Sansa was awoken by Shae at dawn.

"My Lady, you are to speak with Your Grace this morning."

"Yes, thank you for waking me," Sansa rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. "I suppose my new guards will be outside my tent,"

Shae nodded and laid out Sansa breakfast. Sansa climbed out of her bed and stumbled to her breakfast.

As she ate Sansa said,"The tight green dress, the one with the corset. I want to impress my new guards,"

Sansa finished her breakfast and was helped into the dress and laced up.

"I will never understand why woman murder themselves with these inhuman ways to be to be skinny, you are already a stick,"

Sansa rolled her eyes and sucked in. "It make my breasts look better, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but you're still in pain," Shae stated, her eyes playful.

"You don't wear these where you are from?" Sansa asked surprised.

"We have a worse form of torture, have you ever worn a tokar?" Shae asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thought of it.

"No, what is that?" Sansa asked curious.

"A wealthy person's form of childbirth," Shae stated plainly.

"Hhmmm, I will have to try that," Sansa said.

Shae rolled her eyes and cleaned Sansa's plate,"You must be going to Your Grace's tent,"

Sansa groaned and stood,"I suppose,"

She straightened her dress and opened her tent flaps. She peered out of the tent cautiously searching for a certain Greyjoy. The camp was alrighty full of men and woman awake and working, but with no Greyjoy in sight.

'He is not up, probably drunk and heaving in a bucket,' Sansa thought to herself, stepping out of her tent.

"My Lady!" A voice called out from behind her.

Sansa groaned and turned,"Look Theon you better take a hint before I take that sword and-"

The man that stood before her was not Theon but a scratchy faced man.

"Ser Waldon, at you service." He said bowing.

Sansa blushed,"Ser Waldon I must apologize for my first impression, please stand."

The old knight stood and cleared his throat,"I am here on order from King Rob, to serve as your personal guard," he shifted awkwardly.

Sansa stiffened,"Oh," she turned and started her walk to her brother's tent. "Well, I must warn you are in no way in use of me. My brother is as mad as a Targaryen and is wasting your most likely fine skills, protecting a woman flowered and wedded who can take care of her self,"

Just as Sansa finished her statement she slipped on a track of mud. As she fell a strong hand reached out and steadied her. Sansa face was a red as apple when she turned to face Ser Waldon, who in return raised his eyebrows and offered her an amused look.

"Well, we ought to be heading to my brother's tent. Shall we?" Sansa said embarrassed.

"Yes, I suppose we should," Ser Waldon replied.

Sansa and Ser Waldon completed their walk to her brother's tent in silence.

When they reached Robb's tent, Sansa hesitated outside the tent. Wondering if she should command Ser Waldon to say outside or have him follow her inside to wait. Sansa stopped and opened her mouth to say something but Ser Waldon cut her off.

"I shall wait for you outside, my lady."

Sansa nodded relieved and walked into her brother's tent alone. Inside Robb was breaking his fast alone. When she entered he stood to welcome her, beckoning her to sit. He poured her wine silently, and drank deeply. His eyes were clouded and narrow, with his brow creased with worry.

"Robb, is there something bothering you?" she asked her brother.

"Hmm? No, not at all, just a small detail," he answered her.

"Please Tell me," Sansa replied.

"It is a- It is a problem not fit for a girl like yourself," Robb said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Gods how many times must I remind others, I am not girl. But a woman flowered, bedded, and wedded. Now tell me your problem."

"It is a problem, that involves Jeyne and the bed." Robb said at last, his face turning red.

"Oh," Sansa was regretting she had asked. "Well, Robb. Is it a child birthing problem?"

"Yes, I don't understand. Father was able to make a son, with our mother on their wedding night, while Jeyne and I have been married for a while now, and no son."

"Umm, well Robb. I- I believe that Jeyne is fertile. She is only two and three. I suppose that you might wish to um- um talk to Theon about this."

Robb's face was flaming red and when he opened his mouth to speak, no sound came. And when he found his voice, it was small and quiet.

"Yes, I suppose you are right."

Sansa nodded and spoke,"Well, I am here on the matter of Joffery."

Robb nodded his head vigorously,"Yes, we have agreed to discuss about your husband."

"Where is he?"

"In the- in the dungeons of the castle."

"His castle? The castle he was recently once king of?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" Robb's voice was sharp.

"No, I just wished to see him sooner," Sansa explained slowly and carefully.

"Well you will just have to wait, we will soon ride for the castle." Robb said.

"Fine, when is soon?" Sansa asked impatiently.

"In a week," Robb sighed.

"Good." Sansa replied curtly. "There is another issue I wish to discuss with you,"

"What is it?" The tone in Robb's suggested that he did not want to hear at all.

"Why is it that you sent me one guard and that he is very. . . Old?"

"I sent you two other guards. They were not there?" Robb asked curiously.

"No, who else did you send as my guard?" Sansa asked.

"Two other northern men. Ser Winston and Theon Greyjoy."

"No. I will take Ser Winston but not Theon." Sansa answered her brother firmly.

"Theon asked personally to serve as your guard. I couldn't refuse him."

"You are king! Of course you have refused him!" Sansa answered angrily at her brother.

"It was about keeping the peace," Robb replied calmly.

"Peace between who?" Sansa asked.

"The Greyjoys. Theon's father is the ruler of the seas. If I am to keep peace with him, I must keep peace with Theon."

"Father would never allow such behavior when he was lord," Sansa answered boldly.

Robb stood his eyes flashing with anger,"Father was never king, was he?"

Sansa stood to match her brother angry.

"If-"

Sansa was cut off when the flaps to the tent opened. And in walked their lady mother.

"Why are you two raising your voices?"

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