“ i'll have peace on those terms, ” lord karstark said. “ they can keep their red castle, and their iron chair as well. ” he eased his longsword from its scabbard. “ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇! ” he said, kneeling beside the greatjon.
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𝑶𝑶. hello, nice to meet you. you can call me sol. my pronouns are she/her, i'm over the age of 21, and i have been writing for quite the long time. i am a gemini, passionate about high-fantasy and a sucker for everything historical, magical and medieval. my activity levels depend on my muse, so i'll be here as much as i possibly can.
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𝑶𝟓. i am a detailed multi-para writer, and i feel most comfortable narrating in third person view. i am big on introspection, though i also encourage people to go straight to the point. you will see me using em dashes and oxford commas sometimes—that's just who i am as a writer. i can write both book!robb and show!robb, so let me know your preferences in case you have them! if not, book!robb is default.
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she had never really pondered on what she would wear when she was the lady of winterfell. she knew it was cold, she knew she would need fur, like robb did. but margaery had no time to ponder on what could happen in the future, not when her blood ran so warm, so freely against his touch.
no, she was quite distracted right now, her hand pulling his touch closer and closer to her almost uncovered cleavage, letting his fingertips dance against her skin. ❛ i have not pondered that question, my lord. i assume i will be wearing very little clothing in the days after we are wed. " a smirk latched onto her lips at her words, head tilting to capture his gaze, almost daring him to do something else, to touch her more.
❛ as you know, us tyrells are warm blooded. but i assume i will have to appear more . . . queen like towards your subjects .ᐣ no .ᐣ " her words drawing him in, making him think of the future. it was bright, and margaery knew she would perform her duty to the fullest, just as her mother had. right now, the only thing that concerned her was robb and his pleasure.
the what if's swirled around her brain, wondering how far they shall take the evening. shall tonight be the night they truly caved into the pleasure of the flesh .ᐣ or shall they keep dancing around the subject as they had for weeks.
his fingers continued along that perilous path where she was the guide, and at last made contact with the bare skin of her décolletage, in the valley of her breasts. they ventured further, slipping beneath the fabric to palm her properly, shamelessly, and without a thought. why dwell on the future when he possessed her in the present as well? margaery was a stark in all but name. weddings were ceremonies for the gods; sex was the ceremony of mortals.
❛ that makes a great deal of sense. people do not wear so many clothes in bed. ❜ a smirk that was a perfect reflection of the one upon her delicate lips, cerulean gaze locking with hers when she finally dared to look back over her shoulder. it was an invitation, plain as day, and so he ventured further still. his hand was already halfway there, and he had only to stretch his fingers a fraction more to find what he sought. gently, between index and middle finger, he pinched a tender nipple that hardened almost instantly.
it had to be from desire, for 'twas not that cold, he reasoned.
❛ i think, ❜ he began, his voice a lazy drawl and his breath growing a little heavy. he knew not if his heart was beating fast or slow; he could not hear it in his ears. gaze shifted toward the beast resting in a corner of the tent, and with a slight jerk of his head, he pointed out the exit; grey wind obeyed at once, rising and padding out in haste. the direwolf was ever by his side, but this was not for his eyes. it was for robb's alone. his attention returned to her then, at last, his other hand sliding up her abdomen until it found the front clasp of her gown. ❛ that right now i have no wish to speak of smallfolk, and neither do you. is that not so? ❜ click … deft fingers undid the fastening that held the delicate garment in place.
⌗ 𝕾͟𝐏𝑬𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 ... a private, selective, independent. mutuals-exclusive, lore-heavy multimuse featuring canon & original male characters from various media & literature, carefully curated by 𝐒𝐎𝐋: 21+, she/her, latina. permanently low/slow activity. est. 2026.
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the candle's had been lit, the food neatly prepared against golden table cloths covered with little roses. ah yes, the tyrell's knew how to host. all kind's of dishes adorned the table as margaery's father spoke with catelyn stark, their alliance in full swing. the north united with the reach, a match made in heaven. however, margaery could feel robb's eyes on her. her own aqua hue's catching small glimpses of him as she blushed through their main course. of course her brother's had noticed, all three laughing and making fun of margaery as she tried to keep calm.
❛ will you stay for long .ᐣ " words cut through the chatter between her siblings, a small smile etching against her facade as she caught robb's gaze completely now. ❛ you have not seen much of highgarden . . . you must walk the gardens, the roses are spectacular. "
@ofnorths has asked : [ glance ] receiver catches sender looking at them. / accepting .ᐟ
being accustomed to the feasts of winterfell hadn't prepared him for this; what a talent the tyrells had for throwing such a celebration in the midst of a war. highgarden was, by all means, the polar opposite of the north; roses grew here, like margaery. robb wasn't ready to lead an army, or to be king, or to be married. he wasn't really sure if he was ready for anything at all.
“ it would be my pleasure, ” an offer sweet as syrup. perhaps a stroll through the gardens would ease some of the pressure; all the better with her. because it was no secret to anyone, really, that robb hadn't stopped looking at her the entire night. marriage of political convenience didn't change the fact that she was the loveliest of flowers. cerulean irises flicked briefly to her siblings, then settled back on her. if they were to wed, he had to be a bit bolder, even in front of the lot of them. robb cleared his throat. “ i insist you join me. you know your home far better than i do, after all. ”
melisandra peaks from behind the pillar quickly, grabbing a wooden sword, holding it up laughing, jumping in front of robb. she had seen her brother’s practice before and has always wanted to give it a try and who better not than to try it with  ❛ are you worried you might actually lose to me? ❜
crisp northern morning air and the laughter of the lads training nearby with wooden swords under the watchful eye of ser rodrik cassel, the master-at-arms of winterfell. robb had been standing there with his arms crossed, watching bran intently—when the boy wasn't busy scaling walls and feeding crows on the rooftops, he was right there, happy, and looking almost entirely in his element.
brows shot up and he instinctively took a step back when ‘ ambushed ’ … melisandra verona with a wooden sword and a cheeky grin that looked a fair bit like his younger siblings' ... or perhaps even a little like his own. or at least, that's what his mother would think. “ perhaps. i quite like my head where it is; firmly attached to my neck. ” a smirk tugged at one corner of his lips, index finger pointing over to the barrel she’d grabbed the harmless weapon from. “ put that back. you don't want to go upsetting ser rodrik, that's far worse. ”
today i woke up hateful, and that means i feel compelled, inevitably, to revamp guidelines and the like. so, i will be doing that, alongside working on a new carrd. in the meantime, send me asks! let's write! there are a lot of people i want to interact with, but i'm a dork, so please make the first move. i beg you.
it was as though he was trapped inside a wolf's maw. ned stark had been beheaded by the bastard joffrey baratheon, who styled himself ruler of the seven kingdoms, and robb, so far from king’s landing and so hopeful of saving his lord father, could do absolutely nothing but receive the news. his sisters ... they were in the capital, defenceless, vulnerable to the sheer malice of the newly crowned boy.
“ my father ... he is no longer there with them. you know sansa, she’s the one who worries me most. arya must know how to look after herself by now. and i can do nothing, because i have to fight the lannisters from here. ” it tormented him to no end. his thumb rubbed roughly against his bottom lip, arms crossed over his chest, face barely lit by the lantern light spilling from inside one of the tents.
it was the most sickening night of his life. he was king in the north, yes, but ... what use was a crown when he could not save those he loved with it?
“ i know i can count on you, jamie, i thank you for it. truly. ” nevertheless ... it was unfair. their friendship went far beyond dragging him into the crossfire. he trusted him as much as he trusted theon, and he knew his sisters would be safe by his side if he were to ask him to go for them. he frowned. it wasn’t right. there must have been another way. “ if only reasoning with the lannisters were so simple. ”
from the outside, they looked like your normal, average couple indulging in a moment alone. the whole world went quiet when he touched her, when he wrapped his arms around her. her mind finally quietened, a small hum leaving her lips as her own hands clasped around his, slowly pulling them up towards her waist. ❛ what else does my king order .ᐣ what else would he have me do .ᐣ "
she was acting shy, almost coy but they both knew what was going to happen here, or well what was going to be attempted. they had been giving each other stolen glances all day. catching each other in crowded rooms filled with men trying to make up their next plan of attack. yet margaery waited, silent and still. waited for her chance to be alone with him.
some may say it was premature to allow robb to touch her like this, especially with their wedding so far away. but margaery couldn't physically hold back anymore. she needed him. she needed his touch. gods she needed his kiss, more then she could bare it and by the way he was holding her tightly, he needed it too.
❛ i'm not going anywhere, that is a promise. i will always be by your side. forever and until the end of my days. "
whether he had wanted this only presently or for a long time indeed, he was not sure. likely the latter was true. he followed the path she laid out for him, the webs of his hands fitting perfectly into the curve of her waist while his thumbs traced gentle, idle circles. robb was no fool; his inexperience in war did not make him entirely green in all other matters.
besides, with theon greyjoy as a constant whispering bird in his ear, it was impossible to remain innocent for long. “ you said it yourself ... it is time to rest. to leave the maps be for a moment. ” he drew his head back just enough to slip down to the curve of her neck, pressing a chaste kiss against the long brunette hair that fell and draped over her back almost completely.
despite the intensity of the moment, he could not help but feel moved by her words. this woman, robb stark was sure, would be his undoing. “ i am yours & you are mine. i swear this by the old gods and the new. ” one palm left her hip and slid slowly upward, digits brushing away the stray locks that stood in his way; a kiss, this time, was pressed directly against the soft skin of her nape.
“ i am rather curious, ” the evening was not particularly warm, perhaps it was his inner fire ( hunger ) speaking. his breath brushed against her skin, his brows rising a fraction. “ will you wear this sort of gown once we return to winterfell? ” a mischievous smile , another kiss upon her neck. “ if not, i should hate to miss the last few times i see you so … uncovered. ”
