Starts as a Robb Stark x Reader Chapter Series.
The reader is a young northern lady from a small house, about as far north in Westeros as you can get, her father is a good friend of Eddard and they are loyal to House Stark. Where will her life lead...
Summary: A multi-chapter GoT x Reader series.Stannis and his army leave Castle Black, heading to Winterfell and into battle with House Bolton. Meanwhile, Jon and (YN) prepare for their trip to Hardhome.
Series Warning: The series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it's not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader.
Pairings so far: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader??
Chapter Warnings: Angst and fluff.
Word Count: 4194
A/N: This was another difficult chapter to write, I've been struggling lately. I hope it doesn't show.
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A/N: I never understood why Jon never knew about Sansa marrying Ramsay, but I'm going with that storyline here. It just works better, which is why they probably did it in the show.
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There was no sound. Not a single noise. Not a whisper of wind or the tiniest trickle from the stream beside her. Nor did (YN) feel the warm sun fall upon her cheeks or smell the sweet wildflowers that bloomed at her feet. Nothing. Nothing but perfect silence and the glorious sensation of Robb's heart rhythmically beating against hers as he encased her securely in his strong and loving arms. Robb too was silent, his smile left no need for words, his adoring blue eyes exploring every corner, every curve of her face as if it was the most perfect thing in the world. The silence was beautiful, yet the urge to place her ear against Robb's chest soon became overwhelming, needing to not only feel but hear every precious drum of his heart.
Closing her eyes (YN) nestled her ear upon his tunic and smiled. There it was... the magnificent thump, thump, thump sounding throughout his chest. Never had a sound given her so much joy and comfort, yet it only now amplified her need to hear his voice, to hear him whisper sweet words of love against her ear. Lifting her head, she rested her arms upon his shoulders, her fingertips finding their home amongst his auburn curls. With a tender smile, he lowered his lips to her ear, the tickle of his soft whiskers and the warmth of his breath sending pleasing shivers across her neck. Then came the small intake of air one would take before speaking, the sound travelling across her ear bringing anticipation for his words.
Yet, Robb's words never came, nor did the blissful silence return, or the precious thump, thump, thump of his beating heart. Nor did she notice the warm sun and wildflowers turn to dust around her, leaving her standing amongst a heavy mist of dark suffocating clouds. Instead, she heard a strangled gurgle as Robb coughed up blood, the deep ruby liquid streaming from the corner of his mouth, his arms and eyes trying desperately to warn her of something lurking behind. But she could not turn around, her feet only staggering a step backwards as her horrified eyes lay fixed to the distressing sight before her. One of Lord Roose Bolton standing behind her beloved, his expression wicked and taunting as he twisted the dagger that pieced Robb through. The glint of the razor-sharp tip catching the light as it exited his chest.
