Robb Stark Imagines

Surrender and Retreat

"You cannot be entertaining the idea of this offer?" Catelyn asked her son as they walked through the camps.

"They wish to negotiate a surrender, perhaps it is there's." Robb said and she laughed.

"A foolish thought to entertain. How long would this alliance last before they have you killed and force us to surrender." She pointed out and he shrugged.

"They were not clear on the terms. Just that they wished to negotiate before going any further with this war. If I can send these men home, well, I hope I can." Robb said as he paused and looked around the bustle of his camp.

"Do not forget that these men follow you because they believe in your cause and they name you king of the North. Do not send these men home just because you sympathise with their wives and babes at home." She said sternly, worrying the Robb had lost the stomach for war.

"They still have Sansa. We do not know where Arya is anymore. I know father would want them home more than anything. But I will take care. It would be best that you are not at the meeting though mother, if it is a trap..." He trailed off and Catelyn nodded firmly, turning to Brienna who had been following a polite distance behind.

"Lady Brienna, I know that you have sworn to protect me but, if you would be able to ride with my son to meet the Lannisters it would but my mind at great ease." She asked Brienna who bowed her head in an awkward acknowledgement of her request.

"It would be my honour my lady. I will see him safely returned." She said and smiled when the mothering worry eased from Catelyn's face.

"Be sure to heed her advice as well as you do mine." She said. Robb agreed, feeling as if he'd been scolded.

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"You still plan to go through with it!" Cersei said with outraged exasperation as she followed her father through the halls of the Red Keep.

"yes, because this may be an easy way to end the war and bring these Starks into line." Tywin snapped, glaring at his eldest daughter who shook her head.

"She is young! When do you plan to tell her that she will be ripped from her family and thrown to the wolves for your power." She shouted and he turned, a furious look on his face that caused her to still, almost shrink back.

"If you could keep that boy in line. None of this would be happening." Tywin barked at her. With a furious growl she turned on her heels, dress sweeping around her as she retreated.

When she found you, you were reading to Tommen and Myrcella. Handmaidens nearby enjoyed your words too, though when they saw Cersei they quickly scurried around to find work.

"Mother, (Y/N) is telling us of how Uncle Jaime saved us all from the Mad King." Myrcella said in delight as Cersei joined the three of you.

"She has always been so good at tales." She said fondly. The afternoon passed by easily, you read and the youngsters listened while Cersei knew it would be a long time before she saw you again. It eased her somewhat that he last fond memory would be this one, her family bathed in sunlight, with no worries.

"M'lady. Your father would like to see you and Lady (Y/N)." A man said as he knocked on the door and one of the Handmaidens greeted him.

"Very well, we will make our own way." Cersei said as she stood, insisting her children make a fuss of their farewells.

"He is going through with it!" Jaime bellowed as he marched down the corridor as Cersei led the way. He hugged you tightly and kissed the top of your head. "He cannot do this!"

"He can and he is going to. He leaves tonight to meet with the Stark boy tomorrow. He plans to end the war." Tyrion said as he joined you, taking your hand with a pitying look.

"What is going on?" You asked and Jaime scoffed.

"Of course he hasn't asked her." He seethed as he clenched his teeth.

"When has father ever listened to the pinion of a woman?" Cersei snapped as she glared at her fallorne brothers. "I have employed one of the best nights to go with her and a few disgruntled Sands who are frustrated to be passed over for the crown shall be her handmaidens. She shall not be without protection." Cersei said as she turned to you, petting your head as she took your other hand.

"Will one of you please explain?" You asked, hatting more than anything that you were the youngest. Often things were never explained and you just tried to keep up with your siblings. Though they had never been so distraught before. Not even when the king had died had Cersei come close to shedding the tears that threatened her now.

"Father plans to offer you to the Stark who is rebelling." She explained as she kissed you knuckles and led the way to where Tywin was waiting outside.

"Can he not just give the Stark girl back?" You asked and a bitter chuckle escaped Tyrion as he glared down the stairs at their father who was at least allowing you all a moment to say goodbye.

"I tried that. He plans to send you to the North with her." Tyrion explained. He handed you a large purse heavy with coins and leant in closer. "In case, one day, you must purchase a sword, and a little extra for a man to wield it. Keep yourself safe." Tyrion said as he hugged you goodbye. He glanced at his father but left after a last look, He never thought you would be the one to be given away.

"Now, you do not let them see you cry. There is no shame in fleeing back to us." Cersei said as she straightened out your hair, smoothing her thumb over your cheek as she kissed your forehead and let Jaime crush you in a hug. He couldn't find any words but simply pressed into your hands the necklace that usually hung around Cersei's neck. You had admired it since you were children and had always begged to have a turn wearing it.

"I will write. They cannot stop me from doing that." You said as you hugged them both again before being escorted to the carriage that Sansa Stark was waiting in.

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"Robb! Robb, stop this!" Catelyn said as she found her son furiously swinging his sword.

"I must marry (Y/N) Lannister. We negotiated for hours. It was the only way I could get Sansa and peace. I suppose we can bury father now which is some comfort." He said as he dropped his sword and looked at his mother who nodded.

"I know. Lady Brienna informed me. You did well Robb, you gave them little and they have given us more. Your children, will be their blood and they will have to consider that if they plan to be ruthless when it comes to punishing the North for their rebellion. This is not a set back. It merely gives you more power and time to grow the north to be stronger than it ever has." She said kindly. He smiled a little and relented. Some good had come out of the struggle. He would see Sansa again.

"They will be arriving soon." Robb said as they walked back towards Winterfell. It didn't take long for the procession to reach the gates of Winterfell. Sansa's heart was in her chest, as if she would wake at any minute to find it was a dream to be home. Glancing at you, she couldn't understand why you were acting as if marry Robb was the worst thing in the world. Although if she let herself dwell on all that had happened to her at the hands of your Nephew, sister and father. She could almost find the sight of you, staring down at the Lannister crest you cradled in your hand, almost pittful. She could almost feel sorry for you. But you would be treated as family by her own and she forgot all pity as the door to the carriage opened and you both stepped out into the walls of Winterfell, greeted by the Starks.