Rieka Stark wanted so desperately to get out of a union with Joffrey that she claimed she was already engaged. To Petyr Baelish.
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"You're a monster but I want you. What does that say about me?"
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"We need to talk, about what father... well he told me." Robb whispered and Rieka locked eyes with him.
"I think I know and I dont want it to be true." Rieka remarked leaning into him.
"The king-" Robb cleared his throat. "-he wants you for Joffrey." Rieka had never felt so vulnerable.
"I'm dead. Kill me now." Rieka whimpered as she got up. "Father."
"Rieka... I assume Robb-" Ned began.
"Yeah, tell me he's fucking with me." Rieka begged.
"It's true... The king told me when he arrived, that you wants you and joffrey wed." Ned agreed.
"No." Rieka corrected. "Tell him no. You told him no right?"
"Telling the king no... Thats not something you just do." Ned countered.
"I do. I will." Rieka declared and Ned grabbed her arm keeping her beside him.
"Get to know the prince, maybe he is..." Ned looked to Joffrey as he flipped a tray of food on a server shouting that he was a prince and wouldnt eat such garbage.
"A horrible human being, I can see that already." Rieka agreed. "Daddy dont do this." Rieka begged.
"Rieka my love-" But she stomped off.
Rieka was moving towards the king when Arya flipped food across the table and onto Sansa's face and Rieka's jaw dropped before she was laughing out.
'Arya!' Sansa shouted "Arya!" she whimpered sobbing out, this was the worst day ever as she sat wiping the potato away. Catelyn signaled a laughing Robb to deal with the girls. He wiped the smile off his face as he hoisted up Arya.
'Time for bed.' Robb declared.
"What?" Arya whined as he picked her up.
"Wait." Rieka corrected raising a hand and Robb put Arya down. "I have something to say."
"What is she doing?" Theon questioned softly.
"I dont know... that worries me." Robb agreed.
"Your grace, I have been notified of your plans for your son and myself." Rieka remarked. Catelyn grit her teeth nervosly.
"Yes, union in blood!" Robert agreed happily.
"But I'm..." Rieka looked back to her family, think on your toes Rieka, dont second guess it or else you will be married to that awful boy until the day you die... or the day he's killed. Until you kill him, her mind was racing but she turned to the king. No regrets.
"I'm so sorry your grace but I have decline." Rieka said scincerly.
"Oh?" Robert countered finally putting down his glass.
"Yes."
"Why?" Robert countered.
"Well you see, your grace... I am already betrothed." Rieka declared and Catelyn gaped back at her, what was she doing? Robb chuckled picking up his drink.
"She's gonna piss him off." Theon remarked softly. Ned took a hesitant step forward hoping to salvage this, whatever this was, whatever was happening.
"To whom?" Robert pondered.
"I just received a formal proposal from... lord petyr baelish." Rieka declared and neds jaw dropped. He had not heard nor approved at that union.
"Your father didnt inform me of that." Robet corrected.
"He probably thought you meant for Sansa, my union is new... but Petyr has been a friend of the family for years and I graciously accepted." Rieka remarked.
"What the fuck was in that parcel from little finger?" Robb muttered.
"A proposal apparently." Arya remarked. "Has she ever met him?"
"No." Robb remarked with a huff.
"Rieka." Catelyn warned as she stood up.
"Your grace-" Ned began.
"Seriously?!" Rieka agreed she didnt know if she was trying to convince herself or them. "Crazy times!"
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"Huh," robert grumbled out before looking to sansa. "She will do. "
"I will do!" Sansa declared giddy.
"Thank you for understanding your grace." Rieka agreed.
"Then you will be coming to the capital with us when we leave." Robert remarked. "I'm sure little finger doesnt like his betrothed so far away."
Fuck, she didnt think about that. Why couldnt she have made up a name, a fake person until they left... fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
"I suppose that does mean that." Rieka agreed slowly. "Joy..."
