The Price for the Crossing

ROBB III

She has been crying. How long? Robb felt a considerably large amount of guilt over the fact that the young girl walking through aisle to him was crying. He held no love for her, but him possibly being the reason she was in tears and shaking while gripping her father's arm, made him feel like the worst man alive.
This should've been Jeyne, he thought to himself. He could already see it now; her brown locks bouncing as she made her way to him, her toothy smile showing, the brown in her eyes looking more beautiful than anything Robb could ever begin to imagine.
  His days with Jeyne were over with now, though. He had promised his mother that the moment he took his Frey wife, Jeyne would be no more.
  Lady Maya Frey was to be his future. Jeyne Westerling was to be his past.
  When Lady Maya finally reached him, Robb held his hand out for her to hold. Her hands were cold and clammy compared to his own. They were softer than his, but rougher and more calloused than Jeyne's had ever been.
  "Look upon each other and say the words."
A Southern wedding. Never thought to attend one of these, let alone be in one. Robb thought to himself. It was a bit funny, in his opinion.
  He didn't kiss his new wife, perhaps he should have. Maybe he wouldn't be receiving a glare from his mother if he had.
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The wedding feast was loud and chaotic. Robb's bannermen were as drunk as ever, and he feared what would happen when they got their hands on his new bride. Occasionally, Robb would look to her to see if she was any bit happier than what she had been at the ceremony. Of course, she isn't. You aren't either. She's just not as good at hiding it.
   "My Queen, would you like to dance?" Robb asked. Maybe she wouldn't look so miserable if they were in a crowd of people as opposed to being secluded to themselves.
  "I'm not much for dancing, Your Grace, but if you wish it, I shall try." I wish for you to stop looking so grim.
  Robb took her hand in his and lead them towards the center the floor. He moved his hand to her hips. She stood awkwardly for a moment, but then hesitantly moved her hands to his shoulders.
She really is a terrible dancer, Robb decided after his wife had stumbled three times during a span of two songs. Her clumsiness was endearing, though. He found her much easier to be around whilst dancing.
  They didn't speak much. The only time she spoke first was to apologize each time she stumbled over her own feet and wound up pressed against him.
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Robb hadn't known the exact moments his wife had been hoisted on Greatjon's shoulders, but there she was. The bedding ceremony had begun, and while Robb wasn't thrilled, his wife seemed to be even more displeased than he was.
  The poor girl had been tossed from man to man, each one tugging at the laces of her dress. Robb stopped paying attention to what was going on around him, and instead focused on the new Queen that was in tears yet again.
   When he finally reached the chambers and had been shoved in, he couldn't help but laugh at the crude comments that the ladies were speaking. Only when he stopped laughing and looked to the corner of the room did he see Maya.
  Her dress had been torn off. Her shift wasn't in much better condition, though she still held it up to cover her body the best way possible.
Robb's heart ached as he walked towards her, forgetting that he was even less dressed than she was. Maya sobbed and held herself, rocking back and forth. Robb couldn't stop himself from pulling her arms away from her body, revealing the crescent shaped marks she had left on her pale skin.
"My Queen, I apologize for how you may have been treated. My men sometimes forget themselves. I assure you that it will be handled first thing tomorrow." Robb spoke slowly. His wife finally lifted her head to look at him. "I would also like to say that we do not have to consummate our marriage tonight, unless you wish it." She sniffled and let out a chuckle,"I don't." Robb shook his head and laughed alongside her.
"So what are we going to do when they check the sheets tomorrow morning?" Maya asked with fear in her eyes. "We will tell them that as King and Queen, we have decided to wait until a better time, a time when we know each other."
Maya nodded her head and began to stand up, Robb mimicked her movements.
"Today's been a rather long day. If it's alright with you, I think I'm going to try to get some sleep." Maya spoke while holding her shift up the best way she could. Robb pitied her. She had been thrown in the chamber with her clothing forcibly ripped off of her, left alone to cry, and then had thought she would be forced to lay with him tonight.
Robb followed her to the bed, making sure to stay as far away from her as possible. He had never been in bed with another woman but Jeyne. So while he may be forced to sleep in the same bed as Maya, he would not allow himself to hold her, not while it was Jeyne he still longed for.