Lady Talisa’s  journal:
When I first laid eyes on Robb Stark, I believed he was just the same as every other blood hungry man and wolf.
When I first spoke to Lord Stark, I thought he was an arrogant tosser who hid behind his mothers skirts, rather than face the destruction he and lannisters  had created.
The more I spoke to Robb the more I began to dream, he intrigued me, and I felt as though he sought me out wherever I may be.

Robb is my love, my soul, my very reason for being. Isn’t it strange,  how someone you originally despaired over, could  become someone  you would give up your last breath for…just to give him a moment of happiness?

I know my wolf. He is still hurting, grieving, for his father and even for his mother. As strong as Catelyn may be, she has become fragile, she pines for Ned, and this effects Robb. He wont admit it, he is to proud, but he has had no to mourn. I worry this may cloud his judgement on the battlefield.

Journal entry two:
Today i met (in chat) a … unique individual named Rattleshirt…
he was…interesting.
He did not seem overly fond of me, though i must say i am unsure whether this is because I was “southern” or because he just doesn’t like anyone.
He scared me a little. Said he may visit in my dreams. Needless to say, I sleep with a dagger by my bed tonight to protect me and my babe.

Journal entry three:
I awoke at 2am to feed my boy,  joined a lovely conversation with Ygritte, Gendry, Brienne,  my nephews Bran and Rikon also joined.
The boys were teasing poor Gendry, regarding Arya, and perhaps Gendry loves her?
I am unsure, but I told Gendry that, in order to know hoe he feels, he needs to face his heart, after all, love can bloom on a battlefield, It did for me.
I have grown fond of Gendry, he is very sweet and I will be sure to guard him against those Lannistars that call for his blood, just as they took the  innocent baby Bara.