𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚 {𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌}

008

   the air around the camp was tense. dark and dreary despite the sun trying it's damndest to snake through the overcast. it was a day of mourning for all of the North.
   Lyanna had yet to even hear about what had happened. a part of her knee as soon as she saw the faces everyone wore. the downcast looks upon seeing her or Catelyn. Catelyn was beside herself, sat on a rock, trying to hide the tears that streamed in buckets from her eyes.
her feet carried her into the wood, hearing the sound of metal on wood. she bit her cheek, going closer to the sound. she had already known of it as soon as she saw Robb and the state he was in.
   "Robb, Robb." Lyanna said, walking quickly over to him. he faltered as he went to swing at it again, looking at Lyanna. her own eyes brimmed with tears, for the loss of Ned and the state her husband was in.
   "you've ruined your sword, Robb," she said quietly, he simply dropped it in response, almost tripping himself as he buried himself in Lyanna's arms. she just held him, letting him cry into her shoulder, running her fingers through the curls she had grown so found of.
   "i'll kill them all..." he wheezed through sobs, Lyanna nodding her head as she rocked them back and fourth, kissing the top of his head.
   "it's okay, my love. you'll kill them all, i promise you," she said, her own voice wavering.
it was sobering to look at all of it in retrospect. in most regards, they were still children. Lyanna had just turned 18, Robb barely 19. Robb was leading an army and Lyanna sewing wounds in puddles of blood wrought by her husband and her mothers family. her family. they weren't supposed to be here, not yet. Ned wasn't supposed to be dead. Robert wasn't supposed to be dead. no one was meant to die and now they were all nothing but corpses.

   "take your time, Robb. i know it hurts," she said softly, squeezing him. Robb slowly lifted his head from her shoulder, tear stained eyes and red cheeks looking down at hers, lips pressing against the others softly.
   "i love you, Lyanna. i love you, now and always," he said softly, returning back to his place in her neck. Lyanna smiled even as the tears broke away from her and down her cheeks.
   "i love you too, Robb. i love you so very much. we will get our revenge."

-

   they all sat in the castle falling to ruin as their camp, convening, trying to pick a side in this war.
   "Renly should be king," someone had said, many laughing at the suggestion.
   "Robert's little brother? if Bran can't be Lord before me, then why should Renly?" Robb snorted, which caused even more of an uproar.
   "so you side with Stannis?" another man said, the entire congregation erupting into further discourse.
   "Lady Lyanna, they're your uncles, which of the two do you think is better suited for the throne?" the Greatjon boomed, Lyanna chewing her cheek.
   "Renly, as charismatic as he is, should never be on any throne, let alone the Iron. that's my vote," Lyanna simply said.
   Lyanna had sided with her uncle from the moment the discourse began. she couldn't even fathom why Renly thought he was more entitled to the throne than Stannis. it was highly doubtful that Renly would ever even produce an heir, but of course Stannis only had Shireen, who herself it wasn't sure if she would ever bare a child due to her affliction as a babe.
   "aye! settle down, settle down. i don't care for Renly Baratheon or Stannis Baratheon! there is only one man i am happy to kneel to!" the Greatjon bellowed, confusion setting across the room.
   he unsheathed his sword before turning around, bowing it to Robb.
   "it's about time the North stood on its own once again! damn the South and their throne, the King in the North!" he chanted. Theon fell into a kneel as well, the chants deafening.
   Lyanna smiled to Robb as he turned around to her. she was proud of him, her heart swelled at just the look on his face, truly seeing the hardened man he'd become in such a short time. he was the king of the North, and by proxy she was his queen.

   the men had settled later, Robb and Lyanna departing to their tent, their small place of privacy. no one ever talks about how so open war is on all fronts.
   "King in the North, huh?" Lyanna giggled a bit, kissing him softly. he grinned back at her, hugging her tightly.
   "the banners seemed to believe so, but that means you're my queen, doesn't it?" Robb said, smiling like an idiot.
   "yes, i suppose it does," she confirmed, pecking his lips once again.
   "still feels like we've done all of this backwards," Lyanna thought out loud, Robb quirking a brow.
   "how's that?" he inquired, still smiling down at her, his fleeting moments of joy ever contagious.
   "well, i despised you for the longest time, then one day we got married, laid together, and after all that we began to love each other. it's a bit backwards," she said.
   "for you it was backwards. i've loved you since we were children, but i suppose i had a bad way of showing attraction when we were younger," Robb admitted softly.
   "most certainly. it's alright though, even as annoying as you were i did always think you were absolutely the most handsome man in Westeros," she admitted as well, Robb throwing his head back to laugh.
   "you thought a blubbering dickhead was the most handsome man in the realm?" he chuckled.
   "yes, and you were in love with a lobster," she giggled back.
   a moment of comfortable silence settled over them, her arms around his neck and his around her waist, flush against each other.
   she leaned forward first, kissing Robb with the ferocity of their wedding night, Robb smirking into the kiss as his hands tightening on her waist, pressing her further against him.
   her hands fumbled with the ties on his tunic, separating for only a split second as he yanked it over his head.
   as they clashed back together, Robb wasted no time yanking at the ties of her dress, the fabric falling in a heap around her, yanking her smock off over her head.

   Lyanna smiled as she shoved Robb down onto their shared makeshift bed, which was really just two cots pressed together. she waisted no time climbing on top of him, cursing as she undid the laces of his breaches, not even bothering to take them all the way off as she took his length into her hands.
   Robb sighed just from the feeling of her touch, gripping the flesh of her hips as he positioned her over him, taking one of his hands to run his member up and down her slit, Lyanna squirming as he passed over her clit.
   Lyanna gasped as he slipped past her entrance, Robb breathing deeply as she settled on top of him, his length buried to the hilt inside her. savoring the stretch, they both went still for a moment, Robb taking his chance to touch her body, squeezing her chest, running his hands down onto her ass, kneading all the flesh his hands could get a grip on.
   slowly, she rose up again and went back down, creating a steady pace as she bounced on top of him. her hands planted firmly on his chest as leverage. her hushed moans filling the small room made of canvas, Robb gripping her waist to aid her, one hand sliding to her pelvis as he made tight circles on the small bud, Lyanna gasping, hands raking scratches down his chest.
   "gods above, Lyanna," Robb groaned, clearly nearing the finish. he shot up, arms around her waist as he slammed her up and down on himself, Lyanna biting her lip so hard she was sure it was bleeding.
   she couldn't contain herself as the knot in her stomach tightened, bursting in a flurry of stars, trembling in Robb's arms as he, too, followed shortly thereafter, filling her with his essence. she collapsed down into his chest, listening to his rapid heart slow to a normal rhythm.
   "i love you, Robb," she said.
   "i love you too, Lyanna."