𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

The Light of the Old Gods

As the sun set the next night, Adaya was sitting in a chair in front of a small mirror. Margaery was behind her, making sure her little sister looked perfect for her wedding. She was currently braiding Adaya's blonde hair, which flowed freely down her back, except for the few braids Margaery had already put in. The girl's' grandmother sat near the window, being oddly quiet.

"Are you nervous?" Her sister asked, glancing up at the younger girl in the mirror.

Adaya looked down, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. "Is that a bad thing?"

Margaery laughed slightly, shaking her head. "No, not at all. It's a perfectly normal thing." She went silent, finishing off her braid just as a knock came at the door.

The older girl walked over and opened it, though Adaya couldn't see who it was. Margaery smiles before stepping aside, allowing the guest to come into the room.

Adaya smiled through the mirror at the boy who approached her from behind, a big smile on his face. "You look beautiful, sweet sister."

The girl blushed slightly. "Thank you, Loras."

"I just came to wish you good fortune. I'm sure you will be happy with the Stark boy."

Adaya giggles lightly, shaking her head at her brother. "He has a name, you know."

Loras shrugged slightly. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Adaya's head before turning and leaving the room.

As he left, Lady Olenna spoke as she looked out the window. "I don't trust the Starks."

Margaery sighed, a smile grazing her lips as she looked over at the older woman. "You don't trust anybody, grandmother. The Starks are kind people; they've been nothing but good to us. Besides, their going to be family soon."

Lady Olenna didn't reply, she just kept looking out at the courtyard below. She was a very closed off person, and it was very rarely she came across people she genuinely trusted. It was just how she was.

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By the time the sun was out of sight, Adaya was all ready to go. She stood up from her chair and walked over to the mirror, admiring her look. Margaery had done a wonderful job on her hair and makeup, and she gave her a big hug as thanks.

The sheer cloak Adaya wore was removed and replaced with a green one, with golden embroidery all over it.

"I'll give you this back after the ceremonies." Her sister told her as she placed the sheer cloak on the back of Adaya's chair.

The girl only nodded in return. Not a second later, a knock came at the door. Margaery rushes to get it. Standing outside, waiting for her, was Lord Tyrell. He was dressed in his finest attire and his face lit up when he saw his youngest daughter.

"You look...beautiful." He said as he stepped into the room.

Adaya said her thanks just as Margaery spokeS "We better get to the Godswood. Come along, grandmother." Margaery turned and walked out the door, the old woman not far behind.

Once they were alone, Adaya's father walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I can't express how proud I am of you, my dear. Your mother would be proud, too."

Adaya nodded, giving him a smile as he held his arm out for her. She took it and, with that, the two of them started walking to the Godswood. They were silent the whole way. As they entered the courtyard with the big white tree, Adaya's grip tightened slightly on her father's arm.

There was a path setup going straight to the giant Weirwood tree, lanterns on each side lighting the way. Many men, north and south alike, stood on the other sides of them to watch the ceremony. Robb stood with his father at the end of the path, in front of someone who looked to be a septon.

Lord Tyrell stopped a little ways from the two Starks. He stepped forwards, as did Lord Eddard.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Lord Stark spoke.

"Adaya, of House Tyrell, comes here to be wed." Lord Tyrell replies to the man. "A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble. She come to beg the blessings on the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

Robb took a deep breath and stepped forward. He looked over at Adaya's father as he spoke. "Robb of House Stark. Heir to Winterfell. Who gives her?"

"Mace, of House Tyrell, who is her father by blood." Lord Tyrell spoke, standing tall.

"Lady Adaya." Eddard spoke suddenly, causing the girl to turn her head towards him. "Will you take this man?"

Adaya's eyes wandered over to Robb. She took a moment to look him over. He was wearing an outfit that was black, with a cloak representing the house colors; black with white furs on the top, clasped with two direwolf heads.

He gave the girl a reassuring smile, causing her heart the flutter slightly. She stepped forward, her head held high. "I take this man." She said.

Robb held his hand out for her. She placed her smaller hand into his and the boy led her over to the septon while the fathers went to stand by their families.

The septon cleared his throat before he spoke. "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection."

The girl turned her back towards Robb. She felt as the heavy cloak was lifted off of her shoulders, only to be replaced seconds later by another cloak; the one Robb had been wearing. Adaya turned back around to face the septon, standing side by side with Robb.

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here in sights of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." Robb and Adaya both raised our hands, the palm of her right hand resting to the top of his left. The septon ties a ribbon around their hands as he spoke to the crowd again. "Let it be known that Adaya of House Tyrell and Robb of House Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven and the Old Gods, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." He removes the ribbon before looking back at the wedding couple. "Look upon each other and say the words."

Robb and Adaya both turned to face on another, their eyes locked. "Father, Smith, Warrior." They said in sync. "Mother, Maiden, Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers and he/she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." They both paused before speaking again. "I am yours and you are mine. From this day, until the end of my days."

With that said, Robb lifted his hands, cupping Adaya's face gently before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and kissed back before the two tore apart. The assembled crowd clapped as the newlyweds smiled at each other, resting their foreheads together.

Real quick tbh - I loved writing that 😀