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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Vitoria had been all but asleep when he came. She had given up on waiting for him after an hour sitting by the fire, but she knew it was him just by the smell and the way his feet hit the ground. She had dismissed Rena and Lexa earlier and was glad to have done so. She did not want an audience if she and Robb were going to scream and yell at each other. It was enough that Allard and Andrei were going to hear them as they were guarding her door that night.
She had not been expecting him, not when things between them had soured so badly in the past months and he spent more time in the whorehouse than with her. She had also not been expecting him to climb into her bed and wrap her in his arms. That was quite possibly, one of the last things she had expected, so she tensed without thinking and she knew he felt it.
"I am so very sorry, Vi," he finally spoke and she thought he sounded to be on the verge of tears, "I have not been the husband I should have been. I have not been the man that I promised to be, I see that now."
Vitoria did not know how to answer to that, but she knew just by the tone of his voice that he was serious and as she looked at him she felt tears well up in her own eyes, but she did not let them fall. She had to be strong now, she could not forgive him so easily, not after all he had put her through. These past few months had been hell for her. She would not dishonor herself by forgiving him so easily.
"We were happy," her voice shook slightly, "I loved you and I love you still, but your love is fleeting. You knew I loved you and you threw it back at me, parading your whores and your visits to the brothel. I won't stand for it, Robb. I won't stand for it any longer."
"I know, Vi, I know please forgive me. I know that I did not treat you as you deserved, but I want to make things right," he was pleading with her now, begging her to take him back into her heart. Robb didn't care how weak he looked or sounded, he wanted them to be happy again, to be the way they were. The way they were always meant to be.
"So you are finished with this then?" Vitoria asked coldly. "No more? No more heartbreak, no more harlots, no more visits to the whorehouse when we argue?"
"Yes," Robb said immediately and he meant it, "there is only you, now and forever, I promise you I will honor our vows until the day the gods see it fit to tear us apart."
"Do you know what my father said before I left Dorne?" she laughed drily, not even looking at him before answering herself. "He said that my siblings were all steel. They are strong and well liked and they can be easily molded. But he said I wasn't simply steel. Valyrian steel, he called me. Strong and light, more coveted than normal steel and unable to be changed. It was one of the few times I felt as if he were proud of me. But you proved him wrong, didn't you? You hurt me, Robb and I can't go through that again."
Robb pressed a kiss to her forehead as his finger grazed the curve of her cheek. "I will be better. I will be the husband you deserve, Vi. I swear it. On the Old Gods and the New."
