Epilogue: The Wolf and the Lion

Robb enjoyed every touch of Myrcella's soft skin, every little strand of golden hair tickling his face, every contact of their lips. It would be the last time for - well, maybe forever. He didn't want to think about it. No, he wouldn't allow it. He had to come back for her, and for the child growing in her womb. "My love", he whispered as she bit his shoulder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Just as a loud thunder rumbled outside, they both came. Myrcella moaned in his neck as her whole body convulsed in lust. Panting heavily, she rested her head on his chest.
"Looks like Winter is not the only thing coming today", she said playfully. The white raven had arrived in the late afternoon, announcing what their House words warned about - Winter was here.
Robb laughed, then sighed. "Myrcella, love. There was another raven."
She noticed the seriousness in his tone and lifted herself up, looking him in the eyes. "What is it?"
Robb did almost not have the heart to tell her. "King Stannis and Lord Commander Mormont have summoned the realm North. The White Walkers are on the move. It begins."
She looked at him with concern in her beautiful blue eyes. Robb knew she wouldn't cry, she was too strong for that. "When will you go?"
"Tomorrow. They cannot track the Others, and they need as many men as soon as possible."
Myrcella sighed in dismay. "I don't want to be without you."
He cupped her face and kissed her. "You must rule Winterfell in the meantime."
She looked at him with sad eyes. He kissed her again. "You'll do fine. Listen to my mother and Ser Rodrik and Maester Luwin."
"It'll be cold, all alone in this bed", she lamented.
"Well, I could ask Margaery to keep you company."
Myrcella smiled. "You'd allow that?"
"Of course. She'd be happy to warm you and... well, do some other things with you."
The bastard girl blushed. "Just come back to me, will you?"
"Of course", Robb whispered and kissed her.