Dinner

Robb woke up with Sansa next to him, still {if spanked_sansa=1}tied up, but {endif}sleeping. He didn't feel like he had slept for long, the exhausting sex apparently had just tired him a bit, especially after the long journey that day. He {if spanked_sansa=1}began untying his sister, waking her up in the process{else}moved, waking his sister up in the process.{endif}
"You liked that, Sansa?"
She just nodded with a red face and {if spanked_sansa=1}let him finish his work{else}got up{endif}. Robb helped her to put her clothes back on, stealing a few kisses on her breasts in the process. As they both looked proper again, they left the room and came across Mira Forrester, who informed them that Lady Melisandre, the King's red priestess, had invited them to join her for dinner. They followed the Forrester girl to a smaller dining room where the woman, red and fiery and glowing, waited for them.
"Lord and Lady Stark, I am glad you could come", she greeted them as Robb kissed her hand. Robb didn't fail to notice that odd wording that seemed more appropriate for a Lord and his spouse than two siblings.
They sat down and started to eat Lamprey Pie, Honeyed Chicken, Lemon cakes and more. A strong wine was served.
"What do you know of the Lord of Light, Lord Stark?", the Red Woman asked Robb as he tasted some olives.
So this is why she invited us, he thought.
"Not much", he admitted. "Only his fondness for fire. I trust in the Old Gods of the forest."
She smiled, a controlled, small smile that befit her ageless, beautiful face. "There is only one God, R'hllor. He alone stands against the coming night. Your house words are Winter is coming, and what better weapon there is against the winter than fire?"
Robb frowned. "We don't see winter as an enemy to fight, but rather a **** of nature to be respected."
Again, that slightly condescending smile. "Respect... or fear? The Night is dark, and full of terrors. The Lord of Light show the path, and he doesn't seek to rule other aspects of his followers' lives. The matrimony between brother and sister is not looked down upon among his followers, as it is with the Seven in Westeros."
Sansa stopped eating her lemon cake and turned dark red, Robb had to swallow as well. How could she know? Had someone heard them?
"We all know what happened with the Targaryens after they practiced **** for many generations", he just said, trying not to look Melisandre in the eyes. He felt like she could read his mind.
The Red Priestess didn't touch the subject further, but they were both uncomfortable and quickly left after they were finished and went to their solars, only exchanging a quick kiss in the shadows as a goodnight.

Robb Stark sat down and wrote a few words to his mother at Winterfell that Sansa was safe. Just as he finished, there was a knock at the door. "Come in."
It was, once again, the Forrester girl, this time accompanied by another girl about her age, lighter brown hair and softer, more southron, somewhat sensual features.
"Lord Stark, we are to make sure you have anything you wish for. Is there anything you need?"
Robb took a good look at them. The new girl seemed less shy and smiled at him with fluttering eyelashes, clearly interested in him. "What's your name?", he asked her.
She made a step forward. "I'm Sera Durwell, milord, at your service. I was a handmaiden to Lady Margaery, and I am unbound and available for marriage."
Mira Forrester suppressed a slight gasp, and Robb smiled. Did she seriously hope for him to marry her? She was a pretty thing, no doubt, but the Lord of Winterfell would only ever marry a daughter of one of his bannermen or a maiden from another Great House. He quickly considered putting those two girls to good use before going to bed...