BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Five • The Crypts of Winterfell

It was as if everyone forgot about the incoming wedding between House Stark and House Baratheon until it seemed to be suddenly remembered. All the lords and ladies were invited. From the Bear Island to Greywater. Unfortunately having the wedding in the North meant that her uncles from her father's family would not be in attendance. Stannis was rather cold, and she felt uneasy around her Aunt Selyse. Though she adored her uncle Renly who threw festivities all the time. She would have to accept it. Benjen would still be there for the wedding. Her uncles would both be there, though her grandfather was not, though she hardly knew him. She wasn't too interested in who would be in attendance. There was only one person there who she was worried of.

She noticed how Lady Stark dressed. How Sansa and Arya dressed. The way the women in Winter Town dressed. Her outfits were all colorful and the designs so different. She would have to live in Winterfell, and her outfits should reflect the place she loved. She did not want to seem like an outsider. People would either look in awe at her jewelry, hair nets, or colorful dresses. Or they judged her for her pride. She wanted to wear what the others wore. Though her mother disagreed with this notion, as she was a lioness and by what right could they judge their princess.

It seemed as if Sansa suddenly became obsessed with the wedding. Lyla was fond of the red haired maiden, though she was not so fond of the girl's favorite subjects; courtly romance (of which she had no experience), weddings (which she tried not to think about), and Joffrey (whom she loathes). Myrcella was as excited to see her sister be wed, but also afraid of losing her older sister as she would live in Winterfell instead of King's Landing once she was wed and bed. Currently they were all seated, speaking to one another to pass time.

"Do you know what your wedding gown will look like? Have you decided ivory or gold?" Sansa asked.

"White," Lyla confirmed. The color of purity and innocence for the virgin bride.

"Mother had them make it for her before we left King's Landing. No one but mother has seen it."

"You're going to look so beautiful," Sansa told the older girl who smiled at her future goodsister.

"Thank you. I am sure you will look gorgeous on your wedding day with Joffrey. It will be the royal wedding in the Great Sept of Baelor with every lord and lady in Westeros attending. This will just be the godswood." Her lips curved up into a small smirk, it was almost hilarious how devoted Sansa seemed to the prince she hardly knew. Though if she did know Joff, she wouldn't be so excited to be wed to him. 

"I can only hope so," Sansa sighed, the prince hadn't shown much interest in her recently.

"What does the godswood look like here in Winterfell, Sansa?" Myrcella asked. The Red Keep was considered a younger castle compared to Storm's End or Winterfell. There was a godswood, only it did not look like the rest. They went there to pray when their mother forbade them from leaving the castle to the Sept.

"There is a heart tree where you will stand beside for the old gods to witness your union. It is nice enough. Have you seen the glass gardens, now they are lovely, princess," she assured them. I highly doubt it. How I tire of walking through gardens. I would like to see a heart tree.

"I can't wait for the wedding, Lyla. I have never been to a wedding," Myrcella mentions. "It is so soon."

"I know," Sansa giggled, looking at the princess. She noticed the giddy princess was uncharacteristically solemn in their moments of bliss. "Does that no please you, princess?"