Vitoria Martell had one goal in her life: gain revenge for the murder of her aunt and cousins.
𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚗. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔. Those were the names on her list (in no particular order) and that's why she sees the com...
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Robb pulled away from Vitoria, bending down to kiss her lips before leaving the bed, "We should go make sure Bran is okay."
She nodded. The poor boy had woken up after Catelyn left and been desolate when he learned he would not walk again. He wished for his death. She understood why he felt that way, but still it broke her heart to hear him say so. "I'll go. I'll get Rickon and the girls on the way, maybe they can cheer him up."
The door to their room sounded as someone knocked.
"Come in."
Rena came inside, a small platter with herbs and parchment in her hands with a sheepish smile on her face.
Robb watched in amusement as Vitoria's shoulders slumped, her mouth twisting into a grimace. "Leave it on the table, Rena, thank you. I'll be right out so you can help Vitoria dress."
"M'lord," Rena curtsied before leaving, not seeing Vitoria's frown.
Robb turned back to his wife, seeing the annoyed expression on her face due to the platter. At least now she would not need to drink moon tea, if the herbs she had requested from her cousins had finally arrived. He had not wanted her to drink the tea, the North took kinslaying as one of the greatest sins and crimes, yet moon tea had no clear definition. If there was no babe, it truly wasn't killing anyone, but still it was removing his seed from her womb to stop it from taking root and forming a child. In his eyes, the herbs were a much better alternative when they supposedly worked by stopping his seed from taking root instead of flushing it out.
He knew it was something necessary if they were going to continue being intimate before the maesters gave them the go-ahead to have another child. He had seen her after birthing Artos and considering how weak she'd been, he wasn't surprised she needed more time to recover than with the twins or Torrhen. But he also knew it frustrated her that after more than a year since birthing Artos, she still had not recovered enough to even risk a pregnancy. "Just a few more months."
"Hopefully," she shook her head as she rose from the bed.
Robb went to speak before the door opened, Vitoria scrambling to cover her naked body with their bed sheets. It was Theon that stood there, breathless. "Robb! The Imp is here!"
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Tyrion Lannister seemed to be standing trial in front of Bran when Vitoria arrived at the hall, slipping inside and staying by the door, wanting to see how this all would develop. She'd hastily dressed and even as she entered, she was still one-handedly plaiting her hair in a simple style she'd learned in Norvos while her other hand struggled to twist the sash at her waist.
The Imp was looking up at Bran, who was in Hodor's arms. "Would your companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt."
Bran nodded, turning his head towards the taller man. "Kneel, Hodor."
