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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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[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]

[He brought her so much peace, which she knew she offered him. She had only punished herself by keeping him away. Being in his arms, the rest of her fears and frustrations melted away.

They could simply be alone. Truly alone, outside of the world around them.]

I don't know why I was so afraid. You have never given me reason to doubt you before. I love you.

[She is swept up in his kiss, holding tightly to him as she felt that she was burning from within. Her lips were becoming swollen under his attentions, sweetened by the taste of him.]

[Before he knows it his hands disappear into her soft hair, combing it out of her face. They were so young, yet they knew so very well that they were meant for each other. And once again Robb realizes that, despite everything, he does not ever regret marrying her.]

Hush... [He speaks the word softly, breaking their kiss briefly.] ...We should not speak while other parts of us can do the talking for us.

[She often blushed when the subject of coupling cam up between them, but for perhaps the first time, she wasn't shy. He was right and there was so much she wanted her body to tell him.

She wasn't frantic with need, as they had been many times before. She felt certain and strong, slowly running her hands over the length of his body. She was mapping him out, exploring the contours that she knew so well.]

Let me disrobe you. I want to see all of you.

[Robb wasn’t particularly horny but he knew that could be just a matter of time. Even though he knew every inch of her body, every spot that would turn her on, every time he got to bed her felt new and exciting to him.

Slowly he moves away from her so he can give her space to rid him of his clothes. He rolls over to his back, licking his lips as he does while knowing very well that she is watching and wanting. Gods, it was so good to know to be wanted. To be desired and pleased.]

Help yourself, sweetling.

[As light as a feather, she ran the tips of her fingers over his chest, following the lines of his muscles. From his neck to his feet, she traced over his body, pausing only to admire his form and caress him with her gaze. She wanted to map him out beneath her, to take the time to appreciate his body. At the end of it all, she glided her fingers over his cock, gliding lightly, as though it were nothing more than a whisper.

She had always found him beautiful, but had never taken the time to worship him. Drawing her hand away, she leaned closer and tenderly kissed where his heart lay. She could feel the beating of it against her lips, matching the steady thrum of her own.]

You are so beautiful.

[When she touches him he closes his eyes, breathing growing heavier with every brush of her fingers. It is amazing to have someone worshiping your body in such a way. As if it belongs to some sort of great warrior instead of a king who lost the North. In a way it feels like something he does not entirely deserves, yet it is something he desperately needs.

Maybe he needs it even more than air.

Anyone would expect that the way she touches his cock would coax him to hum, but it is the kiss to his heart instead. And to be honest, he does not know what to say to her in response. He just smiles softly, opening his eyes again so he can look at her again.]

So are you.

[She didn't need him to say anything, only to know that she truly adored him. Gently, she unlaced her gown and peeled it away, tugging at each sleeve in turn, making it a slow removal of her layers. It allowed him to watch her and to appreciate her body in turn.

She tossed her dress to the ground and leaned over her husband, lightly dragging her nails across his chest and sides. Less tender than before, but not as rough as she could be.

Taking his hands, she placed them at her hips.]

You may touch me wherever you please.

[It was an invitation for him to explore as well.]

[Robb licks his lips as he watches her undress. It definitely has been the better choice to decide to bed her. He could always sleep after that. When she drags her nails over his skin he hisses softly, hips rolling upwards almost automatically. His thoughts take him to those sweet moments where she would take him inside her mouth and suck with all her might.

But really, touching is good as well. After her soft command he flashes her a grin and moves his hands upwards from her hips to the sides of her body. Then they slide to her stomach, slow and a little teasing as well.]

Is it only my touch you desire, my sweet?

[Because Robb definitely would not mind to use his mouth either.]

I am fairly sure I am quite good with my mouth as well. Just tell me which part of you I have to kiss.

[She wanted to worship him, to extend the full reverence she felt for his body. He was beautiful to her in so many ways. She never wished him to forget that there was no man she considered as handsome or desirable as she did him.

But she couldn't stop herself from moaning at the thought of his mouth where his cock normally would be.]

I desire all of you.

[She shifted to lean back against the mattress, her legs spreading.]

But you may start with your mouth.

[Her hand glided down her stomach towards her hip, making a show of her fingers settling between her legs, caressing her folds.]

Here, my love.

You are a greedy little one.

[And he likes that the most of all. When she moans he cannot help licking his lips once again, enticed by the way she responds to him.

His eyes widen when she moves back and spreads herself, fingers sliding between her legs.]

Gods be good, Jeyne... [He likes the sight and a playful smile appears on his face.] ...you need to show me...more of that. I might have forgotten where I should place my tongue first...

Greedy for you.

[She didn't hesitate at his prompting, sliding her fingers over her folds as she found that small pearl that was so tender beneath her touch. She whimpered as she shut her eyes, biting her lower lip as she rubbed and stroked more eagerly.

Her hips rocked up as her arousal increased, her fingers becoming slick under her attentions.]

Here. [She whispered breathlessly, guiding his eyes to where she touched and pleasured herself.] And here.

[Robb can’t deny the fact that he likes to watch her like this. Such a lewd and filthy way to show him where to start first. He absolutely loves it.]

I can see that... [He moves to sit up a little, propping himself up on both elbows.] ...Bring your sweet cunt to my mouth. [He pats his hand against the blanket, inviting her to come hover over him so he can lick her properly.]

I cannot wait to taste you. [To emphasize the urge he licks his lips slowly.]

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