BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Ten • Wolves and Stags

Rated M for smut (because this is Game of Thrones after all)

It felt like an eternity was waiting for the merging of houses Stark and Baratheon with a marriage alliance. Today they would wed Lord Robb and Princess Lyla.

The two were born heavily desirable matches in the seven kingdoms as heir of Winterfell, soon to be Warden of the largest kingdom, and of course the firstborn princess of Robert Baratheon. Of course they were all rejected as no one was good enough for the two according to their father's (or Robert at least) and the idea of their betrothal had been around since her birth and made official when they were of nine and eight.

Robb was offered Yara Greyjoy as a show of good faith, a short offer of Margaery Tyrell, Dacey Mormont, Meera Reed, Wylla Manderly, Greatjon Umber's children, a Frey girl, Jonelle Cerwyn, Beth Cassel, Jeyne Poole, Bethany Blackwood, and Alys Karstark. Ned was never interest in organizing betrothals for any of his children. At age six Alys was brought to meet Robb, but he knew Robert would outrage as he always wanted their children to marry. After meeting Lyla, he finally agreed.

Lyla was suggested for Loras Tyrell, Lancel Lannister, Robin Arryn, Oberyn Martell though he was much too old and it was just a suggestion, Trystane Martell, Edric Dayne, Dickon Tarly, Harry Hardying, and even more from Essos and other vassals, Robert never paid attention because he knew that they were not necessary as she would be Lady of Winterfell one day. He had been telling her that since she was five she would be the Lady of the land of Snow and magic.

Despite all that and all the time and planning that went into their betrothal, there was never a better time for them to be married. Bond their families in a time with so much grief and strife. Soon followed by another betrothal between Sansa and Prince Joffrey and Ned Stark becoming the new Hand of the King. This wedding would be the start of the a great alliance.

All were in the godswood in two aisles waiting for the wedding to commence. At the front was a septon, as Cersei demanded it be performed in her family's faith, but would still be viewed by the Old Gods. Robb stood at the front holding a Stark cloak for his bride. The guests were all holding candles as per the northern tradition to light the woods. The Starks and northerners were at one end, while the royal family and their party were on the other end. The septon began the ritual by reciting several prayers to the audience, reading from The Seven-Pointed Star. After the prayers they all turned to wait for the bride.

Out of sight Robert was with his daughter who was in a lovely white grown with golden trim. Her sleeves were longer than they needed to be, there was golden ties for her corset in the front, lace design, and a bit of cleavage exposure with her dress. She had an emerald and gold necklace. She had a golden headband that held her hair up with the front having loose hair down her shoulders. She was a beauty and the vision of both her houses and a true beauty the whole North would be allowed to see. Though when Robert looked at her, she was still the same baby he came home from that hunt to.

"Who knew that someone as dishonorable of a man like myself could have a daughter so kind and beautiful," he commented, cupping her cheek. He looked down at his daughter and remembered when she was eight years old, when he first told her she would be married to Robb Stark. She asked a million questions. They planned to have her fostered in the North, only Cersei shut down the plans before they could. "I'm so glad I didn't drink and whore myself to death before I could manage to see you off to a good husband. I hope you know."

She knew that was his way of telling her how much he loved her, she smiled at him confessing how much he cared about his daughter on her wedding day. She nodded her head. "I know that, father. I already care and trust Robb. Thank you." He smiled and kissed her forehead before wrapping her in a Baratheon cloak.