She looked up from her washing, surprised by Robb's comment. It had slipped her mind completely, the days lost in the endless skirmishes and danger that seemed to find them. Safety and necessity had prompted her to remain with Robb, though it was difficult to ever forget what they shared together once.

The many years under the Nysgod and the many pains and losses had changed her as well. She was no longer bubbly or outgoing. She was just as stoic, just as quiet. Though her patience and understanding remained.

While Robb retreated to his former training as King, Margaery worked endlessly about their house and her understanding of archery. Little Robb remained at her side, no longer little, but a fully grown dog. His skills in hunting and guarding invaluable now.

He seemed to perk up when Robb spoke, wagging his tail as it thumped against the wash tub.

"Perhaps we should celebrate?" Margaery suggested, wiping the sweat from her brow.