He realizes more than ever how much he needs this. This closeness, that connection with another, to truly belong. Just like her he has lost a lot over the years. A home, a wife, family, friends. It all seemed to seep through his fingers like sand and he had been unable to grasp it. Like it always has been.

But this was real and warm. And Robb Stark does not want to ruin this as well. Not Neria. Not ever. And he finds his head full of promises again, his heart full of warmth. And he tries to convey all of that into one single kiss.

When she moves closer he does the same, shifting to sit more on his knees, his fingers tracing her jawline with utmost care. Slowly he curls another arm around her waist, his hand lightly resting on her back while fingers carefully dig into the fabric of her dress.

"Neria..." Robb whispers after he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "...This...I..." He hates it when words fail him and for a second annoyance flashes in his eyes. Kings do not stammer. "It feels good."