#rob stark

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Excerpt from Bran I, AGOT.

GRRM says that this scene is the first one he came up with in all of ASOIAF so I thought it fitting to draw upon my re-read!

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But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear...

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Obssessed with your Robb stark (lannister)

Yes, I like him too haha (he is silly)

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The Starklings

The Young Wolf, Rob St

The White Wolf, Jon Snow

The Wolf Girl, Sansa Stark

The Night Wolf, Arya Stark

The Winged Wolf, Bran Stark

The Wolf Child, Rickon Stark

5 Dire wolves for the trueborn Starks, and one white wolf for the one called Snow

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I Bet on Losing Dogs- Ch. 3

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Summary: The plot is starting to roll out, Reader starts to rely on those around her for support.

Pairing: Robb Stark x Frey! Reader

W.C: 2,392

Chapter 2

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The noise of a crowd reached my window, awaking me at the very first light of morning. I quickly went to my window, opening it as much as I could to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

An army of northern men were making their way to the entrance of the passage; father has allowed them through. That meant the Starks accepted the proposals. 

All of them. 

Meaning a Frey woman would be wed to Robb Stark. Meaning I could be wed to the heir to Winterfell. 

The thought was quickly shot down as soon as it appeared. 

There was not a chance I would be chosen, yes, Lady Stark had engaged in a polite exchange with me, but that did not mean I was her choice of bride. Roslin had also received the same treatment as I, not to mention that she was beautiful. She would surely make a more traditional wife, she knows when to curtsy graciously and how to respond quickly when spoken to. 

I had nothing to worry about. Roslin would be sent off with this bunch of northern men. Sent to the cold, harsh, climate of the north. Likely never to be seen around the twins again. After all, who would relinquish the opportunity to leave a place like this? 

Right as I was moving to close the window one of the men below caught my eye, he had stopped moving, standing still with his head tilted up in my direction. I could feel my heartbeat pick up, my cheeks filling with the familiar warmth of embarrassment. I had gotten caught staring. 

It certainly did not help that the man was very handsome. Even from the height of my window I could see his eyes, a shade of blue. His auburn hair caught the fresh morning light in a way that made it look like the flames on candle light; it was tousled but brought out his boyish features. 

We blinked at each other once, then twice before I forced a small smile on my face and gave him an awkward wave. If these men were joining forces with Lord Frey I would treat them with kindness until they prove themselves unworthy of courtesy. 

The boy gave a slight nod of his head in my direction before turning away and marching with the rest of his group. He had a grim look on his face, it brought the realization that these men were marching in rebellion. They were marching away from their homes knowing they may not return, some of them looking no older than 14. 

The sinking feeling returned, how could we live in a world where children are being sent to fight battles that should not be their burden to shoulder? What have the Seven Kingdoms become? 

I could not shake the boy's face from my mind as I got ready for another morning in the kitchen. The way his skin absorbed the morning light, how could someone so serious look so–so heavenly? Closing the door to my chambers I took a distracted pace along the walls to the kitchen, so much so that I failed to notice a young girl moving to stand in front of me. She must have been calling my name because the moment I looked down, still trying to register her presence, she frowned up at me. 

“-my lady.” I hummed in response, blinking slowly at her, still caught in my daze from just moments prior. 

“Lord Frey is expecting you in his study my lady” she quickly scurried off before I could respond, what would father want with me? I had reason to believe that he did not even know my name. 

I redirected myself to where I believed his study to be, I had never been so this would be a trial of error. 

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I spent God’s know how long in search of fathers study, aimlessly wandering the stone halls of the twins before I resorted to pulling the nearest person aside to guide me. After thanking the kind soul that brought me I knocked on the door, the deep mahogany creating a satisfying tapping noise. The moment was interrupted by Walder Frey’s crunchy voice, “Come in.” He seemed content, as I opened the door and entered I found him sitting behind his desk with his fingers laced together above a piece of parchment. 

“Sit, sit, little Walda I have news for you” It was so unnerving to hear him this delighted that I nearly let it slip that he had called me by the wrong name. I sat in front of his table and folded my hands on my lap as he began, “You have been given the highest honor a woman could receive. You will wed that Stark boy in due time. I expect you to bear as many of that runt’s heirs as you can.” 

I could not stop the wince from taking over my expression. There had to have been a mistake. I could not marry the heir to Winterfell. 

I had always known I would be married off to some lord and have his children but this was the future warden of the north. I could not play the perfect wife for such a man. That much I was sure of. He had to have known this, “But Lord father–” 

“Yes, you are overjoyed to be serving this house in such a manner. Now run off, you have preparations to start. This is your duty and you will not falter.” 

Father has such a way with words that never fails to leave my chest sinking to my belly. 

“A daughter of mine will be the future Lady Stark. Hah. And to think I will share grandchildren with those Tully’s in the near future. Bloody fish.” He seemed to be rambling to himself now, and I knew better than to get in the way of his spew of words. So I stood and dismissed myself. 

The way to the kitchens was buzzing with energy, the northern army’s presence giving the towers a new sense of life. Inside the doors of the kitchen were no different; people chatting away while completing their tasks. I seemed to have caught Elyse right on time, she brightened when she saw me, her smile lines making themselves more prominent as she called my name, “After yesterday I thought you were never going to show face again!” 

That’s wonderful to know. 

“Yes, yes, the girl is back, let us all cheer for her return” It had taken all but 30 seconds of me entering the room for the hag to spread her misery. Beric entered the room through one of the adjacent doors carrying two sacks of what seemed to be flour and gave me a welcoming smile.

“Play nice Jocey, for all we know she could be royalty” Hearing him say those words made the pit in my belly stronger, I could feel my face fall with an expression of devastation. 

I would be sent far north with a man I did not know as my lord husband, no allies at my side nor the guarantee that he would respect me. Before I could stop myself I spoke, “Are northern men mindless brutes?” The worry in my voice shining through. 

The question seemed to have stumped the three of them as they blinked at me. 

Elyse responded, “Well I cannot speak for all northern men but, Anna, one of the servants, served in the Last Hearth staff and has shared her stories on how wildlings would come and raid the lands. The Umbers were ruthless when dealing with them, all the conflict caused her to travel to the twins, away from the north” 

Wildings? From what I have learned they are savages from beyond the wall, stealing women and some even eat those that they slain. Do they also raid Winterfell? Would wilding raids be another hardship I would face?  

“But the men in Winterfell, has anyone here worked there?” I must know what experiences to expect in the north. 

“Are you moving up north soon? That is no place for a brat like you, do not think of it further.” Jocey continued, “Wash your hands and come learn to make those honey cakes you blabbered on about during meal time” 

I hurried over to the tin of water by a faucet in the corner of the room, I could feel their eyes on my back but I knew that if I focused on that I would bend to the pressure of being sent off with my betrothed to such a harsh environment. 

I got to work, following Jocey, lending a hand where I was needed and placing the thoughts of the north to the ends of my mind. All that mattered at this moment was honey cakes and maintaining a clean space.

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I broke away from the rhythm of the kitchens around the time for supper, I had not had the stomach for feasting after the day's events. Family members had surely received the news of my betrothal to the Stark boy and I had no interest in speaking to anyone on this topic. In my quick attempt to reach my chambers with no human interaction I had nearly knocked into a woman. With my head still down I began a quick apology, “My apologies! I–” 

I was cut off by a womanly voice calling my name, this made me look up and meet the eyes of my sister, Morya. She looked older than I remembered, the memories of her were hazy as she was wed to Ser Flement Brax when I was around 7 years of age. 

“Father tells me that you are to be wed to Ned Stark’s eldest son, would you like me to help prepare you?” Her voice was as though she was testing me, seeking a reaction to gauge an opinion on the situation. Her deep black hair was a reminder of our Blackwood mother. 

“If you have the time, I would appreciate it, when did you get here sister?” She had three children the last I checked, her appearance here had to have some motivation other than visiting family. 

“I arrived at dawn; you’re good at hiding. I did not see you all day.” Her eyes held a slight squint.

“Well, you know, there is always something occurring somewhere..” 

“Yes, of course there is. Now, I have spoken to a seamstress on making your wedding gown. She says she has some gowns already made to try on, she would like your measurements by the morrow.” 

The idea of getting my wedding gown so soon made my head feel heavy, the world suddenly felt off balance. 

“Getting my gown this early in the engagement? I thought we were to be wed after the war?” 

She sighed and began to walk while speaking in a softer tone, “There is much to teach you, circumstances can change very quickly especially when there is conflict. Come sister, we will discuss this in the gardens.” She slid her arm in the crevice of my elbow and began to lead me away. 

Following her to the gardens reminded me of the times I would stick to her skirts as a child. I was a curious youngling and found joy in observing others during their day to day routines. My father had remarried by the time I could walk but the new wife was not blood, so I had not felt comfortable following her. Tyta never did anything interesting so I occasionally became Morya’s shadow. She showed me how to make clean, straight, stitches when the septas grew frustrated with me; always patient and caring. She is a perfect lady, when she was wed I cried in my chambers for a fortnight. The thought alone brought back the feelings of despair. 

We reached the gardens, practically a courtyard with trees, rose bushes and thin grass. There were few benches scattered around but we made our way toward a stone carved bench under a chestnut tree. 

“As a lady we must know how a household works, know how to host all the while directing kitchen staff and servants. When I left this keep I was unprepared for the full responsibilities I would gain and the outcome was not pretty. I do not wish for you to experience this especially when the Starks are paramounts in the north. You will have to remain resilient even in the cold.” Her brows were slightly furrowed, maintaining firm eye contact like she was trying to embed this information in my brain. 

“How did you learn? Did Ser Brax help you?” 

She left out a delicate huff, “My lord husband’s aid has been limited to the creation of our children. I had to earn the respect of the servants and his men on my own, as you come to do. Northern men are rough and proud; get them to respect you without the title of their lord paramount and you will be set.” 

Suddenly I grew fearful of yet another aspect of this union, what if his men do not respect me? I could not imagine that Robb Stark would allow disrespect; from the bits of information I have heard he is just as honorable and courteous as his father. 

“The Starks would not allow me to be treated in such a manor I am sure” 

“Rumors of honor mean nothing when you meet the man, sister. Stark or not, do not place all your trust in a man. You will be starting fresh and the Frey’s do not hold a good representation to begin with. Secure their respect for you from the start and have that be that.” 

“How do I do that?” I croaked in worry. 

She put her hand on my cheek, tapping it. 

“Let us start with ridding you of this habit” 

I had been biting the inside of my cheek along with my lip, I had not noticed until she brought it to my attention. 

“You have already been chosen by his Lady mother when compared to a group, she will make a good ally come the time for passing on the title of Lady Stark.” 

Her words softened the previous words of warning, if Lady Stark chose me that had to hold some weight right?

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A/N: Sorry guys updates might slow for a bit, i'm on summer break and surprisingly have less time to myself than I did during the semester aint that something.

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Frozen Pines

Jon Snow x Lannister Reader

Warnings: mention of rape and sexual assault, misogyny, typical game of thrones things

Part Two: Loyalty

A few seconds of silence follow, then the shouting begins. “Murderer!” Someone shouts. “Take her head!” “Blood for blood!” “She’s a killer!” You didn’t kill anyone who didn’t deserve it. They are blaming you for your brothers actions.

“Enough!” Lord Commander shouts, “back to training!”. The crowd disperses except you, Sansa, Jon, Maester Aeron, and the Lord Commander. “Come with me,” he says as he grabs your wrist. Fear strikes your eyes.

Jon steps forward. “No wait!” Sansa says. She looks to the Lord Commander, “unhand her. She helped me escape. She brought me home.” He doesn’t let go. She looks to Jon, “she killed for me. A man was going to rape me and she killed him.”

“Is this true?” Jon asks you.

“Lannisters lie!” The lord commander says.

“Starks do not! Sansa said she killed for her!” In a gentler voice he looks at you and says, “Princess, is this true?”

“Yes,” you say.

“Unhand her,” Jon says.

“I don’t take orders from you boy,” he replies.

“Goodness,” Maester Aeron says. “Unhand the princess. Jon, bring your sister and our guest inside at once. They’ve had a long journey from Kings Landing.” The Lord Commander lets go.

You, Jon, Maester Aeron, and Sansa go inside. It’s then where you realize how cold you truly are.

Back outside the Lord Commander looks at one of the rangers, Thomas, and says, “keep an eye on the Lannister girl. No doubt she’s a spy.”

Maester Aeron and Sansa go off to write to Winterfell. Leaving you and Jon alone. “Are you warm enough?” He asks. You nod yes even though the answer is no.

“Here, come by the fire.”

Sitting by the fire he asks, “Why did you help Sansa?” You don’t answer. “You don’t talk much do you?”

“Where I come from Princesses are seen, not heard,” you say.

“This isn’t King’s Landing,” he says. “You need no permission to speak.”

You hesitate, looking deep in his eyes for any clue to who is he. “Joffrey is cruel. My mother is a coward. Sansa is gentle. She deserves more than an arranged marriage to a vile thing like him.”

“You could’ve gone anywhere. Why’d you bring her back to the North. Most here would like your head.”

“Many people would like my head Jon Snow. As I am so frequently reminded through jealous women and lustful men, it is quite pretty.” A look of sympathy grows on his face. “Don’t look so sad, you must get it, you’re far from the face of a boar.”

He blushes, clearly embarrassed he tries to shake it off, “but really. What you’ve done for my sister. It’s true bravery.”

“It wasn’t just for her. But, Sansa spoke so kindly of the North. She told me about Robb and your mo- Lady Stark,” you correct yourself. “I thought that if a girl is lucky enough to have such a loving family, she should be with them.”

“Princess I will ensure my family treats you kindly. We may loathe the Lannisters but we are in debt to you for your loyalty and protection of Sansa. I will personally tell Robb and Lady Stark of your bravery.”

“Thank you,” you say.

“I’m afraid Castle Black lacks many accommodations but if you wish to bathe and rest I could provide you with some privacy to do so.”

The idea of removing any article of clothing whilst in a fortress of 600 men seems like a nightmare. You reply, “I wish to sleep, that’s it.”

“Of course Princess,” he says. Jon and you walk through the halls of Castle Black passing men here and there, some stare at you like your but a mere rabbit. Standing outside a room Jon hands you a key, “lock it from the inside, only open it for Sansa, Maester Aeron or me if you wish.” You’re shocked at his competence, and respect.

“Thank you,” you say.

The room is small and bleak. You haven’t lied on a real bed in nearly a month. You collapse onto the soft surface, and fall asleep.

Some hours later you awake. You’re curious to when Sansa and you will be heading to Winterfell. You unlock the door to go find Sansa when you see a great big dog. You back away and trip falling to the ground. It has white fur and pointed ears. It barks twice, moving closer with its tongue out. You scoot away, “Help!” You shout. That’s when Jon Snow turns the corner. “Princess?” He says concerned. He sees the sight and calms, “Ghost,” he says. The dog turns and stands behind him. Jon steps forward, offering his hand to help you up.

“He’s yours?” You ask.

“Yes, I had him guarding your door. His names Ghost.”

“I’m horrified of dogs,” you say.

“Ghost is no dog, he’s a dire wolf.”

“Wolves are scarier dogs,” you say.

Jon grins, “Ghost won’t hurt you, I promise. He just…wanted to say hi.” Ghost walks back up to you. “Would you like to pet him?” Jon asks. Hesitantly you nod, “Ghost,” Jon says as he kneels next to the dog, signaling for you to do the same. “This is Princess Y/N,” you liked how he didn’t use your last name, “she’s a friend.” Fear still laces your eyes, “go ahead,” Jon says. Gentle as a feather, you stroke the wolf’s fur. “He likes you.”

Jon and you walk to where Sansa is in the castle. “Do you know anything about direwolves Princess?” He asks.

“I thought they were extinct,” you tell him.

“As did we. We found a wolf who had died giving birth to five pups. I convinced my father to gift them to my siblings. Then I found Ghost, the runt of the litter.”

You simply smile and say, “I think he’s quite cute.”

Jon smiles then says, “what did you mean by saying my sister wasn’t the only reason you had for leaving King’s Landing?”

“That’s not a pleasant story Jon Snow.” Is all you say.

You two reach Sansa and Maester Aeron. “A storm rages on along the path to Winterfell. Once it’s passed Jon will accompany you and Sansa on the journey,” he tells you three. You and Jon leave again walking the halls.

“I think I’d be like to bathe now considering I’ll be stuck here a while longer,” you say.

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A wolf for a dragon

Robb Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Part two

(Reader as Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen’s surviving daughter.)

Warnings: war, HOTD 2.0, Targaryens against each other

You had no last name. No siblings. Your legacy inked in secrets. You never imagined you would marry a wolf. Robb Stark was not what you expected from the stories. The Young Wolf. Warden of the North. He was supposed to be hard and grim. But he wasn’t. Not with you.

He loved fiercely and without fear. His gaze never wandered. His hand always reached for yours. And when you walked into a war council, his eyes followed you like you were the only light left in the world. It scared you sometimes, how much he trusted you. It scared you more that you wanted to deserve it.

“I never thought I’d see peace in my lifetime,” Robb said one night, lying beside you.

You turned your head on the pillow, brushing back a strand of auburn hair from his brow. His beard had grown thicker, so had the weight in his eyes.

“We don’t have peace,” you replied. “We have a pause. A long breath before something worse.”

He sighed, arm draped over your waist. “You sound like my mother.”

“I’ve never been flattered and insulted in the same breath before.”

He laughed softly and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I meant that as a compliment.”

“And what if the realm won’t let me?” I glance at Robb, turning serious. “You know how the world works. Do you think they will accept a Targaryen ruling again?”

He pulled you closer, forehead to yours.

“Then we show them who you are,” Robb said, pulling you closer. “Not a tyrant. Not a conqueror. Elia’s daughter. The one the realm forgot until you made them remember.

The Lannisters fell first. The Tyrells shortly after. Baratheon blood pooled like oil in the mud. The map of Westeros was bloodless now, for the first time in years. The pieces of war had stopped moving. No Lannisters. No Baratheons. No Boltons. All quiet.

Too quiet.

You stood at the table, a dozen lords around you, Robb seated to your left.

Dragonstone,” you said. “She’s taken it.”

She’s not attacking,” Robb said softly. His voice was gravel, worn by too many nights without sleep. “Not yet.”

You didn’t look up. “But she knows.”

A raven reached the Stormlands this morning,” added Lord Glover. “She knows you live, your grace. That you are Rhaegar’s daughter. That you married the King in the North.”

“She has three dragons,” Glover reminded again.

You shot him a glance.

The silence that followed was thicker than before.

Robb broke it. “If Daenerys Targaryen attacks, we will respond. But she hasn’t. She may still seek peace.”

You shook your head slowly. “She will see me as a threat. The daughter of the brother she revered, raised in silence, hidden from her. I am proof that her claim is not unquestionable. I carry both Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen in my name. And more importantly, I carry Dorne.”

the fur lined cloak spilling from your shoulders as you stepped closer to the map. Your finger traced the borders of Dorne, your homeland.

“Do you know Dorne’s words?” you asked, eyes sweeping the gathered lords. “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.”

You met their eyes, voice steady and firm.

“They bowed to no gods. To no conquerors. But they bowed to me. To their own kin. They accepted me as their queen and only me.”

“They bled for me,” you continued. “They shattered castles and buried lions for me. While Daenerys was across the sea freeing slaves, I was reclaiming my birthright. While she rode across deserts with her Unsullied, I fought the tyrants”.

Your hand clenched around the carved edge of the table. “I will not raise a hand against her. But if she raises one to me, if she flies for King’s Landing or tries to claim what is not hers then I will remove her”.

A charged silence fell over the room

You looked to Robb, seeking his eyes, seeking what you always found in them, an unwavering faith.

He rose, stepping beside you.

“She’s right. If Daenerys comes for us, we do not cower. We do not beg. But we do not attack first. We hold. We prepare. And if she forces our hand…” He looked down at the table, then back to you.

His words echoed in the room, but your gaze drifted beyond the maps and lords, lost in thought. You pictured the dragons. I never had the chance to see one. The last living flames of an ancient line.

I do not want to be the one to bring fire against fire, you thought quietly, the weight of your heritage pressing down on you.

~A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing but a Targaryen without a dragon is even worse.

(I will continue this series. There will be two paths. Happy and bittersweet ending. Basically a hero and a villain version. )