm her.

The cold air pronounced the traitor king to her, and every tear she had shed in the evil hours of night now seemed to have been pointless.

"Victoria," he softly called out to her, wary of the response. There was few times, if any, he'd seen such an eccentric women as calm as the sky before a ravenous storm. Her father had said Winterfell was always to be on its toes with her around, but it seemed like the Starks were as well. She was the winter sun after all, and there was nothing a northerner neared more then the sun at its worst.

Her index finger suddenly tapped against the glass, sturdy nail earning a powerful scratch.

"You married her." She remarked, hand tightening around the glass as she allowed a bit of her fire to blow out, extinguishing the winters attempt at dominance with simple words. "After I asked you to wait, after my father gave his life, after I brought my armies, after I gave you my love. You shattered it all, for childish reason, you ruined everything we had."

"It wasn't like that." He stepped forward, desperately clinging to the idea that perhaps they could come to an agreement, to figure something out. Anything would be better then this sense of fury.

She turned, and he saw her chapped lips and the  vivid red of her eyes. The darkened hallows under her gaze and most of all the terrifying pits her once shimmering brows eyes had been, now they held nothing but wrath. "Do not presume to touch me!" She snarled at him, and pulled away, the first suddenly capturing Robb in a fury that burned him in place. "Do not presume to know what's best now, what will happen now! This is over."

"Vic—" he attempted every manner to soften her, everything that worked once.

She shook her head, "and do not call me that! Not now, not ever."

"You have to listen, please understand!" Robb seemed to be deaf as his please became more urgent and her again rose to brinks she'd never felt before.

"I should have married, Jon. I should have left the moment my father was taken. I should have gone to back to Dorne and taken my seat as the head of my house when my father was killed. There's so much I should have done but I was blind because of my love for you, but no more. I will never let myself be blinded for you again. You've never loved me, you never cared even when I have done everything to save your sisters."

"I still love you, I have always loved you— falling for Talisa does not change that. We can still marry, have children like you dreamed. You are my winter sun." He pleaded with her.

For a moment Victoria looked at him, the beggar King, she thought and resentment filled her. He had no clue what she'd done for him, what demons she'd guarded from his way. She'd done it all and for what? It thrashed inside her, the winter sun, she was most certainly but never his, not now, not ever. She was enraged and her body lurched forward, hand slapping across is face with all her might until she saw blood across his bearded cheek, and the skin reddened from impact. Touching a king was treason, but Robb was no king in her eyes, he was just a boy with a power that never should have been his to wield.

"Did you think for a second that could happen?" She sneered with malice. "Did you actually  believe I would ever agree to be with you and her? To be the second women after everything I've done? Do not shame me more then you have already. Do not ever call my the winter sun again, if was never yours to say and it never will be!" Her breath was short as was her temper, she was a mad women but given the circumstances there was no other defense. Finger lifting towards the exit she continued with a sneer, "we may fight along the same side but we are worlds apart from now on and I will have everyone know it! The days of my silence are over, mark my words! I am no longer your northern Queen! I am a southern ruler and I will have my family's justice with or without you! Now go! Get out of my tent!"

She shoved him back, her delicate wrists slamming against his chest in a desperate attempt. Her anguished strength was enough to stumble Robb, sending him back as his cheek still stung with pain from her slap just as much as his heart aches from her rejection. He saw tears threatening to escape from her eyes but she refused, lips pinched together in fury.

Robb had found the warmth he'd yearned for in Talisa, but lost the winter sun of his life.

He looked her way once more before leaving, silently addressing the women who'd given him first love, seeing the shell of a girl. She was a women, with scars of battle, of torture, of pure rusted emotion. The once bubbly teenager he'd admired under the light of fires, with silent kisses and eternal wishes was gone—she'd died the moment war had been promised. They'd both changed, drifted, and now strangers aided in a war. She was right, worlds held them apart, and love might as well have too. Love was the death of duty, he was never to agree with words more then these.

He walked away, yearning for that girl who had possessed his heart entirely—now his heart was shattered and Talisa would repair those pieces.

Victoria could no breathe until his footsteps had disappeared, until the northern man had disappeared, taking with him the last of her frozen depths. Everything now felt like a blazed fire, burning away her emotions and leaving a strategical defense for the future of her house

"My Lady," Elaine's soft patter of feet were the first she heard after a long moment of silence.

Her back straightened and she looked to the handmaid, the blonde taken in the reflection of fire against the darkened pits of her eyes. Her lips were full and blushed, chapped along the center where her teeth had gnawed into the soft flesh and her hair was frizzed, thin strands framing her face, around her flushed cheeks and concentrated face.

Elaine held her breath, after last nights walk, after discovering King Robb's marriage from drunken soldiers she'd been concerned. Her body had felt on edge all night, awaiting the words of her Lady but now as she'd witnessed strength, her ease came like a wave.

Perhaps last night had been a turning point, a tipping moment for everyone involved but it was evident that the tip had been a rise for the better. Victoria had never taken to the idea of being Queen in the North, and ironically enough now more then ever she appeared it. She'd been stripped raw but it seemed like underneath the sanctity behind the Starks had always been a women of strength.

"Call the Lord Commanded and Ser Trout, we need to speak. I have a plan."

Elaine smirked, thrill peaking her veins as she imagined what would happen now. "As you wish, my lady."

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WELL HERE WE GO! SEASON 3! Everyone's already seen the last episode I presume and if you haven't please catch up! IMPORTANT, once this season is over with I might take a break from this book and write the others that accompany it! There's a few characters that might be introduced in this story and will all tie together in the end! I want you to know that my book WILL NOT end in the same way the show has as I think it was horribly written and have a better idea!

So what does everyone think season 3 will have in store? Anything you want to see happen? Let me know! Thank you all for sticking with this book for so long!