BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Eleven • Fall

Short chapter. Sorry for the long wait. But there is so much more to come. Enjoy.

Lyla woke up in the morning on top of Robb's chest. He was holding her, and he was too strong for her to simply move away from them. She didn't want to wake him up from his rest either. Maybe because when they left, things would change a lot. In four days her family would be leaving for King's Landing. She was now wedded and bedded to Robb Stark. With Lord Stark planning to go south to act as Hand of the King, he was taking Arya, Bran, and Sansa with him. She almost wanted to close her eyes so they could sleep there silently for as long as they could before being noticed.

She looked around the room, it looked different than the room they had prepared for her and her family. It was as if they made these rooms more southern as a way to make them seem more comfortable, the work of the southern Lady Catelyn to make them feel more comfortable in the harsh North. Though she didn't mind being in this place. In all fairness she didn't feel very at home in King's Landing either. She stood out of all her siblings with her black hair when they were all born with their mother's blonde hair. Her father hardly paid attention to her. She was often alone. Most of the people liked her for her beauty.

He rubbed her bare back while he groaned, waking up. Lyla kept her eyes fixed on his handsome fast as he rested. His strong jawline, his gentle curls on the pillows, his face was clean shaven. She rubbed his jawline on instinct while resting on her elbow. He looked so at peace when he was sleeping. She felt his breathing pick up as he started to wake up. She moved away a bit worried that she had woken him up. His eyes opened slowly as he looked down at the woman who this morning was his wife. He smiled a bit to himself.

"Morning," Lyla whispered, with a large smile showing her bright teeth to him.

He smiled at his wife. Waking up the the sight of her as she rested on his chest. "Good morning, Lyla."

She felt embarrassed as she remembered she was bare. She had no reason to be bashful, she was no longer a maiden. She was a wife. Yet she felt like all her courage the previous night, her first night with her husband. She wondered if she was already with child, although her septa said it could take time before she would be with child. She was glad. She still needed time before she could be a mother. Being a wife was strange enough.

"We should break fast soon," he suggested. It seemed like his eyes were wondering down to her chest which she was trying to cover with a sheet. "Or..."

"We could stay here a bit longer," she stated, rolling onto her back resting the back of her head in the crook of his neck.

To believe I spent years dreading the day I would be his wife. Maybe being the wife of Robb Stark is not as bad as I first imagined it would have been. She lightly traced her fingers as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. And Winterfell is nice. The Red Keep is beautiful. But father says everyone in city is a liar, schemer, or arse-licker. And King's Landing smells of smoke, sweat, and shit. Winterfell is cold, but small. And I am already fond of these Starks.

Robb held her and rubbed her waist, her long pale back as the morning light filled the room. They would have to wake up to greet those who would want to congratulate them, to break their fast, and he had to take care of Grey Wind he had leave their room. Which reminded him that he would have to make sure Lyla was comfortable with Grey Wind. He was glad that Lyla was fine being here now. He had grown fond of her.

"That's long enough," she tells him when she felt if she is about to fall asleep again. "Come on, love, I am famished." Then she pecked his lips and sat up.

Once she sat up, she knew she was going to have to stand up and show her naked body so she could reach her small clothes and a blue dress that was waiting for her. She held the fur close, as if she was nervous to let Robb see her body. She was not a bashful maiden. He had already seen her without garments hiding her. Why did she continue to feel the need to find her body from him. Although she could see him stare at her pale back as her black hair was swept in front.