Game Of Thrones OneShots

Robb Stark x Reader

(Idk what this is, I'll do a fluffier/smuttier one next😂)

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You stood in the courtyard of Winterfell, the brisk wind biting against the skin of your face, as you watched Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, commanding the guards and men who were setting up to leave. Robb and his men were marching south, declaring war with the Lannister's after Ned Stark had been arrested down in King's Landing. You sighed, and turned back towards the doors of Winterfell.

You were a handmaiden of Lady Catelyn, but she had left a month ago without telling you where she was headed. You were okay with that, knowing it was none of your business as to what she did. Your job was to brush her hair, draw her baths, dress her and, if she requested, bring her meals to her.

But ever since you started your job there at Winterfell, you had always felt attracted to the young boy, who had grown into a strapping young man, the Young Wolf they called him, and you could see the determination in eyes. It was whispered that he would become  King in the North.

Walking briskly through the halls of Winterfell, you headed to the kitchens, your temporary replacement whilst Lady Catelyn was away. Reaching the bustling room, you felt the heat of the open ovens hit you, and you reached for an apron, tying it securely around your waist, before washing your hands and beginning to help prep for the feast tonight. It would be huge, the last one before the army began its march South. Starting with the breads, you got to work kneading masses of dough and yeast together, already started by other cooks. Creating complex twists, you lost yourself to the relaxation you found whenever you baked. After 3 hours of solid work, the starters for the feast were ready to be taken out. Taking off your apron, you started to load yourself with platters of meats and bowls of salads seasoned with fresh vegetables, oils and spices from Dorne. Carefully making your way out alongside twenty other kitchen maids, you stepped into the Great Hall, careful not to trip over the steep stairs they had conveniently placed there. Walking over to one of the tables, you began to place to food down, much to the soldiers' delight. You paused, and your eyes scanned the room, seeing hundreds of drunk men, obliviously joyous and loud, a raucous bunch, before landing on the head table, more specifically, Robb, who sat talking to his close advisors and friends.

A slap to your bum made you jolt forward, your hands slamming into the wood of the table painfully. Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself up, turning to face the culprit who was grinning lazily at you.
"Fetch the ale would ya love?" His grin was more or a leer at this point as his eyes scanned your body slowly, and you began to burn with anger at being treated so. Restraining yourself from doing something you might regret, you go to turn away, but his hand snatch's out and grips your wrist tight, the skin burning as you wriggle your wrist to get it free.

He pulls your arm roughly and you fall forward onto his lap, his other arm tightening around your waist, gripping your other arm too to stop you from escaping. Sealing your mouth, you hold your breath as he brings his mouth to your ear, stinking of alcohol.
"What's wrong with this picture love, hmm? You see that mug, it's empty, that's the problem. So why don't you take your pretty backside out to the kitchen and get me more ale? A'right love? Good, now go!" He spat, and shoved you forward, your lower stomach hitting the edge of the table violently, and a dull ache began to spread itself across the area. Fuming, you had had enough. Turning around, you swung your arm fast towards his face, connecting fully with his temple. His face whipped to the side, and the table went quiet. He didn't move.
"Why don't you get your own ale you filthy bastard" you hissed, ignoring the growing silence in the hall as people turned to stare.

You turn around and stride out the hall, head held high, the eyes of everyone piercing your retreating figure. You barely make it three steps around the corner before you begin to cry. Stumbling towards the entrance hall, your vision blurring with every step and your stomach aching vehemently, you push open the main doors and step out into the courtyard, a brisk wind having picked up in the pass few hours now that the sun had set. You soon find yourself huddled in the corner of a horse stable, the hay around you providing warmth and the stalls solid walls giving some sort of shelter.

It's there that you fully begin to sob, as you realise not only did you assault a person of higher status than you, but you also made a fool of yourself in-front of the Lord of Winterfell, your long term crush,  and could now potentially lose your job and be sent out to find work for yourself elsewhere. Most Inns in the area had more than enough workers now a days, so the only like place you could go was a Brothel. Your chest began to heave at the possibility, your breathing stuttering and sharp, as another large sob escaped from your lips.

You weren't exactly an ugly girl, you never had been, but where your waist was small and trim and legs well toned from the hard labour everyday, you were hardly the most voluptuous in other areas. Tightening your arms around yourself, you rest your head on your arms, trying to calm your upset.
"My Lady?"
Your head jolts upwards, not expecting to be found. Your eyes widen firstly with shock, then of fear as you wait for what he has to say, as you see Robb Stark himself standing in front of you, hands resting atop the wooden wall of the stable.
"Are you all right?" His voice is gentler than it was a minute ago, and sea blue eyes search your face, taking in your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. Scrambling to your feet, wincing as you move the bruising area underneath the tight band of your skirt, you reply, voice rough and sore from crying too long.
"I am fine, my Lord." Your eyes stay firmly locked on the hay, suddenly finding it very interesting.
"You don't look it." He sighed, and his knuckles tightened on the wood. " I saw what he did, Raeph, he's one of the Lieutenants for the ranks, he's always been a violent one when he's had a few." You shift on your feet, waiting for him to tell you to pack your things and get out, to reprimand you for assaulting one of his men, a lieutenant no less, but he never does.

Instead, he pushes the door open to the stable, and your head jolts up in shock as he walks his way towards you, the soft hiss off the hay parting across his boots the only sound to break the silence.

His face remains still, eyes hard, but at the same time soft, searching. Your eyes meet his fleetingly and he takes another step closer to your body. You stand still as he reaches out a hand and wipes away some of the leftover tears that sat glistening on your cheeks, the wide rough pad of his thumb soothing against your chilled skin.
"I'm sorry he acted like that, you didn't deserve it." You sniff as the aching in your stomach worsens at the memory. "He deserved what you gave him though." His voice hardens at the end, a small smirk visible on his soft pink lips.
"Come back inside, it's cold out here, and it's getting late." Reaching out a hand, he offered his to you, large palm up, eyebrows raised as he waited. Slowly, you brought you hand up to his, sliding it onto his rough palm, a shiver rolling down your spine as you realised this was what it felt like to touch his hand, to have it clasped gently around your small one.

Leading you back across the courtyard quickly and back through the main entrance doors, he begins to make his way down to corridor, tugging you gently along the way. You reach the doorway to the staircase that leads down to the maids chambers, and you pull unintentionally on his arm, causing him to turn and look at you. You slide your hand at out his, instantly missing the warmth and comfort it brought you, and tucked both behind you back, looking down at your well- trodden shoes.
"This is my stop." You stutter out, still not completely sure of what to say. "My Lord" you add hastily, slapping yourself mentally for forgetting your manners.
"Why won't you look at me?"
His statement takes you by surprise and you slowly raise your gaze to his momentarily, before looking back towards your feet, a hint of a blush spreading lightly across your cheeks.
"It would be considered improper My Lord, for someone of such a low status as myself."
He was silent for a minute, eyes roaming over your face.
"You work in the kitchens?"
"As of right now my Lord yes, but only as a temporary replacement, until your mother the Lady Catelyn comes back from her trip."
"You are her handmaiden I take it?"
"Yes My Lord." You stop, before realising something. "My Lord, the feast will nearly be over, I implore you to head back and have your fill, the road South is long and hard. I will be fine now." You meet his gaze properly now. "Thank you." You add quietly. Before reaching up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. As you pull away, you notice a faint blush blooming across his cheeks, and you smile lightly. Meeting his eyes once again you curtsey, before turning and gathering your long skirt in your hands and making your way down the staircase towards your chambers. Behind you, Robb stood with his hand on his cheek, a small smile gracing his lips as he watched you go.

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