𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁
𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙

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Her heart hammered in her chest as she heard the men atop the high, stone walls call for the gate to be pulled open. This was it; her new home. She couldn't resist pulling back the sheer, white curtains on the coach and peeking outside.

She had never seen such lack of color. Everyone sported dull blacks, deep browns, and dim grey colors. Most of the men were bearded and burly, while the women were wide and stone faced. The southern girl was afraid her dainty self would stick out like a sore thumb.

As she felt the coach roll to a stop, her heart suddenly ceased. Footsteps were heard all around the coach as the men dismounted from their steeds, getting their things prepared for the upcoming weeks.

The coach door swung open slowly, revealing a gently smiling Loras, whose eyes immediately fell on his little sister's nervous face. He held his hand out to her in a comforting way.

Adelaide gave the slightly older boy a smile of gratitude as she rested her smaller hand into his, allowing him to held her step out of the warm carriage and into the brisk morning air. Admittedly, it was quite a bit colder here than it was even at the inn a few hours ride from the keep.

But she didn't have very much time to proceed that as her older brother began leading her towards what she assumed was the Stark family. Her father already stood in front of the tall, looming lord of the house, a wide smile on his face as they spoke softly.

"I believe you have an admirer, sweet one." She heard Loras whisper softly into her ear.

Sparing him a quick glance, she turned her head and saw that, as he said, someone was watching her. A boy near her age, with a clean shaven face and a head of brown curls, ones that accented his bright blue eyes. He was standing next to Lord Stark, which could only mean one thing.

Feeling her face heat up slightly, she looked away, her eyes falling instead on the two lords who now faced her, seeing as they were only a few steps away from the pair.

"Allow me to introduce my son, Loras," The lord of House Tyrell spoke up in his light, airy tone. "And my youngest daughter, Adelaide."

The blonde boy, being ever the gentlemen, held out his free hand towards the northern lord. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Stark." He said with a small smile. "I've heard so much about you."

"As have I, Ser Loras." He responded with a nod before his eyes fell on the girl beside him, who was looking at him with wide, doe eyes. "And you, my lady; I've heard a lot about you."

A smile was quick to grace her features, her painted pink lips pulling upwards. "You are too kind, my lord."

Eddard simply nodded before he turned to the boy at his right, the same one that Adelaide has locked eyes with moments ago. "This, my lady, is my son, Robb."

The young lad was quick to hold out his hand to the girl. With a glance over at her brother, she stuck out her free hand, which the northern boy took and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles before standing straight again.

"It's lovely to finally meet you, my lady." He said, the thick accent he had sending unknown shivers down the girl's spine.

Yet, she mustered up a small smile and nodded to him thankfully. "You as well, my lord."

Lord Eddard was quick to introduce the rest of his children; Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon. At the sight of the shy little boy, the southern lady was quick to release her hold on her brother. She moved herself around so she was standing right in front of the youngest Stark boy, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Hello," She said in a kind tone, holding out her hand. "I'm Adelaide. You must be Rickon."

He nodded slowly, slightly coming out from behind his mother's skirts but still keeping a tight grip on the lady's hand. "Yes..."

The girl's smile widened ever so slightly as she knelt down, not even caring about the mud that splashed up onto the skirt of her dress, or all the eyes locked on her. "How old are you, Rickon?"

"Six." He replied timidly.

"And what does a boy of six do for fun up in the North?" She asked, seeing as a small glint appeared in his eyes. "I'm afraid I'll have quite a bit of time on my hands. What would you say I do with all that time?"

A small smile came to the boy's face as he steeped closer to the girl. "Well, I like to ride through the Godswood." He answered before his eyes lit up. "And sword fighting. I really love sword fighting." He face fell ever so slightly. "I'm not really good at it, but Robb says I'm getting better."

Laughing softly, the girl pinched the little boys chubby cheek gently. "You must show me some time." She answered, earning a eager nod from the boy, before she rose up again.

Lady Stark gave the young girl a warming smile before turning to her eldest son. "Robb, why don't you escort Lady Tyrell to her chambers." She said before turning back to the girl before her. "You must be tired from your long journey, my lady."

Adelaide merely nodded in thanks as the boy in question made his way to the pair, his cloak trialing behind him as he stopped beside the southern lady. He held his arm out with a smile, prompting the girl to lace her arm with his. With that, the pair disappeared off in the opposite direction, towards the warmth of Winterfell.