BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Eight • Bastard and Princess

Robb hadn't been able to stop thinking of Princess Lyla Baratheon since he watched her be dragged out of the courtyard by her mother last day. The girl with king emerald eyes, long silky black hair, soft looking lips, sweet smelling, cunning with wits, and compassionate. With grace and yet he ferocity her House was known for. Whether she was slapping the crown prince or shooting a bear with a bow, when she had never used one before. She was incredible in every sense.

Only she was very stubborn. And a bit naive. How she acted as if she had never heard of bears. Though it was hardly her fault that she ended up being attacked by a bear, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He just wanted to make sure she was okay the whole night. He wondered how she managed to sleep after something like that happened to her. She was cursed to stay in her room until the wedding apparently. She did send her sworn sword, Ser Vorian Dayne, to send him her thanks.

Apparently his close friend, Theon who got his best look at the southern princess the past day, couldn't stop talking about the princess either. Only not as polite.

"Did you see her without her cloak?" He asked, pointing out how she still wore her thin southern gowns. They could see her thin arms, her tin waist and firm hips, her bust was the highlight though. She had been covering up herself moderately, but the outfit barely left anything for Theon's imagination. He stung with the feeling of unfairness that Robb would get to have her first and always. Robb was always the lucky one.

"Please don't," Jon begged, not wishing to spoil the name of the fair princess he had already seen close up. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Lyla was fair as the songs suggested she would be. As much as he shared the envy of Theon, he did not wish to dishonor her with crude words.

"I didn't. You know, I have seen her before. When she was eight years old, she was pretty. Though she was never as beautiful and ladylike as she is now. A woman she is. Lovely and grown-"

Robb cut him off quickly and lifted a fist as a threat. "This better be going to a good place quick, Theon, she is my intended, do not disrespect her. She is also your princess and daughter of the King and niece of the Kingslayer. They could cut your tongue, if I don't."

"I was simply going to remark that you are a lucky man, Robb," Theon finished, with a cheeky grin on his face. Robb was still not sure that was exactly what the Greyjoy intended to say. Theon spoke of disgusting acts he had preformed. Of course women threw themselves to Robb, but he was not that kind of man, now he would be faithful to his betrothed. Jon for some reason didn't even flirt with women like his half-brother. Theon on the other hand was powered by the thoughts of his cock.

"Robb is lucky," Jon added.

"And I am glad he managed to find himself a wife of her status. She will make him a very happy man."

"Theon-" Jon warned him.

"I am also very excited for the bedding ceremony."

"There will be no bedding ceremony," Robb corrected his friend before he could speak more of the princess.

"It's tradition," Theon mentioned, distraught that he was choosing to leave out Theon's favorite part of the wedding or the feast that would follow soon after.

"She will be my wife and is your princess. I do not wish to have drunk men fondle her on her wedding night."

"Very honorable of you, Stark," Jon agreed.

"Your father took part in the ceremony when he was younger. The king did as well. Jon how are you okay with this? It's tradition after all. How else will we know the marriage was consummated?"