Victoria Valiente did not speak for the first moments after Robb's return and although her lips were as silent as the voices of the dead she was almost as imposing as death itself.

When Robb raced back to camp just as the sunset, the young maid Talisa by his side and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment it took only one look from his future queen to know, there would be more then hell to pay for her embarrassment.

Her eyes narrowed as he jumped off the horse, a delicate walk to her steps. She looked like a predator closing in for the kill as she refused to acknowledge anyone's pains look to her. All the Lords may have turned a blind eye to the King having an affair but when the future Queen was present and she was unwillingly having her name dragged through the very dirt of their shoes in this way, well they nearly all wanted to say sorry for a crime they did not commit. It wasn't enough that they had lost their home of Winterfell, but now the King was presenting the other women like it was nothing.

Victoria was seething, she was as hot as the Dornish Sun on a particularly dry day, or the hot sand that seemed to burn through skin when it dusted up in the air.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and arms crossed over one another as she walked between the horse of King Robb and Talisa, the young nurse lowered her head as she too felt the wrath.

"Lady Valiente," Talisa murmured out of respect, her eyes catching the glint of the Knights behind the future Queen who's hands seemed attached to the swords at their hips.

"My Queen, should we—" Robb attempted to control what he knew would be an explosive outburst in the making.

"There are dying men who need assistance, someone assure that this nurse aide gets back to her duties without further distractions." Victoria curtly dismissed the healer.

Immediately a Stark Knight came forward and took the reins of her small horse and pulled it in a different direction from the crowd.

Robb watched as Talisa didn't meet his eyes when she trotted away and once she wa out of earshot the future Queen spoke again, this time in that same authoritative voice. "We have been expecting you, your highness, there are pressing matters to discuss—urgent matters that need more of your attention then anything else. I will see you in your tent."

With that said she walked away from him, her nose flaring in disgust as she gave him one final look.

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"This cannot be true." Robb shook his head as he read for himself what had come. The high liege Lords were all gathered inside the tent, nearly all had filed suit after the future Queen when she'd walked away from the King. They'd all gathered around the large table where Robb had found the scroll awaiting him. Victoria hadn't said a word since then, she'd only taken a seat behind Robb's chair and awaited what was no doubt going to be an outburst. The young Dorne had no idea what to say herself, in all honesty, she was floored with the revelation. Theon held a warm spot in her heart, like a best friend would, but what he had done was unforgivable. He had not only broken years of loyalty but he had now endangered the lives of two boys Victoria considered her own family, an unspeakable crime.

Ricardo Valiente had once told his young cub that family was the foundation of loyalty, blood or not it was always to be respected. Theon had betrayed all of it, he practically spat on Ned Starks grave now.

"We've had ravens from White Harbor, Barrowton and the Dreadfort. I'm afraid it is true." Roose Bolton stood at the other end of the table, addressing Robb.

"Why? Why would Theon...." Robb's voice nearly cracked at the end, his eyes going over the write words once more to assure it was his best friend that wrote this. Victoria felt for him in this sense.

"Because the Greyjoys are treasonous whores." Bolton responded back in what was unarguably the truth, Iron Islanders were known for this.

"My brothers?"

"We've heard nothing of them. But Rodrik Cassel is dead."

Catelyn seemed floored by this as she stopped her pacing to come near her son and speak in a tone only the Queen Mother could have done. "I told you, never trust a Greyjoy!"

Robb couldn't even look at his mother as the anger peaked and he stood. "I must go North at once."

"There's still a war to win, Your Grace." Bolton argued.

"How can I call myself king if I can't hold my own castle? How can I ask men to follow me if I can't ..." Robb sounded lost or upset, Victoria adjusting in her seat to notice the crease between his eyebrows deepen and his fists tighten like he was blaming himself.

"You are a king. And that means you don't have to do everything yourself." Again, it was only Bolton that seemed to weigh in.

Let me go and talk to Theon.

There will be no talk. He will die for this.

Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dreadfort. He can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon. We have the Lannisters on the run. If you march all the way back north now, you'll lose what you gained. My boy would be honored to bring you Prince Theon's head.

Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon ... I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why. And then I'll take his head myself.

Lord Bolton nodded his head and turned to walk off, leaving the King to wallow in anger and the rest of the Lords to quietly mutter or blink at one another. Victoria could sense the slight distrust or even weakness that was apparent and she decided that despite her anger there would be no more of her families name being shamed.

"My Lords, would you all give me the room to speak with the King." She spoke loudly, her eyes working around the room so they all knew.

They all made their way out quickly, leaving only Catelyn who walked past her son and took her hand, squeezing firmly. "I have faith you can speak to him and possibly knock some sense."

Victoria smirked falsely and nodded her head, "have a safe night, Lady Stark."

Catelyn walked off and Victoria looked back towards the Guards and Sir Trout At the entrance, nodding her head an indicating they shit the flaps of the tent.

They did so and thus the two royals were left in silence, Robb did not look up from where his eyes were set on Winterfell. The green in then seemed to be replace by the storm of dark blue.

Victoria walked over towards the table that held the ale and wine, taking both and the two cups into her hand before walking over and setting them in Robb's vision. He said nothing as she poured them both a drink and took a seat across from him.

She sipped from the cup and spoke, "the one thing I keep thinking about is how long did Theon have this planned? How long did he stare at Winterfell and think to himself it would be one day his. Do you think he sat with us in the Grand Hall and pictures slitting our throats so he could take rule. Maybe when we went on those rides late at night during the summers he would think to smash our heads with rocks. I guess we will get to ask if he comes back."

Robb snapped his eyes towards her, "they'll get him, they bring him to me."

"If he slipped through the cracks this long what makes you think he won't just escape once more." Victoria muttered back, she looked at his cup and tilted her hand, "drink."

Robb obeyed and took a long gulp. His eyes looked at her with curiosity, "what are you doing?"

"Dulling the pain," she muttered back. "Yours, mine, ours, for the moment."

"Pain?" Robb muttered with a raised eyebrow.

Victoria averted her eyes and downed the remnants of her drink, closing her eyes and swallowing mouthfuls. Afterwards her eyes remained on her fingers and how tightly they held the cup, digits just reddening from their grip.

"You won't even look at me," Robb spoke and the anger in those few words nearly blinded the Dornish women. For a moment she wanted to spew words back at him, to show him just how angry she was but this was what he wanted. She wasn't going to give the satisfaction of knowing how truly betrayed she felt. "Does it matter if I tell you all she did was listen to me? That she talked to me instead of yelled? All I've wanted is a simple conversation without the antics of war in the way, without it ending in a screaming match."

Victoria looked at him coldly, "I'm not the one that starts them Robb, I don't ever want to argue with you but you need to understand that you are King now, and there is a far larger margin of error for us now."

"That's all you ever want to argue about! We can't ever just talk like we did when we were in Winterfell! You won't even let me touch you without it seeming like you're disgusted!"

"We were children in Winterfell Robb," the women answers back with finality as her nostrils flare and she tries everything in her not to yell at him every truth she was keeping hidden. She suddenly stood however and decided it was better she left before she really spoke regrettable details. Robb could not fathom all the good she'd done for him, all she'd given him and the pain she kept for the two of them. And even if he would not know such things then at the very least he would know her anger. "We cant talk like their isn't a war every time we step outside, like these people aren't expecting us to keep them alive. Do you not think that I would love nothing more then to have a good laugh without feeling guilty for it? I want too do these things but I can't because my fathers ghosts haunts me and the rage of the Lannister's keeps me awake at night!"

She turned away from him without another word and planned to head back towards her bed where she could yell peacefully without the implications of the truth being discovered. And she had all the intention to leave Robb in his own misery but things never quite planned out that way for her.

"You're not leaving!" Robb's chair shuddered loudly and before she could even make it near the folds of the tent his hand wrapped around her forearm and pulled her back, turning her to look at him. "We are not done speaking."

Victoria wanted to be surprised, because the Robb she had always known never would have laid a hand on her but this King, he was an entirely different persona. She wasn't speaking to the boy she had loved in Winterfell, but the King she had to deal with in war.

Her chest hit him aggressively and she knew Sir Trout must have heard their shouting but unless she called for him there was no way he would disturb. She kept her voice loud enough to keep Trout calm.

"Why don't you just go fuck that nurse you want so much and leave me alone."

"Because you'll be my bloody wife soon," he sneered back almost like it made him unhappy.

Victoria narrowed her eyes and forcibly pulled her hand away, shoving at his chest to crest some distance as her arm burned from where he'd released. She went around Robb, hiding her face as she winced from the pain and grabbed the now empty cup she'd left behind, filling it to the brim and gulping down the contents. "So that makes two of us, unhappy and frustrated."

From behind she heard his footsteps come closer until he was crushing her to the tables and his arms were on either side. This time it seemed Robb had released whatever anger had overtaken him as the act was nothing but of need, his nose trailed from her hair all the way to the top of her head and his voice was lower then ever. "Just give me a good enough reason, a damned response to my question."

She knew what he wanted, what all their fights and physical altercations boiled down too and she knew the truth but the truth didn't matter anymore, because Robb wouldn't care. He wanted one answer, and she was going to give it to him because frankly she was as frustrated with their relationship as he was and if this was what it took to at the very least keep them from jumping of the clip then so be it, she would show him.

She used her hip to maneuver enough space to turn, and her eyes met his, "do you want to hear that I'm not attracted to you anymore? That the very thought of you putting your hands on me disgusts me? Is that it? Or were you hoping for something more painful like the idea that I've taken in a lover? No, none of that is true and none of it will be true. Contrary to the ideas in your head I am very much still yours Robb Stark, but if proof is what you seek then by all means."

Her hands went to the ties that held her coat in place, unlacing the thick strap and allowing it to drop and pool at her feet so she was left in only the dress that rarely got to see the light of day as it was too cold. The gown was of simple silver detail decorated with blue details, she pulled at the hems that held it up and tugged them, pulling it back exposing the sheer nightgown that barely covered her breasts. Robb's eyes dropped to her exposed skin and his lips seemed to want to say something but as her hands pull at the last of the straps Robb stopped her.

"What are you doing?" Robb whispered with complete confusion, his hands pressed over the tops of hers to keep from moving.

"You're frustrated, I get it, so am I. We've fought more times then you have on the battlefield, it is time we put it to bed." She answered him with a slow whisper and slipped her hands from under his own.

And she began to pull at his warm cut, pushing it off his shoulders as Robb stayed limp and allowed her the moment. Victoria met his eyes once more and she bit her bottom lip, hoping he would give her some effort, anything really.

"I love you, Robb." She whispered, hoping it would do the trick.

Something must have sparked within him cause his hands lifted to her hips and pressed firmly before lifting her up. Victoria gasped as she locked her legs around his hips and pressed her lips to his with desperation.

She felt her back press against the bed in his room and Robb's fingers picking up the satin lace of her dress. Aggressively she clawed at his back while he ripped off the rest of her clothes and bit into her skin leaving bruises throughout her flesh.

All the meanwhile Robb kept her words in mind, I love you, I love you, I love you.

And he repeated those words all night almost as if he was trying to remind himself that he needed to love Victoria. She was his dream girl, someone who had appeared in his sleep many a time to remind him of what his future was to come but lately, his vision was murky.

So he repeated the words to himself, hoping that eventually he would mean it.

Because he wanted too, he wanted too honor his word and even his fathers.

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I was sooooo excited to write this chapter cause after this I think we all know why might or might not happen.