𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷
𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙

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The inside of Winterfell seemed just as dreary as the outside, but the young Tyrell girl found a sort of beauty in it. The cool, smooth stone that made up the walls seemed dreary, yet comforting, standing tall as they protected the Starks from the cold northern winds.

"I must say, my lady," The oldest boy of said Starks spoke up, causing the blonde to whip her head around to look at him. "You are far lovelier than I had been told."

Adelaide smiled, not able to help the heat that rose to her cheeks. "And I must say, my lord, that you aren't as brutish and wild as the southerners claim your people to be."

Her words seemed to bring confusion upon Robb, seeing as his dark, bushy brows pulled together in the middle as he glanced over at the lady on his arm. A giggle fell from her mouth at the confused look.

"From the time I was a child, I was told the the northerners were savages." She explained as she looked ahead again, though she could still feel the blue eyes that lingered on her cheek. "That you fought and killed bears with nothing but your hands and wore their pelts as prizes. Or that you'd crack the skulls of your enemies and drink blood from their heads as if they were goblets of wine."

She shook her head, remembering the stories her wet nurse would tell her as a child. She figured that they were all fables, the older she got, but she always thought they held at least some truth to them.

"They seem silly, now that I'm looking back on the memories. but that was what I was taught to believe as a child." She paused, looking over at the man she was supposed to marry. Seeing his worried look, she gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you're not like that, my lord."

A small smile came to the boy's face as he looked the lady in the eye. "Please, call me Robb." He said. "If we are to be married, I don't want there to be such formalities between us."

She smiled back. "Then please; just call me Adelaide."

The pair fell into silence for the rest of their walk, seeing as it was only a minute or so longer before they reached a wooden door. Robb halted before it, and the young lady assumed that this was her room.

"I will see you at the feast tonight, my-" He caught himself with a smile. "Adelaide."

The Tyrell giggled gently. "Of course. Will you be escorting me?"

Robb didn't quite notice the teasing look on her face before he answered. "If you wish me to. I can be here a few minutes before."

"That would be lovely."

The young lord smiled with a nod before he unraveled her arm from his. Taking her hand, he gently rose it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles before giving her hand a small squeeze.

"Until tonight." He said, before letting the girl's hand fall back to her side as he walked away from her, leaving the Tyrell girl to her own devices.

Adelaide sighed gently before turning and pushing the thick, wooden door open. Its hinges creaked softly as it revealed the room hidden behind. The walls were he same, dark stone as the rest of the keep, with the furniture all being made of a dark oak. A fireplace sat in one corner, near the bed, with a small vanity sat against the opposite wall.

A window was open, revealing the busy courtyard below. Wooden shutters pressed against the wall, a stark contrast to the completely open archways of the windows down in Highgarden. She supposed it did get quite a bit colder up here than it did down in the South.

A soft cough came from behind her, causing the girl to spin around. Monroe, the handmaiden that had accompanied her up to the North, stood in the doorway. She held clothes in her hands, the long sleeved dresses already distinguishable as the brunette gave the girl a kind smile.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath before the feast tonight, my lady?" She questioned, her voice of bells seeming to stand out against the cold, lifeless stones.

Once again, Adelaide found herself sighing at her handmaiden's words. "Yes, please."