She retired into the house with Little Robb. Finding his favorite place near the hearth, he curled into his old blanket, well worn and tattered from use. She had mended it several times over, but the threads were becoming brittle and weak. There was only so long that they would last under his weight and activity.

While Robb focused on the shutters, Margaery set to work on his lemon cake. Fortunately, they had the supplies after a recent excursion to collect the necessities earlier that week. It would last them for over a few months with any luck.

She could hear the wind picking up in speed as she placed the cake in the oven, cleaning up the excess mess on the counters. It was near time for the storm.