By the time Hera was back at camp, it had gotten dark outside. She was thankful for that, because that made the blood on her clothes and the wounds less visible. However, when she was dismounting her horse, a sharp pain shot through her arm, and she winced. She touched her arm, and gasped as pain exploded through it.

"Damn it," she muttered as she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. That bastard must have broken her arm. Taking a deep breath, she slid off the horse, cursing to take her mind off the pain. When she was back on the ground, she let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She bound the horse to a tree where the other horses stood. Whenever she moved her arm, she winced. She needed to get someone to look at it.

As she walked through the camp towards her tent, she must have walked like she was in pain, because people were looking at her with worried eyes. They had surely spotted the blood and her wounds by now, so it was no wonder that they were looking at her like that.

"Hera!" She looked to the side, and sighed when she saw Robb running towards her. He looked panicked and like he had seen something horrible. She stopped walking and looked at him questionably. He stopped in front of her, his hands automatically going to her face. He gently held her face in his hands as his blue eyes searched her face in worry. His eyes hardened when he saw her wounded lip and the blood at her throat. He sighed and lightly caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He looked like he wanted to say something, but when Hera gave him a look, he understood that she wanted to speak in private.

He helped her walk towards his tent, looking at her in worry whenever she flinched. As they got inside, he helped her sit down on his bed, then he went to fetch some water and a cloth. Hera barely had time to think before he returned, a bucket of water and a cloth in his hand. He sat down beside her on the bed, placing the bucket in front of them.

He carefully cleaned the blood off her throat, his jaw clenching as he looked at the wound. His ice blue eyes focused on her face, looking at her somberly. "Who did this to you?" He still wiped away the blood when he asked her the question, waiting for her to answer.

"Three men," she answered lowly, her eyes casted to the ground. She swallowed down the lump in her throat. "I don't know their names."

She could see anger appear in Robb's eyes, and he clenched his fists. "Damn them," he muttered. "What did they look like? Tell me, and I'll go out there right now, find them and kill them."

She shook her head, which caused a lock of her chestnut hair to fall into her eyes. Robb softly brushed it away. "Don't bother," she said, which caused him to look at her in confusion. "I already killed them."

Robb went quiet as he just looked at her. After a couple of seconds he nodded and looked down at her leg. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say next."Um, I can't clean the cut on your thigh when you're still wearing breeches."

Hera's heart started beating faster as she realised that she would have to undress in front of Robb. Her palms suddenly became sweaty, and her throat went dry. Gods, when did she become so nervous around him? She nodded quickly, before she stood up on shaky legs. "Um, could you turn around?"

Robb's eyes widened and he nodded violently before he stood up and turned away from her. She sucked in a deep breath before she started taking off her breeches. However, she quickly stopped when she realised that the pain in her arm was too much to handle. There was no way she could do it on her own. She cursed herself in her mind and clenched her eyes shut as she prepared herself for what she would have to do. "I can't do it on my own, my arm hurts too much."

Robb sighed as he slowly walked over to her. They were quiet as he helped her undress. She wanted to hit herself many times over for not being able to do it herself. Whenever his fingers would brush against her skin, butterflies would appear in her stomach. Shortly after, he was cleaning the blood off the wound on her thigh. She clenched her teeth together to stop herself from wincing whenever the cloth touched the wound.

After it was all cleaned up, Robb wrapped a small cloth around the thigh to work as a bandage. "Thank you," she voiced, causing him to look at her. He gave her a small smile in return. They sat beside each other in silence for a while, before Hera sighed. She had thought about telling him about her siblings for a long time now, and she had decided that now was the perfect time to do it. "Robb," she spoke, which made him look at her. "There is something I need to tell you."

His eyebrows furrowed in worry, all his attention moving to her. "What is it?"

She took a deep breath as she fiddled with her fingers. "A couple of weeks ago, I met someone who I had met before. Someone I thought was dead," she took a pause to look at him. He nodded for her to continue. "It was my brother. My brother and sister are alive, Robb." She couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her lips. Robb looked at her in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

"What? How?"

So she explained it to him. She told him everything, excluding the part where they had supported Daenerys Targaryen. He didn't need to know that her family had gone against him. After she was done speaking, he stared into the air in front of himself as he let the information sink in. After a while, he let out a sigh. "Wow," he said. He looked at her then, worry in his eyes. "Are you going to go with them?"

She shook her head. "I won't leave you," she said determined.

Robb looked at her in confusion. "But they are your family. Surely you would want to be with them?"

She shook her head. "So are you."

She sucked in a deep breath as she noticed the look in his eyes. His blue eyes were filled with an intensity she had never seen before. She got so lost in them that she didn't notice that they had moved closer to each other. She didn't notice it until she could feel his breath on her face. They were so close, that their noses were almost touching. She automatically closed her eyes, waiting for what would come next.

When his lips finally touched hers, it was like the world melted away. Like everything around them turned gray, and they were the only things in color. His soft lips kissed hers slowly and full of passion. It made her knees go weak and her skin tingle. His hand rested on her cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. Her own hands were tangled in his hair. She could feel him smile, and she couldn't help but do so herself. Her whole body filled with warmth, and she didn't want the kiss to end.

She was breathless when he pulled away, letting his forehead rest against hers. She gazed into his eyes, watching as they filled with love. She felt herself blush under his gaze, her cheeks turning a crimson red. He leaned forward and connected their lips for a second time. It was just as perfect as the first time, and she felt her heart swell with joy. The kiss was soft at first, then it grew more heated. Before any of them knew what was happening, she was laying down on the bed, him on top of her. They kissed like there was no tomorrow, like they would die if they broke apart.

However, she flinched when he accidentally touched her arm, causing pain to spread through it. He drew away quickly, looking at her in worry. "I'm wounded, remember?" she said breathlessly with a teasing voice. Robb let out a soft chuckle, causing her to grin up at him.

He leaned down and softly kissed her on each cheek and lastly on her nose, each kiss causing her heart to flutter. "I'll get a maester," he whispered. He kissed her quickly on the lips, before he rose from the bed. He grinned at her before he dissapeared outside. Hera couldn't help but grin as she laid on the bed. Her lips were still tingling from when Robb had kissed her, and she couldn't wait to kiss him again.

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