BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Twenty-Five • Letter From King's Landing

Rated M for smut (finally after fifteen chapters...)

Lyla felt sick to her stomach. Not simply because she was with child, but because of what she knew. What she remembered.

Why do I have such a damned memory of my own mother and her- and with that thought she felt another bout of sickness rile up in her.

The princess knew this was not an odd occurrence in history, for hundreds of years Targaryens married brother to sister, with the blessing of septons no less, and everyone in the Seven Kingdoms thought nothing more of it than that. Yet they were not Targaryens, and if they were would not make it any less revolting to the princess's mind. It was taboo for reasons, it was wrong- vile for a brother and sister to lie together as they did.

Lyla didn't understand what she had seen when she was a child, she rationalized it over and over until it was too difficult that she forced herself to hide this memory from herself. Yet Lyla knew now as an adult what they were doing. How he held her close like a lover.When he leaned his head to her neck, kissing it passionately. And kissing her the way Lyla had been on her wedding night. She knew now that they had done.

She remembered it as though everything had suddenly made sense in her life the moment Robb mentioned the golden hair.

In that moment he mentioned his mother finding a long golden hair strand in the tower it made her rethink her whole life beginning with that moment. Every moment she remembered seeing her mother and brother far too close, she excused it as a bond between twins. Every moment the two would wonder off together and she watched in the corner of her eye, choosing to believe that it was not her place to question her queenly mother. The way they looked to one another, almost longingly, and Lyla came to the conclusion she would not know what longing looked like between lovers. Every moment she almost knew the truth but chose to live in the safety of the lie they had been keeping.

And just as she had told Robb, there was no more living in a lie. Her mother and uncle were lovers. Her mother was committing adultery by having another man in her bed that was not her husband, no less her own brother. Both crimes that would have them both killed if the truth was ever found out. While Lyla believed heavily in truth, she knew she could never wish death onto either of them, he was her uncle and she was her mother. She loved her mother honestly more than anyone. A mother who lied to her for years and done something so horrifyingly foul. She also told Robb that she would want whoever harmed Bran to face the Father for their crimes, but could her mother have? No. At least she still wanted to believe she had not.

Lyla sat down on the ground, not caring if she dirtied gown, instead she needed to feel grounded as her body grew weak. She had been throwing up, sickness common when a woman was carrying, Maester told her it meant she was healthy oddly enough. She rubbed her head and cringed her face in agony.

Damn you mother, why? Why would you have done something so horrible with your own brother? I know you ended up forced into a loveless marriage as is many ladies in the Seven Kingdoms, but how could you have committed the most horrible of crimes. One of the three worst. And all that time you spent "teaching" me to be a proper wife and you were with your own twin. How could you insult the crown and our house?

So many questions she wanted to ask her mother, but she could not write her and for quite some time there will not be a chance to see her mother face to face again.

Besides the overwhelming sense of weakness she felt from her sickness, which she felt a bit angered at her unborn child for because she quickly began dislike feeling weak and out of control. She felt revolted at the memory or just the thought of her mother and her uncle Jaime as lovers under the nose of everyone in the Red Keep. More so, she felt a sense of betrayal.