Ours is the Fury | Game of Thrones OC

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I woke in the carriage the following morning, I did have some memory of waking up and Marin feeding me some soup before settling down again but that was it. I must've been asleep for hours, but now I lay with my head on my mother's lap and she ran her fingers idly through my messy dark hair while Myrcella and Tommen sat across from us, watching as we came closer and closer to home.

"How are you feeling?" Mother asked quickly and the other two quickly noticed my being awake and Myrcella took my hand gleefully.

"Fine" I sat up despite the dizzy feeling coming over me, a patch on the side of my head stung a little, I must've hit something when I fainted, "What happened?"

"It must've been too much, you collapsed" Mother reminded me, smoothing down her skirts.

"No. What happened to the Stark girls?"

"Oh the younger one let her filthy beast flee so we killed the other" my mother spoke so bluntly, as if she didn't care which I knew she didn't.

"Sansa's wolf?" I pressed with far more concern than anyone else in the carriage.

"Yes, Lord Stark did it himself. He thinks the act makes him more honourable but the beast deserved a foul death"

"Lady didn't do anything" I insisted calmly, "Why should she suffer?"

"One must take the blame for a family members wrong doing"

"So if I killed someone and ran away, you would let them kill Joffrey? Or Myrcella? Tommen? All because you couldn't have me?" I pried, watching my siblings eyes open widely in worry.

She just pursed her lips and avoided a straight answer, "We're not like other families and we're not animals"

I scowled and settled against the window, watching the rolling hills and little settlements race past us. We stopped again for another uneventful evening, all until Marin rushed into my room with a letter, her smile told me everything I needed to know.

"Robb?" I grinned and she squealed, thrusting the letter into my open hands and I tore it open as quickly as I could.

"Careful!" She giggled, settling beside me to scan the contents, I didn't care if she read it, who would she tell? Me?

Dearest Lya,
I have not received a letter from you but I couldn't bring myself to wait to send you one. How is the journey? Are you excited to be home? How are my father and sisters? All these things I wish to ask to your face but I cannot, perhaps one day in the future it may be possible. One day I will stand before your father and declare my desire to be your husband and whisk you away to Winterfell where we will live together as a family until the day we die.

But for now, all I wish to do is to get to know you better. Who is the eldest princess, the diamond of Kings Landing? What books does she grab in the library and stay up all night reading? What time of day is the perfect time for a walk? What are her hopes and dreams and desires for her future? What does she dream about? I know what I dream about but it would improper to write down, maybe I should wait until I see you.

I think if your hands, the way a simple touch made me melt, even in the freezing snow, a simple gesture to you makes my heart flutter every time. Oh and your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that sparkle when you smile, I wish I could've saved an image of them, a painting by the best painter around so he could capture them perfectly. And of course your lips, that was a moment I shall never forget no matter where I go or who I go with, though I wish and hope it to be you.

Sadly, this letter must end with bad news. Bran awoke several days ago, Mother and I are pleased to see him unharmed but a terrible fate has befallen him. My brother shall never walk again, never climb and never run, never ride a horse or hunt. It broke my heart to see him so downtrodden when I told him. Most painfully, he told me he wished he had died and I felt myself shatter completely. What a grim future he may have, but I shall keep him here with me in Winterfell, he will never be alone.

I do so need your touch and your comfort, we only knew each other for a moment but it felt like forever. Good luck in Kings Landing, princess.

Your Robb

"Oh my" Marin fanned herself with her hand, "He sure knows how to write a letter"

"He does" I smiled, the tears in my eyes didn't fall but I felt them there, burning but they felt real, like the letter, like Robb.

"May he propose as soon as possible, your grace" She grinned excitedly, "I would love Winterfell and your wedding would be extraordinary"

"I hope so" I murmured, reading the letter over and over again until my vision went blurry, "Take the letter and hide it with my things until we are home," I pressed the paper into her cold hands and she frowned.

"Why? Don't you wish to keep it with you?" She asked, her eyes wide in confusion.

"I cannot let my brother or even my mother see this, or any letter I may write back to him" I sighed, "This is my correspondence, not a silly betrothal formed by my family"

"Very well, your grace, anything else" She stood to go, folding the letter up carefully.

"Burn the envelope and bring me some ink and paper, I wish to respond" I smiled gently, handing her the envelope as well, she returned not long after with what I asked for then said good night.

I spent the next hours writing the most wonderful letter to Robb Stark, wishing him the best and Bran as well, telling him everything about myself and asking a million questions about him to. All the while there was a large smile plastered on my face, I felt a surge of happiness every-time I wrote his name and blushed when I spoke of our kiss.

When I signed my name and folded it away, I breathed a sigh of relief, tucking it under my pillow and falling into a restless sleep filled with dreams of a boy with dark curls and big eyes.