Italics = flashback

Hera smiled mischievously at Cedrick, her sword in her hand. Her older brother grinned at her, swinging his own sword around. It was raining lightly, but none of them cared. Their older brother, Derron, stood at their side, watching them with amusement. Lexa stood beside him, her face showing interest. It was no secret that Cedrick and Hera were both competetive, always wanting to beat the other sibling.

The courtyard was empty, except for the Nyvell siblings and some guards and commonfolk. Their parents were somewhere inside the castle, probably doing the tasks that were requiered by the Lord and the Lady.

"Ready to lose?" Hera mockingly asked her brother, her lips upturned in a smirk. Cedrick rolled his emerald eyes in response.

"You're the one that's going to lose, dear sister."

Hera lifted an eyebrow in amusement, letting a laugh escape her. She glanced over at her other siblings who were grinning at them. "What do you think?"

"Don't look at me! I don't know!" Lexa exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defense. Derron rolled his eyes jokingly, muttering something about both of them being 'donkeys'.

Hera sighed, looking back at Cedrick. He held his sword up, awaiting her attack. She grinned, before she charged at him in full speed. They swords clashed together in a song as sharp as thorns. They fought back and fourth, none of them overpowering the other, for they were both excellent swordfighters.

"Tired yet?" Hera yelled over the sound of their swords clashing together.

Cedrick chuckled, "You wish!"

Hera ducked away from his blow, thrusting her own sword out. He sidestepped its sharp edge, letting the sword cut through the air. Hera huffed as she was being drained of energy. Cedrick was older than her, so he had an advantage.

Suddenly, his sword hit hers with such brutal force, her sword flew out of her hand. It landed in the mud a few feet away from herself, but she did not bother to pick it up. She looked at Cedrick through her wet eyelashes, pushing her damp chestnut hair out from her face.

Suddenly, loud claps sounded from behind them. Hera whipped around, getting emberrassed by the sight of her father standing there. He was dressed in breeches and a leather tunic, his sword strapped to his side. His curly dark hair were wet against his forehead, for it had been exposed to the rain. He smiled, his green eyes gleaming.

"Well done," he complimented. Hera felt emberrased because he had seen her lose. From a young age, they had been trained to be great swordfighters, and it was something they had to work on everyday. Still, Cedrick had always been the best swordfighter in the family, and no matter how much Hera practiced, she never seemed to beat him. She actually beat him once, but that was because Derron had distracted him.

"You're getting better," her father spoke. "Hera, may I have a word with you?" Hera nodded as she placed her sword back in its sheath. Her siblings quickly fled away to gods know where. Her father and herself sat down on a bench in the courtyard.

"You seemed upset by losing the swordfight," her father spoke.

"Of course I was, I wanted to win," she responded, sighing as she glanced at the ground in front of them. "Cedrick always beats me."

"Practicing makes you better," he answered. "Besides, winning isn't what is important. What is important is to always do your best."

Hera frowned. "I did my best, but I still lost," she grumbled lowly.

"Yes, but one day you might win. You're already winning against your other siblings, and you grow better with each day that passes," he smiled softly. "One day, you will be a great swordfighter."

Hera smiled slightly while pushing her damp hair away from her face. "Thank you, father."

Her father smiled, before he gave her a soft supportive squeeze on her shoulder. As he ventured back into the castle, her green eyes gazed up into the skies.

The sun was coming out, and the rain were slowly dissapearing.

*

Hera paced around anxiously by the pen that had contained the Kingslayer. She bit the inside of her cheek, a bad habit of hers when she was stressed. She turned around sharply, staring at the guard in front of her. "You're certain it was her?"

The guard nodded. "Positive, my lady."

Hera sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose. "The King will not be happy. Has he been informed?"

"We sent a rider out this morning to inform him."

She nodded while looking back at the pen. Catelyn Stark had set the Kingslayer free in the middle of the night. He was with Brienne, who was taking him back to King's Landing. Catelyn's plan was to trade him for her daughters. Hera didn't blame her, she really didn't. But she thought it was foolish, for now they had lost their only leverage.

When Robb arrived back at the camp, he stormed straight into his mother's tent, not speaking to anyone. Hera wanted to go inside and make sure everything were alright, but she knew better than to interfere with something that was none of her business.

A while later, Robb emerged from the tent, storming straight to his own. Hera stood looking after him with a puzzled look on her face, before she decided to follow after him.

She entered the tent just as he threw his cloak on the bed, pacing around angrily. When she entered, he looked up in irritation. "Not now, Hera," he spoke. There was a sharpness in his voice, which told her that he meant it. Still, she didn't want to leave him alone in this state.

"Don't be angry at your mother," Hera defended. "She just did what she thought was right, you can't blame her."

Robb's eyes narrowed. "She let the Kingslayer go, our hostage! How can you defend her?"

Hera gaped at him. "What she did was wrong, but I understand why she did it!" She narrowed her eyes at him. "She's your mother, Robb!"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's my mother, yet she betrayed me." He looked at her then, his blue eyes looking at her apologetically. "I didn't mean to yell at you, I am sorry."

Hera's shoulders relaxed as she sighed. "I'm sorry too," she mumbled. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Robb shook his head. "I don't know, I just need to take my mind off it."

Hera bit her lip as she started walking slowly towards him. He looked at her in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed together. When she stood in front of him, she looked up at him with such an innocent look on her face, it drove him mad. Before he could control himself, he leaned down and connected their lips.

Their lips met in an explosion of pure bliss. Unlike last time, this kiss was heated and full of passion. The last one had been soft and sweet, but this one truly showed their need for each other.

She barely noticed it when he lowered her down on his bed, too caught up in the kiss. Her fingers tugged softly at his hair as he started pressing soft kisses to her neck. His blue eyes met her green ones, and she swore that she had never seen anyone that beautiful. She had never felt like this before. Her stomach were fluttering with butterflies, and her heart was beating rapidly against her ribs.

She lifted her hand and traced his face softly with her thumb. Soft smiles played at both of their lips, which they soon connected yet again. She felt like she was in a fairytale, or perhaps in a dream. She didn't know what she had done to deserve to be with such a wonderful man.

Their lips disconnected briefly as Robb quickly took of his leather tunic. Their lips connected again, both of them smiling into the kiss. Robb helped her unlace her dress, throwing it to the side once it were off, leaving her in just her undergarments. They laid back on the bed, and his eyes looked at her body, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked hoarsely. Hera smiled softly, for he was truly sweet. She wanted nothing more in that moment. All she craved was him. This would be her first time, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Yet, the thought of having her first time with Robb made her heart flutter in excitement.

"Yes," she whispered, and that was all it took for him to connect their lips again. Soon, all their clothes were laying in a heap on the floor. In that moment, they became one. Their bodies tangled together perfectly, like they had been made for each other. And as the sun went down outside the tent, their love burned brighter than ever.