✅️ The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

35 - The Wolf Shows Its Teeth

Haelesa's pov

"Are we certain the Maester would approve of such an activity this far along in a pregnancy?" The question immediately fell from my lips when Robb and I had stopped walking to the edge of his camp area to see he had two straw targets set up.  There was a bow and a quiver full of arrows a few feet away from the targets.

My husband had our arms looped together until we reached where the bow was leaned up against a tree.  "The Maester doesn't need to know about this.  I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you."

"If you say so, young wolf." I shrugged my shoulders, clasping my hands together in front of my stomach.

Robb removed his arm from mine, picking up the bow and a single arrow looking in my direction.  "So you have skills with a sword.  Now let's see it with a bow."

Briefly lowering my gaze to the dirt ground.  "I've never even held a bow."

"Come here, I'll show you." He gestures with the move of his head to the side.  Walking up to stand by his side he moved my hands to hold the bow before I quickly drew the arrow back. "No, no.  You're far too quick."

I simply apologized.  "Sorry, Robb."

"Don't apologize, Haelesa.  Here just go slower." Robb pressed his front against my back where I felt his hot breath in my ear.  He placed his hands over mine that was holding the bow, slowly drawing it back and stepping back once I gave him a small head nod.  "The eye is more important than the hand.  See your target, understand what you are aiming for.  Don't just physically let fly. Sight the center.  The rest of the circles are irrelevant."

I didn't blink until I heard the arrow hit the straw target causing a huge grin to cross my lips seeing it was in the dead center of it.  "Yes!"

"You are far more resilient than most women I have met back in Winterfell.  Your mother would be proud in my opinion." I dropped the bow onto the dirt when he extended his arms out.  He embraces me in a firm hug.  Gripping the furs of his cloak I drew away from him, raising a brow at my lord husband.

"She would have liked you." I muttered up to him feeling my eyes beginning to water.

I didn't know how to talk about my mother given the fact that I didn't get to know her.  The woman who raised me was my best friend's mother, not my own.  Robb tilted his head to the side taking a second before he saw the tears.  "Oh I'm sorry, Hael.  Look at me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's fine. I know you didn't mean to.  It's just - it's the hormones." I raised a hand and wiped away the falling tears sniffing, doing my best to not start bawling for no reason.  I definitely knew it wouldn't be something I'd typically do if I was pregnant with his child.

As the days dragged on not much has happened with the war details.  The Lannister's weren't forcing themselves onto the battlefield that would only cause my husband to feel the drive to fight them on the battlefield.  We were waiting to hear from Robb's mother and my best friend who had gone off to Renly Baratheon.  We needed more allies to take Kings Landing that much was a certain fact.

Robb gently cradled my face in his hands resting his forehead against my own.  "When this is all over I wish to meet the woman who raised you."

"You want to meet Chezney's mother.  You do recall she's not high born." I drew my head back slightly baffled by what he had just spoken about.

He sent me a genuine smile.  "She raised both of you.  You are the most interesting high born woman I have ever met.  Chezney isn't some low born girl to you, she's your equal from what I have seen.   So yes I desire to meet her mother."