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chloe-skywalker · 7 months

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Give Them A Chance - Robb Stark

Robb x fem!reader Baratheon/Lannister

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 1,362

Summary: Robb and Y/n don’t know that their fathers plan to betroth them. But Ned has a reason for not telling. Will his reason work?

Authors Note: Takes place in like the first episode of season 1 Game Of Thrones. Like right after the whole “You got fat” lines.

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Y/n watched the exchange between her father and his friend Ned Stark Warden of the North. It was very odd but she thought it was nice that they were such good friends that they still joked around with each other. She didn’t see her father act so freely like this often. It was a rare welcome sight.

“So I take it this is your oldest.” King Robert sighed looking at the eldest of Ned’s children with a scrutinizing gaze before breaking out into a smile.

“Yes, this is Robb.” Ned introduced his oldest son to his friend.

Robert slapped a hand on the young man’s shoulder, smiling widely. “You're a handsome young lad.”

Robb tried to contain his blushing that he was sure he was doing. “Thank you, your Grace.”

“You should meet my oldest. Y/n!” Robert called over his oldest daughter, but not before sparing a knowing glance to Ned. As Y/n came to stand next to her father, smiling politely at the Stark family before her. “This is my oldest. A year younger than you I believe.”

“Princess.” Robb bowed, before looking at the princess. She had caught his eye when she first entered Winterfell on horse back alongside her uncle. He could not deny she was gorgeous, and he couldn’t believe how fast he had started to fall for her.

“Mi’ Lord.” Y/n curtised, biting her cheek. Thus Robb Stark was by far one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. And she had seen a lot of people growing up in KingsLanding. She wondered if his personality was as nice as his looks.

“Would you like a tour of Winterfell?” Robb asked, offering a way for them to talk and get to know each other a bit. He also was one of the most qualified people to show her around.

“I would love one.” She smiled. Looping her arm through his and the two young adults that in some ways are still kids went off exploring.

While the two went off getting to know each other and everyone else did God knows what, King Robert and Net Stark headed down to the crypts.

“Have you told your son?” Robert asked once they were done talking about Ned’s sister. The King was curious if his friend's son had offered to show his daughter around on his own or out of duty.

“Not yet.” Nod squinted, he didn’t like the idea of taking this choice from his son. But the other part, this was a good alliance, and you don’t deny a king.

“And why not?” Robert had told Ned of the idea to marry their oldest months ago. But to be fair he didn’t tell his daughter either.

“Because I wanted to give them a chance to fall in love before knowing they might be betrothed.” Ned explained his reasonsings, and even though Robert would never admit it he admired Ned’s heart and how he was trying to make this a better situation for their children. It was better than just throwing them together.

“Very well. I didn’t tell my daughter either. She would’ve fought me on coming.” He chuckled. Y/n would’ve tried to fight him or talk him out of it, and it might’ve worked even the slightest. Out of all his children she was the only one that had a somewhat relationship with him.

“They’d be more reluctant if they knew about what we had planned. The two of them being in the dark might lead to them actually gaining feelings for the other.” Ned just hoped that the two would get close and at least see they could make a marriage work. But he was truly hoping that maybe they could fall in love on their own and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings or reluctantness.

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It had been a few weeks and things seemed to be working out for Y/n and Robb like Ned had hopped. Y/n seemed to fit right into the Stark family. She got along with all his children and they all act as if she’s one of them. Things between Robb and Y/n had taken some people by surprise. The two had been spending almost all their time together. They only separated to sleep it seemed like.

Ned was happy to see they had a lot in common. The two went horseback riding constantly and Y/n seemed to know how to use a bow and a sword no doubt thanks to her uncle. They didn’t even eat apart at meals.

Today Robb and Y/n had gone out riding, once they were far enough away from Winterfell the two dismounted their respective horses walking along next to each other.

“Are you having a good time in Winterfell Princess Y/n?” Robb asked, hoping that the time they’d spent together had been as enjoyable for her as it was for him.

Y/n smiled, nudging him teasingly shoulder to shoulder. “Yes, I am as matter of fact. My favorite part is the company.”

Robb blushed looking down before looking back to her. Robb had no idea why she could so easily make him react like that, but she could and he didn’t mind it. “You flatter me y/n.”

“You’ve been flattering me the whole time I’ve been here. It’s only fair.” Y/n smiled. As they came to the set of trees that they had made their spot over the time she had been in the North.

Robb just stood there watching her for a moment. He never expected to fall in love with her when he first found out the King, Queen, and their children were coming to visit. But he had and he didn’t regret it. “If I may be bold and speak my mind, Princess?”

Y/n nodded, smiling back at him as she turned to face him. She noticed how he wasn’t right next to her and Y/n wondered what had made him stop and if it had to do with what was on his mind. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

“During your time here in Winterfell I have become quite taken with you.” Robb stated walking over to her. He looked in her eye’s trying to notice how his works were being taken.

“And I you.” Y/n blushed, biting her lip at her response back to him admitting his feelings for her. Which she reciprocates.

“I have a proposal for you Princess Y/n Baratheon.” Robb felt an air of convenience hit him at Y/n admitting she feels the same.

Y/n furrowed her brow, it confused her on why he was using her title and first and last name. “Go on Lord Stark.”

Robb took a deep breath, he knew what he wanted he just hoped she wanted it to. “We may not have known each other for very long or very well for the most part. But I would like for us to get to know each other better over time. If you’d like that of course.”

“I would.” Y/n nodded liking where he was going with this so far.

“Would you also like it if we could become husband and wife, Lord and Lady.” Robb stepped right up to her, reaching out to intertwine their hands. Looking into her eye’s Robb reached up with one hand leaving the other one still in hers, he cupped the side of her face, “Would you do me the great honor and become my wife? For all my days till the end of my days?”

Y/n reached up with her free hand and cupped the back of his neck, while squeezing his hand holding hers. Looking up into his eyes with what could only be happiness and adoration Y/n answered. “I would love to.”

In her short time visiting the North Y/n had really connected with the Starks and of course Robb the most. Yes, she’d miss her siblings (minus Joffrey) and she'd miss her uncles but this felt like the better place for her. And as long as she has Robb, Y/n will always be happy.

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maryleclerc · 7 months

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let’s get to know each other — by @violette-hue (must read!!)

this series by @starkskeep (my fav, must read this one too!!)

oh, all i used to do was pray

right when i felt the moment stop

and i might be okay but i’m not fine at all

and the life i gave away

but if you hold me without hurting me

marriage night — by @axelsagewrites

betrayal — by @fearlessmercenaryimagines-blog

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 2 years

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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

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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United in Love

Y/n Lannister and Robb just happen to fall in love despite their families hating each other

"Sssh keep you voice down or my brothers will catch us." I giggle against Robb's chest dismounting his horse coming back from our secret ride. He pulls me against his chest, one hand resting on my face. "Then you might just become my wife, Y/n." He chuckled resting his forehead against mine smirking. I didn't know anything of real love from being a Lannister. Everyone in the seven kingdoms knows my house and House Stark don't like one another. There's one thing that my father cares about and that's getting heirs for our house and send his daughters to high houses that will give him more power over everyone else. The wind blows my hair in front of my eyes, causing Robb to tuck it away whispering. "Let's go upstairs before you catch a cold."

Intertwining our hands he tugs me through the horse stables and up some stairs. I gasped seeing some guards in the hall so I pulled him in the opposite direction and into a random bed chambers locking the door. "You nearly made me trip over my own feet, Lannister." Robb chuckled down at me since he's taller than me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him softly. "Do you think this is what love is supposed to feel like. A thrill sort of thing?" Robb rests his hands on my waist still picturing how you stole his heart with just a glance. All by stepping out of a carriage and smirking his direction, flipping your hair at him. "If this is so I never want to be with anyone else but you my lady. And I don't care what our families think. You've stolen my heart Y/n Lannister." He presses his lips onto mine deeply making me smile even bigger.

"I can picture our wedding, Young wolf. I'm wearing your cloak on my shoulders smiling like a child. And we share a kiss under the tree of Winterfell." Robb cradles my face in his hands breaking a long drawn out kiss. There's only one person I truly know will come to our wedding if we were to wed in secret and that's Tyrion. I know he'd come because he would do anything for his youngest sister. "Once we're married I'd skip the traditional bedding ceremony and let you wait on your terms. Like my father did for my mother and I can see us having many children." He spoke suddenly lifting me up in his arms sitting me on the bed drawing me back in for a kiss. The kiss gets heated until someone opens the door and I yelped. "Tyrion, how did you get in?" He chuckled shaking his head quickly exiting. "It's my room little sister. I'll leave you to it...don't have too much fun." Robb buried his face in the crook of my neck blushing and I rest my head on the fur of his cloak.

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dtyfp2 · 1 month

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An Hour or Two

The Great War

“Why have we stopped? What’s the matter?” Jaime asks as the carriage is ordered to a stop.

“My legs tire of sitting uncle. I should like to ride, or walk, just for a while,” you answer as you get out and stretch your legs. You had been cramped in the carriage for a few hours now and you swore your legs had begun to cramp.

“Come Joffrey, switch places with me for a moment,” you call out, your younger brother circling around on his stead.

“Princes don’t sit in carriages with their mother,” Joffrey scoffs, glancing at Jaime, as if pleading to stay outside.

“Prince’s don’t have to remind other people that they are a Prince. You’ve never ridden this long before Joff, you must be tired, switch with me for an hour or two,” you insist, reminding your younger brother of his humility as you wave him off. With a nod from Jaime, Joffrey climbs off his horse to switch, at least having the decency to help you up before sitting in the carriage next to Myrcella.

You wait for the carriage to continue on before falling in step alongside Ser Barristan.

“It’ll be safer in the carriage, princess,” he reminds you, though he doesn’t seem opposed to the idea of your company.

“You’re right, it is,” you agree without arguement. Ser Barristan hides his smile as he looks on ahead.

“Tell me again what Ser Arthur Dayne like? Was he truly as great as the legends say he is?” you ask, making conversation as Jaime slows to ride alongside the other side of you.

“He was one of the greatest swordsmen I’ve ever seen. He was an artist, princess, almost as talented as you are with your needling,” Ser Barristan reminsces with a smile.

“Almost?” you muse with a laugh.

“Almost,” Ser Barristan chuckles.

“He was called the ‘Sword of the Morning,’ it takes a great man to wield a sword like that. I don’t think I could have. Everyone always thought his prowess came from his sword, the mighty valyrian Steel named Dawn, the ancestral sword of house Dayne. But he fought well without it,” he tells you.

“Once, in the midst of a duel, his opponent’s sword had been battered by Dawn. Ser Arthur, ever so honourable, allowed him reprieve to fetch another. When his opponent demanded Dawn, Ser Arthur simply handed it over to him and defeated him with a regular sword,” Jaime tells you. It’s a story you’ve heard many times over the years, but you enjoyed hearing it nonetheless.

“Dawn did not make Ser Arthur infamous, he made his sword so,” Barristan agrees. You ruminate on his words before laughing.

“He sounds handsome,” you sigh dreamily, forcing an unsuspecting laugh from Jaime and Barristan.

“Aye, well, I don’t think he had any trouble with women before becoming a sworn brother,” Ser Selmy chuckles.

“Even after he was sworn in, many a woman tried, many a woman failed,” Jaime admits.

“Have many a woman tried with you, Ser Barristan?” You ask teasingly. The older man stops laughing immediantly, and he stutters over his words for the first time in your memory. You share an amused look with Jaime at his sudden awkwardness.

“Uh…well, if they have tried, princess, I haven’t noticed,” he answers, his face so obviously red even despite the fact it was hiding under his helmet. You decide to stop teasing him (for now at least) and take a moment to admire the scnery around you.

“By the light, it sure is getting cold out here, isn’t it?” You say rhetorically after Jaime is called back to the main carriage by your mother.

“We are getting deeper north now, Princess, I’m afraid it’ll only get colder from here on out,” Ser Barristan tells you. Before you can ask one of the ladies nearby to fetch your coat, Ser Barristan is already unclipping cloak and reaching over to wrap it around you.

“You must not allow yourself to be cold, princess, I’ll worry if you catch a cold,” the older knight says softly as he resituates himself back on his horse.

“It is a shame you’ve sworn yourself into the brotherhood, Ser Selmy, I’m afraid you’ve cost some woman out there a most loving husband. But her loss is our gain, surely, you’re one of the finest men I have ever known,” you tell him as you wrap the cloak around yourself a bit tighter. It seems your promise of not teasing him was short lived, Ser Barristan smiles warmly at your honour.

“I was betrothed, princess, and she married my cousin after me. They are quite happy together,” Ser Barristan quips, much to your amusement. You hide a laugh behind your hand, but the sound still escapes.

“My, I had nearly forgotten about that,” you realize. It was strange to think of Ser Selmy betrothed, it was strange to think of him as a young man at all. You wonder what he was like when he was young. What dreams did he have? What games did he play as a boy? Had he ever made his parents so cross that they had to scold him? Was he a cheeky boy growing up? Ser Selmy had always been such a steady presence in your life growing up, the ever so loyal, stoic knight that has watched over you for nearly every day since your birth.

“Ser Selmy, have you always wanted to be a knight?” You ask him suddenly.

“Yes, princess,” he nods, without even thinking about it.

“Didn’t you want to be anything else growing up? Surely you could’ve been anything. How did you know knighthood was for you?” you press curiously.

“Growing up, I had always wanted to be a knight. I was raised hearing the songs and stories of the great knights before me. I entered a tourney when I was 10 but no man would face me. It wasn’t until Duncan Targaryen took pity on me and jousted me. He defeated me, of course, but from then on I knew one day I would be a great Knight and that I would defeat him one day,” Ser Barristan tells you.

“And you did,” you smile, recalling the story he has told you many times past whenever you asked how he was named ‘The Bold’.

“And I did,” he smiles proudly.

“What would you like to be one day, princess?” Ser Barristan asks you. You sigh and think. What else could you possibly be besides the princess?

“Loved,” you answer finally. You were quiet for so long that Ser Selmy was worried he had upset you.

“Loved?” He questions.

“I know one day I will be married, it’s what princesses do. But I hope to marry for love, father promised I could. I want to be loved like Jenny of Oldstones was by Duncan Targaryen,” you tell him. You loved your mother and your father, but you hoped and prayed your future marriage wouldn’t turn out like theirs.

“Do you think I will?” You ask him, unsure of the possibilities yourself.

“You already are loved, princess, by the people. Any man would be lucky you even glanced his way, let alone married him. To be loved…is a noble endevour,” Ser Barristan assures you.

“Besides, if your husband is ever uncalmly towards you, you should only ever need to write me one letter. I shall ride to wherever you are, no matter what anyone says, and I’ll kill him myself,” Ser Barristan promises.

You laugh out loud at the thought, but appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. It doesn’t even occur to you of how easily Ser Barristan speaks of betraying his vows, but he would, he would if you asked him.

“Thank you Ser Selmy, I knew I could count on you,” you chuckle. Your laughter draws the attention of your father who was riding ahead, near the front of the garrison.

“Helen, come ride alongside me,” your father calls. You say your goodbyes to Ser Selmy before riding faster, falling into step beside your father.

“Isn’t the fresh air lovely?” You ask your father, who always seemed to be in a jolly mood when outdoors. Your father was a mighty warrior, sometimes you thought he may have been better suited to remain one, to travel and find glory elsewhere. Alas, the Kingdom’s needed a King and he was the one to step up.

“It is,” he nods, glancing over at you. Sometimes, just sometimes in a certain light, you reminded him of his beloved Lyanna. To be honest, it had been so long that Robert had long forgotten what she even looked like, but he imagines she looked like you. Young and beautiful, dark hair being blown lightly by the breeze, pale skin matching the snow around you.

“It was a good idea, to come North. The Red Keep can be suffocating,” your father says, drawing your attention back to him.

“The Red Keep is beautiful, father, you only dislike the constant bustling around of men and women demanding your constant attention,” you correct him.

“Is that so? You know everything about me, don’t you?” Robert chuckles at his eldest daughters inquisition.

“Yes I do,” you nod your head, matter of factly.

“It is because I know everything, that I know you’re beginning to tire. Let’s make camp for the evening,” you suggest. Robert looks up at the sky, they should keep travelling for an hour or two more before stopping, but what was one or two hours against his daughters wish?Just as she knew him, he knew her. She tired of sitting in the carriage and now she began to feel sore from riding.

“Alright, little princess, we shall rest here for the night.”

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yns-world · 2 years

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Winter's Gate|3| R.Stark

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"I did what I had to." Jonlynn returned, her voice and body trembling in fear causing her two younger siblings to cuddle into her. Tommen clutched at her sleeping gown.

"I didn't do anything!" Joffrey threw in a fake cry that brought their mother running in quicker.

Their father trailed behind her, a fresh wine goblet in his hand which dropped with a clanking. Instead of following his wife to the fallen prince, he went over to the bed to check on Jonlynn.

"Trying to kill me isn't anything!"

In one strong movement, Robert pulled his oldest daughter into his arms in a hug. Something he rarely did for his other children.

But Jonlynn was his favorite, so in turn, was the only one he paid attention to. Joan, the handmaiden that was traveling north with them and staying with the older princess darted around the king, grabbing the dressing gown and filling up goblets with wine. Mostly at Renly's urging. It would calm all their nerves.

"He tried to do what?" He demanded once he had sat her down on the couch and lowered himself down next to her, it creaked under the sudden weight and then settled. "He tried to kill her." Renly repeated, "the intruder was Joffrey."

It took several long minutes for it to click in Robert's mind and he stood up in a rage. A blinding rage, like the one he had gone into when Lyanna had been taken. Renly quickly crossed the room to his niece's side, he knew better than to get in the way of Robert's anger.

"He had every right!" Ceresi shouted, rising to her feet.

"Come," Renly helped pull Jonlynn to her feet and wrapped the dressing gown around her better before leading her out of the room. Tommen and Myrcella followed quickly. They knew better than to stay behind especially when their parents' tempers were flaring like that.

Jonlynn had barely dozed off in the room that Tommen was supposed to be sharing with Joffrey when she was woken up by her uncle who had stayed up standing guard over them.

"What? What happened?" She asked as she bolted up in terror.

"Jo, Jo, it's just me. It's time to get up, we are finishing the ride to Winterfell." Renly didn't miss the relief that flooded her face when she saw it was him and the hope in her eyes about being back with Robb Stark.

"Your father had your things sent over from the other room. He and your mother aren't talking right now."

Joan knocked on the door and came in carrying a tray of food for her saying a few quiet words in greeting to her lady.

"Don't worry about the littles, they are with Tyrion right now."

The princess nodded her head and scrubbed her hands against her eyes as she rose to go sit at the table to eat. "How furious is mother?"

"Furious like when she found out that your father backhanded Joff with the indent with the cat." Joffrey had gotten a hold of a pregnant cat right after Jonlynn came back to King's Landing and had mutilated it.

"He should have done a lot worse than that." The girl sipped her tea and made herself relax. "I am just glad that we will be at Winterfell today. I wish Father would have let me stay in the first place. I don't fit in there."

Renly nodded his head, "but what your father wants he gets. And he wanted you home." He moved to exit the room so she could finish getting ready for the ride.

"Thank you, uncle." She smiled as Joan came up behind her and started brushing her wavy black hair. "Always." He pressed his hand against his heart and bowed his head before exiting the room.

She and Joan hadn't been alone long when Cersei came sweeping into the room, her green eyes going straight to her daughter. "Leave."

Joan looked at the Princess who nodded her head once, in a quick flurry she rushed out of the room but stayed on the outside of the door, ready to go to her aid if needed.

"You are going to apologize to Joffrey." Ceresi demanded, her nose wrinkling, her daughter had seemed to take on her father's views of the Starks and she thought she knew what love was. For what a 16-year-old knew about love?

"What why? I defended myself. That's all!" Jonlynn returned, her voice pitching slightly, the only sign of fear that she showed.

"Because he is going to be King one day and he deserves it."

"He deserves nothing. Future king or not."

Ceresi went to raise her hand to slap her but her daughter speaking stopped her. "Mother, it's been a long month, let me go to Winterfell and marry Robb and you won't have to worry about me again." Jonlynn wrapped her furs around her and walked out of the room, smiling proudly to herself, she couldn't wait to be back in Winterfell and away from her family.

Robert looked at his daughter, in concern, when he went to check on her, she had fallen asleep along with the younger two and he didn't have the heart to wake them. Not after Renly informed him of Jonlynn begging to go to Winterfell in the middle of the night, wanting to be away from them all.

"I am okay, Father." She said, answering his silent question. "I am ready." Robert nodded his head in agreement. After finding out what happened to his daughter the night she was attacked, he knew it was best for Jonlynn to be married and in the North. He also knew that Ned would protect his oldest daughter like she was his own. "Tell me about Robb, his father rarely spoke of him."

She smiled brightly, "Robb is, he's perfect."

"Of course he is, I wouldn't expect anything less from my daughter's husband."

They had been riding for several hours when she saw the first pillars of Winterfell and she breathed a sigh of relief. She finally felt like she was safe, and that nothing was going to happen to her.

Without thinking she nudged her horse in the belly urging it forward. "Don't get too far ahead daughter!" Robert laughed as the horse took off in a run and the hood that had been covering her head fell down letting her dark hair flip in the air. Her answering laugh made him laugh more. "Renly!" He called, he didn't have it in him to chase after her. That was what his younger brother was for.

Shaking his head, Renly followed his niece who was still within eyesight, smirking at the displeasure Joffrey was kicking up. This whole visit other than Robert making Ned the hand of the king was going to be all about Jonlynn and Robb and it was going to be a hard pill for Joffery to swallow with the attention not being on him.

Lowering her hood, Jonlynn sat up straight on her horse and followed her brother and the Hound into the courtyard, her eyes darting around the crowded yard for Robb, who smiled when he met her eyes. "Do hold yourself together sister." Joffrey hissed following her gaze.

"Joffrey, drop dead." She returned through her teeth before waving her fingers at little Rickon who was all but bouncing in excitement at seeing her again. The younger sibling lifted his lip up into a sneer but was stopped by her father motioning for her to follow him over to the Starks.

Smiling the Princess got off of her horse and took her father's pre-offered arm and let him lead her to the Stark family. "You've got fat," Robert exclaimed once he had them all raise up. 'Father." Jonlynn groaned, raising her eyes to the sky before she lowered them to look at Robb who was standing beside his father. "Go on child, leave the talking to the old men.' Robert said handing her hand over to Robb who nodded his head once and shook the King's hand. "Are you alright?" He asked lowly. "We will talk later about it. Promise."

#i thought i posted this a long time ago #but i didn't #ash writes #oc: princess jonlynn #series: winter's gate #robb stark fan fiction #robb stark imagines

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multifandomfanfiction · 2 years

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Entering the Wolves Den - Snippet #4 (From the Vault)

The men came riding back into Winterfell.

Thea ran down the steps of the castle to meet them in the courtyard. She noticed they had furry bundles in their arms she ran up to Robb.

He got off his horse.

“What is that?” she asked him.

“A direwolf pup. There were enough for the Stark children”, he said placing the pup in her arms.

“But I’m not a Stark child”, she said petting the baby wolf.

“No, but we can share this one.”

She smiled and kissed the wolf’s head.

It looked up and licked her cheek.

Everyone smiled as she giggled.

“If I had known giving her a puppy would make her happy, I would’ve done it a long time ago”, Theon joked, but Thea payed no attention to the Ironborn.

She looked and saw Jon holding a snow white one. “What’s its name?” she asked Robb.

“Ours or Jon’s?”

“Ours of course.”

“I thought you would like to name him.”

“It’s a he?” she asked and Robb nodded. She looked at the grey pup. “Grey Wind. When you grow up, you’re going to be big and strong and as fast as the wind.”

Robb watched as she talked to the wolf.

Jon walked up and stood next to his brother. “She’s going to be a great mother one day.”

“Yeah, she is”, Robb said smiling.

#Robb Stark #robb stark imagines #robb/oc #jon snow #jon snow imagines #game of thrones #game of thrones imagines #entering the wolves den #from the vault

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reblogginqueen · 2 years

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Robb Stark Favorites Archive:

Imagines:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Series:

King and Queen in the North ~ Written By: @guess-my-next-obsession

Duty ~ Written By: @asongofmarvelanddc

Blurbs/Drabbles:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#robb stark imagines #robb stark x reader #richard madden #richard madden x reader #richard madden imagines #Robb stark favorites archive #Robb stark FA #reblogging queen favorite archives #rebloggin queen fa #rebloggin queen #reblogging friend

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rise-my-angel · 11 months

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Heart of the Great Wolf

Masterlist

Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn)

Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Pre Series Content and Extras:

Woes of a Modern Day Love (a modern!au)

Scattered Memories of the Starks

Shadows of their Hatred

The Lost Chapters of Jon Snow

NSFW Alphabet (contains spoilers for Part 3 and 4)

Interlude of Jealous Desires

A New Life's Darkened Lust (continuation of Ashes of Various Grey)

Part 1:

Wolves of the Lone Stag

Mouth of the Lion's Den

An Intrigue Drenched in Blood

Standing Behind a Betrayal

A War of Tragic Beginning

Part 2:

King and Queen in the North

Shadow of a Fiery Stag

Reunion of New Enemies

Pleasure of Conflicted Desire

The Sanctity of Children

What Lies Beyond The Veil

Part 3:

The Cost of Our Sins

Dragged Through the Violence

Only the Cold

Fire for the King's Blood

Part 4:

Ashes of Various Grey

Plans of Pain and Horror

Afraid of a Ravens Flight

Trust in the Gentle Rasps

Visions in Eyes and Flames

A Bastard or The White Wolf

Part 5:

Home of Bloodsoaked Stone

Blazing Fire of Storming Ice

Ghostly Dreams of Old

Sailing Through the Glow

The Last Dragon

The Winter Rose

Part 6:

The Clash of Three Kings

Shrouded Truth in Sickness

Winged Shadow in the Sky

Light in the Darkest Storms

Peeking the Realms Woes

Blood, Roses and All Lies

Broken Love of the Dead

The Souls Tethered in Death

Wolves of the Past and Back

The Crows and The Sight

Part 7:

A Brewing of New Mystery

Great Wolves of White Mists

Darkness Heavy in a World

Past Becomes the Present

The Thing in the Night

Waving Tides of Turmoil

Greenish White Boodraven

Dark Blood of Blinding Light

And Wait for the Snows

Part 8:

Into the Haunted Forest

Fist of the First Men

Through the Frost Fangs

#jon snow x reader #jon snow x you #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones imagine

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chloe-skywalker · 6 months

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For You - Robb Stark

Robb x fem!reader Baratheon/Lannister

Warnings: GOT, incest mentioned

Word count: 718

Summary: Y/n’s uncle has been captured in the war between her blood family and her family by law. The one person that really cared about her growing up. Will her husband kill the one person closest to his wife?

Authors Note: I know Jaime did a lot of crap to the Starks but I like this story and I’m not sorry.

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Robb stood there in their shared tent staring at his wife. He knew she was hurting but was bottling it up. She didn’t want to look weak or like a traitor to their men but Robb knew it wasn’t healthy. He could see it taking a toll on her and that was starting to hurt him as well. Once the last person had left the tent and they were alone Robb decided it was time to talk about it. “I am sorry my love.”

“For what your Grace?” Y/n asked confused on what he had to be sorry for.

“I know it hurts you to see him typed up out there.” Robb stated, cutting straight to the chase but still wanting to be considerate of her feelings.

It was silent for a few minutes. Y/n had a feeling that he had been wanting to bring this up for awhile. But Y/n didn’t know how exactly to explain how she felt about the situation.

“He is my uncle. He’s the only person that’s always been there for me and supported all my decisions.” Y/n couldn’t even begin to explain all that Jaime had done for her in her life. “My father could give a crap about us kids and my mother only cares about power. Jaime, he actually cares.”

Robb had seen first hand when they visited Winterfell how her parents were. And he saw how close she was with her Kingsgaurd uncle. “I’m sorry.”

Robb knew they had good parents growing up, one’s that cared. His wife didn’t have that.

“And if the rumors are true than I guess, he’s my blood father.” Y/n feared saying it out loud. Not anything against her ‘Uncle’, but the fact why would anyone want to be around or love the child of incest. She had a hard enough time finding love just having Lannister blood run through her veins. “That makes me someone you shouldn’t be with.”

Y/n dropped her head trying to hide her tears and defeated expression. She had truly come to fall in love with her husband and now because of her family's mistakes she could lose him.

Robb rushed over to her cupping her cheeks and pulled her inot a passionate kiss. “I love you, I do not care about who your parents are. My love for you will never change. That I promise.”

Y/n gave him a watery smile. “I love you to my wolf.”

“I won’t kill him.” Robb spoke up after some time.

Y/n pulled back to look at her husband, giving him a sad but appreciative smile. The fact that he wants to spare Jaime for her is heartwarming, but she knew he couldn't. “You can’t promise me that. As much as you’d like to, you can’t. If your men-”

“Fuck what my men want.” He cut her off. He was King of the North now he could do what he wanted.

“He injured your father.” Y/n continued back with sad eyes.

“He’s not the one that killed him.” Robb pulled her closer by the hips. Yes she had a point with both things. But so did he.

“I’m sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Robb cut her off again. She was not to blame for anything that had happened.

“They’re my family, and they're tormenting yours. Their the ones doing all this.” Y/n hated that she was put into the middle of everything just because of blood and marriage.

“You’ve been with me the whole time. You have had no part in it. In any of it, so none of it is your fault. You are not to blame. They’re tormenting you as well by putting you in the middle of all this.” Robb pulled her against his chest with an arm around her waist holding her to him, while the other rested on the back of her neck. Looking her in the eye’s to prove his seriousness. “I won’t kill Jaime. For you I won’t. But the other Lannisters. . .”

Y/n nodded knowing what he meant. “I know. . . Thank you.”

“You are my wife, my Queen. You do not need to thank me.” Robb shook his head. With him she’d always have a voice. He would never dictate her life.

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 1 year

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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

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violette-hue · 2 years

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I just read ‘Let’s get to know one another’ with Robb Stark and Reader and fell in love with it! Since your requests are open, is it possible to get a second part to this fic?? Like with Talisa trying to hurt the reader after the reader and Robb reveal that they are expecting a child?? And Robb panics and freaks out on Talisa and is super worried about the reader and confesses they love the reader?

Summary: Part two to Let’s Get to Know One Another. Talisa is not happy and threatened that you are expecting Robb’s child first.

Trigger Warning(s): pregnancy, vomit, mentions of vomit, violence, mentions of violence, jealously, cheating/affair, mentions of an affair, unedited

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Thank you so much! I happy you loved it 😊 Hopefully you’ll love this one just as much! I , however, don’t think this is one of my best works. I don’t think Talisa is an aggressive person to hurt anyone, so I had to kinda make things up. Sorry if you don’t like it!

500 Match-Up Event

Requests are open!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You knew Talisa would be a problem from the moment you agreed that Robb could have his affair. As of late, she had been pining for his attention more than usual. Of course, Robb had obliged. You couldn’t understand how Robb could make love to you one night, then rendezvous with Talisa the other.

To make matters worse, your feelings had grown for Robb. So much so that nearly the scent of him lingering on his pillow called you down. You loved him with every fiber in your being. If only Robb felt the same way.

You sighed, pushing a fat sausage across your plate. You had no appetite, the smell of the sausage making you more nauseous than anything. You didn’t want sausage, you didn’t want eggs or toast. You wanted stew. A nice, rich and warm beef stew. You sighed again.

“Are you alright? That’s the second time you’ve sighed,” Robb asked, looking over at you with worry.

You looked over at him startled. “I’m fine, My Lord,” you responded, placing your fork down. “Just tired.”

A couple of guards snickered, no doubt their minds in the gutter. Robb shot them a glared and they immediately ceased.

“You haven’t even had a bite of your food,” he stated, reaching over to grab your hand. He idly brushed his thumb along your knuckles.

You smiled at him in hopes to quash his worry. “I’m not hungry, my love,” you said and blushed at the pet name. We’re you allowed to address him like that in front of everyone?

Robb’s eyes softened and he smiled back. “Please do try to at least eat some of your breakfast.”

You nodded, removing your hand from his to grab your fork. All you had to do was eat one sausage, then Robb would be content. You stabbed the sausage with your fork and took a small bite. Nausea rolled through your body like violent waves and you fought to keep the small piece down. You took another bite, this time bigger and chewed. Robb smiled to you and started conversation with his mother, his eyes away from you. You took a few more bites of the sausage, chewing the meat, but not swallowing it. Once it was gone from the plate, you stood, silently excusing yourself and made way to your chambers.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make it to your chambers before you doubled over and vomited. A nearby handmaid rushed to your aid, pulling your hair out of your face and rubbing your back.

“Are you alright, m’lady?” she asked, helping you step away from the bile.

You shook your head. “I’m so hungry,” you said, wiping your mouth with your handkerchief. “But I can’t stomach breakfast.”

The handmaid smiled sheepishly. “Would you like to make a request of the kitchen?”

You thought for a moment. You didn’t want to bother the kitchen staff with a silly request. But, ultimately, you didn’t think you could stomach anything but beef stew.

You nodded. “Please—beef stew.”

The handmaid arched her brows, a look of surprise drawn on her features. The surprise quickly left and was replaced with a small, gleeful smile.

“I’ll let the cooks know and bring the stew to your chambers.”

You nodded and made your way to your chambers. Tiredness seeped into your bones out of nowhere and you sat down at the foot of your bed. Perhaps, if you just lay down for a bit...

The next few days were just as bad. You couldn’t keep any food you weren’t craving down, and it was harder to vomit in secrecy. A few times you had to completely miss meals, for the smell was too nauseating. Robb grew worried, and finally asked Maester Luwin to have a look at you.

“I’m afraid My Lady will be in this condition for quite some time,” the maester spoke, rinsing his hands in a bowl of water.

“Condition?” Robb asked, his arms crossed tightly along his chest.

“A child,” Maester Luwin stated, a large smile pulling on his lips. “Congratulations, My Lord.”

Robb looked to you, then to the Maester. His arms slowly uncrossed and reached for you.

“A child,” Robb repeated, eyes locked on your stomach in awe. “Do you know how far along?”

Maester Luwin shook his head. “How long has it been since your last cycle?”

You thought for a second. “A month and a half...” you responded, trailing off. Had it really been that long? Between worrying over Robb and Talisa’s relationship and vomiting nearly every day, you guessed you had lost track of time. And also lost track of your cycle.

“Then my guess is about four to six weeks. Give or take. If I may give some advise, My Lord... It’s best to keep this good news quiet until My Lady is showing.”

“I understand,” Robb responded. “We’ll need to double your guards.” Robb smiled wide and looked down. His callused hand moved to caress your abdomen. “A child...our child...”

You placed your hand over his, your cheeks hurting with how hard you were smiling. Your other hand moved behind Robb’s neck, your fingertips tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He rest his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You’ve made me the most happiest man in all of Westeros today.”

You placed a soft kiss against his lips. “We must tell your mother at once,” you insisted. “No one else will know.”

Robb nodded and the two of you stood there for what seemed like ages, smiling until your cheeks were sore.

Catelyn had taken the news wonderfully. She had cried almost immediately after telling her, and since then she’s been a huge support with your pregnancy. Your morning sickness and nausea to certain foods had been nearly cured with her remedies. She kept a close eye on what you ate and craved, claiming to know the gender of the baby just on that knowledge alone. She claimed it was a boy. The thought made you smile. A boy would be wonderful, and his name would be Eddard. Like his late grandfather.

Of course you had yet to tell Robb these things. How could you? “Your mother things our child will be a boy, and I want to name him after your late father.” There was no possible way you could bring that up organically. Robb hadn’t even brought up any possible names.

You shifted in your shared bed to get more comfortable. Only, you couldn’t. Robb’s chest was flush against your back and your legs intertwined. His hand lay protectively against your now growing bump. A bump that was now very hard to conceal under furs, cloaks, and muffs. Gods if you didn’t sit up now you might be crushed by your own child. You wiggled again to free yourself.

“Stop moving,” Robb mumbled. You craned your neck to see his face. His eyes were still closed and a loving smirk etched across his lips. He pulled you further into him.

You huffed and continued to try and get up. You pushed his leg off of yours and maneuvered your hips to push him back. Robb groaned behind you and in an instant you were laying on your back, pinned to the bed by your husband. He looked at you with feral eyes and pressed himself against you.

“I warned you, darling,” Robb said, his voice darker now. His head dipped and his lips found place on your neck. His tongue darted from his lips to draw pleasurable circles along a vein.

In any other circumstance you’d welcome this, trailing your nails along Robb’s bare back and whispering his name. But right now was not that circumstance. Robb pressing against you only made you have to pee more and now your baby was practically sitting on your lungs.

“Robb,” you gasped. You felt him smile against your neck and you placed your hands against his chest. “Robb, stop. I can’t breathe.”

He pushed himself off of you at the same time he pulled you up. “What’s wrong?” His eyes darted to your now very noticeable baby bump. “Is it the baby?”

You nodded and took deep breaths. “It’s just—” Another deep breath. “—it feels like he’s sitting right on my lungs when I lay down like that.”

Robb arched a brow. “He?”

A bashful blush creeped up your neck and you stood, your fingers running along your swollen belly. “Your mom thinks it’s a boy.”

Robb chuckled softly and moved to you. “I’m guessing she’s spinning you old wives tales about cravings?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Amongst other things. But I think I believe her. He feels very troublesome.”

“Arya’s very troublesome. I’m not quite sure that proves anything.”

“That’s true…” You worked your bottom lip between your teeth. Now was the perfect time to bring up names for your babe. “I was thinking—”

A rushed knock shook the door to your chambers, startling you. Robb sighed deeply, almost as if he were annoyed by the interruption.

“Enter,” he called, tugging over a loose linen shirt.

You grabbed your fur lined robe near by and hugged it on as well. Your room was warm and toasty now only for the fire in the fireplace. Once that door opened all the cold would seep in here. You climbed into bed, placing the covers up to your shoulders in hopes it would somewhat conceal your belly.

No announcement had been made yet, so no one knew you were with child. Save the Maester and Catelyn, of course. The announcement would be made later in the week, Robb just hasn’t chosen a day. It felt almost as if he were reluctant to tell his people. You guessed it was for your safety, and not to hide it away. He barely wanted you to leave the walls of Winterfell as it was, and you were always accompanied by a guard wherever you went.

“My Lord, Lady Talisa is demanding to speak with you,” the guard said once he was inside. His eyes fart between you and Robb and a look of sympathy crossed his features. And that made you angry.

“Send her—”

“Bring her in,” you demanded, interrupting Robb.

He turned to you, and you could tell he was angry. “Why?”

You narrowed your eyes and shot Robb a glare mustered with an anger you didn’t think you were capable of feeling. “She’s come all the way here—to our chambers. Clearly it’s important.”

The guard reluctantly exited your chambers, but kept the door held open. His presence was quickly replaced by a frantic and blubbering Talisa.

“Robb,” she choked out, rushing to your husband. She practically threw herself on top of Robb, her arms shaking around his neck. “Robb—”

Robb pulled Talisa’s arms off of him and pushed her back gently. “Why did you come here?”

A chill ran down your spine. You had never heard Robb speak like that. He was emotionless, indifferent. You watched as Talisa stumbled back, shocked. Her brows knit together and tears freely fell down her cheeks.

“Why are you being so cold?” Talisa asked, bringing her hands to her chest.

“You’ve come to my private chambers I share with my wife. Why have you disturbed us?”

Talisa scoffed. “Your wife? Us? Might I remind you that you were the one who sought me out to have an affair. How would your wife feel knowing I was here? How would she feel when she finds out I’m with child. Your child?”

Cold fingernails raked down your spine and squeezed your heart. She was with child? Robb’s child? You looked to Robb, desperately trying to hold back tears. He was already looking at you, moving towards you.

“I swear on my father’s grave that is not my child,” Robb insisted, grabbing your hands in his.

You stated at him, numb. How could you believe him? This affair had been going on since before your marriage. After all, you were the other woman. You felt a tear run down your cheek, followed by another, then another.

“I swear,” Robb pleaded. “When I found out you were with child I stopped pursuing her, I swear. I haven’t touched her in these six months.”

You pulled your hands away from his grasp. “I don’t believe you,” you whispered. Your throat opened and closed, preparing for a shattering sob. You crawled out of the bed and padded towards the separate bathing chamber.

You stole a glance at Talisa. She looked to be in shock, her eyes focused on your swollen belly. When she caught your eye, her expression quickly changed to a smirk.

“Robb will always choose me,” Talisa said, placing her hands on her hips. “Im the one he really wants.”

Those words stung. You always knew that. Robb had made it very clear from the beginning. You were just a fool to think Robb was starting to love you. That a baby could actually change something between the two of you.

You didn’t answer, and instead continued to the bathing chambers. It was so hard to walk. The grief coupled with your child in your womb threatened to tip you down. You took another step and your knee wobbled.

Talisa gripped your arm as you tried to take another step forward. “It’s rude to ignore people, My Lady.”

Your other knee wobbled, giving out. You fell to your knees and in an instant and every emotion rushed into you at once. A sob pushed pass your lips and shook your body. You had never experienced this type of betrayal of this magnitude. You knew Robb loved Talisa more, why would you ever try to think otherwise? You heard Robb shout and felt strong arms wrap under your arms.

“Are you hurt? Is the baby alright?” Robb asked hurriedly.

You pushed away from Robb and steadied yourself. You rubbed your eyes to clear the tears clouding your vision and opened your mouth to speak.

“I didn’t do anything!” Talisa shouted.

You looked to her and suddenly realized the reality of the situation. She had grabbed you. Hard. And you had fell. Though that had nothing to do with Talisa’s actions, Robb hadn’t seen it that way. The guards from outside your chambers had rushed in when Robb shouted, and they know held Talisa tightly by both arms.

Robb was now in front of you, examining your body for any injuries. “Are you hurt?” he repeated.

You nodded. You were fine, aside from your slightly bruised knees. The cold stone floor wasn’t exactly cushioning.

“I’m—” The gods had a cruel sense of humor. You winced as you felt a sharp kick to your kidney. How cold such a small child in your womb have this much strength?

But of course Robb didn’t know your child was using you as a personal target dummy. His face paled and he quickly escorted you to sit on the nearest surface—your vanity chair. He knelt at your side, placed a hand on your bump and looked to the guards.

“Take that woman far away from here,” he ordered. “I, Robb Stark, first of my name, King in the North nearby banish you. That unborn child is not mine, and you will pay for your crimes.”

You supposed you should stop this. After all, Talisa was an innocent woman. She had harmed you in no way physical, and had not harmed your baby either. But with her gone, you would have Robb all to yourself. She would no longer come in between you and your husband.

You looked down and caressed your pregnant belly. It was the greater good. You’d do anything for your child.

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We'll Rule Winterfell Now

Request from @woah-is-this-real-life Maybe Robb and his wife returning to winterfell for the first time after the end of the war. They got married in the camp during the war.

Placing my hands in my husband's he helped me down off my horse since it was much harder to do it on my own with my pregnant belly now. We had gotten married in his war camp and it suprised everyone that a Stark had actually married a Lannister. I am the middle child between the twins and my youngest brother Tyrion. The wind blows through my long blonde hair and I wrapped my arms around myself feeling the long forgotten cold of the North. "Let's get you and the baby inside before you catch a cold my lady." He slowly leads me inside the castle and into his parents old chambers. Which would now be ours I suppose you could say. Shrugging off my furs I felt his arms wrap around me from behind kissing my forehead softly. "It feels like another world for me to be back here actually married to you." I mumbled turning around so I could lay my head on his chest. "I didn't except that I would be married to you when my family took your father's life in the end. But I'm glad that we're together."

Robb rests a hand to my cheek leaning down and kissing me softly. I smiled into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck kissing back. Reaching my freehand up I twisted my fingers through his auburn hair he moaned a little until I felt a kick against my stomach. "Huh Robb. It's kicking - the baby's kicking." I gasped moving his freehand over my stomach hoping the infant would kick again. Looking up at him a smile graces his face feeling the thumping against his big hand. Placing my hand over his I smiled chuckling at the feeling. "I know it needs to be a boy but I'm hoping it's a girl. You'll just spoil her rotten I think." He leans down kissing my cheek softly leading the two of us to lay down in the furs on the bed needing to rest from the tires journey from the war.

Laying my head on the pillow I couldn't wait to finally have a child. I was slightly afraid though that I might die in child birth. My mother died giving birth to Tyrion and it broke my entire family to pieces. Robb flipped out his side playing with my loose blonde hair staring at me longingly. "I'm sorry I had to take the throne from your family. But I did spare Tyrion since you said he was your closest sibling. Just know that I love you no matter who your related too." Jaime was banished and Ceresi was beheaded in King's Landing with his sword in revenge for his father. Scooting closer to him I climbed onto his lap as best as I could kissing him deeply. He responded back tracing his hands down my back. "I love you too, Robb Stark. My sister said love was weakness but she was wrong. It is the strength that led me to you my king." He rolled us over hoping to not crush me tickling my sides causing me to squeal like a child that he joined in throughout the night. "And you Y/n Stark are the perfect queen I could have asked for."

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Prologue

The Great War

“…they say she is a great beauty,” Theon tells Robb as they walk just outside the walls of Winterfell, watching Bran and Rickon ride their horses near by. Jon is with them, he walked alongside his brother as their four direwolves play nearby, yipping and growling as they fight over a large stick.

“Who?” Robb asks, looking away from little Rickon to glance at his friend, his brother really, Robb can’t remember a life without Theon, nor can he with Jon.

“The Princess Helen, they say she is a great beauty,” Jon repeats.

“When have you ever seen the princess?” Robb chortles, a little surprised at the turn of Theon’s questioning.

“The Realm’s delight, the face that launched a 1000 ships, isn’t that what she’s called?” Jon asks out loud.

“Well, she must be delightful if they call her that, even this far up North,” Theon says off handedly, glancing down at Greywind who had fallen into dutiful step beside his master. Robb shoos him off, encouraging him to go play and he runs off with ghost after a squirrel.

“Well, you’ve met her before, haven’t you?” Theon asks Robb, shoving his shoulder in a teasing way after he notices the future Lord of Winterfell’s silence.

“Once, we were children. I hardly remember it,” Robb laughs as he shoves Theon back.

“Why do you think the King has decided to come all the way to Winterfell? He could have just as easily ordered Father to Kingslanding,” Jon wonders. Robb has admittedly wondered the same, but his parents didn’t seem worried so he couldn’t be either.

“The King hasn’t stepped North in over 10 years at least, perhaps he wants to visit his kingdom,” Robb answers, peeking back at Bran who was riding circles around Summer.

“We should get back inside before it gets dark, mother will be furious if we keep these two out any longer,” Robb decides, whistling for the remaining direwolves to follow as he promptly turns around.

”…where do you think that ship is going Helen?” Myrcella asks, pointing far off into the distance as she shakes her elder sisters arm. Helen had brought her two youngest siblings out, they sat at the boating dock to watch all the ships leave. The castle has too somber, having been that way since the Lord Jon Arryn’s death a few days ago.

“That one with the big sail? I think it’s going to Dorne, I think it’ll face ferocious pirates but will return home victorious, with barrels of delicious Dornish wine for us to drink,” Helen answers after thinking a while. The three royal riblings sit right at the edge on the stone pathway, their feet dangling over the edge. Ser Barristan Selmy and your uncle, Ser Jaime Lannister stand behind you, keeping watch as the people of Kingslanding scurry around. But they wouldn’t hurt you, no, you’ve been visiting for years now and they’ve never been anything but kind.

“What about you, Tommen? Where do you think that little one is going?” You ask your youngest brother, raising a hand to smooth out his pretty golden hair.

“I think it’s gone fishing! Perhaps we’ll eat it later tonight,” Tommen perks up.

“Perhaps we will,” you laugh, leaning back on your hands to allow the warmth of the sun to heat your face.

“Helen, I’m hungry,” Myrcella complains, the talk of fish reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since that morning.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? Let’s go back home,” you nod, picking yourself up first before offering a hand to each of your younger siblings. Myrcella is quick to accept and get up, but Tommen crosses his arms and remains sitting.

“But I want to stay,” Tommen complains as you kneel down beside him.

“Come on, dear Tommen. We’ve had enough sun, and besides, I think our uncle and Ser Selmy must be feeling very hot having been standing in the sun with all that armour on, don’t you think?” You ask him, quietly whispering as if you were sharing a secret with him as you both peek back at the two members of the esteemed Kingsguard.

“I think our uncle Jaime is looking a little red, don’t you think?” You whisper as Tommen giggles and allows you to help him up.

Tommen runs to catch up with Myrcella, and the two are followed closely by Jaime as Ser Barristan waits for you.

“Have you enjoyed your time in the sun, princess?” A sweet older lady asks as you walk back.

“I have, thank you for allowing us to sit in the silence,” you smile at her as you pull out a few gold dragons.

“Oh, no, please, there is no need, Princess,” the lady shakes her head, refusing your gift sincerely.

“You ensured we wouldn’t be interrupted, I’m sure we’ve inconvienced you today. Please, I will not feel right unless you accept,” you insist, reaching out for her hands so you could place the few golden coins into her hands. You think Ser Selmy flinches a little at your action, but he doesn’t do anything.

“To serve you, princess, is never an inconvience. I was happy to do it,” she smiles as you continue to hold her hands in your own. You pay no mind to dirt on her fingers, was she handling fish before this?

“I will not forget this, thank you,” you smile as you offer her a polite curtesy, allowing for Ser Selmy to lead you back to the castle, after your little brother and sister.

He offers you a tissue as you walk, and you accept it with thanks, quickly wiping the smell of fish from your hands.

As you walk the path back to the Red Keep, the common men and women bow politely as you pass. It never ceases to amaze Ser Selmy, how beloved you were by the people. It almost reminds him of the times he walked with Rhaegar Targaryen all those years ago, but it was different. Rhaegar was beloved because he was meant to be King after his father, he was a beacon of hope amongst his fathers horrid reign. You, on the otherhand, were not meant to be Queen. The people loved you because you were kind, because you walked amongst them as an equal. Ser Selmy wholeheartedly believes that if you could walk through Kingslanding naked, with a basket of gold upon your head, and you’d remain unharmed. The people would rally around you and ensure your safety, delivering you home with all the gold and your maidenhood intact.

“Does my father still sit with the Lord Jon Arryn?” You ask Ser Borros Blount as you pass him outside the room Jon Arryn’s body rests. You frown as you glance at the door, he’s been inside all day, since before you woke until now, even after the sun begins to set.

“He has asked for no one to bother him, princess,” Ser Borros warns you. Your father had been in a foul mood since the death of his greatest mentor. Your father was known to have a temper, but never towards you. Never ever towards you.

“No worries, Ser Borros, it is only I,” you smile at him before entering.

“Leave me alone!” Your father bellows, so loudly it was a reminiscent of the mighty warrior he once was. Anyone else would have left immediantly, but you do not.

“It’s only me, father,” you hum as you kneel beside him.

“You smell like fish,” your father grumbles as you wrap your arm around him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I took Myrcella and Tommen to the docks to watch the ships. It was nice outside, you should get some sun too, father,” you answer as you sigh.

“The Lord Jon Arryn will not go anywhere, father. Come eat with me, bathe, and have a good nights rest. It will make you feel better,” you promise him as your father raises a hand to rest on your own.

“He was like a father to me,” your father says quietly, shame evident in his tone.

“He was certainly a good man, among the best if you ask me. Very smart too,” you agree as you rub your fathers back.

“You became King of the Seven Kingdoms under his tutledge, father. You have brought peace and stability after the reign of the Mad King. You are a good father, proud, and a mighty warrior. He was very proud of you, he told me himself,” you tell him softly.

“He said that?” Your father asks surprisedly.

“He did, well technically he said that the greatest thing you’ve ever done is be one half of the whole that made me. But that’s neither here nor there,” you joke, forcing a laugh from your father for the first time since Lord Arryn’s death.

“I jest, the Lord Arryn was very proud. I am sure he rests well, knowing the boy he watched grow into a man, grow into a King, will ensure peace within the Kingdom’s for generations to come,” you tell your father.

“I have to pick a new hand now, who could possibly live up to Jon?” Your father asks rhetorically.

“Your mother would have me place your grandfather there, I imagine,” he grumbles.

“Who would you like to have, father?” You ask him, ignoring the slight he made against your grandfather. Your father thinks for a moment with a sigh.

“Perhaps I’ll ask Ned Stark. He’s a good man, an honourable man, I trust him,” your father confides in you.

“I think the Lord Stark would be an excellent choice father. What better choice is there than the man you grew up alongside under the Lord Jon Arryn’s watchful eye?” You agree.

“I shall have to call him down to Kingslanding soon then,” your father plans. You look down at your father, a beaten and broken man. Nothing like the King and father you have known him to be.

“Why don’t we go North, father? Let the people up North see you, you are their king, after all. It’ll be nice to get some fresh air away from Kingslanding, don’t you think?” You ask. He doesn’t answer right away, but you know he’s considering your thoughts. The thought of seeing Ned Stark again seems to brighten your fathers spirits a little.

But you don’t want him to think too hard now. Your father needs some rest before making any serious decision, especially one so consequential like chosing his Hand.

“Come eat with me and breathe some fresh air, I’m starving and I’m sure you are too having been in here all day. Someone else can come sit with our Lord Hand, perhaps Lysa will come,” you encourage as you get up, offering a hand for your father.

“Alright,” he sighs as he picks himself up. You link your arm with your father as you both walk out. Ser Borros and Ser Barristan were still waiting, and seemingly stand a bit taller when you (to their surprise) walk out with the King.

“Come, father, I hear the recent fishing trips have been bountiful, perhaps they have something grilled for us waiting,” you suggest.

“I don’t want fish, I want boar,” he grumbles.

“Then we shall have boar father,” you laugh, pulling the King along faster than he would have liked to walk. But he bears no mind, the sound of your laughter is a welcome repreieve from the pain he felt in his heart.

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