It was difficult to tell if Margaery was pleased by the idea at all; she seemed rather resigned to it, but her thinking was logical, and she was entirely correct. They had been living together much as husband and wife, choosing to not so much hide the fact but to simply never mention it, much of it for the benefit of Robb's father.

But his father was gone now, and it all suddenly felt entirely silly.

"We can talk to Mark, he may know a way" Robb said now, and set his bowl aside to clasp Margaery's hands in both of his own. "Live here with me. I don't want to continue on as if being together is a shameful secret."

He'd not ask her to marry him, not again, and she knew well enough why. They both had their difficulties and superstitions with that particular institution. But here, it didn't matter if they'd said a vow. That they were devoted to one another was enough.