"I, erm, maybe?" He is still nude, though, and now that he's not in bed anymore she has some further evidence that breakfast is very very far from his mind at the moment.

He slips out to the covered area of the room to use the chamber pot, feeling kind of wretchedly embarrassed but also wretchedly horny.

"Whichever you'd prefer, my delightful lord husband,” she says, and it's playful. "I am at your service."

But she will totally lounge naked in bed and wait until he makes his mind up.

No no his mind is made up by the time he's back he's absolutely forgotten the offer and he's on top of her.

The impatience and hunger this time might be better associated with a Stark.

Eeee!!!! Being married is great, actually!!!!

As expected, she is so willing, and a bit more present than the night before. Now she's clearly interested in him and his needs, and isn't so (delightfully) overwhelmed by the new world that has opened up for her. It's still new and exciting, of course, but she's exploring it with him more actively instead of just happily following his lead.

And, you know, with only a night between them and last time, he can in fact pace himself a lot more easily, and last a lot longer.

Which he really really wants to do because he wants his wife to be enjoying herself so much she'll be nervous about passersby overhearing her through the door.

.... squeak.

Well, that's terribly embarrassing, but fortunately for her sense of pride, she's not inclined towards very loud exclamations. That said, her husband is absolutely going to get what he wants. She would make a terrible Silent Sister; perfect silence is quite clearly beyond her.

And at the end of it he's once again panting and covered in sweat and feeling boneless but he's sporting a look like the cat that got the canary.

He has such a happy, exhausted wife!! Who clearly adores him!!!!

"You were trying to make me cry out, weren't you," she accuses, delighted, when she catches her breath and is a bit less dazed.

"I'm not certain I catch milady's meaning." Grin grin grin grin.

"I am such a lucky woman." Nestle nestle snuggle snuggle.

"What a coincidence that I feel like such a lucky man." He pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head.

She gives a little happy shiver and hums contently. It would be wonderful if this could last forever.

... But it can't. They're in the middle of a rebellion, this wedding was to cement a political alliance.

"How long until you march again?" she wonders, very softly.

...right. There's a reason this was rushed.

"A couple of weeks to resupply and inventory everything and everyone, and then we go."

“Okay.” She leans up and kisses him. “And… I am to remain here in Riverrun?”

It’s the obvious option, and probably the safest. Riverrun is difficult to siege, escorting a prime potential hostage is dangerous and costly, and their side is already fighting an uphill battle. The fact that this means she’s going to be trapped with the father she hates and her very reasonably miserable sister is immaterial in comparison. (But she doesn’t have to like it.)

He grimaces at the question and his immediate thought is of her having to stay here with that man but that's probably not rational, she probably likes Hoster Tully a lot more than Alis does.

...still.

"If that be milady's wish, although I... confess that however difficult to assail Riverrun may be the North is more. Going all the way to Winterfell would perhaps not be advisable, the Winter snow has not entirely thawed yet, but perhaps... I would feel safer if you were to sail to White Harbour and be hosted by the Manderlys. They are staunch and loyal allies and vassals to House Stark, and I would trust them with my life."

“I don’t… particularly want to stay here, but I’d rather bear it than be a, a liability for you. But then again I’m…” She winces. “I’m afraid that if things start to go poorly, father will. Cut his losses.”

His face darkens. "I will also confess that I am less than impressed with his actions towards the daughter that became inconvenient."

“You don’t know the half of it,” she mutters. “Or, well. You might. I don’t know how much of what happened has gotten out.”

"...I have heard that she needed to take the moon tea." For the obvious reasons. "And I seem to recall a rumour about how very recently Hoster Tully kicked out a ward of his, which seems... like coincidental timing."

“Quite. They are indeed connected. Lysa loved him. Loves still, I suppose. Her pregnancy was not an accident, she was trying to force father’s hand and let her marry a minor lord, but. Instead…”

"...you're marrying a Stark! You're marrying the Lord of Winterfell! Can he not let his second daughter have some happiness in her life? I love Lord Arryn like my own father," much more in fact, "and I know he will treat her well and be kind and good to her, but he is much older than she is and if she already has someone she loves..."

“Oh, believe me, I’ve already said all of that to him. I even explained that Petyr Baelish is on his own merits brilliant, even if his holdings are less than impressive. There was also the argument that I,” and she lowers her voice, because she doesn’t want to be overheard saying this of her own sister, “I don’t think she has the constitution for a cold political match, she wants warmth and kindness and simplicity, not, not. This cold calculus. The fear of her children dying in political plays.” She shakes her head. “But Winterfell is far away, and hardly a martial ally that’ll prevent anyone nearby marching through the Riverlands on their way to the Vale or the Westerlands or the Crownlands. So. You see as far as I have managed to get.”

"Gh."

“Quite. But my ultimate concern is that.” She swallows, and takes a deep breath, and leans into him. “That should you die, should your rebellion fail, he will attempt to…” gods, this is so hard to say, and it’s worse because she believes it, and she hates believing it of her own father, “to kill your child while still in the womb, so as to. Be able too make an alliance with the winning side.” ‘With me’ goes unsaid, but she really doesn’t need to say it, does she.