CHAPTER 37 | THE CONSUMMATION
WARNING: SMUT

"THAT rain will cost us another day!"

Robb and Freya turned at the sound of the Blackfish entering their tent. Robb was currently scrubbing the muck and rain from his wife's hair, due to the storm that was commencing outside. It pattered against the roof of their tent violently, but Freya found it calming. After Robb removed the cloth from her hair, Freya almost reminisced on the times Selene would wash her hair, but she dared not to think so painfully. She helped her husband remove his soaked cloak instead.

"Frey will wait," Edmure said from his spot at the war table. "He knows we're coming."

Freya scoffed. "Gods, don't be too excited there, Lord Edmure."

He didn't find her joke that funny.

Catelyn exhaled doubtfully. "Lord Walder is prickly by nature. If –"

"Prickly? That what you call it?" The Blackfish laughed. "Might be the least pleasant man I've ever met."

"Yes, and that is why –"

"I've seen wet shits I liked better than Walder Frey!" Brynden's eyes flickered to Freya's as he took a sip of his ale. "Apologies, Your Grace. Spent too many years around lancer and pikemen."

Freya smirked. "I've killed enemies and men I admire. I've even seen the corpses of my brothers. I'm not exactly afraid of anything anymore, especially wet shits like Walder Frey."

The Blackfish chuckled loudly, holding his glass upward at her jest. Freya felt Robb pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Catelyn rolled her eyes. "Lord Frey will take this delay as a slight."

"He can take it as he likes." Edmure sneered in a judgmental tone. "He's getting the wedding he wanted."

"He's getting a wedding," Catelyn corrected, glancing to her son and Freya. "It was a King he wanted."

Freya looked to her feet as Edmure sighed. Robb replied from her side, "Edmure is the best match a Frey has had in the history of their house."

"Would've been better if he accepted your second wife proposal," Freya muttered, earning a glare from her husband.

Robb looked back at the rest of the family in their tent. "We should all get some sleep," he ordered, and the group slowly left the tent. Freya noticed Catelyn's wandering eyes, and she knew Robb was waiting for her to leave to speak with his wife of something. Finally, his mother left with a maddening stride.

Freya walked over to the map on their table, and her fingers tried to smooth out the crinkling corners. She struggled with removing the bodice from her torso as she heard Robb step forward behind her. He was then close, and right at the edge of her ear, she heard him say, "Why are you so adamant on me taking on a second wife?"

"Have you so easily forgotten my condition?" She asked, clearly agitated. Freya pulled at the lace of her bodice in an angry manner.

Robb sat on their bed, kicking off his boots. "No, I –"

"Do you know what a woman's place is in our society, Robb?" Freya spat, turning to meet her husband's eyes. "As much as I don't want to follow it, you and I both know that my role now is not it. My only duty in this gods-forsaken world is to give you one fucking heir, and I can't do that. Nothing I do will be able to give you that, do you understand?"

He played with the laces of her shirt in between his fingers, and in that moment, they both heard a pair of footsteps approach the tent. The flap was then opened and Talisa hesitantly entered. "Your Grace –"

"GET OUT!" Freya screamed, pointing her out of the tent. The healer quickly exited, much to Freya's enjoyment.

She turned back to the war board and found her fingers tracing the lines on the map once again. The dim candle barely highlighted half of it. Robb sighed from behind, "You didn't have to react like that."

"I'm angry," Freya snapped, "and when I'm angry, I take it out on others. If you don't like it, then find another wife."

"But that's exactly what you want. Not what I want."

Freya swallowed hard and rolled her eyes. She suddenly felt Robb's hands on her back, and then they roamed to the front of her bodice, unlacing it more so that her chest was incased in. "I want you as my wife, Greyjoy. I want you as my only wife." He whispered softly in her ear, and Freya's eyes viewed up into a vision of nothingness – his voice transporting her into a different place of shivers and winter.

"I think I've always wanted that," he continued, hugging his arms around her torso from the back. "Even when we disliked each other, it was childish. I was jealous that you were better than me at some things. But deep down, I think you were always to be my wife. In some ways, I'm glad we decided to rebel against your father, because then I would never have come to terms with my feelings."

Freya clutched her hands on his arms, resting her head on them.

"I remember watching you talk to Jaime Lannister when the King visited Winterfell," Robb said, his teeth gritting at the memory. "I was so angry at you. I didn't know why, but I knew there was something there. I hated that you were talking to him, and I hated that he was smiling at you. But most of all, I hated the way he left you in the Great Hall, like you were nothing. Even when we were on the outs, I knew who you were. You were a Greyjoy; a strong woman who could easily cast down Jaime Lannister with his good hand. You were the kraken that sucked the lion between it's teeth. I tried to deny my jealousy right then and there, but I knew all along my anger was because no one deserved you like I did."

He paused, and she sighed after a moment. "That was very touching," she replied, "but I still believe offering a second wife was our only option, and we both ruined it."

"FUCK A SECOND WIFE!" Robb's voice came out hoarse and loud, causing Freya to meet his wide eyes. "Fuck Walder Frey. Fuck an heir. Fuck this war. I want you – on the battlefield and with me every night."

Freya tried to give him a serious look, but a grin ended up spreading on her face. "That's a lot of things to fuck, Your Grace."

Robb laughed along with her, his hands beginning to caress her body once again, from her neck down to her exposed breasts. His mouth was at her ear then, and she felt his uneven breaths so sharply that she had to exhale. "It is a lot," he agreed, smirking, "and yet we have not consummated our marriage."

"What's the point anyways?" She muttered, looking off to the side. Her eyes connected with the flame of a burning candle. "It won't give us what we want."

And then, for the first time since their war started, Robb stared in her eyes and said, "Who cares?"

Freya's brow lifted, and Robb soon connected his lips with her own. He pressed down on her mouth hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth with such a force that it made her insides twist. Freya's hands dug in his curls, twirling every piece in her fingers. Their breaths were heavy; their hunger was strong. Maybe this was something Freya had secretly wanted all along, but had deprived herself of it because she was barren.

With both of their efforts, they tugged his shirt from his body, as well as his trousers. Their bodies fell on the bed, and as Freya shrugged off her bodice, she laughed. She watched Robb pull off her boots in a hurry, almost as if this was the only thing he had wanted since their marriage. Truthfully, she couldn't deny that she felt the same.

The moment he pulled off her pants, his mouth instantly went to her maidenhead. Freya gasped for dear life, putting her hand on top of his head immediately. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her mind was absolutely fucked. She found herself whispering out loud, "What the fuck?"

Robb chuckled before climbing on top of her again. Freya felt the area in between her thighs become slick, and she quickly tugged Robb upward to meet her vision. "Gods," Freya exclaimed, "where the fuck did that come from?"

"Do you think I've never been with a girl before?" He laughed softly.

Freya shrugged, causing him to continue his jest. "I thought you were saving yourself for someone you loved."

"I was," Robb replied, climbing closer to her. "Doesn't mean I've never seen what's under a maiden's skirt."

She was going to chuckle at his joke, but almost instantaneously, his member thrust inside her. Freya found that it hurt, and she couldn't stop herself from biting down on her tongue hard. But as their rhythm continued, it began to feel ... different. Her fingers tugged on his hair before slowly moving to his back, where scars would form later due to her nails digging there. Robb kissed her with more passion than ever before, and Freya felt her heart beat fast in her chest.

Freya's insides were caving in. It felt like a million spears were piercing her stomach, but in a good way. Maybe it was her nerves; maybe it wasn't. But it was a feeling that made Freya hiss out in pleasure. They both climaxed into each other, and Robb's seed slowly filled her, though they both knew it wouldn't do anything anyways. They both released a breath of relief, and as Robb slid his member from the inside of his wife's legs, he fell on top of her.

Freya opened her eyes, the heaviness of Robb's body on her bareness somewhat calming. She felt his heart beat near her own chest. Her fingers lingered to his head, where she twirled around his brown ringlets. She stared at the tent's ceiling, sighing as snores emerged from Robb's mouth.

Oh, how had her life come to this moment?

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