A Dance of Summer and Winter ~ Robb Stark ~

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A Stark and Lanniser; such a dangerous melody to dance to, but they did nonetheless.

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Robb peered at her, his expression weary, yet a sparkle of newfound determination glistened in his eyes. He touched her hand again, holding it tightly - a trace of peace for a fleeting moment before his journey into the seven hells.

"I meant what I said earlier. I'll litter the south with Lannister dead."

"I'll be sure to run."

A forced chuckle escaped his lips, almost glad to hear Annalise jest about it because he was serious as the oncoming winter. "Run far away and hide because I won't leave even one Lannister alive."

Her gaze hardened to steel. "Then I'll make it one step easier for you - my dear wolf - kill me right where I stand."

He froze, realizing the implications of those words. No... he couldn't believe his remarks, never mind hers. He stared, gripping Annalise's hands harder, teetering over the point of no return from madness. The air was heavy between them; his sword might be incapable of cutting through it.

"Don't talk like that. I would never!"

"You said it - it's your words!"

Robb let go of her hands and grabbed her shoulders. Her words made him snap. Where did things go so wrong?

"You know I don't want this; I never wanted any of this to happen. All I wanted was..." His voice cracked, the pain and weariness of the war overwhelming the Young Wolf as he searched her eyes desperately, trying to find any sign that she yearned for him as much as he did her for all those years - his sweet lioness.

"You."

Rated M for violence, language, sex, and other mature themes. Trigger warnings: it's Game of Thrones what do you expect?