#theintendedone

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

“Of course you will,” she told her. There was no doubt that girl would meet her cousin soon. The fact was that there was something special about being able to share her son with the world. She couldn’t help but tinge pink at the mention of her first bedding. Some things were rather private.  “There are plenty of gossips. It didn’t require much effort for Robb. I imagine others won’t require much either.” Roslin grew quiet after admitting as much. She needed to get her head around the fact that her family could not be part of her own anymore. She would never get used to the thought that so many of the people she’d loved had turned into monsters. She had a difficult task, but she’d do what was necessary to protect her son. “My father allowed himself to be tainted by bad advisors in old age. Some of my half-brothers should not have been allowed to get into his head. I’m afraid the damage that he did is unforgivable. I believe that parents can be misguided in their attempts to protect their children but he was acting for me. No matter how he excused it. I was fine.”

“I am glad to hear that, perhaps I can see him today or tomorrow?” Sansa did not want to lose any more family members than she already had, she had lost too many during her lifetime. There was a sense of excitement rising within her, at meeting Robb. Perhaps, meeting a new member of the family may bring some happiness back in her life, and assuage the pain she felt.

 “I apologise, my lady. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. I would love to see your future sons or daughters as well sometime.”

She had no knowledge on what the birthing process must have been like, having no experience in that area as of yet. It was truly a miracle, almost, that Roslin and Edmure had succeeded on their first night together.

“I see, indubitably, he would seek advice, and it is unfortunate the advisors he keeps close, whisper ill-advised ideas to him.” Is that what happens in old age? Becoming blind to the actions and decisions of those whom he surrounds himself with. “Who were these half-brothers?” “Unforgivable, it was. And I do not attribute your Father’s actions to your own, as I’ve already said. I had heard that Tywin was also one of the perpertrators who had helped plant the Red Wedding in Walder’s head. 

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

Even in the thickest of frosts, a bloom that was meant to form could. That was how Edmure and Roslin had come to be. If they had not been meant to be together, things would have assuredly gone south in the wake of what her father had done. There had been this connection between them though that she’d felt the moment her eyes laid upon him. She’d been anxious and afraid before they met, but he’d calmed her, and it had just felt right. When they faced their darkest hour, she clung on to his side and comforted him, protected him until they could be safe again. If her father had not been foolish enough to let Jaime Lannister have them and he ultimately release them, they would not have ended up back in the safety of their home. As soon as her son had been born, she would have lost him. Now they were capable of growing old and seeing Robb with his pale skin and Tully features grow and have as many brothers and sisters as the gods fit. It felt nice to share this joy with her. “I pray he grows healthy and strong. Edmure simply prays that we give him brothers and sisters to play with when my body is strong and capable again,” she told her with a nod. “I believe that we will have no difficulty there. We managed this one when we weren’t even trying all that hard in truth.” Who wanted to have a child in captivity? The mother inside of her was enough to make her want to say she hated her father for what he’d done to her and the man he’d married her off to. The whole thing was cruel and something she would be forced to live with forever. She knew what he deserved, but she could not force herself to hate him. “I neither love nor hate him,” she confessed. “I simply cannot understand a parent who would put a child through what he put me through. I know he believes in what he did it all, but it turns my stomach just thinking about it. I could never do anything like that to my son.”

“And I too, Lady Roslin. I pray sweet Robb sees many summers to come. I anticipate to see him soon. That is indeed good news; I pray that you have a happy growing family with my Uncle, although there is no pressure to do so. I have heard you conceived him on your first bedding with Edmure.”

Sansa nods at Roslin’s confession. It was not particularly surprising what she said.

It was a difficult decision on who to side with, when the one who’d committed the crime was your own blood that you’d known your whole life.

“I understand that Walder wanted revenge for my brother’s betrayal, but this is just returning it to a massive magnitude that cannot be compared. And I truly believe that you would inflict such burden on your son.”

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

“Edmure has been busy trying to secure the safety of everyone else here. I have to manage the household. He is a good father and he tries to help out but there are other things that must be taken care of,” she confessed. She did not question the importance of making sure there were enough guards and protection to keep out enemies from their halls. She wanted to spend the rest of her days in peace. If they must seclude themselves for that to happen, then so be it. The question made her nod though. She knew that it was rather obvious though she had not completely lost the swelling from her pregnancy. The bump was slowly fading, but there was some question to it. Knowing Edmure, she’d be pregnant again, before she had time to properly heal from it all. “You will have to come meet him. We named him after your brother. Little Robb is only a few weeks old, but he’s becoming bigger every day, and he has quite a personality on him.” She rather hoped that her children would get to know the remaining members of Edmure’s family and have them as part of her life. She knew her own family wasn’t likely to be a part of it. It was unfortunate but perhaps for the best. She did not really want anything to do with the people who’d scarred her and her husband forever. Their wedding would forever be tainted by that. “We’re trying to make the most of the situation we’ve been given just as I’m sure you have and continue to do,” she told her simply. “We’re rather glad to have you here though. We want to move forward, but it’s difficult being isolated here. It’s the only way to be safe though. The world we’re in is not safe at all anymore.”

 “That is fortunate to hear, Lady Roslin.” Sansa did not know her Uncle very well as of yet, but he seemed kind from what Roslin described of him. She had seen him when he was younger, yes, but who knew what he was like now?

“Robb?” Upon hearing her beloved brother’s name being named for the baby made tears prick at Sansa’s eyes. It was a kind gesture, one she surely would not forget. “I would love to meet him, sometime.”

Her family was gone…or so she’d once thought. To have her Uncle, a new Aunt, and a new baby called Robb, present; that might ease the pain a little. She did not consider Tyrion her family, nor the Lannisters in general.

“I know, and yes, I am trying. I am glad you and my Uncle are here too. Too true…it has always been a game of thrones, but now it’s been upped. I do not wish to speak out of turn, and out of ill will for your Grandfather, but what he did was incomprehensible.”

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

Roslin was not her family. She did not want to be labelled as them. She’d made her choices along the way, and she’d have to lose just as much as anyone else. She wasn’t a traitor though. She’d been fortunate to have Edmure when it was over. They had supported each other, picked up the piece and dealt with their survivor guilt. Roslin had spent a long time wondering if she could have saved all of them. She had wished for the longest that she could have told Robb and his men before they arrived unarmed. Perhaps, they would have been alive. She wouldn’t have had Edmure though, and who was to say more innocent lives wouldn’t have been lost that way. “You’re most welcome. It’s the least that I could do for you.” She knew it wasn’t much. There was only so much that she could do. She could give the girl a nice home, nice clothes, and food in her belly, but it would never fix everything she’d been through or lost. She watched for a moment, seeing her enjoy her dessert, and it made her feel a little less about the fact there was so little that she could do for her. “I know,” she told her simply. “Nothing will ever make it go away.”

Sansa did not wish to hear the grisly details of what happened at the Red Wedding; how this supposedly celebratory event could harbour such infamy and betrayal. She had heard they slit her Mother’s neck open, and hoisted up Grey Wind’s head onto Robb’s body, as an added insult. Even though she had not witnessed it first-hand, even hearing about it gave light to more nightmares, more gory than the last.

She knew that Roslin would never want to truly participate in the slaughter of hundreds, and guests no less.

“You are truly kind. How have you been? And Uncle Edmure?”

She nods. “That is true, my lady…nothing ever, not permanently, anyway.” This crushing pain I feel always comes back to haunt me. Especially when I’m alone…

She did not know why, but she felt like she could talk, properly talk, to Roslin. Her kindness seemed to be genuine, like Margaery’s had been. 

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

Roslin could only hope that her future children were as beautiful at the young Stark with her Tully coloring. Beauty was something that could be dangerous, though. She would love them regardless. She had been born beautiful, and her father had utilised it to justify murdering people guilty of nothing more than love. She would not allow anymore blood from her husband’s family. “I am happy to hear that,” she confessed. She could read the fact that the girl was not completely happy though. She could understand why. Losing one’s family was not easy. The child had lost hers to death. She had lost her own to their greed. She did not wish to push the issue with the girl but she could see how upset she was. It always got back to her how much the young maid cried. She only wished to ease the girl’s pain. She did not know if they could. She extended the cake, setting it near the girl quietly. “I thought that it might ease some of your pain. Sometimes, it’s nice to have reminders of home. I want you to be as comfortable as you can. I know you’ve had a rather rough year.”

Sansa’s eyes fluttered with surprise, when she heard Roslin say that she was happy to hear that. Perhaps Roslin was someone that could be trusted someday; she was extending such kindness to Sansa already.

Sansa didn’t think she was capable of truly trusting any Frey, at the moment though. The betrayal of the Freys and their Red Wedding was still so fresh in her mind.

“I am grateful for the lemon cake, thank you, m’lady…”

It indeed looked delectable, but it didn’t make her as excited as it usually would have made her. Only a slight bubble of happiness in her heart. She picked it up anyway, and started to nibble on it. She could taste the buttery texture of the cake, mingled with the sharp tang of the lemons; a perfect combination. “I thank you for your hospitality. Rough doesn’t seem to cover the half of it.”

[melodicwitchlight]

theintendedone:

Not wanting to know and needing to know were two entirely different things. Roslin did not want to leave questions. She felt so guilty for the whole ordeal. There wasn’t much that could be done for it though. It was over and everyone who had died was already long since rotted.  She wished more than anything that things could have been changed. The world was cruel though. Men were monsters but so were women. Roslin could only hope that things would change in the future. She knew that wasn’t the case though. People would always be cruel. 

She liked to think that Edmure and she would stay away from it. There was no interest in getting involved in the world’s pissing matches when they had a family and future ahead of them.

“Exhausted. Babies can be but it’s all for a good cause. We’re adjusting but the nightmares plague us too. We want to just try and move forward from it all.”

That would take time. They would never completely forget the horror but they would try their best just as Sansa would.  They couldn’t go on like this forever. It wasn’t the sort of life his sister would have wanted for them or anyone else for that matter.

Expressing the truth to her niece would hardly bother her.  The girl could have been her sister in another life.  She had an obligation to live up to here and she would.

“I do pray that you and Edmure get sufficient rest, your Grace.” It must be a lot to handle for Roslin, the knowledge of what had happened at the Red Wedding and her baby by Edmure.

“…So, the baby’s born, now? Congratulations, my lady.”

“We are fortunate to have not seen the actual event, or the nightmares might be worse." But I wish I could have done something, put a stop to the Red Wedding. If I’d known the Lannisters had planted the idea in Walder’s head, and gave him promises, I could have spoken to Cersei.

She knew that it was not her fault, how could it be? Even the gods viewed this act as the worst offence that could ever be committed. But even so…

She had additionally heard that hormones and emotions got heightened when one got pregnant, and she admired Roslin’s strength, to keep going. 

She would never forgive Roslin’s grandfather, Walder, though and would not wish to meet him, see that sadistic, twisted smile on his face.

She missed her brother, mother and father so much, it physically ached her inside, pulled at her heartstrings so hard that she was afraid they would shatter.

[rhaegxr]

Reunited || Rhaegar and Roslin

—— ◣[ s i l v e r p r i n c e ]◥ ——

         After the victory of the Targaryen family against Robert Baratheon's rebellion, everyone knew that it wouldn't be long before he was officially crowned as ruler of the Seven Kingdoms; taking his rightful place at the Iron Throne. The new position came with an entire new set of responsibilities and duties that ever since being a boy, he was trained to take, for he is-- or was-- the Crowned Prince. 

          Aerys was left badly injured and ill from the previous battles and eventually, death came upon the Mad King. It was a moment Rhaegar both dreaded and expected for his father was beyond reason. That was a fact many if not everyone in the kingdoms was aware of. It was time for the mad man to step down and allow another future to rise; one guided by his son. Even the smallfolk were joyous with him taking the throne, and other more powerful and influential people as well. 

          Knowing now who were still by his family's side, things were even swifter. It was sad to see that even those he trusted, such as Jaime Lannister, ended up siding with the enemy. 

         But now, the new King welcomes many parties from other places in Westeros and even beyond, which means he must smile politely and greet the guests even though all he wants to do is play his harp in the gardens. Rhaegar now knows that whatever freedom he had, will now be cut short due to his many responsibilities as King. He must now live in King's Landing with his family instead of Dragonstone. 

         Indigo orbs gazed forward when the next arrival was announced, the familiar last name caused his lips to curve upwards in a half smirk. Well... it seems there is hope yet to make this little celebration actually enjoyable.