Love beneath the Snow

27| 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔶

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔰

tw: miscarriage

— THE NIGHT AIR WAS THICK WITH THE LINGERING WARMTH OF THEIR SHARED PASSION. Valira and Robb lay entwined beneath the covers, their bodies glistening with the afterglow of their intimate union. The room, softly illuminated by the flickering lantern, was a haven of tranquility. The soft light cast gentle shadows that danced on the walls, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.

Robb's fingers traced lazy patterns on Valira's back, his touch tender and affectionate. Valira rested her head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart providing a soothing rhythm that lulled her into a state of serene contentment. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took, a comforting reminder of his presence beside her. Robb's voice, soft and filled with genuine curiosity, broke the silence. "Valira, you've been unusually quiet tonight. What's on your mind?"

Valira lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with a glint of mischief and joy. "I have something important to tell you." Robb's expression shifted to one of intrigued anticipation, his eyes shining with interest. "What is it, my love?" Her smile widened, her gaze sparkling with both excitement and tenderness. "I'm with child." The revelation struck Robb like a wave of euphoria. His eyes widened, and a joyous laugh erupted from him, filling the room with an infectious, unrestrained delight. He pulled Valira closer, his hands gently cupping her face as he gazed into her eyes with a mixture of awe and happiness. "You're carrying our child? This is the most wonderful news I could ever receive!"

Valira's heart swelled with love for him, and she couldn't help but smile at his reaction. The sheer joy in his voice and the warmth of his embrace made the moment feel even more magical. Their kiss was a passionate celebration of the life they were creating together. Robb's lips were insistent and fervent against hers, his hands roaming over her back with a possessive tenderness. Valira responded with equal fervor, their kiss deepening as they savored the promise of their future. Their bodies moved together in a rhythmic dance of love, a silent vow of the life they would build together.

As dawn began to break, the room was bathed in a soft, golden light. Valira stirred from her sleep, the dull ache in her body signaling the toll of their night's activities. She glanced over at Robb, who was already preparing for the day ahead. His movements were methodical and deliberate, his excitement barely contained as he dressed for his uncle's wedding at the Twins.

Valira's hand rested lightly on her belly, her fingers brushing gently over the slight curve. She felt a pang of unease as she watched Robb. "Robb," she said softly, her voice laced with concern, "I'm not feeling very well today. I don't think I can make it to the wedding. Will you give my congratulations to your uncle and apologize to Lord Frey for my absence?" Robb's face softened with understanding. He walked over to her, his hand brushing gently against her cheek. "Of course, my love. I'll make sure they know how much I wish you could be there. And I'll see you later, I promise."

Valira offered him a faint, affectionate smile, her heart heavy with both love and worry. As Robb left, she settled back into bed, her mind weighed down by a growing sense of unease. In the middle of the night, the quiet of the room was interrupted by distant noises that began to seep through the walls—clattering metal, urgent shouts, and the unmistakable sounds of a battle. Her heart pounded as she listened intently, the realization sinking in that the castle was under siege. A wave of fear and desperation swept over her as she thought of Robb's safety. Determined to find him, Valira threw on a cloak and rushed outside, the cool night air biting at her skin as she was enveloped by the acrid smell of smoke and burning.

The scene that greeted her was one of unimaginable horror. The once-grand castle was now engulfed in chaos. The walls were under attack, and soldiers fought fiercely, their shouts mingling with the clamor of steel. Valira's heart raced as she navigated through the turmoil, her eyes scanning desperately for any sign of Robb. The sight became even more horrific as she drew nearer. Soldiers were desecrating the bodies of the fallen, their actions brutal and unforgiving. Valira's breath caught in her throat as she saw Robb's lifeless body being paraded in a grotesque display. They had mounted him on a horse, and in a cruel mockery, they had placed the head of his direwolf on top of his severed body.

A gut-wrenching cry tore from Valira's throat. She sank to her knees, her hands clutching the dirt and blood-soaked ground as she watched the scene unfold. Her tears flowed freely, mingling with the grim reality of the battlefield. "I'll avenge you, my love," she sobbed, her voice breaking with anguish. "I promise, I will make them pay for this." Her grief was compounded by the harsh reality of the soldiers' cruel taunts. "Now find that bitch of his whore!" they shouted, their words filled with malicious intent. The realization that they were actively searching for her only heightened her fear and desperation. Valira managed to pull herself to her feet, her mind racing as she grabbed a sword from a fallen soldier. The weapon felt heavy and familiar in her hands, and it became a symbol of her resolve. She fought her way through the chaos, her movements driven by a fierce determination to survive and seek justice. Every clash of steel and shout of anger around her was a reminder of what she had lost.

She found a horse amidst the chaos, its powerful muscles a stark contrast to her trembling limbs. As she mounted the animal, a sharp, searing pain gripped her abdomen, and she collapsed onto the ground. The pain was overwhelming, a cruel reminder of her loss. Valira clutched her belly, her tears mingling with the dirt and blood as she mourned the loss of their child. "No no no no no no...please"

"Please, don't take the last thing I have of him from me," she pleaded, her voice choked with sorrow. "You've already taken him from me; don't take our child too."

The miscarriage was a devastating blow, the sharp and relentless pain tearing through her very soul. The night's chaos continued around her, but Valira was lost in her grief, her body wracked with sobs as she faced the heartbreaking reality of her loss. The soldiers' shouts and the clamor of battle faded into a distant blur as she grappled with her profound sorrow. With a final, anguished glance at the scene of devastation, Valira managed to pull herself together. Her grief transformed into a fierce resolve as she prepared to escape. She mounted the horse once more, her movements driven by a desperate need to survive and honor Robb's memory. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty and danger, but her determination to seek justice for her lost loved ones was unwavering.

As she rode into the darkness, Valira's heart was heavy with sorrow, but her spirit remained unbroken. Her journey was a desperate fight for survival, driven by both her grief and her vow to avenge those she had lost. The world around her was a blur of shadows and noise, but her path was clear. She would find a way to make those responsible for Robb's death pay for their cruelty, and she would do so with the strength born of her love and loss.

A/N:
The Red Wedding scene always breaks me. I don't think I ever watched it without crying. It's absolutely cruel!
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