The King in The North.

[ungvargr]

𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗 is a private , mutuals only , highly selective roleplay blog for " 𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖇 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐 " from the literary works of 𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖗. 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓. this blog is primarily 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 , with a little bit of influence from 𝖍𝖇𝖔'𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘. this blog has a mature rating for the nature of the content and not intended for muns under 21. personal blogs dni. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖏𝖏.

CARRD. (tba) PROMPTS. PROMO. HEADCANONS.

𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉: 08.24

NOTE ON PORTRAYAL. this blog will be canon divergent , in that robb did not die at the red wedding in his main verse , but rather was rescued and taken to safety to heal. upon healing , he resumes his war while staying under the lannister's radar until he can gather the army he needs to take the north back.

𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖘 ... loss & grief , honor in the face of war , being the youngest one on the battlefield , thrust into war too soon , the struggle of the weight of a crown , revenge , the loss of youth.

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[calisverse]

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 as 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 and 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 as 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋

A Song of Ice and Fire Ships: Robb x Margaery. requested by : @ungvargr bb.

“The union of House Stark and House Tyrell, though brief and largely unremarked in the annals, represented a rare convergence of North and South—cold honor tempered by warm cunning. Robb Stark, the Wolf of Winterfell, found in Lady Margaery Tyrell not merely a bride, but a mind sharpened in politics and hearts. Their alliance was less of lands, more of spirit.”

[richardmaddendaily]

cosimo de’ medici in every episode | 1x03 pestilence

[ungvargr]

silly question time! Robb gets to go to an amusement park! What attraction does he go to first?

He's definitely bee lining to those target games @archaeval. He's gonna go straight there while he's not tired , and winning a prize for his lady. Robb is a flirt , and likes being the guy to get the girl that little gift that they'll have to remember the night. From there , it's wherever his date wants to go. If he's not on a date , he's there with his family so he's still winning a prize for his siblings and then looking after them.

[reinerose]

Margaery’s   hands   stilled,   the   cloth   in   her   grasp   resting   against   the   scarred   plane   of   his   chest.   His   question   hung   between   them,   heavy   as   the   silence   that   followed.   She   had   long   since   grown   used   to   guarded   stares   and   veiled   suspicions—most   men   believed   a   Tyrell   bloom   opened   only   where   ambition   led   it.   Perhaps   they   were   not   entirely   wrong.   Yet   here,   in   this   chamber   heavy   with   the   scent   of   herbs   and   milk   of   the   poppy,   she   was   not   only   Lady   of   Highgarden   but   a   woman   who   had   seen   too   many   broken   things   and   had   chosen,   deliberately,   to   bind   what   could   be   mended.

Her   eyes   lifted   to   his,   the   blue   of   the   Reach   meeting   the   storm   of   the   North.   “Sansa   is   your   sister,”   she   said   gently,   her   voice   warm   but   firm.   “And   she   was…   my   friend.   We   were   both   little   more   than   girls,   promised   to   crowns   that   glittered   more   like   cages.   We   whispered   to   each   other   when   no   one   else   dared   listen.   I   do   not   forget   such   bonds,   my   lord,   nor   do   I   abandon   them   when   they   are   inconvenient.”

She   dipped   the   cloth   back   into   the   basin,   cool   water   running   over   her   fingers   before   she   pressed   it   against   another   wound.   Greywind’s   low   rumble   from   the   corner   did   not   startle   her—he   had   grown   used   to   her   presence,   and   she   to   his.   “I   come   North   because   it   is   not   only   Sansa   who   needs   me.   The   North   itself   bleeds,   and   your   people   will   look   to   you.   But   who   will   they   look   to   when   their   king   still   carries   his   wounds   in   silence?   You   speak   of   scars   as   if   they   are   burdens,   yet   I   see   them   as   proof   of   survival.   Proof   that   the   Stranger   has   not   claimed   you,   though   He   tried.”

Margaery   leaned   back   slightly,   her   expression   softening   with   something   that   might   have   been   daring,   or   might   have   been   honesty.   “So   yes,   I   will   ride   with   you.   To   Winterfell.   To   whatever   waits   in   the   snow.   Not   because   I   am   blind   to   the   danger,   but   because   I   believe   in   tending   what   others   might   leave   to   rot.   And   because   the   Lannister   had   hurt   my   family   too,   I   too   should   be   dead   by   their   hand,   and   yet,   I   remain.”   Revenge   is   a   bad   word   for   what   she   desires,   Justice   perhaps,   it's   no   longer   the   crown   or   sweet   little   Tommen   who   perished   who   had   nothing   to   do   with   his   mother'   actions   but   it   was   Cersei's   blood   that   began   this   endless   war.   “I   am   wiser   than   most.   And   united,   we   can   face   the   Lannister   army   on   all   fronts.   You   gained   the   Riverlands   to   your   favor,   Sansa   the   Vale,   your   brother   Jon   did   the   impossible   and   united   Northern   lords   with   Free   Folk.   And   now   you   have   the   Reach.”  

[ungvargr]

He  would  soon  feel  bad  shame  for  his  caution.   Though  one  couldn't  blame  the  King  in  the  North  ,  given  what  he  had  just  survived  it  was  a  wonder  he  could  trust  anyone.   He'd  broken  bread  with  Walder  Frey  ,  accepted  his  hospitality  and  his  protection  ,  and  like  a  fool  he  thought  that  would  be  enough  to  protect  him  from  his  foolish  actions.   And  oh  how  foolish  those  actions  had  been.   Would  the  people  in  the  North  even  trust  him  to  lead  them  when  he  returned?   Would  he  be  able  to  trust  himself  to  lead  them?

Did  they  even  know  he  was  alive?

Lady  Margaery  ,  Gods  help  her  ,  didn't  seem  to  mind  that  his  trust  didn't  seem  to  run  in  abundance  just  yet.   Trust  was  something  that  you  earned  ,  and  he  had  to  learn  how  to  trust  again  in  many  ways.   The  more  she  spoke  of  Sansa  ,  of  their  shared  prison  in  the  form  of  King's  Landing  ,  it  was  hard  to  ignore  the  look  in  her  eyes  that  he  had  known  to  be  reliving  an  experience.   She  was  either  telling  the  truth  ,  was  a  very  good  actress.   A  sigh  came  from  Robb  ,  that  shameful  feeling  of  putting  up  such  a  barrier  for  someone  who  was  trying  to  help.   With  more  than  what  he  had  imagined  upon  waking  from  a  series  of  phases  of  waking  and  deep  sleep.   Not  only  was  he  going  home  ,  but  he  was  bringing  back  an  army.

While  he  had  been  recovering  his  family  had  been  hard  at  work.   There  was  a  swell  of  pride  in  his  chest.   Not  only  for  Sansa  but  for  Jon  as  well  for  what  they  had  accomplished.   And  now  with  the  Reach  ,  they  had  everyone  but  the  Crownlands.   The  Lannisters  would  have  no  choice  but  to  surrender  ,  allowing  them  to  end  this  war.   It  pulled  a  smile  from  the  man  as  he  sat  up  a  little  more  ,  fighting  the  pain  that  caused  a  small  wince  as  he  did  so.   It  was  worth  it  though  ,  and  much  like  his  father  he  wasn't  one  to  ask  for  help  in  minor  instances  like  this.   ❝  I'm  not  sure  I'll  be  able  to  repay  you  for  what  you're  offering.  ❞   Or  even  if  it  would  even  be  worth  it  for  them  in  the  end.   But  with  the  numbers  all  stacked  against  the  Lannisters  ,  all  wanting  justice  ,  how  could  they  fail.   ❝  But  ,  should  we  win  this.   Whatever  it  is  you  desire  from  me.   If  it  is  in  my  power  to  give  you  shall  have  it.  ❞   And  this  time  ,  he  intended  to  keep  this  promise.

[sophia-becketts]

my lady jane | s01e07

[myrc3lla]

Myrcella’s   breath   trembled   as   she   looked   up   at   him,   her   lips   still   tingling   from   the   weight   of   his   kiss,   from   the   truth   of   it   that   had   shaken   her   to   her   very   core.   She   had   dreamed   of   such   moments,   of   a   love   that   was   not   bound   by   duty   or   crown,   and   yet   here   it   was   before   her—dangerous,   foolish,   but   achingly   real.   His   arms   around   her   felt   like   both   a   shield   and   a   shackle,   for   she   knew   the   choice   they   faced   could   either   save   them   or   ruin   kingdoms.

Her   fingers,   pale   and   trembling,   lingered   against   his   jaw,   tracing   the   line   of   his   beard   as   if   to   anchor   herself   to   the   man   and   not   the   king.   “Robb…”   she   whispered,   her   voice   soft,   yet   carrying   the   steel   of   a   Lannister’s   daughter   who   had   lived   long   enough   among   wolves   to   know   the   weight   of   words.   “If   you   take   me   now,   there   will   be   no   undoing   it.   Not   for   me,   not   for   you,   not   for   the   realm.”

But   her   heart   betrayed   her   caution,   hammering   in   her   chest   with   a   longing   she   could   not   hide.   She   leaned   her   forehead   to   his,   closing   her   eyes,   letting   herself   feel   the   warmth   of   him,   the   safety   that   should   have   been   forbidden   to   her.   “I   am   certain   of   my   heart,”   she   admitted,   her   voice   breaking   slightly,   “If   I   give   myself   to   you,   Robb,   it   will   not   be   halfway.   It   will   be   forever.   And   for   once   I   am   thinking   as   woman   and   not   a   princess.   And   I   have   always   desired   you.”

Her   green   eyes   opened   to   meet   his   once   more,   glassy   with   unshed   tears   yet   fierce   with   resolve.   Her   hands   slid   from   his   jaw   to   the   back   of   his   neck,   pulling   him   into   her   as   her   lips   found   his   once   more,   softer   at   first,   then   hungrier,   as   though   she   feared   he   might   vanish   if   she   let   go.   “Forever,”   she   whispered   against   his   mouth,   the   word   trembling   yet   certain,   a   vow   born   not   of   duty   but   of   the   fire   that   bound   them.

[ungvargr]

This  decisions  could  have  dire  consequences  for  the  whole  realm  ,  and  if  the  two  of  them  were  smart  ,  they'd  part  ways  before  making  a  mistake.   Before  possibly  dooming  the  realm.   But  ,  it  could  also  manage  to  bring  the  realm  together  and  stop  unneeded  bloodshed.   Marriage  had  ended  wars  before  ,  if  things  went  right  they  could  certainly  do  it  again.   And  when  she  said  his  name  like  that  ,  he  couldn't  help  but  feel  like  this  was  right.   Somehow  ,  looking  at  her  he  saw  the  end  to  this  war  ,  and  the  beginning  of  his  happiness.   Or  rather  a  new  chapter  of  happiness  when  he  thought  that  was  long  gone.

Robb's  heart  pounded  in  his  chest  ,  nodding  along  with  her  warning.   But  looking  in  her  eyes  he  could  see  she  didn't  want  to.   Looking  at  her  is  was  plain  to  see  ,  that  they  both  wanted  the  same  exact  thing.   To  take  a  chance  on  happiness  ,  one  one  another  ,  and  hoping  that  would  be  enough  for  the  Gods  to  see  them  through.

It  was  terrifying  ,  but  so  had  been  going  against  the  great  Tywin  Lannister  ,  and  he  happened  to  be  doing  better  than  he  had  planned.   The  boy  in  the  North  had  indeed  turned  into  a  man  ,  and  now  knowing  how  she  felt  about  him  he  had  the  confidence  of  a  King.   As  she  spoke  further  ,  the  Young  Wolf  reach  for  any  light  purchase  he  could  get.   

❝  No  turning  back  ,  ❞   He  agreed  ,  eyes  locked  upon  hers  ,  his  hand  still  their  upon  her  soft  cheek.   In  that  moment  ,  looking  at  her   he  realized  something.   The  whole  time  she  had  been  in  his  camp  ,  he'd  been  falling  in  love  with  her.   Each  day  sealing  his  fate  more  and  more.   Now  ,  when  he  thought  of  the  woman  he  wanted  to  take  home  to  Winterfell  ,  he  thought  about  Myrcella  Baratheon.   He  shook  his  head  ,  a  smile  upon  his  face  like  he  had  just  heard  something  funny.   Or  ,  rather  thought  of  something  funny.   ❝  You  say  as  such  ,  but  I  fear  you've  had  all  of  me  since  before  you  set  foot  into  my  camp.  ❞   And  if  only  he  had  realized  that  sooner.

When  her  lips  met  his  ,  strong  arms  wrapped  around  her  ,  want  and  desire  filling  him  as  the  two  came  together  in  their  embrace.   Forever  ,  she  spoke  those  words  ,  and  Robb  didn't  think  that  was  enough.   The  frame  of  the  bed  hit  his  legs  ,  just  as  he  pulled  away  for  a  breath  of  air.   Feeling  her  lips  ghosting  against  his  ,  chasing  them  ever  so  slightly.   ❝  Forever  and  after.   My  Queen.  ❞

[reinerose]

@ungvargr asked: [tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars. + reverse

The   King   in   the   North.   Does   the   title   still   fit   a   dead   man,   even   if   the   dead   man   is   not   one?   Margaery   had   requested   to   be   the   one   to   tend   to   the   man   and   she   can   see   the   resemblance   with   his   mother,   who   he   met   while   she   was   still   Renly's   Queen.   They   both   hide   now.   Her   neck   scarred   by   wildfire   from   the   explosion   and   the   world   believes   her   dead,   and   he.   .   .Robb   Stark   should   be   dead.   They   said   many   things   about what   happened   at   the   Red   Wedding.   That   his   body   was   looted   and   attached   to   his   wolf'   head   but   both   direwolf   and   man   were   living   and   breathing.   Margaery's   eyes   drift   to   the   guarding   direwolf,   who   still   looks   at   her   as   if   she   would   dare   to   hurt   the   man,   and   she   wonders   if   he   behaves   that   was   because   Robb   himself   does   not   trust   her.   She   had   been   Joffrey's   queen   after   all.   By   all   means,   she   would   be   an   enemy.   "Scars   are   not   to   be   ashamed   of,   Your   Grace.   They   mean   you   survived."  

Her   own   are   covered,   makeup   does   wonders   but   even   then,   wildfire   cannot   be   cured,   not   completely,   and   some   days   are   better   than   others.   She   traces   the   scars   with   tender   care,   fingertips   ghosting   over   his   skin   before   she   uses   the   other   hand   to   press   the   wet   cloth   to   help   him   clean   them,   even   if   he   don't   need   the   help,   she   is   doing   it   because   she   wants   to.   "I   am   truly   sorry for what   happened.   I   was   close   to   Sansa   when   she   was   at   the   Keep.   Even   tried   to   take   her   out   of   there,   marry   her   to   Willas."   Gods   above,   if   that   had   gone   through,   they   would   be   sisters   now   and   Sansa   would   have   been   happy,   the   polished    girl   she   met   barely   smiled,   and   she   feared   the   capital   had   broke   her   beyond   repair.   Even   when   she   had   ran   away   after   the   wedding   with   Joffrey.  

"Willas   is   preparing   a   host   to   accompany   you   to   the   North.   I   will   be   joining   you   as   well.   I   would   like   to   see   your   sister   again   very   much.   Not   many   are   aware   that   I   too,   survived   death."   But   it   was   better   no   one   knew   they   were   alive,   as   plans   had   to   move   swiftly   for   all   to   fall   into   place.   Her   hands   trace   the   scars   again   and   inevitably,   she   leans   closer   to   his   chest,   hazel   like   eyes   looking   back   at   his   Tully   eyes,   so   deep   as   the   ocean   and   she   tries   to   smile,   but   it   barely   reaches   her   own.   "My   brother   often   say   that   scars   are   a   map   of   our   story."

[ungvargr]

He  still  couldn't  understand  how  he  wasn't  dead.   How  he  had  managed  to  evade  the  cruel  dark  grip  of  The  Stranger.   How  he  managed  to  open  his  eyes  in  The  Reach  of  all  places  ,  it  was  all  not  only  confusing  ,  but  worrying.   Did  his  men  even  know  he  was  still  alive?   What  had  even  happened  to  them.   It  took  days  for  the  guilt  to  even  start  to  wear  down.   Milk  of  the  poppy  aided  in  that  regard.   But  it  never  allowed  the  King  in  the  North  to  forget  all  the  ways  he  had  let  not  only  his  men  ,  not  only  the  North  ,  but  his  entire  family  as  well.

And  all  he  could  think  of  was  getting  back  to  them. 

He  had  his  health  though  ,  Gods  be  good  for  that.   Even  Greywind  managed  to  make  it  from  the  battle.   The  question  of  who  he  owed  thanks  to  still  not  quite  clear  to  him.   Nor  was  he  very  clear  as  to  the  reason  why.   Lady  Margaery's  presence  there  was  ,  only  a  slight  comfort  to  the  ever  growing  confusion  surrounding  his  survival.   It  was  good  of  them  to  help  him  ,  to  nurse  him  back  to  health  ,  but  it  didn't  explain  what  they  hoped  to  gain  from  saving  him.   No  doubt  there  was  a  great  risk  to  aiding  him.   Should  the  Lannisters  find  out  ,  Tywin's  rath  would  be  most  unwanted.   He  hoped  he  would  be  able  to  gain  some  insight  from  Margaery  ,  if  she  was  willing  to  at  least.

Robb  had  meant  to  apologize  for  his  unease.   She  didn't  deserve  his  skepticism  ,  or  the  very  guarded  behavior  of  Greywind  the  last  couple  of  times  she  had  come  to  him.   His  wounds  were  healing  nicely  ,  most  of  them  already  turned  to  scars  upon  his  body.   Soon  he  would  be  able  to  travel  ,  which  would  mean  his  return  to  Winterfell.   Robb  glanced  to  her  a  moment  when  she  mentioned  his  scars  ,  he  tried  to  remember  the  last  time  he  worried  about  a  scar  he  obtained.   He  could  remember  his  father  saying  something  similar  ,  shortly  before  the  King  arrived.   He  couldn't  help  but  scoff  ,  possibly  the  first  time  he  had  laughed  since  his  uncles  wedding.   He  had  grown  too  used  to  not  laughing.   ❝  I  always  thought  I'd  have  plenty  of  scars  to  fill  a  day  of  stories  for  my  children  someday.   I  suppose  I  just  thought  it  would  happen  slowly  over  time.  ❞

As  Margaery  continued  to  tend  to  the  wounds  ,  cleaning  the  ones  that  needed  the  help  to  heal  still  ,  he  thought  long  and  hard  about  not  only  what  could  have  been  for  his  family  ,  but  about  what  would  undoubtedly  lie  ahead  for  all  of  them.   Naturally  rounding  him  back  to  the  question  as  to  why  help  him.   He  didn't  mean  to  judge  ,  but  he'd  had  his  fair  share  of  being  betrayed  ,  of  things  going  wrong.   The  options  were  just  endless.   With  Margaery  though  ,  there  was  something  in  her  voice  that  showed  that  she  cared  for  at  least  his  sister.   He'd  been  so  worried  for  her  ,  even  more  worried  that  she  had  no  one  there  for  her  until  he  could  free  her.

The  revelation  that  she  would  be  joining  them  in  the  journey  back  to  Winterfell  ,  his  brow  arched  in  some  surprise  at  the  fact.   If  his  own  travel  was  dangerous  ,  he  could  only  imagine  how  dangerous  it  must  be  for  her  and  her  family.   He  sat  up  some  ,  obviously  more  interested  in  that  piece  of  information.   ❝  You're  coming  too.   All  the  way  North  to  Winterfell?  ❞   What  was  this?   Was  this  worry  for  her?   ❝  That's  a  dangerous  journey  for  someone  like  you.   One  can't  help  but  wonder  why.   Were  you  and  Sansa  that  close?  ❞

[myrc3lla]

In   another   world,   the   childish   dream   persists.   In   that   world,   her   father   would   had   been   kinder   and   promised   her   to   Robb   during   their   stay   in   Winterfell.   She   would   had   been   friends   with   Sansa,   as   she   always   desired   and   been   sent   North   a   year   before   the   wedding.   During   that   year,   she   would   had   grown   to   love   the   boy   she   crushed   on   and   made   oaths   to   her   Gods   and   his   own.   She   would   had   been   a   good   wife   and   give   him   heirs   and   spares   and   hoped   the   North   would   love   her.   In   that   reality,   life   had   been   different,   for   they   were   bound   together   and   while   she   was   a   Baratheon   by   name   and   Lannister   by   blood,   she   would   have   a   new   family,   one   that   had   always   been   warmer   than   anything   she   ever   had.   Logically,   an   alliance   would   put   an   end   to   this   war.   The   return   of   his   sister   and   a   marriage   to   set   the   deal   as   her   grandsire   grew   tired   with   troubles   as   more   Kings   came   around   to   proclaim   themselves   the   true   king.   But   he   was   prideful.  

"Logic   would   see   reason   be   what   guided   armies   and   see   this   end   with   a   marriage."   Myrcella   points   out,   emerald   eyes   looked   bright   and   wise   beyond   her   years.   "Logic   would   say   you   would   have   me   as   Queen   and   Wife   and   end   this   madness.   But   grandsire   would   never   listen   to   reason."   Perhaps   he   would   listen   to   rumors.   Robb   had   taken   care   of   her,   kinder   to   her   than   any   other   man,   careful   that   no   one   would   spread   rumors   of   her   reputation.   The   Princess   remained   pure   in   the   eyes   of   many   and   so,   her   value   as   a   bride   to   be.   But   Gods   be   good,   as   he   kisses   her,   that   hunger   she   felt   on   his   lips,   the   way   his   mouth   guided   hers,   still   inexperienced   in   such   matters,   and   a   gasped   moan   escapes   her   lips   at   the   ferocity   of   the   gesture,   leaving   her   breathless.   "Very   good.   But   I   am   afraid   now   I   cannot   be   satisfied   with   only   that."   Oh   how   she   wished   for   more,   the   blush   on   her   cheeks   spreads   around   her   features   as   hands   circle   his   wrists,   to   keep   his   hands   around   her   features,   and   she   leans   in.   "Gods   be   good,   Robb,   what   I   would   give   for   the   world   to   not   be   what   is   and   for   you   to   ruin   me   for   others."

[ungvargr]

The  two  of  them  could  end  this  right  here  right  now.   Both  of  them  baring  their  hearts  before  one  another  ,  with  a  kiss  to  seal  love  and  fates.   There  had  been  a  thought  in  the  back  of  the  Young  Wolf's  head.   Telling  him  that  kissing  her  would  be  a  grave  mistake.   But  he  was  so  quick  to  abandon  that  warning  thought  entirely.   There  lips  touching  managing  to  silence  that  nagging  thought  entirely.   He  wanted  Myrcella.   She  had  his  heart  ,  and  to  marry  another  would  seal  his  fate  into  a  life  of  unhappiness  ..  but  also  dishonesty.

For  he  could  not  fully  give  himself  to  another  now.

His  mind  could  only  thing  of  kissing  her  again.   Feeling  the  way  her  hands  gripped  to  his  wrists  to  ground  him  to  her.   Keeping  him  but  also  herself  right  where  she  belonged.   He  could  still  do  it  ,  he  could  still  create  some  distance  between  the  two  of  them.   He  could  still  walk  away  before  doing  something  that  would  change  the  course  of  thousands  of  lives.   For  the  better  or  for  the  worst  remained  to  be  seen  however.   Everyone  saw  him  as  a  boy  ,  always  remarking  at  his  lack  of  experience  ,  cautioning  against  acting  on  impulse.   But  this  was  something  more  than  that.   This  was  his  heart  calling  out  to  Myrcella's  ,  desperate  to  have  her  before  it  was  all  too  late.

Then  she  said  it.   That  small  but  oh  so  powerful  plea  for  him  to  take  what  they  both  knew  he  wanted.   All  he  had  to  do  was  reach  out  and  take  it.   Would  this  help  ,  or  would  it  be  another  act  of  blindness  that  would  doom  his  men?   But  how  could  he  deny  something  that  felt  more  right  than  any  decision  he  had  made.   More  right  than  his  decision  to  go  to  war.

The  King  of  the  North  didn't  think  ,  he  acted.   In  a  swift  motion  ,  Robb  pulled  Myrcella  back  to  him  in  another  more  desperate  kiss.   Booted  feet  backing  them  up  further  into  the  tent.   They  had  their  privacy  for  the  night  ,  but  the  bed  in  the  back  of  the  tent  was  going  to  come  in  handy.   Strong  arms  wrapped  around  her  ,  pulling  her  closer  and  into  his  warm  embrace.   Only  stopping  when  they  reached  the  bed  ,  his  hands  ceasing  in  their  pawing  at  her  dress  ,  though  not  yet  attempting  to  undress  her.   ❝  Are  you  certain  ,  Cella?  ❞   Brow  furrowed  ,  searching  her  eyes  for  her  answer.   ❝  I  only  wish  to  take  what  you  freely  give.  ❞

[myrc3lla]

Her   breath   caught   at   his   confession,   the   weight   of   it   pressing   into   her   chest   until   she   feared   her   heart   might   burst   beneath   the   force.   Robb   Stark   did   not   speak   in   half   measures—every   word   he   gave   her   was   cut   from   the   bone,   raw   and   unflinching.   Myrcella   had   been   raised   among   men   who   wore   crowns   and   claimed   kingdoms,   but   never   had   she   heard   one   of   them   speak   with   such   naked   honesty.   Not   her   father,   nor   her   brothers,   nor   even   her   grandfather   who   ruled   from   behind   the   Iron   Throne.   They   all   cloaked   their   truths   in   armor.   Robb   did   not.

Her   lips   trembled,   not   with   fear   but   with   the   ache   of   knowing.   He   believed   himself   doomed   to   only   fragments   of   happiness,   yet   here   he   was,   offering   her   his   heart   as   though   it   were   the   only   treasure   he   had   left   to   give.   She   should   have   turned   away,   reminded   him—as   he   had   reminded   himself—that   she   was   a   stag   in   a   lioness   clothing   of   the   South   and   he   a   wolf   of   the   North,   born   to   houses   that   could   never   truly   be   one.   But   when   his   calloused   hand   framed   her   cheek,   she   leaned   into   the   rough   warmth   of   his   palm   as   though   it   were   a   sanctuary.

“Then   let   me   be   brave   with   you,”   she   whispered,   the   words   slipping   free   before   duty   could   silence   them.   Her   hand   tightened   over   his,   her   thumb   tracing   the   scars   earned   from   war,   from   oaths   that   demanded   too   much   of   him.   “If   all   we   are   given   are   stolen   moments,   then   let   them   be   ours.   Let   them   be   enough.”

The   realm   might   tear   itself   apart   around   them,   kingdoms   might   rise   and   fall,   but   in   that   sliver   of   space   where   her   gaze   met   his,   Myrcella   chose   not   to   be   a   pawn   of   bloodlines   or   a   prize   of   war.   She   chose   him—the   boy   who   was   king,   the   man   who   dared   to   admit   his   heart.   And   though   sorrow   threaded   through   her   like   a   blade,   she   pressed   her   forehead   to   his   and   gave   him   a   faint,   unshaken   smile.   “Kiss   me.”   She   dared   him   almost.   It's   not   something   a   princess   should   say.   But   it   is   what   the   woman   under   the   tiaras   wished   for.   A   kiss   from   the   man   who   had   caught   her   breath   and   made   her   blush   as   a   child,   who   danced   with   her.   The   man   who   looked   at   her   with   such   intensity   now   that   she   had   to   hold   on   to   him   to   not   fall.

[ungvargr]

Why  did  love  have  to  be  so  grim?   Why  couldn't  things  have  been  different?   Why  did  the  Gods  think  it  just  for  the  two  of  them  to  fall  in  love.   A  love  that  couldn't  be  ,  two  star  crossed  lovers  that  would  have  to  one  day  say  goodbye.   A  cruel  joke  if  he  were  being  honest.   Crueler  still  that  none  of  that  seemed  to  be  enough  to  sway  him  from  loving  her.   He'd  tried  ,  many  times  he  had  tried  to  not  love  her.   Tried  to  see  her  for  what  she  was  to  his  cause.   The  time  was  gone  for  shoulds  and  coulds.   He'd  already  spoken  his  love  for  her  ,  let  it  sit  in  the  open  air  between  them  only  for  her  to  return  it.   Deep  in  his  heart  ,  he  knew  there  was  no  going  back  now.

“Then  let  me  be  brave  with  you,”   Oh  if  he  could  feel  a  fraction  as  brave  as  she.   Seeing  her  day  after  day  ,  existing  among  his  men  in  nothing  more  than  a  pride  that  he  actually  found  more  compared  to  Robert  himself.   Many  compared  her  to  her  mother  ,  of  that  he  could  be  certain.   He  couldn't  say  she  had  the  same  air  that  her  mother  had.   Myrcella  was  something  special  all  on  her  own.   The  way  her  hand  rests  on  his  ,  he  wanted  to  stay  in  this  moment  forever.   He'd  had  to  settle  with  enough  time  to  memorize  the  moment.   Even  if  he  couldn't  have  her  when  this  was  all  over  ,  he  could  remember  her  until  he  took  his  last  breath.

In  truth  her  bravery  was  far  more  than  he  expected.   It  only  made  him  lament  a  life  they  would  not  have  together.   When  all  this  was  over  ,  Gods  willing  he  would  be  King  in  the  North.   And  as  he  stood  before  her  ,  she  was  the  only  one  he  could  see  as  his  Queen.   She  would  be  a  glorious  Queen  ,  but  a  Queen  for  someone  else  she  would  have  to  be.   For  now  though  he  could  oblige  her  request  and  much  much  more.   He'd  relish  ever  moment  he  had  with  her  ,  and  do  his  best  to  not  think  about  the  future  he'd  give  anything  to  stop.

His  other  hand  came  up  to  cup  her  face  in  his  hands.   Bringing  her  lips  to  his  own  at  last  in  a  hungry  kiss.   There  was  no  shame  to  be  felt  for  the  desperation.   None  when  it  came  to  her  at  least.   Something  so  true  ,  so  pure  ,  how  could  a  man  find  shame  in  loving  someone  like  this?   When  he  pulled  away  ,  his  forehead  pressed  to  hers  ,  a  huff  of  a  breath  but  hungry  for  more.   ❝  How  was  that  ,  Princess?  ❞

[ungvargr]

when robb suggests twins in the scene with him and talisa .. now i gotta see how many sets of twins were in the stark line ...

[ungvargr]

the way his hips rival talisa's almost...

[ungvargr]

like this post if your down for shippy memes from robb ,i love shipping as much as the next person , but sometimes you don't know if it's cool to send to muses are not. so if you would like robb to send your muse romantic prompts , hit the like button so i can keep your babies in mind.

[houseseats]

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡. independent. private. selective. mutually exclusive multimuse from a song of ice and fire, focusing from robert's rebellion to the main timeline of ASOIAF. written by cali. restablished jul. 2025. first est. 2023.

[ungvargr]

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔. 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉…

𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗 is a private , mutuals only , highly selective roleplay blog for " 𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖇 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐 " from the literary works of 𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖗. 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓. this blog is primarily 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 , with a little bit of influence from 𝖍𝖇𝖔'𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘. this blog has a mature rating for the nature of the content and not intended for muns under 21. personal blogs dni. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖏𝖏.

[calisverse]

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 as 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

Game of Thrones Season 2, Episode 4.

[calisverse]

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 as 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎 𝐃𝐄' 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐈

I,Medici (Medici: Masters of Florence.) Season 1, Episode 1.