Robb had always been a person who followed his heart instead of his head. When it came to strategy, to war, to battle he could be cold and calculating and dreadfully logic. But when it came to everything else he followed his heart.

And that is exactly what he is doing now, listening to what his heart tells him. Those feelings are not something fake, not a lie the Trumps put in him. It had been something that had been growing. From that first moment they shared wine together until now, where they could not hide it any longer.

The way her hand tightens around his encourages him to just let go and give in. Of course, he is a man wed, but it all seems so far away. So blurry. And all he wishes right now is to see that sad smile disappear from Neria's face, to assure her safety.

Before his lips brush against hers he whispers softly: "No harm will come to you, I promise."