Love's Surprise

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"So how does it feel to married off like a little lady of the North?" John joked as he watched his half-brother pace the room.

"I swear if she's some shy little thing father will hear no end of it, I do not want a girl forever clinging to my side." Robb grumbled.

"Well let us hope the gods will help hear your wishes and give you a woman as wild as Arya." John's comment was met with a deep chuckle as their father wondered into the room.

"She is here." He led his son through Winterfell until he stopped outside a small room that was usually kept for small meetings.

You were the first person Robb's eyes settled on and your beauty took his breath away, no one said anything as they watched the oldest Stark Child stare at you as if the gods themselves had sent you to him.

"Lord Stark, May I present my niece Lady (Y/N) of House Estermont, second cousin of King Baratheon's Mother." An elderly lady muttered politely. You curtsied to the people gathered in front of you and let Lady Stark lead you by the hand, out into a patio area with Robb close behind.

Robb didn't leave your side; he even began finding ways to sneak past the handmaidens that watched over you to leave you flowers or small trinkets. Your stay at Winterfell wasn't long but Robb's infatuation with you seemed to defy time itself.


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A faint knock on your door roused you from your sleep, you carefully padded your way to the door, smiling when Robb pushed into your room.

"You should not be here." You whispered. He smiled and gently placed his hands on your hips, looking at you nervously for a moment before kissing you softly.

"I know but you leave tomorrow... I had yet to kiss you." Robb's smile seemed to brighten as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest, leaning up to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"I will be back in one month, Robb." His hand cups one cheek as he looks at you softly.

"That is one month to long my love." He muttered, hugging you to his chest.

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