The Crossed Rose - GoT - R.S.

A chance

Dahlia Stark never thought this wedding would be such a joyful occasion. Considering the fact that Dahlia and Roslin had had a fortnight to prepare for it, it was only fair it was a good party. They had ordered the best cooks in the castle to prepare Roslin's favorite dishes to be served through the night and Ros had even gone as far as to ask them to make some pigeon pie, claiming that to be one of Edmure's favorites. Even the decoration in the dining hall looked great - granted, there wasn't much to be seen there, but the two girls had displayed all of the banners that they needed in a way that seemed almost pleasant to the eye. Frey banners, Tully banners, some of Robb's highest ranking bannermen's banners and, of course, above them all, the grey direwolf of the Starks. Dahlia had almost thought some of her brothers would protest, having the Stark banner hanging from their wall with such high prestige, but when Lothar told them they could put up with it as long as they got to pick the music, Dahlia conceded without much of a fight.

And, in the end, Lothar hadn't done such a bad job with his music selection. The band played loud and clear for everyone around to hear and they were all having a good time. From the high table, in front of everyone, Dahlia could see Roslin and Edmure sitting side by side, laughing together as they whispered to one another and fed each other pieces of the pigeon pie. Dahlia found it almost amusing, how Roslin had been so against her marriage not a few days before and now... There she was, delighted in the company of her new husband.

The only reason she hadn't laughed yet was because she had found herself in a very similar situation with Robb, months before.

"Seems to me your sister is very pleased with her match, after all." Robb said, leaning over to Dahlia as they sat side by side in one of the tables disposed just in front of the high table.

Dahlia smiled then, her hand resting over Robb's that was already rubbing her stomach over her dress, smiling himself whenever their babe moved - which happened to be quite a lot that night. Looking at her own husband, Dahlia nodded, her free hand coming up to caress his cheek gently. Robb melted into her touch then and Dahlia could almost feel her heart bursting in her chest, filled with fondness for the man beside her and, once again, she realized she found herself in a rather amusing situation, having fallen so deeply and so fast for a man she never thought she would like at all, let alone love as much as she did.

"Seems like it." Dahlia smiled back at Robb as she nodded, taking her eyes away from Robb to look at the newlywed couple instead. She giggled when she noticed Roslin feeding Lord Edmure yet another piece of pie. "Do we look like that?"

"Like what?" Robb smiled too, amused as he followed his wife's line of sight.

"Silly." She smirked a little, turning back to Robb as he laughed.

"They don't look silly." He argued. "They look in love."

"Oh, how romantic of you." Dahlia joked as Robb chuckled. "But do we? Look like that? In love?"

"I suppose." Robb shrugged. "The Greatjon gives me a hard time often because he says I look like a maiden whenever you are around."

"Does he now?" Dahlia smiled, leaning even closer to Robb, causing him to pull in a ragged breath at her close proximity. "Why? Do I make you blush, my King?"

"Maybe." Robb stuttered nervously, before recovering from his shyness and covering it with a little cheekiness. "But you have never fed me pie before."

"Oh, no." Dahlia gasped, dramatically, as Robb laughed at her little antics. "How could this possibly be? Have I been such an uncaring wife?"

"I'm afraid so, my love." Robb smirked, testing how far Dahlia was willing to go with this little joke.