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jeynewesterlings:

megandrapers: robb/jeyne, he makes it back from the red wedding

her husband did not return to her unscathed. No. In fact, she traced the jagged, angry line down his middle and knew that it ran even deeper than that. His heart was nothing but scar tissue now, nothing but barely functioning limbs, nothing but eyes that had watched the Freys slit his mother’s throat and had known what it was, at last, to be weak and immobile and impoverished.

Howland Reed was their only hope now, and it was such a fleeting, bleak thing that neither of them dare speak of it.

Robb Stark’s eyes fluttered, and he caught her wrist, fingers grinding her delicate bones down into each other. She didn’t dare let out her gasp of pain. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she was afraid. Not far away, Grey Wind stalked, nearly feral, and at last she understood what the northernmen had meant when they had said the Starks at the wolves.

“The north remembers,” he told her, and dragged her over him.

Jeyne panted a hot breath out against his collarbone. “But a woman never  forgets.”