They brought her before the throne bound in chains. Her brother stood before her cloaked in gold and crimson.

'' To the Princess Myrcella and Lord Robb.'' Her father raises his glass in a toast and the hall mimics him. Men pat Robb on the back and the ladies whisper how lucky she is to have such a handsome husband. Myrcella feels the flush rise in her cheeks as she finds Robb's eyes.

He is smiling.

Relief washes over her. Perhaps there can be happiness in their marriage.

A sheep playing a lion she thinks.

It makes her chuckle, and makes her brothers face fall.

Their marriage ceremony is a hurried one. Myrcella feels a knot in her stomach as she says her vows quietly beneath the heart tree.

When she pictured her wedding day it always had been beneath the roof of a sept and she was always happy and golden. Now she is cold and the red leaves scatter in the wind.

The only one to witness their vows are Maester Luwin and Greywind.

It is enough for her.

Her brother pulls his sword from his sheath and comes to point it at her swelling stomach.

Robb's eyes are rimmed red and his face is pale.

'' They say my father is dead from a sickness.'' He stumbles into her arms, this boy she barley knows, but has come to care for.

Who she has come to desire, '' I am sorry.'' Robb crushes his mouth to hers and pulls her to him until no space is left between their bodies and she can't breathe.

She feels as if something is being unwound within her, some part of her that has been hiding in the shadows until this moment

'' They say Robb Stark is gathering an army, '' he sneers and moves the sword up her dress till it sits below her chin, '' imagine that; an army for a treacherous whore and a bastard babe.''

She knows that she can love him; may already love him, but she has not had enough experience with love to know these things.

She does not tremble. '' The North shall always remember those who they consider family.''

She feels his arm wrap around her to touch the growing swell of her stomach.

'' War is coming.'' He whispers into her neck and she can't help the tears that slip down her cheeks. '' I am sending you to Greywater watch, you'll be safe there.'' She moves her hand down to intertwine their fingers together, praying to the old gods and the new that Robb will see this child grow.

'' So you're a savage now.'' She looks at her mother who does not meet her gaze.

The furs are soft on her naked skin as he lays her down. He laughs as he picks leafs from her hair.

'' My wilding wife.''

Then she turns her gaze to Sansa who stands with her ladies who give her a sympathetic look before turning back to her brother.

Her horse rears as gold and crimson surround her.

Grey and white are scattered on the ground, blood now smearing them.

She leaps off her horse and runs in the opposite direction even if she knows that it is futile.

'' Myrcella.'' Hands grab at her waist but she turns and cuts her pursier with the knife she has hidden in her cloak. Her uncle Jamie stands before her his cheek now bloodied.

'' Please Just let me go.'' She begs, hands on her protruding stomach.

When the rumors had finally made their way northward she had expected him to pull away from her with disgust, instead he stood by her and called her his queen, even giving a circlet of iron to adorn her head.

'' I am not a Baratheon.''She tells him

He cups her cheeks with his hands, '' I know. You are a Stark now.''

'' No I am a wolf.''