𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚 {𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌}

004

   the next day had came just as quickly as the last had gone. Lyanna woke up lazily, sleeping so soundly she'd forgotten where she was, startled by the fact that Robb Stark was latched onto her and she was as bare as the day she'd been born.
   yesterday, she'd been married. she married a man she had barely spoken to in years, which was a far cry from the worst case scenario of who else she could've wedded. she could've married a son of Walder Frey, the bastard of the Dreadfort, Loras Tyrell, one of her maternal cousins, a Martell, any one of the low and high lords. in retrospect, Robb wasn't bad at all.
   she got lost in thought as she laid there. sure, she had a petty vendetta against Robb for a few years, but still, he wasn't a bad man. he was one of the better ones, despite her mothers labeling of him being a Northern savage who would eat their children. she supposed she had never hated Robb at all, she hated the situation she'd been thrown into.
   her thoughts were thrown off as she felt Robb shift, flipping over in his arms to rest on his chest. he still hadn't woken from her jostling, and she didn't quite know what time it was, when her family and Ned would be leaving for Kings Landing, when Jon would depart to go to the Nights Watch, or if he already had. none of it mattered all that much as she laid on Robb, his heart thumping slowly in her ear.
the sun had just begun to rise, she'd been able to note. Robb always had his curtains open, and Greywind had wound up in the room again. he was still no more than a pup, so Lyanna tolerated the beast laying at the foot of the bed, staring at Robb as he slept.
Lyanna soaked in her new situation. this would be the rest of her days, and she could say she was content with it, at least for the most part. a part of her still was saddened that she had never gotten the chance to find her own love, a man she had chosen from her heart, and she knew Robb didn't want to marry when he was freshly a man rather than a boy.

her thoughts slowly ceased as she drifted back to sleep, not rousing even as Robb awoke shortly after she'd fallen back to sleep. he sat up as slowly as he could manage, looking at the woman he would now call his wife.
Robb had always thought Lyanna to be beautiful, and he truly did now. her body was more than he imagined, eyes falling on the mounds of her breasts, nipples hardened by the cold air. she looked so smooth, felt so smooth. Robb could've been addicted to her from just one night.
"it's considered rude to stare," Lyanna said, voice raspy and tired, stretching a bit. Robb smiled, unabashedly at his now wife.
"i would take it more so as a compliment," Robb bit back, making Lyanna smile and look away.
"well i can't walk around Winterfell naked, and i have no clothes in here." she pointed out, Robb cringing as he'd forgotten nearly completely that she needed different clothes. Robb's face burned as he thought about how his and her entire family would see the bruises they'd bitten into each others necks, but his thoughts were cut short by the sounds of panic downstairs. Robb furrowed his brows, cracking open his door.
"Ned! come quickly, Bran has fallen from the Watchtower!" he heard Catelyn cry out, his heart sinking. he saw a set of clothes for Lyanna right outside his door, passing them to her.
"something's wrong, i'll be right back," Robb said quickly, practically sprinting from the room as he tied the strings to her trousers as he ran.
Lyanna sighed, looking around Robb's room. her heart nearly burst out of her chest as she pulled the pelts from her, seeing white and red stains on the sheets. she prayed Robb wouldn't see as she dressed herself quickly, not bothering to tame the frizzy mess that was her hair as she raced down the stairs as well.

Catelyn was sobbing hysterically, Ned holding her to his chest as Maester Lewin was looking him over, a grim expression on his face. Robb stood with Sansa, Arya, Rickon and Jon, who all looked like a mix of confusion and fear.
Lyanna didn't want to overstep, watching from afar. a bad feeling settled in her gut, like something was amiss from the situation. Catelyn had scolded him for climbing the abandoned watchtower just a few days prior but she also had spoken about how good of a climber he was. she supposed he shouldve heeded his mothers warnings.
   she slowly slinked back to Robb's chambers, unsure of what to do in that situation. her and Robb may have been married and had slept together the night prior, but she didn't have the slightest idea on how to comfort him or if it was even her place.
   she stared at the wall, waiting for his return. she'd probably sat and twiddled her thumbs for another half hour before the door creaked open, Robb pinching the bridge of his nose, lips set in a pensive line.
   "what's wrong?" Lyanna asked, not keen on telling him she'd been eavesdropping on him. he just sighed, sitting at the foot of the bed and laying down, face in his hands.
   "Bran fell from the watchtower. Maester doesn't even know if he'll survive the night," Robb spat out through gritted teeth. Lyanna's heart dropped. she'd always been fond of Rickon, she could remember when he was just a babe, how joyful he was and his aspirations to be a knight.
   "that's horrible, but Bran was very capable with climbing?" she questioned, Robb nodding.
   "he is. Maester thinks the wind might've made him lose his balance or something of the like," Robb sighed, looking over to Lyanna. his eyes were darkened, saddened.
   Robb hadn't ever experienced real grief, she'd realized. in Wintefell, practically the edge of the world, nothing horrific ever seemed to happen. fights with Wildlings, the occasional death of a lowborn or an old Lord. Robb hadn't been around the deaths of his grandfather and uncles, he hadn't experienced the painful weight of death that was like a blanket overtop the entire town.
   Kings Landing was the opposite. no one ever seemed to survive long. just recently, Jon Arryn had died. no one quite knew how, but no one spoke on it. Lyanna had spoken to the Lord of the Vale many times, his death had saddened her, but he was another body piled on top of all the others that seemed to drop like flies in the capital.
   "no one suspects foul play? it was hardly windy at all this morning," Lyanna said pointedly, Robb sitting up, elbows on his knees as his head was cast downward.
   "no one has had much time to speculate. the question right now is just whether or not he'll even live," Robb said, looking up at Lyanna. she nodded, chewing her cheeks.
   "i'm sorry about him. i loved him like i love Tommen," she said quietly, not meeting his eyes. Robb sighed again, not responding as they sat in silence.
   Lyanna couldn't quite tell if the silence was uncomfortable. she stood up, deciding she wasn't in the right place.
   "i'll be going to my chambers to bathe, and let you think about... everything, let me know if you need anything." Lyanna said, looking back at Robb as she opened the door, he looked up at her, a bit confused for a moment before simply nodding, which she quickly left.