Clarissa Baratheon is the first-born child of King Robert and Queen Cersei but she isn't like the other ladies in court. She wants to fight.
To travel.
And explore all of Westeros.
On her 15th nameday she finally gets permission to travel and her fi...
God, this girl must be a goddess, no one is that gorgeous. I thought, as I gazed down at the girl walking besides me. I wanted to impress her so badly and I wanted her to be mine. A little voice in the back of my head kept telling me that it would never work out since I am the heir to Winterfell and she is just a mere merchant's daughter, but I still wanted her to be mine. Not only was she the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes upon, she is also kind form what I can tell, and well-mannered and..... she can fight.
I love saving a damsel in the distress but seeing Clari fight made my heart ache in a completely new way. Of course, I knew of some women who fight but not a lot, so it was still a rare sight. She was just the essence of perfection.
Looking down at her again I saw her already staring at me with a concerned look on her face. "Robb, are you alright? You suddenly stopped talking in the middle of a sentence?" She was just adorable when she was worried.
She waved her hands in front of my face. Realizing I still hadn't answered her, I quickly spoke. "I'm terribly sorry, I got stuck in my own little world. What was I talking about?" I asked her, confused, as I could not recall at all what we had spoken about.
Instead of an answer she just started laughing, it was like heaven to more, I wanted to hear her laugh all the time. A look of realization came upon her face at her not so lady like manners. She quickly turned her laugh into a quiet giggle behind her hand. I couldn't help but smile even more.
"I believe you were talking about the history of Winterfell while explaining the different areas" Oh, right, that was what we were talking about. "Of course, as I was saying, this is the courtyard. You can actually see it from your temporary room over at the guest house. That means you can watch me beat all the other boys when I train"
Maybe if she saw me train, she would be impressed by my skills. "Could I train with you?" Clari asked. I couldn't help but laugh. When I looked at her, she wasn't laughing with me, instead she looked...angry. She took a defensive stand with her arms crossed in front of her. "What's so funny?" She asked with an angry tone.
I froze. Before I could even comprehend what, I meant to say the words had slipped right out of my mouth. "Well, cause you're a girl, and girls don't fight. They just need to help their husband and give him children."
That was defiantly not the right thing to day to her at that moment. "Fine, if that's what you think then you wouldn't mind sparring with me? After all I can't do anything else but serve my husband and give him children, right?". Once again, I had to laugh. "I do not wish to; I would simply hurt you"
The glare I received made me reconsider my words. If looks could kill I would be six feet under right now. Maybe she could fight, I saw her fight of those thieves, but how good could she be? "Don't be a chicken, Stark, fight me like a real man" I was surprisingly scared of her, but I could never let that show. I was supposed to be the brave lord that protected the fair maiden with all costs.
"If that's my ladies wish then so it shall be" She just scoffed at me and hurriedly scoured away. "Where are you going, my lady" I called out after her. She abruptly stopped and turned around, crossing her arms in front of her chest. It was hard to keep focus since she was pushing her bust out ever so slightly. "One, don't call me lady, and two, I was just going to get some proper training clothes so I could beat you" with that she walked swiftly to her room. Something about her demanding tone made me want her even more.
*short time skip*
I was waiting down at the training yard when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Turning around I was blessed with an angelic sight. There she stood, Clari, with tight leather pants, highlighting her amazing curves and a corset hugging her waist, with a plain white shirt which she somehow managed to make look breath taking. Her long hair was neatly weaved into a simply braid going down her back.
Snapping out of my trance I grabbed to training swords and handing her one. Not saying a word as I could not trust my voice. She quickly took a fighting stance and I did the same. I half-heartedly swung my sword at her, and she blocked it easily. "Don't go easy on me, Stark" she teased. "Wouldn't dream of it". Swinging my sword again I tried hitting her on the side, but she blocked my blow again. This continued for a while, me attacking and her easily blocking me. I was starting to get frustrated.
Charging right at her I lifted my sword above my head with both my hands knowing she wouldn't be able to block such a powerful blow. What I didn't expect was her slightly side stepping and sweeping her training swords at my legs making me tumble forwards into a pile of hay.
Rage filled me as I looked at her laughing. Normally I would consider this the sound of angels singing but my temper blinded me. She offered me her hand, but I swatted it away. Standing up angrily "You're lucky I let you win" she looked confused at me for a moment before anger clouded her eyes.
"As if. I won fair and square. If you can't handle it go cry to your mother" before I even though it through words poured out of my mouth. "You worthless girl, you know nothing about fighting, you're just a simple merchant's daughter but I am the future lord of Winterfell and I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT!" I shouted, getting out all the frustrations. "As you wish... almighty lord Robb" Clari did a simple court curtesy and walked away leaving me standing there pulling hay out of my hair while muttering angrily to myself.
Maybe I had overreacted, but I was the heir to Winterfell. What would the people not think if I let a merchant's daughter get the best of me. No, I couldn't let that happen.
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A/N: look who's not dead? Me! I am truly sorry for being inactive but I got so busy, with starting at my new school and I also got distracted trying ot be more active in my instagram GoT fan account ( arya.baratheon.stark if you wanna follow me ;-)
Also I got a new computer so I lost a lot of the work I had on my old one and I'm just going through a lot of personal sh*t on top of it all and my mental state is not the best. I know this is all excuses but I will truly try my best to update and you can always message me on instagram or on here to remind me to update. love you all!
