Leaning my back against a tree I stood guard outside the maesters tent set up in our camp while Chezney went in searching for the ingredients needed for a tea that could abort a baby. I didn't wish to do anything to the babe in my belly if I was wrong in thinking it was Jaime's. So we needed this to be our last stitch backup plan just in case. "Are all the ingredients there? I'm not sure how much longer we have before the maester returns."
"I'm doing my best, Hael. There's far more different teas in here than I thought they'd be. If I give you the wrong one it could possibly kill you." She shouted as quietly as she could but enough where I could hear her.
Wrapping my arms around myself tightly I spoke back to my best friend. "I know you're not a maester but I still have faith in you."
"I appreciate it. Now keep watch so we're not caught." Chezney warned me from inside the tent.
Hearing footsteps approaching me from behind I saw hands cover my eyes before I could get a glance at whoever was behind me. "Who do you think it is?"
"Tyrion?" I joked recognizing the thick northern accent so easily the second he spoke.
Robb lowered his hands, spinning me around where my hands landed on the chest plates of his armor. "He only wishes, Hael. What are you doing out here?"
"Chezney wasn't feeling good so I told her the Maester might have something to help her. I'm simply waiting for her to find what she needs."
Robb tilted his head. "You could've told me. I just saw the Maester tending to some wounds from the battle the other day."
"I didn't wish to bother you. You have far enough on your plate as is." I sent him a sympathetic smile.
He raised his right hand placing it on the side of my face. "Never worry about asking me for anything. You're my Queen. I'll give you whatever you want, just say the word."
"Thank you." I leaned up on my toes bringing my lips up onto his. Robb deepened the kiss tilting the side of my face upward in his palm.
Chezney suddenly poked her head out into the area not seeing Robb standing there at first. "Haelesa, I found the moon te - medicine I needed for my stomach ache. Hi Robb."
"Chezney, I hope the medicine ails your pain." He nodded at her.
"Your grace." A stark guard bowed to the wolf.
The three of us turned our attention to the guard who handed him a sealed piece of paper quickly leaving us alone. He unfolded the scroll reading it out loud. "House Frey, requests your presence at his castle Lord Stark. You and your foreign wife. If you refuse you will no longer have my permission to use my crossing."
"Then we must go otherwise we'll never get closer to my family home or Kings Landing." I touched his forearm and he nodded in agreement.
By the time we had reached Frey castle the sun was nearing sunset over the crossing waters. We were escorted into a large open throne room where Walder Frey sat at the center. He was an elderly man glaring at me and Robb until we stopped walking. "My honored guests... be welcome within my walls and at my table. I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven."
"We thank you for your hospitality, my lord. I have come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness." Robb responded to the man of the House.
Lord Frey turned his head with many young girls entering the room, groups standing on separate corners of the room. "Don't beg my forgiveness, Your Grace. It wasn't me you spurned. It was my girls."
Muttering under my breath I heard Chezney gasp counting off the number quietly. "That makes eleven girls. Four different mothers and the newest one being the fifth."
"One of them was supposed to be queen. Now none of them are. This is Arwyen my daughter. My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra. My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila. Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have had either. Could have had both for all I care. My granddaughter Marianne. My granddaughter Freya." The old man listed off his many daughters and apparently granddaughters until he reached the second to last one. "My granddaughter...Wertha. Waldra. Waldina."
The young blonde girl corrected her grandfather, meeting my gaze. "I'm Merry."
"Fine. And here's my youngest daughter Shirei, though she hasn't bled yet. Clearly you don't have the patience for all that." The lord rolled his eyes at her, glancing back at the young wolf.
Chezney leaned closer to me whispering. "Would he really have wed Shirei off to him so young?"
"I wouldn't put it past him. Considering he's gone through four different girls that fast." I whispered back in response.
"My ladies. All men should keep their word, kings most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you. Any man would be lucky to have any one of you. I did what I did not to slight you, but because I loved another." Robb began giving an apology to the room of noble ladies and their lord, sparing me a glance over his shoulder when he declared his love for me. "I know these words cannot set right the wrong I have done to you and your house. I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends."
Walder nodded simply. "Very good."
"My lord, may I say something before you?" Playing with the clasp of my northern cloak with the Velaryon sigil stitched into the back of it when he didn't refuse me. Stepping up around Robb who had taken some steps backwards I didn't move my gaze from the elderly lord. "I know that the position any of you young women are in is not of your choosing. I have taken the opportunity away from you to marry a great man and for that I do apologize. In return I'd like to offer something else. I'd like to offer some of you the chance to marry a young noble lord among eight bannermen of house Stark or of House Velaryon."
"Haelesa." Robb gasped in a warning tone but didn't move to interrupt me.
Clasping my hands together in front of my gown I sighed seeing some of the girls' faces light up when I spoke my next words. "Lord Frey, I'd like to propose a way to bring the Stark's and Freys back together as friends. With your permission I'd like to offer your daughters and granddaughters the opportunity for them to get to choose the men they marry."
"Lady Stark, I wish to speak with you privately now!" Robb strided forward grabbing my wrist dragging me out of the room causing everyone to stare and watch silently. I didn't know what to say as he dragged me into the nearest empty room of the castle slamming the door behind me where I knew I was somehow in trouble with the wolf of the North.
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The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark
FanfictionHaelesa is the last daughter of the Velaryon tree, and her house is in danger of dying out. So her father decides to convince Tywin to make her and Jaime wed. Yet when she rides North with the royal family, she can't help but fall for the young wolf...
