#got robb

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KINGLY BEHAVIOUR 𞠬 r.s

summary: between battlefields and bedsheets, he’s still just robb

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THE FIRE IN THE tent crackled low, throwing shadows across robb stark’s face. his hair was damp from the snow outside, his cheeks flushed red as he tugged off his cloak and tossed it lazily over a chair. i sat on his bedroll, smirking at the mess he made.

“you’re supposed to be king in the north,” i teased, leaning back on my hands. “but you throw your things around like a child.”

robb turned, raising a brow, and that wolfish grin crept onto his face. “a child? careful, love, i could have you thrown in the stocks for less.”

“stocks?” i laughed, shaking my head. “i don’t think your bannermen would be too impressed with their king punishing someone over a cloak.”

he stepped closer, boots heavy against the floorboards, until he was standing right in front of me. “maybe it’s not about the cloak,” he said, voice dropping, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

i tilted my chin up, feigning innocence. “oh? what’s it about, then?”

he crouched in front of me, his hands braced on either side of my hips. “it’s about you mocking me. my pride can’t let that go unpunished.”

i bit back a grin. “and how exactly do you plan to punish me, your grace?”

robb didn’t answer right away. instead, he leaned forward and kissed me, warm and slow at first, then hungrier when i laughed against his lips. his hands slipped up my waist, fingers grazing skin where my tunic had ridden up.

“mm,” i teased, pulling back just slightly. “is this kingly behavior?”

his breath was rough against my ear as he murmured, “this is very kingly behavior.” his hand squeezed my hip as if to prove the point.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and yet,” he said, pushing me gently back onto the bedroll, hovering over me now, his curls brushing my forehead, “you’re still here.”

i pretended to sigh, though my arms wrapped around his neck without hesitation. “fine, i’ll allow it. just this once.”

robb smirked against my mouth. “you say that every time.”

“and you never learn.”

the two of us dissolved into laughter before his lips found mine again, laughter quickly giving way to heat. his kisses were playful but eager, as if he couldn’t decide whether to worship me or tease me until I broke. either way, i was helpless against him—and he knew it.

[animeyanderetalker]

If Robb had marry Walder frey's daughter no matter what would he make y/n his secret mistress or would he go full on Rheagal and marry y/n secretly?

Looking at his choices within the show where he openly married Talisa, I wouldn't put it above him to marry his darling secretly. Robb tends to be driven by his own emotions more than he lets on and that despite being a good commander and warrior. Going with an AU where he actually becomes King of The North, he would have the authority to do so. And if Walder Frey calls for his head or shames you very openly, Robb is going to have his head instead rolling around as he won't tolerate any disrespect and insults thrown at you.

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“he doesn't deserve you.”

you laughed, “according to you, no one ever deserves me.”

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[urwarriorangel]

wudolph (robb stark au)

so this was going to be a drabble but it’s a little too long for that lol. but it’s holiday themed so whatever! I really enjoyed writing this and I love this story, too. pls tell me what you think, as always. i love robb sos.

w: mentions of third-party deaths, angst (!!!no gifs r mine!!!)

my little sibling mistook your dog for a reindeer and thats the story of how your dog ended up eating carrots inside my house au (@pynchs​)

“Sweetie, that’s not Rudolph!” You smile as your three-year old sister pets your neighbour’s dog, repeatedly calling him Rudolph because of his pink nose.

“Wudolph!” She giggles and the dog barks excitedly, licking her face as she squeals.

“Baby that’s Grey Wind! You know Grey Wind!” You pet the dog between his ears and he smiles up at you. “You’re so handsome!”

Grey Wind is your neighbour Robb’s dog. He was a little standoffish and god was he hot but you two never really hit it off. You love Wind though.

“Wind?” Your little sister looks at Grey Wind, confused for a second until the pup continues to lick her face. “Wudolph!”

“Okay, fine. Rudolph,” you laugh and take a picture as Maya runs around and Wind chases her playfully. “Now come on, let’s go home.”

“Wudolph!” She squeals, holding the puppy as they make their way over to you.

“Yes, say bye to Rudolph so we can go home and have some cookies!” You lean down to pick her up, but she’s not having it.

“No no! Wudolph come!” The dog’s ears perk and he stands up excitedly, tail high in the air.

“No, no! Rudolph, sit! Robb will be home any minute and he doesn’t like it when we ‘bother’ Wind,” that last part was whispered and paired with an eye-roll but Maya doesn’t buy it. And at this point, Rudolph is also not buying it. He’s sitting up straight and ready to go home with you.

“Wudolph!” Maya is crying in your ear and reaching for her friend and you groan, giving in and agreeing to deal with the consequences later.

“Fine,” you groan and sigh. “Rudolph can come, too. Besides, who leaves a pup out on a day this snowy?”

An hour later, you have Maya tucked in for a nap and Grey Wind is sitting at the edge of her bed with a carrot in his mouth. You can’t resist taking another picture, smiling as the dog nuzzles against Maya.

You make your way into the living room, ready to relax with a cup of hot chocolate only to be met with angry knocks that sound like they’re about to tear down your door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You open the door, yelling at whoever was standing on the opposite side of the door. “I have a child napping and a dog curled up by her side, will you please--?”

“Correction, you have my dog curled up by her side. Stop your yelling and give me my dog,” your neighbour, the incredibly sexy/angry Robb Stark, cuts you off and leaves you a little dumbfounded.

“You left your dog out on a snowy day. Maya thought he was Rudolph and they were both being whiny babies so I brought him in. Relax, Robb,” you glare at him and he smirks, rolling his eyes.

“If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask,” he shrugs and takes a step closer.

“Shut up and get inside. It’s cold out there. Your dog is asleep, as is my sister. Let them rest. You can take him back home later,” you walk away from the door, letting Robb choose whether he wanted to leave or stay.

Meanwhile, you make another cup of hot chocolate, prepared to drink this one yourself as well. You come into the living room and are surprised to be met with Robb Stark sitting on your couch.

“I found my way inside, I hope that’s okay,” he smiles at you, slightly embarrassed from his earlier charade.

“It’s perfectly fine. Here, have some hot chocolate,” you hand it to him and he accepts it, a smirk gracing his face as he notices where you’re standing. “What’s with the face?”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughs, pointing at the mistletoe. You, in turn, roll your eyes and make your way to the single couch and plop down.

“Relax, that was accidental,” you sip on your hot chocolate, trying to relax but now all you can think about is Robb and how it would feel to kiss him. So you clear your throat and pick up the remote. “Anything you want to watch?”

“See if Home Alone 2 is on Netflix. I haven’t seen that in a while,” he sips his hot chocolate and places a hand over the back of the couch, finally relaxing a bit.

“Great choice. I already dislike you a little less,” you smile and he chuckles softly, shaking his head at you as you play the movie.

He loves this movie, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile and your nose twitches right before you laugh. You two have been neighbours for a couple years, but this is the first he’s hearing of any child living with you. He’s always had a crush on you and maybe that’s why he’s distanced himself, but damn it’-it’s almost Christmas!

“So,” he clears his throat and you look up at him. “We’ve been neighbours for two years now, why am I just hearing about your child?”

“Hm,” you rub your chin in contemplation and he shakes his head at you. “Maybe it’s because you’re always so distant and moody whenever I try to talk to you? I don’t know.”

You raise a brow at him and he shrugs, raising his glass to say “well done.”

“I’m kidding, kind of,” you sigh and wrap both hands around your mug, clearing your throat before you bear your soul to Robb. “My parents died recently. Maya’s my little sister and I’m her soul guardian, so that’s why you haven’t heard of her.”      

“Oh,” he furrows his brows as you shrug at him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shrug and do your best to focus on the movie, seeing as you’re on the verge of tears.

“I know what you’re going through, so feel free to talk to me whenever. I’ll try not to be so… distant and moody as you so eloquently put it,” he smiles softly at you, looking down at his hot chocolate as he begins to bear his soul. “My parents both died within a month of each other. My siblings were left in my care but they’re away for school now. One of them is in the FBI, the other is going to become an actress. My youngest sister is going to the Olympics next year. My little brother is in and out of the hospital, so I have a place for him around there.”

“Wow,” you whisper softly, sitting up attentively as he speaks about his family.

“Yeah, pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” He sniffles a bit, not really noticing his actions. “The good thing is, my siblings will all be home for dinner tomorrow. It’s just tough sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you whisper softly, getting up and walking over to Robb. A few tears have managed to escape him and he does his best to quickly wipe them off, shooting you a smile.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him close, placing your chin over the top of his head as he wraps his arms around you, tears soaking your sweater. You kiss the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as he slowly calms down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, sniffing as you shake your head.

“Nothing to be sorry about, love. It’s okay,” you gently press your lips against his forehead and he feels them--he feels the butterflies. You feel a whole jungle.

“Thank you,” he whispers, pulling away a bit to look at you.

“Of course, whatever you need,” you whisper and you know you’re both vulnerable, but this feels right. He feels right.

He kisses your forehead and pulls you close, this time he’s resting his chin atop your head. You snuggle into him and he sighs, trying to watch the movie and repress these damn wings in his stomach.

“Hey,” you whisper and he quickly turns his head to face you.

“Yes?”

“Look up.”

“Hm?” You smile as he looks up, mistletoe write over him.

“It’s holiday tradition. We must,” you smile and Robb smiles widely back at you, dimples prominent even through that gorgeous beard.

“If you insist,” he whispers, fingers gently gripping your chin and bringing you closer to him.

“I do insist,” you whisper breathlessly, desperate to feel gorgeous lips against yours.

He smiles, brushing his nose against yours and gently licking the top of your cupid’s bow. You open your mouth, gasping as his free hand pulls you in closer, not caring how desperate you look.

“Robb, please just--”

And as a man with a flair for the dramatic, he does. Oh, he does. His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you into his lap, his red plump lips encapturing yours as you moan into his mouth. Your hands reach up and gently pull his hair, eliciting a happy groan.

“Sissy?” You hear a tired voice and gasp, jumping off Robb’s lap as Maya and Wind stood at the entrance of the living room. Thankfully, Maya was rubbing her eye and Wind was kissing her.

“Close call,” you whisper and get up, quickly tending to your sister and her furry friend.

“I have to get going,” Robb clears his throat and stands, taking a minute to adjust himself. “I have a whole day of festivities to prepare. Rudolph,” he smiles at Maya and she giggles back shyly. “Rudolph can stay. You can bring him with you to dinner tomorrow.”

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Queen of the Wild (2/6)

Summary: *yn* Blackburn has gathered her army and is now closing in on the Northern armies. However, not everyone is eagerly anticipating her arrival, with Robb’s mother and other generals concerned about her heritage. Meanwhile, her closest friend, Cassius, lets his own personal feelings out.

Warnings: light swearing, slightish fluff

Notes: Face claim for Cassius is Ben Barnes, but you can picture someone else if you want :) 

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“Have you heard word from my son?” 

“No, my lady.” Catelyn Stark’s lips pressed together in a thin line, mother’s worry etched on her face at the uncertainty of her son’s safety.

“The ride to Vesiros is about a two week journey, my lady, I would not fret yet.” Roose Bolton spoke in an attempt to sooth her.

“If that… that wildling queen kill-” Catelyn began, spitting out the word queen in disgust. “The queen may be a savage, but I am sure she is not a compete fool, my lady. She already has to deal with invading wildlings, she would not want a Northern army marching on her too.” 

“Let us pray that you are right Lord Bolton, and also pray that the girls savage instincts do not get the better of her.”

“My lady!” A guard called, entering the tent before Roose could reply. 

“It’s the king, he has returned, my lady.” The guard announced, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath. 

At his words, Catelyn shot to her feet, wrapping her fur shawl tightly around her shoulders, as she hurried out of the tent and into the cold clutches of the night. She began to follow the sounds of men cheering and hollering until her eyes finally fell on her son.

She felt relief spread through her weary body as she watched a completely unscathed Robb ride towards her, flanked by his men that had accompanied him on the journey. Catelyn picked up her dress so it didn’t drag on the dirt and hurried to meet her son as he came to a halt and began to dismount.

“Robb!” She called out causing Robb to jerk his head towards her direction and a huge smile to spread across his lips.

“Mother!” Robb greeted, capturing her in a tight embrace which she happily returned. “I was so worried, I thought that-” Catelyn cut herself off, not wanting to even utter the words as she squeezed her son tightly.

A subtle cough as someone cleared their throat made the mother and son pull away and turn around to see Roose Bolton and the other leaders standing expectantly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Grace and my lady, but we need to know how successful your meeting with the wildlings was so we can inform the generals.” Roose spoke imploringly, encouraging nods from the other leaders as they all turned to their king expectantly.

“Queen *yn* Blackburn has agreed to offer us her horses and men to help us win this war.” 

“She agreed to help?” Catelyn echoed in disbelief. “What were her terms?”

“She claims that the white walkers have returned and are intending to march on Vesiros. Once she has aided us in our war, we will help her win hers.”

“But the white walkers have been dead for-”

“We will cross that bridge when we come to it, mother.” Robb cut her off, his tone clipped with impatience.

“Go inform your generals that the queen and her army will be arriving in two days time. Get them to spread the word, we do not need men accidentally attacking our new allies because they think they’re the enemy.” Robb instructed Roose and the other leaders. 

They briefly exchanged silent glances but nodded and complied without complaint, clearly noticing that their leader was not in the mood to be questioned.

“The girl herself is coming?” Catelyn queried in disbelief causing Robb to turn his attention to her.

“That ‘girl’ is a queen, mother. And yes, I asked her to.” He explained causing his mother’s eyes to widen in disbelief. 

“She has great skill in military battles and a great mind for strategy. We need her for her tactics but we also need her here to inspire her men.”

There was a pause as Catelyn eyed her son for a few moments before she reverted her gaze in defeat. “I pray to the gods that you are right, Robb.”

“We will reach the encampment tomorrow, Your Grace.” 

“Thank you, Mikel. Ensure that my horse is fed and watered and you can retire for the night.” 

“Of course, Your Grace.” One of *yn*’s servants bowed before exiting her tent. Letting out a small yawn, *yn* allowed her shoulders to droop as she let herself to relax. Rubbing her eyes, she took one last sip of her wine before pushing open the flaps of the tent and entering into the cool night air. A small smile formed on her lips when she saw that Luna was sitting outside protectively and once she began to walk, Luna padded dutifully behind her.

The wind nipped at her exposed skin as she made her way through the camp, her men bowing respectfully as she passed them. Finally she came to a stop when she reached one of the small campfires and her eyes fell on the person she was looking for. 

Wordlessly, she weaved through the many soldiers desperately trying to catch some warmth from the flames until she finally took a seat on the log beside them. A few minutes of silence stretched out between the pair before *yn* stole a glance at her companion. 

Cassius Browick had been *yn*’s most trusted friend since the pair had been children. And as the pair had grown up, *yn* became queen and he became her most important advisor and the leading commander of her army. He was currently staring into the bright embers, the fire reflecting in his dark irises and gave his face a sort of eery glow. 

“You think this is a bad idea, don’t you?” 

At the sound of her soft voice, Cassius turned his head, his raven coloured and shoulder length hair falling over a part of his face as he did so.

“You know what I think.” He answered as he pushed his hair behind his ear. 

“Cass.” *yn* let out a small sigh as she eyed her dear friend. “I know you do not like the southerners. Neither do I. But we do not have enough men to defeat the white walkers or enough resources to build shelters and you know it.”

“There’s more to it, is there not?” Cassius asked her. “Leo?” He continued, giving her a pointed look when she did not answer. “Of course a part of me wants revenge against the Lannister’s. But I would not do this purely to avenge my brother, you know me better than that, Cass.” *yn* answered, feeling her chest tighten as she thought of her brother. 

“If Mance Rayder catches word of this-”

“Mance Rayder is a fool.” *yn* spat, her anger rising at the mention of the man she truly despised. “He has tried to invade before and lost more than half his army. He knows very well that if he tries again he will not be leaving with his head attached to his body.” She growled.

“What?” She queried when she noticed the large grin that had appeared on Cassius’ features. “Just glad to see that you’re still you.”

*yn* raised a brow at his words, urging him to extrapolate. “You care about him, this King of the North. He’s making you weak.” He explained which caused her to scoff. 

“I barely know the man, Cassius.”  *yn* dismissed. 

“I know you. I saw how you were around him, if it were any other southerner you would have kicked them out in an instant. You may not want to admit it, but you feel something for this Robb Stark and it is clouding your judgment.” Cassius answered back, anger flashing in his eyes. 

“I made a deal, I am not breaking my word.”

“This is a grave mistake and you need to-”

“I do not need to do anything.” The queen snapped as she rose to her feet causing soldiers around them to fall silent and glance over. “You may be my friend, but I am still your queen, with thousands of people who are willing to do anything I tell them to do. I suggest you remember that the next time you feel the urge to question my authority.” *yn* hissed, shooting him one last glare before turning on her heel and marching towards her tent.

Cassius shoulder’s slumped in defeat and his features softened as he watched his queen disappear from sight. As he turned back to look at the fire, he froze when he saw that his men were still staring at him wide eyed. “What are you all fucking lookin’ at, huh?” He grumbled. Immediately, the men averted their gazes and began to talk amongst themselves. The last thing they wanted to do was to face their commander’s wrath. 

The man let out a weary sigh as he ran a hand through his unwashed hair and took a sip of his ale. Eventually he turned his gaze from the fire, finding that the flickering flames reminded him too much of *yn*’s fiery tenacity. But seven hells who was he kidding? Everything he laid his eyes upon somehow reminded him of her. Even when his eyes were closed his mind conjured up images and thoughts of her. The anger *yn* thought she had seen flash in his eyes was not anger, it was jealousy, because his whole entire world, his everything, was her.

And that was something *yn* would never know because she was a queen and he was, well, he was him. 

“Your Grace, the Vesiros army is approaching.” 

The tent full of Robb’s generals and advisors immediately fell silent at the announcement. Robb swallowed nervously and straightened up, ensuring that his face was free from emotion as he nodded at the guard before making his way out of the tent.

He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyesight as the harsh sunlight hit his skin. He could hear his advisors murmuring behind him, but he paid no attention to it as he continued to walk. Finally, he reached the place where he was to greet the queen, with two banner men proudly displaying the Stark banners on either side  and his advisors and generals behind him.

The entire Northern camp fell into complete silence, almost as if the whole army were holding their breath as they awaited for the wildlings arrival. As it turned out, the Northerners would hear the wildlings before they saw them.

Thud. 

Thud. 

Thud. 

Robb’s men began to exchange glances as a rhythmic noise arose from through the trees. As time stretched on, the thudding grew louder until it was so loud Robb could feel the vibration deep in his bones. It was then that a clanging sound began to mix itself with the thudding and despite Robb knowing that they were here as allies, he could not help but to feel slightly intimidated at the imposing noise.

Roose Bolton glanced at his other advisors who looked equally as nervous as the King did, despite him trying not to hide it. With another glance to ensure no one was paying attention, he slipped away from the group of men and hurriedly made his way towards the sound.

Panting slightly, he finally reached the point where the ground began to slope and gave way to a huge clearing where the thousands that made up the majority of the Northern army were stationed. His eyes widened and his mouth very nearly fell open at what he saw.

Emerging from the forest, was the army of Vesiros. It then became clear to Roose why the sound of the army was so loud. Every single one of the tens of thousands of wildling warriors was on top of a horse. But they were not like the horses the people south of the wall were used to, every horse was intimidatingly large with visible muscles rippling under their taut skin as they marched in sync. As more and more wildlings began to spill out of the trees, alongside extra horses no doubt for some of the Northerners, Roose’s concern grew. 

There was no way the Lannister’s could win, not with the Vesiros army against them.

*yn* jutted her chin out defiantly as she led her army towards the foreign men. She could already here the shouts and voices stemming from Robb’s army but she forced herself to push it out of her mind as they neared them. 

Once they were a few metres from the Stark encampment she came to a halt and the single deafening sound of tens of thousands of horses coming to a standstill echoed in her ears. She turned around on her horse and nodded at Cassius who then rose his hand up to signal that the army was to stop here.

Pressing her heels against the underbelly of her horse, she began to move once again. Two of her trusted knights immediately followed behind her, with two bannerman displaying her sigil behind them. 

As her horse walked forward, the Stark men began to part for her like the red sea. None of them made a sound as they stared agape at the wildling queen in complete awe. A few backed away quite a few steps as the large dire wolf by her side began to growl at the men who were too close. *yn* however, did not give them one glance. Instead she kept her eyes fixed on the path as she tried to push unnerving thoughts of Robb out of her mind. 

The pair had only spent a few hours together when he stayed for the feast, but it was the most enjoyable few hours she’d had since she could last remember. The two had clicked instantly, and before she knew it, *yn* was telling him her whole life story as was he. Robb told her everything; about how he grew up in Winterfell and about his mother, father and five other siblings including Ned Stark’s bastard, Jon Snow. By the end of the night she was wishing he could stay a while longer and after two weeks of travelling she found herself greatly missing his presence.

That could not happen again. She was a queen, a wildling queen to be exact. *yn* could not have distractions if she was to rule and protect her kingdom and despite her denying it to Cassius - Robb Stark was a distraction.

Robb fiddled with his fingers placed behind his back as he waited as stoically as possible. He straightened up when he saw a few of his guards marching towards him, knowing that in a few moments *yn* would be revealed to him.

He sucked in a sharp breath when the queen came into view. She was still just as enchanting as he remembered, except somehow she looked even more regal and assertive. Her hair was out and flowing, finishing in soft curls around her waist with her crown placed elegantly on her head. She wore a light purple two piece dress leaving a small part of her stomach exposed with a light fur shawl draped over her shoulders.

But it wasn’t just *yn* herself that made the queen stand out. *yn* was mounted on a white stallion, it’s coat so pure that it looked like it had been freshly carved out of the snow. Robb had never seen a horse so beautiful in his entire life. He eyed the queen in near disbelief as she halted her horse a few metres from him and dismounted gracefully.

“Your Grace, I present to you Queen *yn* Blackburn, ruler of the Vesiros Kingdom.” One of his men formally introduced her as she walked confidently towards him. 

“Your Grace.” He bowed politely.

“Your Grace.” She echoed, curtsying back as both of them rose to their full height and locked eyes. There was a brief moment of silence as the pair studied each other intently. “I have to admit that I’ve missed you, my lady.” Robb spoke, breaking the stillness between them.

“Have you missed my dazzling wit or the way my body looks in this dress?” She quipped back, raising a brow sarcastically.

“Can a man not miss both?” He smirked which made a small smile twitch up onto her lips.

“Are you going to show me to my tent or are we going to stand around all day while you gawk at me, young wolf?” She retorted as a small blush appeared on her cheeks.

“If you are willing to stand here and let me look at you, I will happily do so, lady *yn*. But it will have to wait until later, my advisors wish to hold a meeting with you and your leading commander.”

At his words *yn* glanced over his shoulder to finally notice the group of men eyeing her, some with disgust, some with lust and others with both. However, she knew that no matter how they looked at her, they would all treat her the same. Like a complete fool. Withholding a sigh, she turned back to the King and forced a small smile onto her lips. 

“I can hardly contain my excitement.”

Part 3

I hope you guys enjoyed the second part! I know there wasn’t heaps of Robb x reader but I promise that’ll change ;) As always positive feedback is appreciated!!!! Please give it back here xx

[lonelystark-blog]

It plays like a song in my head.

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IN BATTLE, IN LOVE 𞠬 r.s

summary: robb stark swore in gratitude, he never expected to mean it

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THE CLASH OF STEEL rang out in the forest clearing, men shouting and horses screaming as the ambush unfolded. i had only seconds to act when i saw the spear aimed at robb stark’s unguarded side.

“robb!” i shouted, surging forward. my blade found the attacker’s throat before the point of his spear could find robb’s heart. he fell in a heap, crimson staining the snow, and the chaos seemed to slow just long enough for robb to glance at me—wide-eyed, breathless.

when the last of the ambushers fled, leaving only broken branches and broken men behind, robb leaned against a tree, chest heaving. his auburn curls were damp with sweat, and a streak of mud cut across his cheek.

“you…” he panted, half laughing, half gasping, “…you saved my life.”

i shrugged, trying to steady my own breathing. “i wasn’t about to let the king in the north fall to a common spear.”

his blue eyes fixed on me then, bright even in the dying light. he pushed off the tree and stepped closer, his grin crooked and boyish despite the blood still dripping from his sword.

“then i swear this,” he said, voice pitched loud enough that a few of his men turned their heads. “i’ll marry no one but you. from this day until my last, my life is yours.”

laughter rippled through the soldiers—some hooted, others smirked—but robb didn’t look away from me. he was smiling, yes, but there was a glimmer of sincerity under it, the kind that made my stomach twist.

“don’t make promises you can’t keep, stark,” i said, trying to deflect, though my voice betrayed a tremor of nerves.

“who says i can’t keep it?” he shot back, stepping close enough that i could feel the warmth radiating off him in the cold air. his tone was playful, teasing, but his eyes were searching mine with something deeper.

i rolled my eyes, though my lips betrayed me with the hint of a smile. “then i suppose i should start getting used to being called lady stark?”

he chuckled, his grin widening. “you’d wear it better than anyone.”

the men laughed again, the moment shifting back into jest, but robb’s gaze lingered on me, unflinching, long after the sound had faded. and though it might have been born of battle-high and jest, i knew the wolf meant every word.