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[002 🐚 Action]

Who: Jeyne and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Blue Fish, S.S. Iskaulit, Anywhere
When: Jan 6th

Iskaulit

[Since hearing of it from Beverly, Jeyne visited the gardens at least twice in a week. With her lessons in medicine increasing, it seemed a wise idea to test the various plants and determine what sort of use they might have. With small samples, she is able to experiment and test, all mainly with herself (as she wouldn't want to subject anyone else to this.) Some plants are recognizable or close to what she knew in her world. For the rest? It's a guessing game.

Her latest project is a sweet smelling salve. When not attempting to mix it with other plants, she rubs it gently on her wrists, smelling the aroma with a small smile.]

Blue Fish

[From one type of experimenting to another. With very few patients to treat, Jeyne has begun to occupy herself with different skills, determined to learn them and no longer be a wastrel. She practices her cooking when able, sometimes not burning the meal and slowly making something that looks nearly appetizing. She continues her lessons with Beverly in medicine, dutifully taking notes. When not with Beverly, she reads over all the information she compiled, committing it to memory and practicing in her head. There are times when she wanders to the cargo deck, toying with her bow (sans arrows), muttering to herself as she works at her aiming.

It's a bit difficult without a target or arrows, but she doesn't intend to injure anyone...even if it would help improve her medical training.]

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[Robb drags his hands over his face and sighs deeply as he listens to her words. They were each other's downfall, even he would always think that his role in all of it was way bigger than hers.]

You made me so happy. Then and now. You have always made me so happy. I cannot believe you find yourself unworthy, you brought me so much happiness. So much warmth.

[His words were a whisper. Soft and barely audible.]

I need you. I need you because otherwise I...I might end up as a mad man. [At times he fears that. That the guilt will dictate his life. That he would lose focus.] Don't turn away from me like you did. Because of something utterly...stupid.

[When she offers him her hand he steps forward and takes hold of it. Their hands fit well together. His a little bigger than hers but her fingers longer than his.]

[How could she ever worry that he might want another? He was a Stark, bearing an honor befitting of his household, but also rare and beautiful in a world of madness. She loved that about him, along with so much else. To doubt him would be to doubt the love between them. She couldn't do that, not now and not ever.

He was all she wanted.]

I love you so deeply. My heart is your and only yours. Nothing will separate it from you, not death, not the gods, nothing. I am yours alone.

[Hang the Lannisters and anyone else who said otherwise.]

I'm sorry. [For so much more than her family. For turning away from him and letting her jealousy take control. It was stupid and she made them both suffer needlessly.] Stay with me. Please don't go.

[She tugged him gently, drawing him closer to the bed.]

I can't bear to be away from you. I'm so sorry.

[Robb can be extremely stubborn towards others and ridiculously strict for himself. But when Jeyne speaks like that, her voice soft and full of love and regret.]

Do not tell me what I already know. I do not doubt your love. Your heart. I have never doubted you.

[He doubted himself with every step he took. But he never had any doubt about her, her feelings, her words, her love. And, of course, guilt still haunted him. It still held him down and made nights long and a bit of an ordeal. But things were bearable with her at his side. Better. Brighter.]

You are forgiven, sweetling. We have spent too many words about this.

[Finally he moves to sit on her bed so he can take his boots off. After that he turns to her and pulls her close to him.]

[She curled into his arms, trembling as the tears finally stopped. The overwhelming emotions he brought on her were like a stormy sea. All she could do was ride the waves and trust that she would make it to shore.

Moments like these were why she suffered through her guilt. Just to be in his arms, she would bear so much more.]

No more words, no more nights alone.

[She just wanted him. Guiding him, she raised her face up towards him, inviting him to kiss her once again.]

[It is a relief to hold her again. He can feel the tension flowing out of his body and the worries settle down inside his head. They have no place here. It is still a mystery how she is able to do that to him. To make him feel at ease in a world on fire.]

And no tears anymore either.

[Apparently they both found themselves unworthy of their love and Robb hopes that she will let it go fast. It is his legacy that collapsed and he took everything and everyone with it. The ones who stayed safe were those who turned their cloaks.]

All is well between us. And if anything occurs, just speak of it.

[Not that he is someone who tends to speak easily. He moves to kiss her briefly, a soft touch of his lips against her. After that he pulls back so he can get comfortable underneath the sheets.]

Come.

[She didn't need to use the upgrade in her augment with Robb, he seemed naturally lulled by the feel of her arms and the gentleness of her presence.]

No more tears.

[She couldn't speak of it all, though she wanted to. There were some things that were too horrific to speak of. What was more, she feared his response if he learned all that her mother did. He would turn away from her, he would hate her. She was more his downfall than he knew and she couldn't bear that guilt.]

I will try. [She couldn't swear she would, but she would offer that much.

She rested her head against his chest as they held each other beneath the sheets. His warmth filling her once more.]

Did you sleep at all these past few nights?

[Robb closes his eyes because he can feel a headache coming up. He still finds himself wondering is living here is so much better, if it will be better in the long run. And if he will ever overcome the guilt that is holding him down.

He gets comfortable when Jeyne moves to lie on top of him, her head resting on her chest.]

I am not known for having a good sleep at night. [He is mostly awake and when he sleeps it is all nightmares.] I think you have slept better, not? More space in your bed.

[She feels warm against him and everything feels extremely soothing. Finally he gets the idea to turn his head so he can kiss her properly, claiming her lips the way only a lover can.]

[He felt warm against her, the touch of him soothing her in ways she couldn't describe. He chased away the chill that had seemed to infect her very being. She had only punished herself by pushing him away.

Her fingers ran over him, gently caressing his form.]

You seem to sleep better when we are together. [If he had nightmares, she never heard them.] No. That is why I haven't slept very well. I wake during the night and you aren't here. I need you.

[She succumbed to his kiss, sighing against his lips. Gently, she fingers ran over his cheek, basking in the feel of him.]

You have the truth of that. [He has wrapped an arm around her and holds her close.] You always know how to calm my mind. [And keep nightmares at bay. And make everything look so much more sane.] Then you should not turn away from me like that. [Robb needs to get that off his chest. It had been something he did not expect. Certainly not now their relationship is growing so much. Now he overcame his death and came to live her with her by his side.] I need you as well, you know of that.

[Kissing her stops that train of thoughts and he hums softly when he feels her fingers sliding over his cheek. She is so warm, so close and her lips are so sweet.

The only reason he finally breaks the kiss is to get some air.]

What if I... [He murmurs the words softly.] ...we... What if we try to get a child here?

I know I shouldn't, but I wanted to think and sort everything in my head. [It's a poor excuse and she knows it. She didn't want to think about her reasoning, she wanted to be with her husband and forget the hurts of the past.] I do know that. We are one and the same, unable to be without the other. You are the other part of me.

[The kiss consumes her, filling her once more with hope and happiness. The passion between them never seemed to lessen, only increase as time went by.

The sudden questions pulls her sharply from the beauty of his kiss and back into a matter that had caused them both so much anxiety. Yet she couldn't deny it was something that had been on her mind as well.

She had asked Beverly about testing her and making certain that she could bear children, but hadn't yet undergone the procedure. There was too much fear in her heart, apprehensive about what the results might reveal about her mother or about her.

But that wasn't the largest issue, it was whether or not they could even create life in this world.]

Do you think it's possible? What about the Atroma? Would they let us?

[It is not that much of a poor excuse. He would do the same thing, at least it was either that or the other. He lashes out verbally and let his anger do the talking, or he would become distant and overly formal. Even though life has changed so much he still has difficulty to face his own feelings and understand them properly.]

I do not want us to fight, Jeyne. This is our last chance to make something of everything. It would be folly to be wary of one another. A waste of time. [He sighs.] But you had the right to be angry about what I have done.

[His hand find hers and he nods at her words.]

Of course, there will be a risk. This is not a normal situation to be in. But I... [He rubs his eyes with his free hand.] ...I truly want to look... Gods, it is selfish...but every time someone asks me what I truly want the only thing I can think of is holding our child.

[A pause.]

Our son.

[She had seen him angry before, seething with rage. The only time that she had seen him truly willing to kill a man had been when Black Walder had threatened to kill her. It was only through her own tears and intercession that Robb spared the man.

What a mistake that had been on her part.]

Nor do I. [He was all she had left. There was no home to return to and no family either. She surrendered all of it to be with him once more.] The gods gave us a second chance. [The gods or the Atroma.] You were lonely and miserable. I shouldn't have been jealous. If anything were to happen to me or I was sent home...I would want you to find happiness and love again.

[She kisses his fingers, holding tightly to him, as though it were enough to keep her rooted in this place.]

Robb...I-

[She was afraid, gods help her. He worried of being selfish and she feared disappointing him.]

I thought that you believed me to be barren? I want to see our son as well. I would like to bring him into this world and to give you the family we were denied.

[When Robb felt lonely he focused on his war. When Robb was angry he stared at his maps, trying to find some path that hadn't been discovered yet. He had nothing here. Here it stayed in his head and it made him confront his feelings instead of pushing them away.]

The gods have nothing to do with it. [He stares at the ceiling when he speaks, enjoying the safe warmth of Jeyne's body against his.] I do not want to think about that. You leaving.

[Robb frowns when she mentions that.]

I do believe you are barren. [He doesn't like saying it.] We have tried so many times. But I think it can be cured. These modern treatments can.

[It hurt to think that he believed the matter to be her fault rather than suspecting that there might be some other reason. She couldn't blame him though. How could he foresee what her mother was capable of. Might be capable of. She couldn't accept that her body was the true traitor.]

I don't believe I am. [She placed her hands on his cheek, pressing her brow to his.] I can't explain it, but I truly believe that I am capable of bearing a child.

Please trust me.

[It weren’t pretty words. To admit to his lady wife that he believes she is unable to get with child. They have shared one another’s bed so many times. When they were together he took her. He hoped for a heir, every time again. But it never came. The only thing that did came was her moon blood.]

Every woman can bear a child. But to make a man’s seed quicken...is another thing. [Not that Robb Stark knows about the inside workings of women. They had teats, a cunt, a slender form and inside their belly was a place for babies.]

Trusting you has never been a problem, sweetling. [He moves a hand through her hair.]

[She had trusted the wrong person, believing her mother's posetts were to help her conceive. But there had never been any good to come out of the magic of Maggy the Frog's bloodline.]

It isn't that, Robb. I...[she took a small breath] I think something was done to prevent us from bearing a child. Intentionally done.

[She buried herself in his arms.]

I would never hurt you, Robb. I love you truly and deeply. Remember that always.

[His eyes narrow at her words and he stirs underneath her.

It would not surprise him, really. Everyone betrayed him in every way and apparently he has to die first to realize all that. He has been a blind fool.]

Hmn... And how would that have been? [All he knew was of her mother’s herbal potions to prevent fertility. And...ah. Of course. He never had the idea that the lady Spicer liked him a lot. And there was the fact that house Westerling is allied with the Lannisters. For ages and ages.

He had been a fool to think that a marriage, kindness and the promise of a kingdom would undo all that. Just like offering his uncle to marry Roslin would do as well.] ...your lady mother, I take? [He does not want to make it sound like an accusation but it does leave his mouth like that.

It hurts and Robb does not like to be hurt.]

[He comes upon the answer before she can even speak the words, sparing her from further facing her suspicions. It hurts to consider and her mind freezes in terror that he might blame her or hate her for the sins of her mother.]

I don't know for certain. [There was no proof, only the realization that if her mother could sacrifice her daughter's happiness in the way she had, she was just as capable of drugging her. Raynald died because of her plotting, yet all she could crow over was the coming marriages for her children.

She was a woman willing to do anything, it seemed]

Robb, I- [There is so much more to tell him, but she cannot. She is a coward and instead holds him tighter against her.] She didn't care for anyone, I think. Not even her children.

There is a way to learn the truth.

[Robb gazes at Jeyne when she speaks. She is not certain. Yet, it was her mother that gave her potions to ‘heighten fertility’. It could easily be moon tea, gods, what do they know of herbs and potions?]

What I have heard...the Westerlings have crawled back to the Lannisters right after my death. The last thing they could use is their daughter carrying my heir. [He moves to cover his face and rub his eyes.] If you would have been pregnant they’d...make sure the babe would not stand a chance.

[There is an enormous strain in his voice when he speaks.]

But it would mean...you might not be barren after all. [That was the only good thing he got out of this.] I wish I haven’t been such a fool.

[She knew herbs and tonics, but not as well as her mother. She had been Jeyne's teacher, the one to introduce her to the world that had belonged to her great grandmother. Yet she seemed to withhold some teachings, otherwise Jeyne would have recognized what she was truly drinking.]

Robb, whatever my mother had done or planned, it wasn't something that I knew of or would even consider. [A part of her wondered if her mother had urged her to tend to Robb, hoping they would couple. Had her mother become so despicable that she would whore her daughter?

She shook her head. Even if that was her intention, her mother could not control who Jeyne fell in love with or what she wanted. She had wanted Robb and married him willingly.] Raynald and I, you had our loyalty.

[She scoffed, touching her belly lightly.]

You are not a fool, Robb. I am. I trusted her. I saw how much she wanted power when I was a child, but I didn't suspect her of doing something like this. She didn't care about my happiness or heart, she only cared for power. She is a kinslayer, in thought and deed.

I do not blame you for this. [For a moment his voice is sharp.] It is not your fault. Nothing is your fault, Jeyne. [It was his own fault. He doesn't say it to her, he has said it far too many times.] All you did was being a good wife to me, and you were...you are.

[He sighs and shifts a little, holding her closer this time.]

Here she cannot give you potions. [He has to force the words out of his mouth, hoping he'd believe them one day. That he would not dwell on this, that he would not blame himself for ruining his own future and that of others.] And I miss your brother every day. He was a good man.

[Robbs swallows thickly.]

Mayhaps I have underestimated Tywin Lannister greatly. And the loyalty of your house to him. I underestimated a lot of matters and people, Jeyne. [While he speaks his hold tightens on her and he basks in her warmth for a moment.] Gods, I am so tired.

[He can't know how much those words mean to her. Since his death, she had carried his death on her shoulders, certain that she was culpable. The source of his pain and downfall. She had been terrified of seeing him in this world, worried that once he learned the truth, he would break with her and believe her to be no better than her mother. She had begged Tyrion to keep the truth and carried it like a dark secret.

Now that he knew...he didn't turn away from her. He loved her still. Just the simple relief was enough to make her shiver as tears poured over her cheeks.]

You weren't the only one deceived. All the harsher still the source of where it had come from. [She pressed her face against his shoulder, drying her tears against his warmth.] It wasn't for loyalty she did this, it was for power

I was so afraid, Robb. Afraid to tell you all of this. I didn't think you would want me anymore.

[Her fingers ran over his back, gently caressing him, as though to shield him from all of that darkness.] You should rest.

[The complexity of what he has left behind feels overwhelming at times. Even though he cannot change it, he cannot do anything about it, he also cannot forget any of this. At times it is as heavy as the crown he used to wear.]

It is not your fault, Jeyne. [He repeats the words again when he notices that she is crying, the wetness of her tears on his skin.] Isn't it all about power? I have been a gullible fool...but I am thankful to have known you and your brothers. [He cuddles up to her.] ...It felt as if I had my family back. Some sort of footing.

No... [His voice is soft.] ...I would always want you.

[She wanted to tell him about how Raynald tried to free Grey Wind, eager to free him and save his good-brother. Whatever her mother had done, she and Raynald had been genuine in their love for him.

But it was better that this be the end of the confessions for the day. There was already a great deal placed in his lap, along with the stress of their fight. He deserved a bit of rest, if only to help him sort it all.]

I think I know that now.

[She might have doubted it before, but she couldn't anymore. He was still here, still holding her.]

Just as I will always want you.

[Robb shifts a little so he can press his forehead against hers so he can bask in her presence the way he did when they were at Riverrun and he had to forget his troubles for a couple of hours.]

Do not forget it, sweetling. [He kisses her lips softly.] At times you know me better than my own mother. [He is torn between kissing her more or falling asleep against her.

Finally he chooses the first thing, capturing her lips once again, only this time the kiss is a little more than just a soft nip. He would probably never get enough of her lips]

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