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Robb Stark x Tyrell!Reader

summary: A request for something fluff with Robb Stark!

word counts: 1.8k

warnings: kind of protective!Robb, fluff, more fluff, first-time pregnancy, a bit of angst, but really just a hint

author’s note: I’m really happy about my first request (and work) for Robb because he was my first GoT love :D But I’m not really happy with how this one turned out, so I am really sorry. The next one hopefully will get better! Edit: I just saw that tumblr messed up with my writing, so I edited it!

The puffing breaths of the black horse condensated in the cold air around her, the sound of heavy hooves sinking into the soft ground of the forest floor was the only sound echoing through the tall-growing trees around Winterfell. It was always peaceful out here, which was such a stark contrast to the busyness within the walls of the castle that YN loved to escape from time to time. She loved her life up here, as Lady of Winterfell, far from her former home where she was as useless as a pretty bush of roses.

Growing up in Highgarden, down in the Reach, had been pleasant but never fulfilling. As the eldest daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and younger sister to Willas Tyrell, her father’s heir, she had nothing else to do but marry an old, lazy lord and continue and secure his unsuccessful lineage. Her father never had a high aim for his eldest daughter, even though her grandmother Olenna always had a greater future planned for the Golden Rose of Highgarden—in her grandmother’s eyes, she had been the perfect match for a king or prince. Olenna never wanted to waste her precious granddaughter to a low lord as her imbecile of a son had in mind. Instead, the Queen of Thorns had managed to secure an alliance with the North, and the match had been, luckily, a love match. It had taken time, but the instant sympathy and attraction from both had been a reliable support for a blossoming romance.

It certainly had helped that YN was quite fond of the winter and cold.

The sudden sound of heavy paws ripped the woman back into reality, and turning in her saddle, her eyes almost immediately spotted the dark grey dire wolf prowling through the forest, his bright eyes trained on her. Smiling, YN whistled softly, and Grey Wind trotted over the small path and sided with her on their slow way back to the castle.

Riding through the gates, the Lady of Winterfell was greeted with respectfully bowed heads by the guards while some of the children waved before getting ushered back to their tasks. Hullen, the master of horse, exited the stables at the sight of his returning lady and walked over to the courtyard. His left hand grabbed for the reins while he extended his right to YN to help her down, but he thought it through and pulled his hand back again. He knew that his lady was more than capable of getting off the horse herself. YN slid off the saddle and down onto the hard ground. “Thank you, Hullen. Treat him with the biggest apple you can find—he deserves it,” the woman smiled while patting the strong neck of her beautiful stallion Robb had gifted her shortly after their wedding. Aden had been her trustworthy companion on her rides ever since.

“Of course, m’lady,” the master of horse said, bowed his head, and led the horse back to the stables. Meanwhile, YN turned around to see Robb striding towards her, the dark fur on his cloak framing his handsome face, his dark curls still a tad tussled from their escapades a few hours prior. Smiling, the former Tyrell waited patiently until he reached her—strong hands enveloping her frame beneath the black cloak she had thrown over earlier, their faces only mere inches apart. “Wife,” he whispered in a greeting before nuzzling his nose against hers. “Husband,” YN returned, smile still on her lips, while her glove-clad fingers tangled themselves in his brown curls.

Softly and lovingly, the eldest Stark son pressed his lips to hers, and YN sighed deeply at the familiar feeling of his kisses, which still ignited a fire in her body, unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. Kissing Robb was always thrilling, always on the brink of satisfaction, and it always made her feel loved and cherished. YN really was grateful for her grandmother’s plans for her very person.

“I was worried,” the Stark mumbled against his wife’s lips before distancing himself a bit to intently eye her face. “Grey Wind was a great companion on our way home.” Robb smiled at her words but soon turned serious again. “You did not overdo it, love?” Softly, YN shook her head while her thumb caressed his cheek tenderly. “We were perfectly safe,” she promised in a whisper and laughed under her breath as the strong, serious man sighed deeply and let his hand rest on her lower stomach where a slight curve had made its appearance several weeks ago—and which kept growing steadily. “I only want you two safe and sound.”

Instead of saying something, YN pulled Robb down at his neck and kissed him with all she had, while his hand kept laying atop his first, still unborn, child.

With pleased looks on their faces stood Catelyn and Ned at the railing circling the walls of Winterfell and watched their firstborn son and first daughter-in-law. “I cannot remember seeing him this happy,” the mother mumbled while Ned held her close. “I am sure he wasn’t before she stepped into his life and turned everything upside down. I know this feeling all too well.” Catelyn looked up to her husband and smiled. “Sometimes it is good to rearrange one’s reality. It certainly didn’t harm Robb.” Ned laughed deep in his chest. “No, it definitely did not. Quite the opposite. Are you happy, Cat?” At her husband’s question, Catelyn looked up again and nodded. “I am. She is perfect for him, he is perfect for her. They await their firstborn, Maester Luwin thinks it will be a pleasant pregnancy judging by the signs so far. My son is happy, and that is all a mother can hope for.”

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The sound of cracking wood in the grand fireplace accompanied YN in her endeavors to rise from the furred and soft chairs in front of the warm fire in their bedchambers. Suddenly, the door got opened, and Robb entered their room; the sight of his struggling wife pushed a smile on his lips. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her. “You know I can help you with that, love?” His teasing voice tickled a groan out of her, and the pregnant woman gave her attempts up. “This is nothing to laugh about. I’m not even halfway through this pregnancy and already struggling with the easiest tasks—getting out of this bloody chair on my own, for one instance,” she grumbled, and the Stark laughed lightly under his breath before kneeling down in front of his wife.

“I love you,” he told her with the most serious expression. “I love you both.” And with that, Robb bent his head and pressed a lingering kiss on her ever-growing stomach. Her fingers instantly tangled themselves in his soft brown strands, and a smile full of contentment stretched across her lips. “You are lucky you are the most loving husband in all of the Seven Kingdoms. If not, I would have chased you away a long time ago.” Robb grinned up to her and leaned his face further into her hand, which caressed his cheek, his soft beard tickling her skin. “I must be really lucky then,” he mumbled before spreading her legs and pulling his wife to the edge of the chair.

She gasped for air and rested her arms around his neck as Robb held her close and raised to his feet with her in his arms. The man carried her to the fur-covered bed and lowered her onto the soft mattress. “We have a family gathering to attend,” YN reminded the lord, but Robb only climbed over her and situated himself in the furs, pulling her body closer to his by her waist. “They will not die if we miss one dinner.” Her skin muffled his voice as he littered her throat with soft kisses before she pulled his face up.

They stared into each other’s eyes, the blissful atmosphere seeping into every corner of the room, and their body relaxed even more. YN let the tip of her nose brush against his, and Robb sighed, turning into the soft man he always was around his wife.

It still amazed him how his life had turned ever since the Golden Rose of Highgarden had entered it. Before the fateful day of her arrival, Robb Stark had only lived for his family and duty as the firstborn son of Ned Stark and future Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He had held objections against marriage as both parents had reached out to him with the suggestion of finding and taking a wife as future Lady of Winterfell. He had never shown any interest in the daughters of the northern houses, and as his mother came to him with a letter from the Reach, he had been… intrigued but still unsure if he was ready to be a husband. But his mother and Lady Olenna had arranged a meeting halfway through the realm, and Robb must’ve been blind if he didn’t feel the attraction towards the woman now lying safely in his arms.

The thought of her in another man’s arms alone made his blood boil, and instantly, his arms enveloped her closer and pulled the woman closer and closer.

“Are you happy?”

Robb’s unsure voice pulled YN out of the daze she had fallen in while almost drowning in his dark, kind eyes, and her brows furrowed tremendously. “Do I seem unhappy? Not content?” She asked in return, now unsure herself. YN never wanted to make the impression of being unhappy up in the north, or as if she wanted to return home to the south, back to the warmth, because quite the opposite was the case. In the four years since their small wedding ceremony in the Godswoods, YN recalled not one single day filled with longing thoughts for her former home.

The Stark barely shrugged and propped himself up on one arm, looming now over her. His other hand softly caressed the soft strands of her hair spreading over the pillows. “I suppose no one ever asked you if you want to be dragged up here in the cold north. A place without the lush gardens of Highgarden, always cold and icy…-“ But YN pressed her finger against his lips to silence him. “Robb,” she whispered tenderly, grabbing his chin in her fingers and stroking over his beard with her thumb. “Do you really believe I would still be here if I were unhappy? That I would have married you and vowed my love in front of your family, in front of the gods?” Robb looked helpless as he shrugged again, and YN smiled up at him while taking his hand from her face and letting it rest on her stomach. “I would not be carrying your child if I wasn’t happy with you in the cold north, with you by my side. I was never this content in my life than here in Winterfell.” A soft grin graced her lips, and Robb sighed, clearly put at ease. “I don’t know where those thoughts came from. Sometimes the things Theon says about you are getting to my head,” the Stark tried to explain himself, but YN only shook her head. “It is all right, my love. And specifically for your mind: You are making me the happiest woman in all of Westeros.”

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This got really shitty, and I’m super unhappy with it, but the ideas didn’t want to come for another piece, so I went with this one. I’m sorry for even uploading it xD As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Robb Stark being protective would include...

first of all, this man is one of the most loyal men in all of Westeros

like, if you are his blood this man would literally walk to the ends of the earth to protect and defend you

robb also believes that sometimes the phrase 'blood is thicker than water' doesn't necessarily always apply

like if you are loyal to him and have been there for him as a friend or confidant, you best believe this man is going to die trying to protect you, even if it's against a member of his family

but now let's talk about protective robb with someone he was in love with because... wow

if you thought he was protective over his family, friends and people of Winterfell....

.......just wait until this man is in love

it would probably first only manifest in small, subtle ways if you weren't together yet

only little things that his family members would pick up on

like when he would try to inquire about what you've been doing

or whenever you would go to walk home at night Robb would conveniently be right beside you to offer to walk you home

because who knows who or what is wondering around in the dark?

catelyn would raise her eyebrows at and jon would try and hide his amusement

that would send arya and sansa into little giggling fits

luckily you would be blissfully unaware, just grateful for Robb's kindness

overtime it would escalate

you'd keep spotting Greywind prowling around you wherever you went

it was getting to the point that you were wondering if he was following you intentionally

there was one incident when you were walking home at night and robb was away on a hunting expedition and a group of men approached you

and Greywind appeared out of no where to bite the hand off the leader before he could rip your dress

robb literally having to hold himself back from destroying his room when he found out

when you told robb what had happened and had identified the men involved, they were never seen again

you didn't ask questions

whenever there was a feast at Winterfell, Robb's eyes would always find your figure, making sure that you were safe and having fun

and if there was dancing? well you best believe that Robb would always happen to be near you to offer to be your partner, only to be polite (of course)

you always wondering why no one else would ever ask you to dance, until one day you turn around just in time to see Robb starring literal daggers at one of his men about to approach you

at first you're upset, thinking that Robb doesn't see you as good enough for any of his men

"is it my status? my looks? what have I done for you to deem me so unworthy that you will not even let your men touch me?"

"unworthy? my men are the fucking unworthy ones. they're lucky they are even allowed to look at you."

a look of pure confusion would cross your face - you were always a bit slow when it came to romance

Robb would just chuckle and shake his head, "honestly love is it not obvious? I've been in love with you since the moment I fucking met you."

once you're together, oh boy

because while he was protective before, you're his now. Not in a controlling or possessive way but in a 'this is my wife and I would die a thousand times over if it means she lives' kind of way

all of winterfell knowing that you're a protected species

a diamond to be handled with the utmost care

Greywind becoming like your second shadow

which you don't mind but sometimes all you want is some peace and quiet and to be left alone

Robb knowing you can handle yourself but struggling to give you space because he knows how fucked up Westeros can be

because he has seen horrors that he prays you will never have to witness in your lifetime

trusting you completely, but the issue is he trusts no one else (apart from his family)

him having to learn to back off - slightly

always making sure he's standing between you and a doorway just incase soldiers come barging in

a hand always touching you whenever you're within arms reach

whenever he has to go away to fight it's always an internal struggle if he should bring you with him or leave you at home

because he doesn't want to drag you towards a war, but what happens if he leaves you at winterfell and isn't there to protect you?

defending you when catelyn makes some sort of insulting remark or comment

jon becoming just as protective of you because you're his brother's soulmate and robb has always been so good to him

which is really sweet but now you have Greywind and Ghost following after you all the time

which is really unnerving for some people

"do not worry about them, they do not bite.... much"

his enemies trying to get to you to get to Robb

the closest they ever got was an assassin trying to take you out on your morning ride

robb was usually not a cruel man but the rumours of what he had done to that assassin spread like wildfire around westeros

it became legend, myth, shrouded in fear and awe

very soon not even the most infamous and fearless assassins would dare go near you, much to cersei and tywin's frustration

not even littlefinger wanted to touch you

"I am afraid even I am not game enough to conjure up a plan to ruin this one, your grace."

oh and you know tyrion would be dying to meet you - the woman that turned the naive and probably too trusting Stark boy into a protective, ruthless leader. the woman who's sparked the fear in the hearts of the most soulless cunts in westeros? yeah he was a big fan

you being the only one who can calm robb down when he gets upset or enraged when someone tries to hurt you

sometimes you don't because sex with robb in protective mode is next level

always holding hands

forehead kisses

like, so so so many forehead kisses

if you were pregnant he would literally never stop touching your belly

he can be a little overbearing sometimes, but it makes you love him more for it

because you know that this man literally worships you and just wants to keep you safe

he tries his hardest to give you independence because at the end of the day he knows you are the strongest person he has ever met and can hold your own

this man would literally die a thousand deaths to keep you out of harms way because god damn it the villains of westeros have already taken away his father and he will be damned if they take you too

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Cozy in your arms

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader

Warning: none sexual nudity, baths, fluff

Summary: warming up in a bathtub big enough for two

„The bath is ready, my Lady” You smiled thankfully at the maid as she was making her way out of the room. You began to make yourself ready for your bath when you felt two strong arms enveloping your waist. “Going for a bath?” You felt his warm breath on your neck running down your back in chills.

Warm lips drifted up and down your soft skin. “Yes. I smell like a mixture of horse and smoke from the fire.” The lips, which reached the juncture where your shoulders met your neck, smirked. “I don’t mind, dear wife.” You huffed out a laugh, “I know. But I know, dearest husband.”

Robb turned you by your waist so you would face him. “Are you implying something, dearest wife?” He raised his chestnut brow. You giggled as he leaned down to attack your lips with his. Robb wanted to deepen the kiss further but was blocked by you. “I really need this bath, Robb. Maybe you too.” Robb chuckled as you wiggled out of his arms. “As you wish, my queen.” You turned to him and glared at him. “I am no queen. As far as I can remember the north still bends its knee to Westeros ant the stags.” “Maybe one day it won’t be that way.” Your eyes narrowed further.

You reached for the soaps and oils you needed to get all the dirt from your body. Robb started to shed his first layers of clothing. “I hope you invited me to take this bath with you.” You looked up and nodded. “It’s late and warming up cold water is always such a tedious process. Let the servants and maids rest. They already protested that the bath water won’t be brought out after we finished.” Robb chuckled as you talked about the agreement between you and the maids. You began to rid yourself of your clothes as you were satisfied with the placing of the bath utensils.

Robb watched you as you undressed yourself and carefully folded all your clothes into a pile you put on a chair in the corner of your room. You felt eyes on your body and looked over your shoulder. “What are you looking at. Nothing you haven’t seen.” Robb chuckled. He walked up to you in all his naked glory and took your hands in his bigger ones. “Can’t I admire my wife’s ethereal beauty.” He kissed your temple softly, lingering there for a few seconds. “I would commit blasphemy against the old gods just to worship at your altar, my love.” You looked at him with adoration. “Stop saying such things. Maybe one of them listens on what you are saying and will strike you down. Or they will curse us both.” Robb just smirked, like he would take your saying as a challenge.

With the help of your husband you stepped into the tub filled with warm water. It chilled down a bit. Not nearly boiling as before. You scooted at the edge of the wooden tub and waited for Robb to join you.

Robb pouted as he saw your position but stepped in after you. “I wanted to hold you in my arms.” You snorted out a laugh at his childishness. You kissed his shoulder as you wrapped yourself around him. “Well I want to be held by you when we are in bed. Now I want to wrap around you.”

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[asa-do-your-thing]

The rainbow trout

Robb Stark x Frey Reader 18 + MINORS DNI WC: 5,1k Warnings: forced marriage, mentions death, alcohol, dubcon, angst

You knew you weren't his first choice. You also knew what would happen, should Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, not accept your hand, so you did everything in your power to convince him to marry anyone of your female relatives. You sent him coded messages, diguised yourself and warned his pregnant lady... You did everything in your might to persuade him.

That was why it hurt you even more that when he came to the Twins and told you all to stand in a big semi circle ordered by your ages - you stood almost at the farthest end, having only just flowered - and he walked over to your aunts and older cousins, all past the ages of five and twenty. Everything within you itched to call out to him - King of the North, 'tis I who saved you!

But Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, was a man known for his honor and duty. He gave each woman a polite nod, exchanged pleasantries and, with a hint of discomfort in his eyes, moved along the line. You watched him as he went from your eldest aunt, Lady Amarei, a stout woman with greying hair and a face that had lost the battle with age long ago; to your cousin Alyx, then onto Waldene and Wylda - all older than you by several years and already mothers to their own broods, though you supposed it was pleasing for him to see their fertility.

The air in the Great Hall was thick with expectation as the Young Wolf made his way down the line of eligible Frey women. The flickering light from the hundreds of candles gave an ethereal glow to the scene, casting dancing shadows along stone walls adorned with the ancient heraldry of House Frey. The wheels of your father's great wooden chair creaked as he shifted his weight, watching his potential son-in-law examine his flock.

As Robb Stark drew closer to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Despite your best efforts to maintain decorum, your hands were clammy against the lush fabric of your dress. When he finally stood before you, his azure eyes met yours with an intensity that stole your breath away. His face was unreadable; he made no comments about your youth or offered any compliments as he had done for some of your relatives.

He nodded once before moving on to your younger sister - a girl who barely even knew how to keep her hair out of her soup bowl - and then carried on down the line. You could feel the disappointment welling up and looked up in amazement when he went back up to his previous spot. He... knew what would happen should he not accept any one of them? What was he doing?

Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, turned back to look you in the eyes. His gaze caught yours in a strange dance, akin to two foxes circling one another before withdrawing. He thanked your father, Lord Walder, for his hospitality and the introduction to his lovely daughters and nieces. His voice echoed along the stone hall, each word punctuated by silence from the gathered Freys.

"Before I proceed," he announced, raising an eyebrow as if he had just been struck by a sudden thought, "I would like to ask a question about a small rainbow trout." The hall fell silent.

Your heart leapt into your throat. The 'rainbow trout'. The code you had used so many times in your letters to him. You had used it as a symbol of danger, warning him of impending peril. And now he was using it back at you.

The question Robb asked was incredibly mundane in its nature for anyone else. Yet behind those words, there lay a hidden realm of understanding known only to Robb and yourself; its context spread across a plethora of secret letters exchanged between you two under various pseudonyms over the years. The audience stared at him blankly while your mind raced to pick up the hidden message in his query.

Just then, your innocent little sister nudged you and whispered in your ear right below a breath. "Has King Robb gone coo-coo?" You could hardly suppress the laughter that bubbled within you at her naive words. She didn’t understand what was passing between Robb and yourself and for that, you were both relieved and eternally grateful.

"No dear one," you whispered back, patting her small hand. " he's simply curious about our streams."

A hushed murmur passed through the crowd as they tried to comprehend the Young Wolf’s peculiar question. Lord Walder, from his high seat, let out a puff of irritation. "Is this a jest, Stark?" he asked gruffly.

The Young Wolf looked at him, his eyes hardening. "Not at all," he replied sternly. "In fact, it is rather important."

You noticed the subtle change in his demeanor and felt your heart flutter with anticipation. Robb turned his gaze back to you, the hardness softening once more into a look filled with intent and secret understanding.

"Your rainbow trout seems quite interesting." The Young Wolf finally spoke in his clear voice, echoing through the hall, carrying a message for you alone amongst the throng of confused onlookers. His words were enigmatic and carried an underlying layer of significance that no one but you could decipher.

The corners of your lips curled into an involuntary smile as you met his gaze and nodded subtly. You understood what he was trying to say, what he had so bravely alluded to in front of all your family members.

"And what would such a trout want?" asked Lord Walder impatiently. His sharp gaze pierced through Robb Stark who merely smirked and shrugged lightly.

"That’s for the trout to know," replied the Young Wolf cryptically. Before anyone could question further, he bowed courteously towards Lord Walder and then swept an arm towards you in an elegant gesture. "Perhaps your young lady there can provide me an answer?"

"Walderette?", your father croaked out and raised an eyebrow.

A big rumble went through the hall and you blushed up to your roots, not used to being stared at. This was pressure and you needed to handle it quickly and well - so well that your old, disgusting flea of a father would forget about this instance.

"Yes, Father?" You responded, managing to keep your voice steady, despite the thudding of your heart. Your eyes slipped towards Robb who looked at you encouragingly.

Your father huffed, "You'll entertain The Young Wolf's humor about our trout?"

"Of course, Father," you replied softly, your gaze locked with Robb's. An understanding passed between you two, an assurance that somehow he would make things right.

You then cleared your throat and addressed the hall in a voice far more confident than you felt. "Rainbow trout," you began, glancing at Robb who nodded subtly as if urging you to go on. "Is a delicacy in our rivers. It’s versatile and can thrive in different environments. It can be elusive yet it can be caught if one is patient and diligent."

The room was quiet as everyone watched you curiously. Your father squinted his eyes at you while your younger sister nervously bobbed up and down on her feet. He didn't dare suspect anything, or else your fate would be just the same - being slit open by your family.

"It is very good when smoked and lasts long, and it is easy to transport. It goes well with pickles-"

Lord Walder raised his hand and shrugged. "Yes, Wald... Walderette your name was, right? Rainbow trout is good." He looked at Robb, who gave him a relatively neutral look. "And you are sure you want... her? I have girls with prettier faces, bigger tits and that talk less nonesense."

Robb didn’t flinch under Lord Walder’s crude remarks. Instead, his gaze seemed only to harden, a touch of steel flashing in his eyes as he coolly met the old lord's gaze. "Aye," he said, holding your gaze again with a softness that contrasted sharply with the icy tone he had used for Walder.

"I'm sure." His blue eyes glittered with certainty and warmth. Your heart fluttered, nearly missing a beat at his declaration. To have him, Robb Stark, The Young Wolf, choose you in front of everyone felt as surreal as it was exciting.

Lord Walder grumbled something incoherent under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his high seat. His gaze oscillated between you and Robb before finally settling on the young king with a grudging acceptance. He sighed heavily and grunted out a curt, “Very well.”

A murmur rippled through the hall, turning into excited whispers that echoed around the stone walls. This was unprecedented; a Frey girl chosen to be betrothed to the King in the North!

Your sisters looked at you with wide eyes, surprise and envy coloring their expressions. You could almost feel their piercing stares burrowing into your back, but you didn’t care. Robb had chosen you. And even though this was part of a grand scheme that remained secret from most, an indescribable joy surged within you at being chosen by him.

Robb then leaned slightly towards you, his voice barely audible above the hushed chatter. "I hope I picked the right trout," he murmured to you, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"There is only the one, my King," you reassured him with a small smile and breathed out once everyone went back to their seats - even the women, which gave you the greatest hope of there not being a massacre tonight. "Though if I find out anything that will hurt you or your... uh, friend, I will give you a signal and lots of likeminded trouts will help."

Robb nodded, his gaze fixed on yours. His eyes were the color of a stormy sky - deep, chilling, and deadly if challenged. Without breaking the eye contact, he whispered back, "I am looking forward to seeing what a school of like-minded trouts can do, thoug I hope I shall never feel the need to see them."

A hush fell over the room as Lord Walder straightened in his chair and clapped his hands together sharply. "Enough of these fish conversations," he barked, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "It's time to sit down for the feast. You're to be wed! My grandson shall be a King!"

As the guests began to shuffle towards their seats, you took Robb's arm and led him to the high table alongside Lord Walder and his newest wife. The woman, who was no more than a year older than you, was beautiful in a fragile kind of way. Her honey-coloured hair was bound up intricately with tiny pearls gleaming in between her locks. She shot you an encouraging smile as you both took your seats.

Throughout the feast that ensued, she would lean towards you from time to time, whispering coded words in your ear between bites of her meal or sips of her wine. "Remember," she once whispered casually as she spread some butter on her bread, "the pickles are of a dangerously spicy sort."

"Just the pickles?" You asked just as casually, keeping your gaze focused on your own plate.

She nodded subtly in response before turning her attention back to her own meal.

The night wore on with laughter and merriment filling the air beneath the vaulted ceilings of the hall. Everyone seemed at ease - even Robb appeared more relaxed now. However, underneath the surface, you were still fully ready to run. Your father was everything, but a honest man and nothing could fully guarantee your safety.

As the feast came to a close, Lord Walder rose to his feet with all the grace of a prowling cat despite his advanced years. "May I have your attention!" he bellowed, effectively silencing the chatter throughout the hall. He nodded his approval at the sudden quiet before turning his steely gaze towards you and Robb.

"It seems to me," he began, his voice carrying an uncanny edge that made the hair on your neck stand up. "That we're forgetting one important detail of this evening."

His gaze intensified as he continued, "These two lovebirds are yet to be wed!"

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. You felt Robb stiffen beside you, but your father's newest wife pressed a reassuring hand on your arm. It was, after all, part of their ploy.

A frail old septon shuffled forward from among the crowd. The wrinkles on his face gathered into deep crevices as he smiled warmly at you and Robb. He held out a red silken ribbon - your symbol of unity in this farce of a marriage.

You found yourself whispering vows under his quiet instruction, your voice choked by anticipation and fear while Robb's steady and firm words only added another layer to your pounding heart.

"And now," Walder announced gleefully once you'd both spoken your vows. "Seal it with a kiss."

Robb hesitated for a moment before leaning in, his warm lips brushing against yours in a chaste but lingering kiss. The hall erupted in cheers, and for a fleeting moment, it felt real - like true love had finally found your side, yet you knew that this'd be a farce. But then again, what would a loveless marriage be against dozens of dead innocents?

"Take the lovers away! Undress them!", croaked Walder and grinned implishly as a mass of Frey girls came and picked Robb up. Silencing his prostest with the smallest of nods, you, in turn let yourself be carried by some Stark men.

The crowd of Stark men was like a sea of shadows, each figure blurred into the next by the dim candlelight. The soft murmur of their voices was punctuated by the occasional chuckle or whisper as they carried you away through a labyrinth of stone corridors. The cold, rough-hewn stones beneath your feet were a stark contrast to the warmth and merriment of the feasting hall. The ancient walls echoed with tales of grandeur and battle, each echo ringing in your ears as an ominous forewarning.

With each step, you felt your heart drumming wildly in your chest - this was unchartered territory, a dance with danger and uncertainty. You stole a glance at the jumbled mass of Frey girls disappearing with Robb into another corridor, his eyes locked onto yours for an infinitesimal second before he was swallowed by the throng.

You were ushered up a winding staircase, its spiralling steps leading you to a chamber high above the ground. The door creaked open to reveal a room bathed in soft moonlight. It wasn't chained and barred like the dungeons you'd feared, but rather adorned with silken tapestries depicting intricate hunting scenes.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you entered. The room felt strangely comforting with its high vaulted ceiling and large canopy bed draped in furs. A lone window overlooked rolling meadows bathed in silver moonlight, their serene beauty belying the uncertainty that lay ahead.

The Stark men began to undress you, their roughened hands deft yet respectful on your garments. Your heart pounded in your chest like a wild bird trapped in a cage and only stopped once Robb came into the room, dressed only in a sheet that was held up by your giggling sisters. He quickly excused his men and gave the girls the same, stern look.

"Good night, little fish!", "Have fun!" and "Make sure that you'll make a king tonight!" were their parting words as the filed out, giggling.

The heavy door shut behind them with a reverberating thud that echoed in the silence of the chamber. The echo faded, leaving only your heartbeat to fill the quiet space. You turned to face Robb, his striking blue eyes filled with an uncertainty that mirrored your own. The bronze-toned light of the hearth danced across his features and played in his hair, casting him somewhat divine in your sight.

His broad shoulders lifted and fell in a heavy sigh that seemed to shake the very air around you both. The silence hung between you two like a tangible veil as he slowly approached you.

"We needn't…" he began, his voice gravelly and low – softer than you'd ever heard it. Suddenly, all of his kingly stature seemed to melt away, leaving behind only a boy burdened by expectations.

"I know," you quickly cut in, eager to relieve him of his discomfort. "I could just…" You trailed off, suddenly aware of the crude absurdity of your plan. But you pressed on, forcing out the words as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "... just scratch myself open…"

Robb's gaze flickered downward before snapping back up to meet yours, a horrified look crossing his face.

"I mean... people just want some proof… or else... or else there will be talk... we could pretend…” You stumbled over your words, unable to keep eye contact with him anymore.

A moment passed where only the crackling flames dared break the silence. Then Robb let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly before he met your gaze again.

"You remind me why I chose you for this alliance," he said with a warmth in his voice that took you by surprise, his hand reaching out to gently cup your face. "You're willing to hurt yourself just to protect our farce, and the people we're sworn to protect."

His thumb swept across your cheekbone, drawing a shiver from you. There was honesty in his eyes - a rarity in this world of duplicity and deceit - and it was startling.

"You don't need to do that," Robb continued, the corners of his mouth curling up into a small smile. "We'll find another way. A better way." He let his hand drop, but the warmth lingered on your skin, spreading like wildfire through your body.

"Robb…" You began, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"No need for formalities," he said with a small grin, trying to lighten the mood. "We're married now, remember?"

He was attempting light-hearted banter – an attempt to alleviate the tension hanging thick between you two, and it was surprisingly endearing. Still though, unease crept back into your heart. After all, what other way could there be?

"But they will expect…" You started again.

"We'll be careful," he interrupted once more. "And we'll be smart. Let them think what they will."

A knock resounded at the door then – a single, harsh rap that echoed in the chamber and made both of you jump.

"Shall I pour the wine?" A thin voice floated in through the heavy oak door, belonging to an old servant woman probably sent by Lord Walder himself to see their progress.

"Yes," Robb called back after sharing an understanding glance with you.

The Lady came in and hobbled her way towards a small table, filling two cups with a cheap red wine, one that smelled more like a tincture than a lovely Dornish Red. To add to that, she set down a small dish of pickles. "If you do not manage to do your duties tonight, your Lady sends this dish to bring you back to your senses.

You began to panic slightly and nodded at her, doing your best to mime an innocent. Walking over to the small table, you dismissed her and quickly gave Robb his glass. As soon as the Lady went away again, you stripped and gulped down the beastly drink, positioning yourself on the bed like a bitch in heat.

Robb, for his part, wore a look of sheer surprise as he followed your unceremonious actions with wide eyes. He took a deep breath, setting his own glass down on the table beside him before he turned back to you. His cheeks were flushed a delicate pink - a stark contrast to his usual pale complexion - and he looked almost boyish under the soft candlelight.

"Please," he started, his voice rough in the quiet of the room, "You don't need to do this. Not like this." His gaze was steady and honest as it met yours, and his words tugged at your heartstrings.

But your mind was filled with vivid images of Lady Catelyn's tear-stained face and Rob's pregnant girlfriend - their lives hanging by the thinnest of threads because of you. You swallowed hard, pushing away the comforting warmth of his words. "We can't risk it Robb," you insisted. Your voice wavered despite your best efforts to keep it steady.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his mop of auburn hair. But he made no move to stop you from lying back against the bed – your back cold against the rough fabric beneath you. He looked at you then – really looked at you – taking in your determined expression and your trembling hands.

For a moment, all was silent in the room - save for the crackling flames.

Then, without another word, he began to disrobe himself with an air of solemnity that felt too heavy for the occasion. He moved carefully, meticulously even, stopping momentarily to kick away his modesty sheet before he joined you on the bed.

"Lie on your back, Walderette. I needn't take you like an animal," he whispered solemnly as he made sure to keep his eyes on your face.

His voice was low and gentle, a tender lullaby whispered in the quiet of the night. It was an unexpected sweetness that only made your heart hurt with more force, your guilt gnawing away at you like a starved beast. But you nodded, complying with his request and shifting position, your heart pounding in your chest like a war drum.

A silence descended upon the room as he settled down beside you, his broad form dwarfing yours. His muscled arms propped him up as he leaned over you, his gaze never wavering from your face. You closed your eyes, your breath hitching as you felt the cool touch of his hands against the bare skin of your sides.

He stayed silent as his hands began to wander, their slow and deliberate movements adding an excruciating tension to the silence. He explored without hurry; his fingers ghosting over every rise and fall of your body as if committing it to memory.

You could feel the heat radiating off him – a feverish warmth that made goosebumps rise on your skin. Any other night, under any other circumstances, the feeling would've sent pleasing shivers down your spine.

"I…" you choked out, opening your eyes to find Robb hovering over you. His body pressed against yours in an almost comforting manner but it did nothing to dampen the guilt-ridden fear gnawing at your insides. "I… don't know what I'm doing," you admitted softly.

Robb's eyes darkened slightly at your confession but he gave you a small smile nonetheless. "It's alright," he whispered back reassuringly. "Neither do I, really. I've never... had to... take someone."

You blushed and gave him a shy smile. "I am not completely against it. Just... do whatever needs to be done and if we will not manage to create an heir, I am sure we will be able to do this... everything, under better circumtances."

“Are you sure about this?” he asked again, his voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes met yours, the steady gaze filled with an equal measure of fear and determination.

"Yes," you answered just as softly, your heart pounding in your chest. Despite your fear and uncertainty, you knew there was no other option. The lives of those you cared for were at stake. This was a small price to pay for their safety.

Robb nodded, his face a solemn mask. His eyes held yours, a lingering connection in the quiet room. He moved closer, laying his body against yours in a slow, deliberate manner. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the rapid beats of his heart echoing your own.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, and you complied without question. His lips found yours then, a tender kiss that tasted of wine and apprehension. His lips moved against yours gently, coaxing you into a rhythm that was as haunting as it was comforting.

His hands moved up your sides, skimming past the sensitive skin of your torso to rest at the sides of your face. He pulled back slightly from the kiss, his breath warm against your cheek as he began to whisper words meant only for you. They were soft promises of safety and care; sweet nothings that melted your worries away like morning fog under the sun's rays.

In spite of the circumstances, the tension in the room dissipated at his gentle ministrations. Your body relaxed under his touch, fear and uncertainty replaced with a sense of security.

Then he was moving again, inch by agonizing inch. The heat of him was all-encompassing now; a comforting weight pressing down on you with each passing moment. You let out a gasp when he finally pushed forward – a soft sound drowned out by the crackling fire and rustle of fabric.

It was not painful nor pleasurable - merely an odd discomfort that became more bearable as Robb began to move with slow rhythm, whispering soothing words into your ear. His hands never left your body – one rested on the small of your back, the other cradling your face. His thumb stroked your cheekbone in small circles, drawing out a soothing pattern that almost lulled you into a trance.

The room had become warmer, or maybe it was just the heat radiating from Robb — every inch of his bare skin touching yours, filling your senses with his presence. You clung to him, hands clenched on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh as he moved with quiet determination. You kept your eyes closed, taking in every sensation, every small sound he made as time stretched thin between each heartbeat.

He smelled of wood smoke and winter air. A hint of the strong drink you both had shared still lingered on his breath mixed with the warm scent of his skin. Each breath he drew was a low sigh against your ear, a soft symphony playing under the rustle of linen and crackle of fire.

His movements remained slow and deliberate — no rush, no urgency. He was careful with you, maintaining a rhythm that was mindful and tender. His touch was gentle but firm, holding you close yet giving you space to breathe. His lips found your forehead once more, pressing a soft kiss there.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly once again, pulling back slightly to look at you. His voice was barely audible over the slow rhythm of his body and your combined breaths.

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes held an intense mixture of concern and uncertainty, but also a strange form of peace, as if in this moment he had found some sense of purpose.

"I... am," you answered truthfully – Your body was tingling from the strange experience but there was no pain or discomfort anymore - only an odd sense of warmth... and maybe even something akin to contentment.

His gaze held yours, his expression softening at your words. A sigh of relief escaped him as he lowered his lips to meet yours again. His kiss was languid, unhurried, a complete contradiction to the rapid beating of your hearts.

He whispered your name between soft kisses and gentle touches, turning it into a sweet lullaby that danced with the crackling flames in the hearth.

Gradually, your world shrunk until it was made up of Robb alone—the rhythm of his breaths matching your own, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, and his whispered words filling the silence. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly; seconds turning into minutes and minutes into hours as you lost yourself in him.

When he finally pulled back after depositing his hot spend in you, it was slow and deliberate. You felt a pang of loss as the warmth of his body disappeared only to be replaced by the cool air of the room. His fingers lingered on your skin for a moment longer before he moved them away too. He didn’t look at you as he rolled onto his side, putting some distance between you two.

It was understandable, you thought to yourself. His true love was outside, in th tents, worrying about her lover, the father of her babe.

For a long while, there was only silence in the room. You could still hear the faint sounds of Robb's steady breathing and feel his warmth beside you, but there was a sense of melancholy in the air that you couldn’t ignore.

The embers from the fire were slowly dying out and you knew that dawn was approaching; still, neither of you made any attempt to speak or move.

Eventually, Robb broke the silence, "I'm sorry..." His voice was barely audible over the dying embers. He turned towards you again, worry etched on his face, quickly wrapping the towel around himself.

"I don't know why I did that... I shouldn't have..."

His words hung in the air, heavy with regret. You turned your gaze to him, seeing the anguish painted across his face. The light from the dying fire cast a soft glow on his features, emphasizing the shadows of guilt etched deep within his eyes.

"It's okay..." you whispered, laying a hand gently on his arm. "It was necessary."

But even as the words left your lips, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. You were both trapped in a situation neither of you wanted to be in. Each decision made out of obligation, not desire. It was a cruel reality, one that seemed determined to tear you both apart.

He looked at you then, his eyes searching yours for any sign of resentment or pain. When he found none, he let out a sigh, heavy with relief.

"I wish things were different," he said after a long silence, his voice barely audible over the crackling embers. "I wish we could choose our own paths."

You chewed your lower lip, contemplating his words. You knew what he meant. Your lives were dictated by forces beyond your control-- duty, responsibility and a looming war that threatened everything you held dear.

"We can't change what's already happened," you said quietly, meeting his gaze. "All we can do is move forward and make the best of what we have."

He nodded at your words although his expression remained pained. He reached out to take your hand into his own larger one and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, getting up and handing you your dress.

"No, thank you, my King," you said with a small smile. "Let us leave this horrid place."

[countrymusiclover]

The Last Velaryon

Haelesa is the last daughter of the Velaryon tree, and her house is in danger of dying out. So her father decides to convince Tywin to make her and Jaime wed. Yet when she rides North with the royal family, she can't help but fall for the young wolf Robb Stark.

1 - The Arrangement

2 - Swords and Winterfell

3 - The Feast pt 1

4 - The Feast pt 2

5 - The Wedding I Didn’t Choose

6 - Revealing Letters

7 - The Waring Battlefield

8 - The Truth of Jaime Lannister

9 -

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Comments / reblogged thoughts really appreciated ❤️

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons

[ladyviserra]

telling robb stark you are pregnant

A/n: Let's leave the war alone for a bit, ok...

Before either of you knew of the joy you were to have, Greywind did

That direwolf would stand in front of you, not letting Robb to touch you, leaving you both confused

Then you figure out you haven't bleed in a while and the thought popped in your mind

Everything your mother told you about being pregnant was slowly becoming real

You saw how your stomach grew

When you told him, he was so happy

His face would light up and a smile played on his face

" You are? " " Oh my, Y/n we will be parents. "

He would tell his family about it, getting congrats and excited cheers

Theon would be a big tease about it, asking you some uncomfortable questions which you got used to from before so it didn't affect you

Robb was more protective over you, telling his best friend to stop it and how it's no place for him to know those things

" I will find that out from you or kid. " If he couldn't tease you, Robb was his victim.

He didn't mind it, the joy of knowing he will be a father were too big for him to even care what Theon was saying.

[thebiggerbear]

Robb Stark Masterlist

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dividers by @firefly-graphics

[galacticwildfire]

The Storm Queen

Four

Cassana arrives at Winterfell and meets her betrothed, becoming more taken with him than she could have ever anticipated, while Robb quickly tries to learn how to court her properly until his fairytale is dimmed by Ned's warning of her family and their involvement in Jon Arryn's murder.

Word Count: 5.3k

Tags/warnings; arranged marriage, drinking, lots of fluff here, young love, cersei, drinking, no real warnings here, more suspicion coming into play

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Cassana

It's not long before the feast becomes drunken and rowdy but I only find myself feeling more at home.

"It's not too much?" Robb asks as he looks around the room and I can't help but laugh.

"No, not at all," I smile to myself as I sip my wine.

"Are you allowed to drink so much?" he asks and for a moment I'm slightly offended until he glances at my mother who's watching and I realise that he's asking out of fear of my mother rather than his own concern.

"It's quite alright," I laugh dismissingly. "My drinking habits come from my parents, and tonight is a night to celebrate."

I raise my glass and he raises his as well.

"Indeed it is."

We both take a drink while maintaining eye contact and I don't know if it's the drink or something else but I can't ignore the fluttery feeling in my stomach. Something that I've read of but have never actually felt before.

Until now.

We're interrupted by a man perhaps just a little bit older than Robb who asks "Are you going to introduce me?"

"Cassana this is my fathers' ward Theon-"

"Greyjoy," I finish knowing very well who he is and why he is here, but I know my Father openly despises the Greyjoy's but I've never been one to support prejudice. Yet as I look at him I'm even more grateful father betrothed me to Robb instead of Theon as the council has recommended. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Theon just laughs "Sure it is." He slaps Robb on the back. "I'm going to find some stronger ale."

He leaves as abruptly as he came and Robb looks somewhat embarrassed. "Theon is like a brother to me."

"Ah," I realise, if Robb has taken the Greyjoy as his brother instead of his prisoner then that says what kind of a man he is, what kind of heart he has. "Well, I suppose I'm going to become well acquainted with him then."

"I know he's a Greyjoy but he's a good lad."

I put my hand assuringly over Robbs. "I'm sure he is," I say lightheartedly. "Don't worry I'm not my father, I won't go marching around with a giant hammer ranting about the Greyjoy's."

He laughs and with the liquor in me I stroke the side of his hand, if I want to see more of his heart then the best chance is to see how he is with those he loves. "Introduce me to whoever is important to you, there's no better place than a feast."

For a moment he looks surprised then his eyes soften into something akin to adoration. Taking my hand in his he guides me over towards the back of the room towards his father and he hugs an unfamiliar man who is talking to Ned.

"Uncle Benjen," Robb grins and I realise that he must be the Stark who joined the Night's Watch.

"Look at you, you're a man now," Benjen says patting Robb on the back, a common sign of affection among the men here. "You're even getting married."

"Uncle Benjen this is Princess Cassana," Robb says introducing me proudly.

"Princess," Benjen says nodding his head respectfully.

"You are a man of the Night's Watch?" I ask equally respectfully. It's no secret amongst the council that the Night's Watch is run down and they only see it as a place to send criminals however I know the history of it.

There are far too many maesters reports of the Long Night to laugh at the idea that the creatures beyond the wall are mere stories, but no matter what anyone believes they are certainly needed to protect from Wildling invasions.

"I am, if you have your Fathers ear we could use some more men."

"I'll speak to my Father," I promise him, when in reality it's the council I'll speak to considering they'll actually act, unlike my father. "I'm sure there's plenty of men in the Black Cells that can be delivered to the Wall."

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my Father drunk with an equally drunk woman in his lap.

"Your Grace please excuse us," Ned says guiding his brother away, most likely for Nights Watch business.

My fathers' laughter echoing through the hall makes me cringe as he so openly disgraces my mother and himself. As king, he can do whatever he likes, even so, if I was ever king I would never disgrace myself in such a manner.

I clear my throat. "Robb, can we get some air?"

"Of course," he says and with his hand on my back he guides me out of the hall.

When we're outside in the cool air his hand slides down to my waist and remains there as he asks "Are you alright?"

I decide to laugh it off. "I'm fine, I'd just rather not watch my father carry on like he is."

"Well," he says awkwardly "I wouldn't want to see my father like that either."

"Your father is an honourable man Robb, surely you're in no danger of seeing that."

"But he still managed to father a bastard," a voice interrupts and we turn to see a black-haired man wielding a sword.

For a moment I'm shocked anyone would say such a thing to Ned's son and wonder if I'm about to witness a fight until I see the warm smile they give each other and realise who he must be. The bastard my father once mentioned.

"Who is my favourite brother," Robb finishes. "Jon this is the princess Cassana, Cassana this is my brother Jon Snow."

"Princess," Jon says politely but I can detect a hint of hostility in his voice that Robb doesn't pick up on.

"I didn't see you at the feast?" I ask and he almost looks amused.

"Lady Stark thought it might offend the royal family to have a bastard seating in their midst," he comments bitterly and now that hostility makes sense.

"Jon-" Robb warns but I wave off his concern, it's no wonder Jon's offended.

"No it's alright," I assure Robb and turn to look at the black-haired man who must be almost the same age as Robb, there could only be mere months between them at most. "And the only bastard that offends the royal family is my brother Joffrey."

His eyebrows raise in surprise and his demeanour changes completely as a hearty laugh escapes him "Well I can't argue with that."

Robb laughs in agreement and it seems that word of that little prick has spread all the way to the North. I'm unsurprised. He is infamous for his... I don't even know what to call it. Developing sadism?

"Come inside with us," I offer but Jon just laughs off the suggestion. "Please, I insist."

He seems like a decent man, just like Robb, however far quieter in nature, solemn even. Then again as a bastard that probably would have been expected of him. Regardless, he should be seated with his family.

"You might not mind but Lady Stark will," Jon says and I look up at Robb in confusion only to find his eyes on the ground.

"Robb?"

He looks at me and explains "My mother as you may understand is not so fond of Jon, she made the point that she wouldn't have him there in sight of the royal family."

As a woman, I can certainly understand her offence but it's hardly like Jon chose this life for himself.

"Nonsense," I dismiss. "If you get into trouble I'll happily tell her it was by my request, now come on inside. I don't know about you two Northerners but it's freezing."

Robb gives me a thankful look and Jon wears a small smile as we go to return inside the hall but a familiar figure appears.

"Uncle Tyrion," I grin, glad to have a familiar face who isn't drunk or angry. "I missed you earlier."

"It seems you've been occupied," he teases as he walks over with the usual glass of wine in hand "So is this your fiancé?"

Robb clears his throat "Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tyrion."

I note the lack of warmth in his voice. One thing I am quickly coming to realise is that Lannisters are not as welcome in the North as I had previously thought.

And Robb's apparent apprehension is something I had also not anticipated, something that indeed rubs me the wrong way.

Yet more than anything else it confuses me.

Why is there any apprehension towards my family at all?

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Robb

Cassana goes oddly quiet as I address Tyrion Lannister.

I don't know why Aunt Lysa doesn't trust them or why my father is suspicious of them but if any Lannisters are likely to be up to anything it would be the imp and the queen from what I've gathered.

Cassana however seems strangely fonder of the dwarf than any of the others.

"I'm sure it is a pleasure," he says glancing at Cassana who looks displeased.

"Well, Tyrion is my favourite uncle," she says to me almost defensively despite the smile on her face and I realise she might have picked up on my apprehension towards him.

"I wasn't aware," I laugh nervously feeling the tension in the air.

"Well, you two hardly know each other yet," Tyrion interrupts and the reminder is harsh. "But that will change in time."

"Of course," she says holding onto my arm with kind eyes and I'm glad I haven't caused offence. "I've enjoyed getting to know everybody here tonight."

"All sorts of people I see," he comments.

It's then I become aware Jon still stands with us. No other royal, or even a noble lady, would invite a bastard to a royal feast, let alone insist on it.

Everyone knows about the Greyjoy rebellion and that Theon isn't here as a guest, I was worried about how she may react but she had no prejudice against him and even now with Jon, she makes it very clear that she doesn't care what he is. Or if she does she doesn't let it show.

Even more interestingly she even seems to be against the Lannisters with how she speaks about her brother and mother.

These are things I'll have to tell my father to put him at ease. I still don't know what he's suspicious of but I'm sure I'll find out.

"I haven't seen you since you decided to see what the North had to offer, did you get lost on your way here?" Cassana jokes with him fondly and from the look in his eyes, he is also fond of her.

"I'm surprised you noticed," he comments as he turns his attention to me. "You seem to have been kept occupied."

Even in just the moonlight, I can see her cheeks turn a shade redder and it's only then I realise that mine have as well.

"Well it certainly has been an eventful day," she says as she glances at me but Tyrion looks between us, oddly protective of her.

"So you are the man who will be marrying my beloved niece," he says as he looks me carefully in the eye.

"He is," she says as she looks up at me "I believe my father found me a good match."

"I hope so," he says never looking away from me "Cassana your mother is asking for you, why don't you see what she wants while I become acquainted with my future nephew."

Only then I realise that by marrying her I won't be joining with just house Baratheon but also house Lannister. Perhaps that's why father is apprehensive.

She sighs heavily then squeezes my arm "I'll be back," she promises then says to Tyrion "Don't torment him."

"I won't," he promises with a wink and I look to Jon for help. "I believe I've already spoken with your brother."

Cassana looks a little alarmed and asks Jon "Will you escort me back inside?"

I'm surprised by the request, as is he. He seems stunned before clearing his throat and accepting. "Of course your grace."

They start walking away and I hear her whisper. "If you wouldn't mind I'd rather take the long way back to the hall."

And I realise I'm not the only one who's afraid of the queen. But I may be the only one who's afraid of her uncle.

"I suppose this isn't just small talk?" I gather and he almost looks impressed.

"Smart boy," he praises "I don't mean to scare you-"

"I'm not scared," I immediately reply and he looks amused.

"Perhaps you should be," he says as he looks me up and down with the same analytical look Cassana gave me when we first met "You are marrying the princess of the Seven Kingdoms, she is an heir to the throne."

I stare at him in confusion "Yes but she's a woman?"

"She is but out of all her siblings she has always been the best fit to rule," he begins, choosing each word carefully. "She always wanted it. She has her mothers charms and acts like a lovely lady who is happy to be the wife of a Lord, and to a degree that is true but she is not a lady, she is a princess and a Baratheon of Storms End."

I know very well what she is and I gathered from our conversation earlier that she wished she could fill her fathers' shows but he's only confusing me. It almost sounds as if he is warning me.

"I don't understand why you're telling me this?"

"Well remember that you've only just met her. She has a good heart, considering who her mother is I don't know how her heart ended up so good but she is also ambitious. You can thank our good king Robert for that," he says taking a long drink. "My family is a complicated one, my father loathes all of us children for different reasons however he does seem to like Cassana but she doesn't like him for many reasons, she also loathes her mother and Cersei hates me but-"

"Your point?" I interrupt and he clears his throat.

"Right back to my point, us Lannister's may despise each other but we also protect each other. Cersei would burn the world down for her children. I love my niece and I want her to be happy here but you must understand that for her entire life she has wanted to succeed her father. She wants to be more than just a princess or a lady. She won't sit idly by forever, she'll be harder to please than most women."

Finally, I understand. When he finally boils down to his point he just wants her to be happy. Perhaps he isn't as bad as I had thought. I certainly haven't had anyone else in her family come and speak to me as he has.

"How do I make her happy?" I ask knowing that I won't get a better answer from anyone else "If she's as complicated as you're making her sound then what do I do?"

I know my father did what he could to make my mother happy here, well except for coming home with Jon, but other than that he tried to make her feel welcome.

Tyrion smiles a little and I can see approval in his eyes. "Well, she's always felt suffocated as a princess. Not by expectations or pressure, she could always handle that without a problem but she wanted freedom, control over herself. She has always wanted to express her opinions, actually have a hand in the politics and the ruling part of being royal, unlike her father. She's always wanted to ride and hunt and do all of that as he does but Cersei wouldn't allow it. She wants to be free and well the North is a wild country," he says and as he realises that his glass is empty I know this conversation is coming to an end so he sums it up "If you want her to be happy let her be free."

It seems like such a stupid thing to say. To let her be free. I wouldn't own her, I wouldn't want to control her but I know things are different in the south. Even here in the North, I can see how Sansa is making herself into a proper lady as she believes she should be and how Arya struggles to conform with that idea. I can't imagine what that pressure must be like for a princess. I don't want her to have to pretend around me, I want to see who she is, who she really is.

"I want to be a good husband and I want to make her happy," I promise him. Seeing her smile and the life in her eyes affects me in a way I never expected, all I know is that I want her to be happy.

"Good," he says satisfied. "She was hesitant about this arrangement but she seems quite taken by you already."

"Really?" I ask as my cheeks go warm again.

She's taken my breath away more today than any woman ever has and as I expected already everything has changed. Although she's being playful and trying to get to know me I hadn't known how she truly feels. If she feels as I do.

"She is and she happens to be a good judge of character, as am I," he says seeming content. "I look forward to the wedding."

As he wanders I know that tonight is the night to make my impression on her. To show her the man I am, the man I will be for her.

~

Cassana

Jon walks beside me back to the hall.

Well, the longest way possible. I'd rather make small talk with him than confront my mother.

"You know you don't have to invite me in," he says anxiously now that we're alone. "Robb loves his mother Lady Stark but well..."

"Mother's can be difficult," I finish as I find myself walking slower knowing what awaits.

"Even yours?" he questions and I find myself laughing in amusement and dread.

"Especially. I'll admit, sometimes I feel like the bastard amongst my own family. It's why Tyrion and I are so close."

"You feel like a bastard?" he scoffs and I notice the bitterness in him at the word. The hatred for it.

"My mother hates my father, despises him and everything to do with him," I find myself confessing as it is common knowledge by now. "And here I am. The Baratheon girl amongst all these blonde Lannisters. The odd one out. Not quite Lannister enough for her, and too much a Lannister for the rest of the Baratheons. But I do not complain, I am a princess, far more fortunate than most. I could never presume to understand what it must be like to be a true bastard, how you must be treated by both strangers and those closest to you, but I can understand what it is like to be seen as one in the eyes of a mother. There is nothing worse."

"Aye," he agrees and he's quiet for a long moment, considering what I've said. "Your uncle Tyrion, when he spoke to me earlier he said to never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not, wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you."

I find myself surprised by Tyrion approaching Jon but then again Tyrion is much like myself when deciding who to speak to. "It is good advice. He's my favourite uncle, probably the smartest man I've ever met. He seeks knowledge, understanding. He finds himself engaged in conversation with people from all walks of life. Especially those who are shunned by society as he is."

"Well it seems he's taught you a great deal," he says and I can hear genuine respect in his voice. "It's not every day a princess treats a bastard as highly as you do."

His words do sadden me to a degree, his treatment by Lady Stark. Just as Tyrion's treatment by the rest of my family saddens me. Being treated as less solely due to his birth despite having the same upbringing as his siblings.

"A persons birth should not affect the respect they are entitled to," I tell him. "Whether they be a dwarf or a bastard. I've always believed a person should be judged by their character rather than birth."

He looks at me in complete awe. While my opinions are simply humane and logical I know they are very rare.

"I can see why Robb likes you now," he says and I'm curious. "He said you were different but I never realised how much. It's certainly not every day someone says a prince is more of a bastard than an actual bastard."

"Trust me I've called him far worse," I say and he laughs. "Families are complicated, to say the least."

"So is that why you've gotten me to take you the long way back, because you don't want to speak to your mother?" he asks and I begin to realise he's more perceptive than the average man to say the least.

"Let's just say she didn't know about the betrothal until a few hours ago."

"Ah," he realises. "I can't blame you then, I don't want to cause any offence but she seems a little-"

"Terrifying? Overbearing? Yes. She is."

He chuckles. "I'd imagine you'd be glad to get away then."

We come to stand outside the door to the hall and I can feel the warmth. "Well, I'll certainly be glad to get away once she's finished with me."

"Aye, well if it helps Lady Stark won't be happy with me either once she catches me talking to you."

"Well if my mother is offended by any of you Starks it's by your brother," I assure him knowing which one she wants to murder. "You're the last person that would cause offence."

The corner of his lip curls up and it's only in that moment of silence I realise how easy it is to speak to him while I'm still fretting over almost every word Robb and I exchange.

I was under no obligation to like  Jon, or even speak to him really, and he was under none to like me. He certainly doesn't have a filter and perhaps that's what's put me at ease, the fact I know he means everything he says.

The fact he looks at me with genuine respect.

"We best go inside," he suggests and so I reluctantly enter.

We stand at the back entrance and if I could hide behind him I would but it's a little difficult considering we stand at nearly the same height.

"You'll be fine," Jon tries to assure me but I'm not the only one hiding. It's clear he's trying to avoid Catelyns gaze as well.

My mother doesn't spot us but I notice Ned and Benjen looking at us and talking in hushed voices.

For a moment I'm worried I've gotten Jon into trouble but they aren't angry, if anything they look saddened but I don't know why.

Yet I swear as I pass by I hear her name mentioned.

Lyanna.

The woman who has haunted my father for seventeen years.

Her memory likely being another reason my mother looks so cold as I approach her.

"Mother," I greet as I'm summoned to where she sits with Robbs mother. "Lady Stark."

"Princess Cassana," Catelyn also greets, nodding her head respectfully. "How are you enjoying the feast?"

"Very well," I smile. "Robb has been introducing me to people."

"I was hoping he would," she says seeming relieved. "I remember when Ned brought me up here for the first time, I was terrified."

"Well I was nervous but I'm already beginning to feel at home," I say truthfully much to my mother's displeasure. "Robb has been showing me around Winterfell and I think I'll be very happy here. You raised a good man Lady Stark."

"I'm glad," she smiles warmly "That's really all you can hope for as a mother."

As I look to my own mother who is watching Joffrey mock one of the serving girls I know that she can't relate, however she still nods her head "Indeed."

"You summoned me?" I ask her and through her polite facade I can see the betrayal underneath, she knows that I knew.

"Yes, I was rather surprised to hear of your betrothal," she says stiffly. "It seems your Father told everyone except for me."

"Well, Father says it's been finalised," I say as I notice Catelyn suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "And I am looking forward to the wedding."

"Is that so?" Mother asks. "Most brides are terrified before their wedding, I know I was."

"Well I believe father made a good match," I tell her and I see her struggling not to snap, for once she is not in control. "In fact, I believe Uncle Tyrion is talking to Robb so he'll be able to attest to that."

My mother looks me in the eye and it's what it always has been with us. A power struggle.

"Actually I think Robb's just come inside," Catelyn says breaking the tension.

"Perfect," Mother smiles fakely "I can finally meet my future son in law."

Although her voice is chirpy I can hear the bitter disdain hidden in it. She doesn't want to let me go. She wants to keep her claws buried in me.

"I'll get him," I smile knowing how to keep up appearances just as well as she does.

Robb's chatting to Theon and Jon when I find him.

"Robb, you're back," I smile as I wrap my hand around his arm. "My mother would like to be formally introduced."

Theon snickers under his breath while Jon gives me a knowing look and I know which of the two I like best.

"Should I be afraid?" Robb asks rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Very," I answer taking his arm to guide him over and as he blinks at me I can tell that's not the answer he expected. "You should know that I'm nothing if not honest."

Well, occasionally.

"Well at least I got a warning," he comments as we approach where they are seated.

"Your Grace, this is my eldest son Robb," Catelyn introduces while my mother glares at him.

"And this is my mother," I continue "The Queen."

My mother watches him silently, waiting for him to speak first. He nervously clears his throat but his voice is nothing but confident when he finally speaks.

"Your Grace it is a pleasure to meet you and to be betrothed to your daughter."

"Is it?" she asks and I know that she's going to torture the poor man. Perhaps I should have let Tyrion do it properly as a trial run. "Most men are quite nervous or even apprehensive when it comes to their future brides."

I can tell what she is doing. She is trying to inflict doubt in him, and in me. She has always played mind games.

"Not at all," he immediately replies and as I look at his expression I realise that he isn't blind, he can tell what she is doing. He watches me as I lean in closer to him "I look forward to our wedding."

"As do I," I smile and watch her eyes burn.

Any doubts about him disappear before they can arise. Barely knowing me he still stands with me before my mother as a united front. Catelyn is taken by surprise by our sudden affection but as she glances between my mother and I, realisation dawns in her.

"It will be lovely," Catelyn smiles and my mother nods her head while grasping her glass slightly tighter.

"Indeed," she agrees painfully.

"Now if you will excuse us," I say politely taking the first chance to remove ourselves from this conversion. They nod their heads and I guide Robb away from them.

"I understand what you meant about your mother now," he comments when we are out of earshot.

"And everyone in Kings Landing is just like her and worse," I say bitterly "Can you see why I always wanted to live in the Stormlands?"

"Indeed I can," he says and once we are somewhere private he stops and to my surprise takes my hands in his. "But you're in the North now and her opinion won't matter, you won't have to deal with her or any of that up here. I want to be a good husband to you and an honourable man."

As I gaze into his blue eyes I wonder just how I came to be so lucky. I almost can't believe it. Most men wouldn't give a damn what their betrothed thought of them. Robb knows that whether we like it or not we will be wed but he still wants to court me.

"I truly believe you will be," I smile and I've never meant any words more. "I hope I can be a good wife."

His smile matches mine. "I'm sure you will be." His thumb strokes the back of my hand as he adds "Your uncle had quite a conversation with me."

"He didn't torment you I hope?" I ask knowing what Tyrion can be like. Mind games and manipulation are Lannister traits. At least he isn't cruel like my mother.

"Only a little," he chuckles before his expression turns more serious "He just wanted to know that I'd treat you well, it's rare to see someone like him show so much concern for his niece."

I smile to myself. "Well he is protective, to say we are close would be an understatement. I love him dearly."

His hands tighten around mine I realise he isn't finished. "He certainly likes to talk and what he made clear is that there are no other women like you. You are a princess and while I can't give you a crown I can give you a good home, a loving family and a husband who will treat you honourably. I can only hope that you'll be happy here."

Tears burn in my eyes as my heart becomes overwhelmed.  No one in my entire life has ever had such pure intentions for me. No one, never.

"Are you alright?" he asks as he caresses the side of my cheek and although my eyes are teary I smile brighter than I ever have before.

I place my hand over his and look up into his eyes "I will be very, very happy here Robb."

And just like that everything has changed.

A good home and a loving family is what I have always wanted. My father and mother love me in their own ways, uncle Renly is kind, Jaime is protective in his own way and Tyrion has always been loving so I have had love in my life but we were never a family.

They all despise each other, even if they love me how could we possibly be a family?

Then I look at Robbs family, there is so much love amongst them it almost doesn't make sense to me. It wasn't something I thought I could ever have and yet here is a man offering me a good family, a good home and to care for me as no one ever has which is more than I ever could have asked for.

He smiles brightly and as I look into his eyes I still cannot believe it. That this man I was so opposed to marrying is making me feel this.

And it terrifies me.

It terrifies me because I know that I might fall in love with him.

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[dearsnow]

For the event…..I adore Robb Stark and the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift always reminds me of his marriage but backwards lol. A drabble with that would be too cool.

THE SIREN’S SONG EVENT -

(music from the soul)

robb stark x “ivy” (taylor swift)

You are promised to another, and that fact never stops pressing down on your shoulders. It’s suffocating like black smog and oppressively hot, similar to what you imagine the weather in Dorne to be. As you stare at your reflection, draped in gold and all the fine things money can buy, you begin to hate it.

It’s Robb you love. Him, and his stubborn, honorable self. Not some noble from another house your father picked out for you. They can have your hand, but never your heart.

You must look crazy sitting by a pond in your wedding getup, drearily tracing circles in the surface of the water, but you don’t care. All you care about is the man sitting next to you, looking just as bleak.

He’s never been one for secret affairs. He would despise being your “other man”, that you know for certain. He surely blames himself for letting it go this far, though he tried to stop it. Pleading with your father, offering his own hand, outright making plans to fight your suitor- all of it was for nothing. You are going to get married to someone who is not him, and he can’t stand it.

“Let’s run away. You and me and the wilds.” He says, picking at a blade of grass. You look so beautiful in your jewels that for a small moment, he truly believes it’s him you’re marrying.

“If only.” You sigh. “It’s never that simple. We have duties, you and I. Politics and such. I’m sure you’re to be married off soon as well- what we have, had, in any case, was bound to lose to the whims of time.” His reflection ripples up next to yours as he takes your hand in his.

The wind distorts your images, but you can see his eyes clear as day. They burn with the blaze of a thousand determined fireflies. “Just for a few days. ‘Til I can convince your father not to kill me, and you can convince mine the same. It may be our duty, but Gods be damned if I’m not willing to give up any duty for you.”

You’re hesitant, stomach twisting with the thought of ruining the agreement between your family and the other’s, but your heart yearns for Robb.

“Okay. Alright, let’s do it.” The words leave your mouth before you can think about it too hard. Thinking about it would just make you say no, which is the last thing your soul wants to do.

You lean back against his chest. “Let’s run.”

He places a small kiss on the top of your head, facial hair tickling you just a bit. “Perfect.”

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Getting into an argument with Robb Stark and making up would include...

what and how you argue with robb most definitely depends on how long you've known him and what your status is

but the general theme would almost always be robb wanting to protect you and you thinking he's overreacting

like if you didn't know him that well and were of lower status, of course you would be much less likely to speak your mind

he was king of the north of course, from the stark family, there was protocol to follow

protocol being: keep your mouth shut and do as your told

but overtime as you became closer and more comfortable with him (or if you were childhood friends) you best believe this man would get an earfull

because yes this man is great in battle but my god can he make some daft decisions

the first time you raise your voice at him he literally takes a good 30 seconds to process it

it was after he'd run into a battle and attempted to sacrifice himself in his usual stark way

and he is so used to you being all sweet and gentle and now you're glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns

'well? do not just stand there and gawk at me! what do you have to say for yourself!'

'did you just call me a fool?'

'yes and do not make me repeat myself'

'i'm just more shocked at the use of the word 'fool' that's all'

'would you prefer fucking idiot then?'

after the shock finally seeps away he straightens up and fires straight back at you

because he is robb stark of winterfell and he will choose to do what he pleases when he pleases

and then he sees the way your tears well up and your voice cracks when you admit you can't bare to lose him

and he knows he should concede and apologise but he just can't do it

and by the time he realises his error you're out the door in tears and it's too late

you manage to avoid him for a good few weeks after that

which robb secretly finds quite impressive

until eventually he bribes one of your friends to tell him where you are

and when he finally corners you he can see you're preparing yourself for round 2

but the anger seeps from you immediately when he brings out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back

and a soft confession that he's completely in love with you doesn't hurt to achieve your forgiveness

and once you're together or married your fights are quite infrequent

there's the occasional squabble or lighthearted snapping if you're both grumpy

and you don't hesitate to tell him to pull his head in when you can tell he's jealous

which happens more often than you would think

'seven hells robb he didn't do anything!'

'i didn't like the way he looked at you'

'he was probably looking at the direwolf sitting at my lap'

robb has the tendency to pout too

which is not something most people would expect

if you know it was your fault, it doesn't take much to break him out of it

a pout of your bottom lip and the biggest baby eyes you can muster as you crawl onto his lap usually does the trick

because it is impossible for this man to stay mad at you for long

if he's done something stupid, like be jealous, some flowers or breakfast in bed is usually all it takes for your resolve to crumble

and he knows the second it does because you shake your head as a smile starts to spread across your lips

which makes him grin as he jumps on top of you and begins to pepper your face with kisses

'you're a fucking idiot robb stark'

'i know'

the big blow ups between you usually involve something to do with his family or whatever political war is going on

and they can get ugly because both of you have a temper and a damn strong will

like to the point the guards outside your chambers will exchange glances because your shouts are echoing through the castle

and it's always about one of you wanting to do something brave and stupid

but god can it lead to great angry sex

like bed breaking, cup and dish shattering when robb shoves everything off his desk type of good

and then the guards are glancing at eachother again because your growls and moans are bouncing off the walls

you both have learnt that sweating your rage out in this way is both satisfying and productive

and then you inevitably lie in bed, panting and tangled in each others arms, realising how stupid your fight had been

i love yous and i'm sorrys are whispered and loving kisses are exchanged

and then passionate and loving make up sex always follows

no matter what you fight about, it never lasts long

you both know that you are stronger together

a united front, a force to be reckoned with

an unbreakable bond

saying all that though... do you occasionally do things to make him jealous?

maybe....

but hey, you would to if you'd had sex with a jealous robb stark before

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Feast of the Wolves

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!werewolf!reader

Warning: jealousy, Cersei, angst, forbidden love

Summary: The King travels to the North.

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The caravan of the king rolled into the courtyard of Winterfell. All Stark’s and their staff stood outside waiting for the King and his family to excite the carriages. You stood in the back in between Jon and Theon. You wanted to ask him who was who but were too scared to murmur anything. Jon felt your questions and pointed out every person he knew. You nodded along as the royal family stepped onto the muddy ground.

You saw the disdain in the queen’s eyes. Her gaze swept over Winterfell. Disgust was clearly written in her features and oozed out of every pore in her body. You felt rage cursing through your body. Your northern pride is being hurt by her disdainful look.

The king greeted his old friend. Ned introduces everyone in his family to him, including Jon, Theon, and yourself. You felt the eyes of King Robert ogle you like you were meat in front of a starving man. You shivered and shrunk back in yourself. Jon, who saw the king's gaze on you, stepped lightly before you. He knew his brother was fuming on the inside but had to keep his composure in front of the royal family. You smiled softly at the gesture and thanked him with a squeeze of his hands.

The king turned to the head of Winterfell and requested to see the tomb where Lyanna, Ned beloved younger sister, was laid to rest. Ned told his wife to lead the rest of the quest inside and show them to their rooms while he visited his sister's grave with his grieving friend.

As you followed your new friends into the building you felt a small tug on your hand. You looked down and saw the familiar hand of the young wolf. He pulled you with him into a side corridor where he pulled you deep into his chest. “Are you fine, my lady?”

The sudden and fast movement surprised you. Your body tried to balance out the manhandling. Your hands were splayed out on Robb’s chest. Your front pressed into his. You looked up at his concerned face with wide eyes. “I am fine, my lord. We should get inside. It isn’t proper for us to be alone together.”

As you pulled away Robb felt the warmth he felt when you were pressed to his chest leave him. He stood in the corridor and saw you disappear. He tried to follow you. He entered the Great Hall and was met with loud music and drunk people. He searched for you if you were somewhere in the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. Defeated he sat on the table where his father and his namesake sat.

You sat outside a bench. The cheerful music flowed out of the hall. Lady Catelyn had told you; you were welcome on the table. You smiled at her and thanked her before she walked off. But your sour mood would not seem to vanish. When a little hand snaked around yours, you wanted to run up to your chambers.

You looked down and saw Arya standing next to you. The stoic little girl looked up to you with her big blue eyes. “Please come with me.” She had a pleading look in her eyes. “I like you. Please don’t leave me at the table alone. I can’t bear to listen to Sansa gushing about Prince Joffrey and whatever.”

You smiled softly at her. “I am honoured to sit by your side, Lady Arya.” The young girl frowned up at her. “Never call me Lady again.” You had to giggle at the young child as she grumbled the sentence.

The older girl held out her hand for the younger one to take. Arya gladly took it and began to drag Y/N into the Great Hall. Before they entered Arya turned to her. “I’m sorry Robb and you aren’t allowed to marry. He was so happy when he told me and my older siblings about you. Mother still thinks it is better to marry without love and grow to love your partner than to marry them without some benefits.”

Arya hugged her around the hips. Her head against the young woman’s stomach. “I wish you were my sister. You seem so nice.” You smiled sadly down at her thinking the same.

At the feast, you were seated next to Arya and Sansa. The older girl longingly watched the prince enjoy the festivities held in his family’s honour. As her younger sister saw the look in her eyes she scoffed and rolled her own. You giggled under your breath.

With a goblet in her hands, Cersei, sitting at the head of the woman’s table, watched over the feast with bored eyes. She scanned everyone in the hall till she saw you in front of her. The lioness watched you with hooded eyes as you conversed with the Stark household's youngest daughter.

She envied your youthfulness and the lightness around you. She watched you laugh and enjoy the evening. Caitlyn saw the green look on the queen’s face. She followed it with fast eyes before landing on you. “She is our new ward. Y/N is a daughter of a bannerman of ours. Their village is under attack and for her safety Robb took her here.” The Queen nodded at you. Her eyes had a dangerous glint she tried to mask with indifference.

You felt the queen’s eyes on you the whole time. You may not have your heightened sight in your human form, but you have other heightened senses that are protecting you. Out of the corner of your eye, you felt another stare. Robb had his cup of ale in his hand. The only thing coming to mind as you watched him stare at you was murderous. He was fuming. You were worried for him.

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!IMPORTANT INFO!

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Family"

Chapter II "War in the south"

Chapter III "Silver-haired"

Chapter IV "News are various"

Chapter V "Truth?"

Chapter VI "First step"

Chapter VII "Mutual happiness [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

Chapter IX "The Twins"

Chapter X "Wildlings"

Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

Important info!!!

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Family"

Chapter II "War in the south"

Chapter III "Silver-haired"

Chapter IV "News are various"

Chapter V "Truth?"

Chapter VI "First step"

Chapter VII "Mutual happiness [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

Chapter IX "The Twins"

Chapter X "Wildlings"

Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

[welldonebeca]

No Stage (But We Still Have an Audience)

Summary: Cassandra Baratheon needs a rebranding. Uncle Renly finds her a fake relationship with Punk Star Robb Stark. And then, it isn't so fake anymore. A.k.a.: Robb seals their relationship by fucking her on the couch during his band's party. Pairing: Robb Stark x OFC (Cassandra) WC: 4.6k words Warnings: Smut. Exhibitionism, dirty talk, loss of virginity, light angst in the beginning, fluff, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, degrading/humiliation kink, alcohol. A/N: Everyone here is British.

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Cassandra tried not to look nervous and awkward as she stood in the very visible VIP cabin sitting to the Wolves' show.

It was all - everything, from top to bottom, from the featured song together to the little fake story they were playing for the world to see while pretending they couldn't - uncle Renly's idea.

The last six months were, to be quick, a mess. She had moved out from her mother's house and into her father, and had just dropped her grandfather as her manager, dyed her hair back to black, and cut all contact with her mother's side of the family.

Cassandra had been the star of King's Landing's idols, and while everything had gone great for a few years, when the discovery of her father's many, many affairs and illegitimate children became public, and the rumours of her mother being involved with her own twin brother became public, it all exploded.

They divorced, and mother had managed to get full custody of both Cassandra and her three younger siblings and limit father's visits to the point that whenever any of them saw him, someone from her side of her family - usually grandfather - had to be present.

It was hell.

Their marriage had always been crappy - she was the oldest kid, she had seen enough to know they were better separated than together - but the divorce became the worst option when she realised mother had managed to cut off every way that Cassie or any of her siblings could use to escape her.

Joffrey didn't seem to care when it happened, and the twins were far too young to know the difference, but Cassandra knew better.

She would rather stay with her father in his messy bachelor pad or live across the street with Uncle Renly and his husband, where she could have easy access to dad and actual freedom, than live in that mansion with her mother and uncle Jaime.

The week after her birthday and with uncle Tyrion's help, Cassandra ripped the plaster off.

The moment mother left to have brunch with her friends, she got her laptop and her phone, every important document uncle Renly and Stannis told her to get, and the suitcase full of clothes she had spent six months sneaking into Uncle Tyrion's home and left.

He was nice enough to drive her all the way to the town where dad lived, and gave a copy of her contract - signed by her mother a little over five years ago - to uncle Stannis, who was a lawyer, to dissect and find her a way out.

The police were called the moment mother realised she wasn't home and wasn't answering her phone, but Cassandra was too busy locking her and grandfather out of her accounts to even care about it.

Uncle Stannis took over as her lawyer, and uncle Renly became her new manager. Her old record company, Casterly Rock - which was legally managed by her Uncle Jaime but pretty much lead by her grandfather - prohibited her from using any of her old songs after the break of the contract, and she was forced to pay a million to them in compensation.

Needless to say, the media had had a field day with the whole thing.

Which was why she was here now.

If she wanted to get back into a good place in the spotlight and be seen as a serious musician, she needed a rebranding.

So Cassandra dropped the Lannister name and became Cassandra Baratheon again, changed her brand, and came out with an album she had been fully responsible for composing.

And was now constructing - or whatever the right word was - a fake secret tabloid relationship with Robb Stark, lead singer of Wolves of Winterfell.

All she had wanted to do was collaborate with them, to make their song and enjoy it, but it wasn't enough for the amount of publicity she needed.

So, uncle Renly helped her make a song that was suspiciously romantic and about a James Dean type of guy, instructed her to give some hype to the Wolves of Winterfell and Robb on her Instagram, with likes, stories and flirty comments, and got them to start sharing pictures of the same places in similar times.

So now she was sitting here, watching the end of his show as a VIP and not just a guest, trying to look entertained by their punk music, like a cool girlfriend.

Which wasn't that easy.

She didn't like punk music. There was nothing too wrong with it, but it wasn't her thing.

Cassandra wanted to experiment, of course. But those wolves... they were so crude.

Half of their songs had something about sex in it, and very explicitly.

Not to mention the few times she had actually talked to them, two out of every five words they said was a curse or crude word.

It was very different from anything she was ever used to before.

It was hard to even understand, in a full way, how those very good-looking men could be so... gross.

So she was ready to head home and recover from interacting with them the whole day when her phone's screen lit up in her hand with a text.

The band had left the stage just a couple of minutes ago, and Theon Greyjoy - the drummer - was already texting her.

Didn't they have anything else to do?

'We are having a party at Robb's,' the text read. 'You should come. Take a few pictures.'

She hesitated.

Most of the times she met them, Uncle Renly was around. He had had to leave earlier today - right after her song was over - to help someone with something.

But Cassandra was an adult now. She should be able to talk to them and meet them without him chaperoning her.

But she didn't like going to places without asking for their permission.

Dad would get worried if he didn't know where she was.

Well, she could send her uncles her location, right?

She exhaled and sent a quick text to her dad.

'Hey, is it alright if I go check out a party at Robb's place?'

She waited a bit, but there was no answer.

Dad always said she could go anywhere inside the country without asking for his permission, though. As long as he knew where she was, it was alright.

Cassandra threw a look over her shoulder when someone opened the door of her cabin, and Robb's security guard looked at her.

"Mister Greyjoy said you need escorting back into your car."

"Oh," she mumbled. "Yes, of course. Thank you."

It was always good to have security around.

So she left with him and gave her driver the address Theon had sent her, waving goodbye to the fans coming to see her in her car.

She wasn't going to stay for too long. An hour or so was enough to post something that would hint them to be in the same place, and maybe grab a little snack.

Robb was going to have his fun, and she wasn't going to annoy him for too long.

She knew she wasn't his favourite person in the world and wasn't going to overstay her welcome.

His building wasn't anything like her suburban home, big and very bright, and the moment she stepped out of her car in the garage, she was informed by a female guard about being searched.

And here she was, thinking her mum was the most paranoid person in the world.

"What's this about?"  Cassandra asked, confused

The woman didn't even look at her face.

"Just to make sure you girls aren't carrying anything."

Cassandra frowned.

'You girls'?

What was that supposed to mean?

The tall guard just gestured for her to go along once she was cleared, and she walked inside, seeing the huge living room with dim coloured light, and a bunch of girls dancing to music playing loudly.

Cassandra looked around, trying to take it all in, confused when she felt an arm around her.

"There is my new favourite popstar!"  Theon exclaimed.

She jumped, spooked at the stench of alcohol hitting her face. Sure, she was used to dad occasionally being drunk around her, but this wasn't him.

Theon Greyjoy wasn't her friend or family, he didn't have such freedom with her.

She backed away, disgusted at his sweat on her skin. He was already shirtless, showing off his tattoos and clearly wasted.

"And where is your cool uncle?" he asked, not phased by her action.

She scoffed at his sarcasm. Uncle Renly was very cool. He was teaching her to drive!

"He is out with uncle Loras," she mumbled.

Theon chuckled.

"I like your uncle Loras," he smirked. "His sister is hot."

She cringed a bit, taking another look around. All of the girls were wearing skimpy outfits or big band t-shirts with apparently nothing underneath.

"Who are those girls?" she asked, confused.

"Groupies," he grinned. "We picked them up after the show!"

Groupies?

Was that why she was searched?

"I like that haircut on you," he reached for her hair. "Short... still easy to pull, you know?"

She flushed, pulling away.

Easy to pull?

What was he thinking?

"It was damaged from the bleaching," she mumbled.

Mother always made her bleach her hair, since she was a kid. It made her look less like her dad - Cas always looked like a carbon copy of Robert.

"I could pull on it hard while you suck on my cock," he offered, crudely. "How about that?"

She blushed deeply, eyes growing wide.

"What?!" she rushed away from him. "Who do you think you are talking to?!"

He laughed.

"It's a party! You are a big girl now!" he remarked, as if she was just joking. "Why do you think I even invited you?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

What?

Who did he think she was? Some girl who would just fuck anyone who just waved a little hand at her? Some kind of groupie?

"What, are you like your mummy?" he teased. "Who only fucks someone if he is her brother?"

Cassandra slapped him the moment he finished his phrase.

Her mother could be terrible, but she would never let anyone use Cersei to disrespect her.

She stomped out in the direction of the door. She shouldn't have come to this stupid party.

"Hey!" she heard and Robb quickly moved to her side, holding her elbow. "Don't go, don't go."

Her face was hot, and she could barely look at him.

"Theon is a piece of shit when he is drunk," he told her.

"And when he is sober too," Jon added across the room.

All the girls laughed, and Robb squeezed her hand.

"Come on," he smiled charmingly. "Just have one beer."

She looked at him, unconvinced, and Robb shot her a little smile.

"If you have that drink, we can take a nice picture," he added. "That will be good for your story, no?"

She pressed her lips together.

He wasn't wrong.

Robb guided her to one of the couches, and she could see Jon on the other side, with his arms crossed and the only guy there with his shirt on, trying to avoid the girls touching him.

Rumour had it he was dating Robb's sister, Sansa, but she didn't know if it was true.

He was just typing on his phone, not caring about anyone, as if the party wasn't even happening.

"Here," Robb gave her a beer can. "One beer, sweetheart."

"Do you know if she even drinks?" Jon asked.

Cassandra looked at him, but he wasn't even looking at her.

"Have you ever drank before, Cassie?" he asked, a little teasing.

Cassandra blushed, offended again, though it wasn't as bad as what Theon had said.

"Of course I have!" she affirmed, feeling the old fury mother always said came from her father.

Robb chuckled, and she raised her chin, proud.

"I can probably drink more than you!"

He laughed, and raised a hand, lowering it when someone put it in his hand.

"On the count of three, then," he opened his beer.

She did the same, now growing nervous.

Well... dad did it all the time, right? It should be easy.

"One," someone called out. "Two. Three!"

She chugged it down the way she did with the green stuff mother used to give her - to keep her skinny - not even tasting the beer as it slid down her throat.

When she pulled the can away from her mouth, Robb was still drinking his, and the party erupted in a big celebration.

"She got you good!" someone shouted.

Robb pulled the can from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking impressed.

"Alright, sweetheart," he grinned. "You got me. You can drink faster than me."

She raised her chin, proud, and he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"You know, we gotta pretend for the groupies," he whispered, amused. "They spread gossip like no one else."

She turned to look at the girls. Two of them were thrown over Theon, taking turns in kissing him, and Robb scooped closer to her.

"Let's take your picture, uh?" he teased. "Show them how good of a boyfriend I am."

She was still trying to understand what he meant when he pulled her legs up to his lap, so close her thighs were over his, and laid his big just an inch over her knee, caressing a long scar she had there, from when she broke her leg as a kid.

Cassandra gasped a little surprised, and tried not to shiver at his warm touch.

"How... uh," she cleared her throat. "How do you want to do this?"

He hummed slowly and placed his hand a little higher on her thigh.

"I like this," he spoke nonchalantly. "Gonna show everyone how you look with my hands on you."

He put his phone aside and took hers, taking a few pictures. She didn't know how to feel, but his rough hand really felt very nice on her skin.

"Let's take one on mine too," he decided, voice still soft.

His hand slid up slowly, caressing her skin and pushing her dress up a little bit before snapping a few photos, higher and higher until his fingers were brushing on the end of the pair of shorts she always wore under her sundresses.

"Shorts?" he asked. "I thought you were a big girl."

Cassandra blushed.

"It's for safety," she mumbled. "Anyone can look up."

Robb smirked.

"Your unkie doesn't want anyone to see your pretty ass," he mocked, making her shiver.

She blushed. It wasn't something uncle Renly ever talked about. She just always did it like that.

"Girl, do you know how many people want to fuck us?" he asked. "Just embrace it!"

She didn't really know how many fans - from her age to old creeps - actually fawned over her.

He showed her his phone and her cheeks flushed as she saw it. Her own photo was a little risqué, but his had her ass almost all out when he had his hand right between her legs.

"Maybe I'll keep this one for myself," he licked his lips. "People would go crazy if they saw so much of little Cassandra Baratheon."

Cassandra licked her lips, unsure, realising how close he was to her. She could feel his breath against her neck.

"We could take one more," she mumbled. "A photo, you know?"

Robb raised his eyebrows, questioning.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked, lips curled in a little smile. "What kind of photo?"

She tried to think. Maybe they should have an official photo, no?

Before she could say anything, Robb cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

"Like this?" he whispered. "I think someone should be taking that for us, uh?"

She shuddered. Of course, she had kissed someone before, but…

"Are you afraid you're gonna like it too much, princess?" he moved his nose over hers.

Cassandra decided to be bold. She wasn't the innocent little girl he thought she was.

So, she kissed him, hard and deeply, grabbing his auburn-red hair and panting when he squeezed her thigh.

She barely had a moment to think before it turned hotter, more desperate, and just spread her legs when he slid his hand right between them and used the free one to pull her closer.

She was fully over his lap before she even realised it.

When they pulled away to breathe, there was a string of saliva connecting them.

"I never knew you had it in you," he smirked. "Nice."

She smiled, a little proud of herself, but looked down when she shifted and felt his erection poking her, blushing deeply.

Robb, completely shameless, turned to shout to the room.

"Anyone taking pictures from this point on is going to be sued and prohibited from going to our shows. If anything leaks, everyone here is gonna be punished."

She was about to ask what he was talking about - what was wrong with pictures of them making out? - but her back was suddenly against the seat of the couch, and Robb was over her, kissing her again.

Robb's fingers pulled on her shorts, tossing them away while he kissed her, and only then moved to kiss her neck.

She was breathless by the time he did so, sucking marks on her neck and collar bones, hand up her dress and lips restless.

"Robb," she squirmed, shivering. "What are you doing?"

He didn't seem phased by her questioning, sucking on a soft spot in her neck, making her sigh.

"Everyone wants to see us," he reminded her. "We are so sexy, sweetheart, and we want their attention too."

Cassandra exhaled, and gasped when he bit her nipple over her dress, and when she turned to look at the side, both the girls who were with Theon were watching them while he kissed one of their necks.

"Who do you think they are jealous of, sweetheart?" he asked, pulling her dress under her breasts.

He pinched her nipple and she squirmed, whining.

"Which one do you think they wish they could be fucking?" he smirked. "You or me?"

Before Cassandra could answer, Robb took her tit in her mouth, kissing it before sucking her nipple into his lips, hungry, making her pussy wetter and her eyes drift closed.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

The heat of his body left hers, and she whined, opening her eyes, but found him standing and   his pants with some difficulty.

"Hey," he pulled a pillow from the seat and threw it on Jon, who raised his eyes with confusion all over his face. "Stop texting and get me a rubber."

She raised herself to her elbows, but Robb just moved to her, putting his hand between her legs and pulling her knickers and tossing them away, spreading them and tapping her clit and then her folds with a single finger.

"Fuck," he hummed slowly. "You're drenched, sweetheart."

Cassandra blushed, embarrassed, and whined when she pushed two fingers into her, slowly fucking her, tilting his head to watch her, causing her to squirm under his piercing look.

"Such a smooth pussy you have," he remarked. "Did you wax for me, sweetheart? For your sweet punk boyfriend?"

She looked away, embarrassed. Waxing was something she did for herself, not for men!

He looked around, but Jon wasn't back yet.

"Let's get you off while we wait for my stupid cousin to find my rubbers, uh?" he offered.

She didn't have a chance to say anything or deliberate about the offer, and Robb just put himself between her legs and covered her pussy with his lips, licking and sucking on her.

The first thing she had done when she got her own room without cameras and with a lock was buy sex toys, and while Cassandra was still a virgin, she had broken her virginity with a nice dildo, and wasn't afraid of using vibrators.

This, however, was new. Oral was very new.

Very hot too, very good.

She cried out with pleasure, unable to keep her sounds to herself, and when she opened her eyes and looked to the side, Theon was watching her with hungry eyes, fingering one of the girls while the other sucked his cock.

Fuck, that shouldn't have turned her on the way it did.

"Robb," she pushed her fingers into his hair, and arched her hips when he curled his two fingers into her pussy.

"Taste just as good as I imagined you would, pretty girl," he spoke against her thigh, sucking a bruise on her skin.

She panted.

"Did you imagine it?" she whined.

Robb smirked, licking his lips.

"I wanted to fuck you right there on stage," he told her, using his thumb to play with her clit. "To make you cum in front of everyone there."

Her pussy squeezed his fingers, the scenario making her feel a little too hot.

"Would you do it, baby?" he half-smirked. "Let me fuck you right there?"

His fingertips brushed against the sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out.

"Show off your wet pussy to everyone?" he chuckled. "I bet they would get themselves off watching us."

His touches quickened up, and Robb laughed when she just cried out in pleasure.

"You already moan so loudly, we wouldn't even need to mic you up," he scissored his fingers open, opening her up, and pushed a third finger into her.

"Robb," she cried, getting closer.

His thumb played with her clit a little quicker, though still too light.

"You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, watching her face, completely enticed.

She arched her hips, wiggling, tense, whining and crying.

"Please," she whimpered. "Harder."

His finger pressed her clit a little harder and in tighter circles.

"Like this?"

She nodded, crying, and he licked his lips.

"That's right," Robb spoke darkly, voice low and eyes boring into her skin. "Cum on my hand, you little slut."

His words flipped a switch inside her, and Cassandra cried out in pleasure, body shaking while your pussy squeezed his fingers inside her, and Robb followed her with his hand when she arched her hips, growing wetter and desperate while he didn't stop.

"Robb," she nearly screamed.

"Don't stop," he grunted. "Keep cumming against my hand, be a good slut."

He moved closer to her, placing a hand over her stomach and sucking on her clit while hammering his fingers into her.

"Please, please," she panted.

Robb was relentless, holding her down, driving her into madness.

And then, she felt something different. Very new.

He held her through her orgasm, holding her down as she came again.

Her body shook under him, and Cassandra didn't even know if she was screaming or crying silently.

Robb only pulled away when her orgasm was over, and his face was completely wet, dripping while he pushed his fingers into his lips, sucking with hunger in his eyes.

"Wait," she heard Jon's voice, and opened her eyes to find him standing right by her side. "You made her squirt?"

Robb didn't answer, just chuckling and smirking, pulling his fingers from his mouth.

"Gimme that," he snatched the rubbers from his hand.

"Good one," Jon said simply, walking away.

Robb just ignored him, pulling his cock from his jeans, and shot her a wicked look before rolling it down his cock, stroking himself for a moment and squeezed her hips.

"Turn around," he licked his lips. "Wanna slap your slutty ass while I fuck you."

Cassandra whined. Those words - this degranding way he spoke to her - shouldn't make her feel like this. And yet, here she was, craving for more.

Robb gave her a pillow, and she turned around on the couch, pressing her face against it and raising her ass.

"Fuck, look at this," he grunted. "You are so fucking messy."

Her cheeks warmed up, and she arched her ass a little more, earning a pleased hum from him.

"Can I take a picture, princess?" he touched her clit gently, just tapping on it. "Can I keep a picture of your messy pussy for myself?"

Cassandra bit her lower lip, unsure, though her pussy certainly got wetter at the offer.

She should be rational. Everyone always said how she was so mature, right?

"Gods," he squeezed her ass. "Did you feel that, slut? The little drop that fell from your pussy?"

She whined, and he teased her sensitive clit with his covered cock.

"Do you want me to share that photo too?" he offered, nearly mocking her. "Show my cock about to slide right in and let everyone what a fucking slut you are for me?"

Cassandra squeezed her pillow, squeezing her eyes closed.

"Raise your ass," he commanded. "Show the camera how wet I make, how your pussy got so messy just for me."

She did as he said, not looking back so that her face wouldn't be caught on screen, and gasped when he rested the head of his cock against her entrance.

"Just another picture, baby slut," he hummed. "And then I'll fuck your pussy, okay?"

Robb snapped another couple of pictures, and slowly pushed his cock inside, snapping another photo, before she heard the sound of his phone locking up and being tossed out of the way.

Her face was burning with the humiliation, but she didn't want it t end.  She liked it.

Very much.

Finally, Robb pushed his cock all the way inside her without any hesitance or resistance.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Is she good?" Theon asked from his seat.

"Perfect," Robb grunted. "Fuck, her pussy is gripping me, fits like a fucking glove."

She cried when he bottomed out inside her, and Robb groaned, squeezing her hips with a single hand.

"Your cunt is perfect for my cock," he grunted, moving back for a moment and then pushing inside her again. "Fucking drenched slut!"

She cried and mewled as he fucked her, not only not caring about his friends watching her, but enjoying their hungry eyes.

Robb pressed his chest to her back when his moans grew darker and a new orgasm felt closer and closer.

"Cum for me again," he grunted. "Milk my cock with your cunt, slut."

His fingers played with her clit without an ounce of mercy, and Cassandra's blue eyes crossed when her body followed his command, shamelessly cumming and driving him into orgasming with her.

Robb pulled out from inside her without waiting for much time, and she was still panting when he walked across the room and into another room, coming back with his dick already tucked in and pants zipped up.

"Hey," he pushed her hair, matted down by sweat, behind her ear, and cleaned her up with something soft and warm. "How are you feeling?"

Cassandra groaned.

She was so tired.

"Alright," he helped her flip back to face up and picked her up. "Nap time."

She pouted, but just put her arm over his shoulder, bracing herself, and pulled him closer when he laid her on a bed.

"Wanna cuddle," she whined.

Robb laughed and lied along with her.

"I guess this means we are dating now," he embraced her.

Cassandra raised her eyes at him, surprised. Did he mean it?

"What?" he caressed her side. "You think I would let you go after this?"

She flushed, blushing.

"I was hoping you wouldn't," she confessed.

Robb kissed her forehead.

"Good."

Cassandra wondered for a moment if she should tell him now that this was her first time.

Maybe she could do it tomorrow.

They needed to take that morning photo too, after all.

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4 - The Feast pt 2

Part 5

The Last Velaryon

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Lord Eddard and King Robert Baratheon made their way outside of the feast hall. The laughter and loud noise could still be heard when they walked away out of earshot from others to have their conversation. Eddard paused in his steps. "You're grace, what did you wish to talk about?"

"No formalities, Ned. It's about that Velaryon girl." Robert eyed his friend.

Ned asked him. "What concerns you about her?"

"I think I might have made a mistake when I stripped Jaime of his white cloak." The king declared under his breath.

Lord Stark wasn't sure what to make of his words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the Kingslayer doesn't seem to give a damn about her. He is hiding something. Only problem is I don't really care to find out what." He chuckled.

Ned clicked his tongue. "We cannot judge someone until we know whether they are a man of honor or not. But what does this have to do with you second guessing your own command?"

"I haven't done much research on the Velaryon house but I figured the lord would have fought against the man who basically helped me banish their house."

"If your house is close to being very small I suppose you would do anything to keep it alive." Ned pointed out.

Robert simply nodded his head. "I've been thinking about this, Ned. I am king and seven kingdoms declined loyalty to me so why not use that power to change one declaration I just wrote."

"Your grace, if you mean to go against the Lannister's I don't think that would be wise." Ned warns his friend and king.

Robert scoffs. "I don't care what they pay me not to. I am not blind Ned and I know you just saw it too. There's something between that girl and your son."

"It is a good thought, your grace. But that's all it should remain just a thought. I doubt Robb has even thought of a betrothed yet." Lord Stark shrugged his shoulders knowing his son and his young at heart nature. He was still a boy, even though he was very good at following the lessons he had been taught so far in life.

Robert moved closer to his friend, staring into his eyes with a serious expression. "You're his father. If he hasn't thought of the idea of marrying her then persuade him to. I'll deal with Tywin Lannister when the time comes."

Three years ago - Haelesa's pov

That morning I was dreading more than I care to admit to myself now. It was the day I had to say goodbye to one of my closest Joella Bridges. Picking up the ends of my nightgown I scampered through the hallways until I reached her chambers knocking three times on the door. "Joella, it's me. Open the dang door!"

"Enough with the shouting. We don't want to wake the whole castle staff. Once they're awake I'll have to start packing to leave." She shushed me by tugging me inside her room and quietly yet quickly shutting the door and locking it.

I admitted throwing my arms away from my sides. "I don't want you to leave. Why can't it be if you're lord father isn't dra yet then the man travels to live with the girl."

"I'm going to miss you too, Haelesa and Chezney too of course. But my parents already agreed to it." She opened her arms and we raced to embrace one another.

Her father had married my mother's older sister and so we we're cousins by birth. Now her father had decided to ship her off for marriage....the only real reason this happened was the tale of bettering one's house. And I had done my own research from what I could find on her soon to be new family. "You don't want to marry this man. It's claimed he has a mustache, Joella."

"Yes but I've also been told he is very cheerful." She added on slightly breaking the hug so we could see the other's face.

I made a noise sticking my tongue out to her. "It's still gross thinking you'll be kissing a guy with hair around his mouth...eww, Raynald Westerling!"

"Haelesa stop it okay. I am already nervous enough and your teasing isn't helping." Joella admitted dropping her arms at her sides.

I smiled at my cousin. "I'm just saying, Ella. You'll be kissing a guy with a full beard."

"Okay, let's change the subject. I want you to promise me something." Joella replied.

Taking her hands in mine I asked softly. "What kind of promise?"

"Promise me that even though we will be away from each other that you will tell me off your adventures. Whether they are big or small. If you find love or not. I want to know everything. So send me letters, cousin." She explained to me with that cheeky smile she always had on her face when we got to spend time together.

Squeezing her hands in mine I immediately agreed without hesitation of what she was asking. "Of course. As long as you do the same back to me.

"I promise." She hugs me gently and I wrap my arms around her hugging her with the same level of emotion.

Robb and I were still just silently walking around the abandoned courtyard of Winterfell. Everyone else was still awake enjoying the feast with the royal family. He paused in his steps outside a wooden cage canal looking at me. "I wanted to show you something."

"Show me what?" I questioned him wrapping my arms around myself and I had taken his other fur cloak that he had given earlier on the day.

He undid the locks of the pen and I gasped taking a step back seeing an animal exit the pen. The animal in front of me was a wolf from what I could by the pointy ears and the long wagging fur tail. "This is GreyWind. He is my direwolf." He responded by running his fingers through the wolf's gray coat.

"I've never seen a direwolf before. Where did you find him?" I asked, lowering myself down on a knee reaching forward and petting his fur when he sniffed my hand before I touched him.

Robb stands on the side of the direwolf. "My father had me and my brothers out hunting with him in the woods. Their mother had died and so each of the Stark children got to have their own pup. We just had to take care of them."

"Aww that's sweet. He seems like a good boy." I smiled still, moving my fingers through his fur and he began wagging his tail back and forth.

Robb smiled down at me. He had been enjoying your company from the moment you two had met. He wished he could spend more time with her. But unfortunately he figured that wouldn't get the chance. "I have trained him as best as I could. "

"You really are something, Robb. You'll make a good Lord of Winterfell one day." I praised him getting to my feet not caring about the mud stains on my dress.

He blushed but I couldn't tell how bad it was given that the only light was provided by some burning torches on the walls and the fact that it was completely dark. "You barely know me and you're already giving me praise, Haelesa. I am not sure how to take it. But thank you."

"You're welcome, Robb. Maybe if we're lucky we can know more about each other before I leave in a few days." I smiled, clasping my hands together in front of me.

Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner causing both of us to turn our heads seeing Lady Catelyn rushing over to us. I could see the annoyance in her facial expression. "Robb, you shouldn't have left the feast. This is for the royal family. Why in the seven kingdoms are you out here?"

"I'm sorry, mother. I was simply showing Lady Haelesa my direwolf." Robb apologized to his mother.

Catelyn shifted her head quickly over to me. "You're the Velaryon girl that is supposed to wed the Kingslayer."

"Yes Lady Stark I am. I am sorry if I have made any problems this evening." I bowed my head giving her a small curtsey.

She shakes her head focusing back on her first born son. "I am just here to say that your father went off with the king to talk about something. So you need to go back inside and represent your house in your father's stead."

"Of course, mother." He nodded in understanding, placing GreyWind back inside his cage. He walked past me and his mother glanced over his shoulder back at me. "I'll see you later, Haelesa."

I looked into his brown eyes waving bye to the young boy. "See you later, Robb....uh if you see my friend Chezney,  Lady Stark. Tell her I am retiring for the evening."

"Goodnight, Lady Haelesa." She responded watching me walk away and she could sense that something was between her son and the young woman.

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