𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

Rains of Castemere [1]

Adaya stood proudly by Robb as they stood in the Twins' great hall for their uncle's wedding. Everyone turned and watched as Walder walked his daughter down the isle, her face covered by a piece of lace.

The two Freys stopped next to where Edmure was standing by the septon. Walder turned and removed the lace from Roslin's face, revealing her utter beauty and innocence to her new husband.

The girl quickly knelt down in front of Edmure as her father stepped away. "Lord Edmure, I hope I'm not a disappointment to you."

Edmure stood in a moment of shock before he came to his sense and helped Roslin to her feet. "You're a delight to me, my lady." This sentence caused the young girl to smile as the ceremony continued.

"Do you remember our own wedding?" Adaya whispered very softly to her husband so that only he could hear her.

A small smile appeared on Robb's face. "Like it was yesterday."

Soon after the wedding was over, the hall was filled with tables, drunken chatter and loud music, all of which only reminded Adaya more and more of her own wedding that seemed to have happened eternities ago.

Robb approached Adaya where she sat at the table alone, now that Lothar, who she had had a pleasant discussion with, had gone. "My mother is alone with Roose Bolton." The king said, nodding in the direction of the people in question. "I should rescue her."

"Your mother is in less need of a rescue than any woman I have ever met." Adaya said as she put a hand on her husband's shoulder. "She'll be alright, my love."

Robb nodded and was silent for a while before he finally asked the question Adaya had been dreading him to ask. "Where is Lyanna this evening?"

Adaya's heart broke slightly at the mention of her young daughter, but she kept her composer as to not worry Robb. "Talisa is watching her for the night. I didn't want her being in the midst of all the...drinking and crowds."

A sly smirk slowly grazed the king's lips. "Does that mean I have you all to myself tonight..?"

Adaya's mouth hung open in fake annoyance and she lifted her hand, forming a fist to playfully hit her husband when his own hand shot up and grabbed hers. "Striking your king is an act of treason."

The queen sighed and pulled her hand out of his gasp, leaning back in her chair. Before either of them could speak again, Lord Frey stood and shouted over the crowd.

"Your Grace." He said, causing everybody to start knocking on the tables before their lord hushed then again. "The Septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said and Lord Edmure has wrapped my daughter in a cloak. But they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath," He said, causing everyone to laugh softly. "And a wedding needs a bedding. What does my sire say?"

Robb slowly stood from his seat as everyone started knocking their cups on the tables, their shouting and cheering filling the room. "To bed! To bed! To bed!"

As Robb stood before the lord, the room went quiet once more. "If you think the time is right, Lord Walder, by all means, let us bed them."

His words caused chaos in the room as the men cheered and rushed to poor little Roslin, lifting her up above their heads as they carried her out into the hall, the women escorting Edmure just behind them.

Once the chaos had settled and the married couple was out of the hall, Adaya turned with a smile to her husband, standing up and walking to him. "Bring back any memories, my love?"

Robb smiled back at her. "Only the best ones." The king slowly lifted his hand and placed it over her slightly swollen stomach. "Boy or girl?"

Adaya's smiles seemed to grow slightly. "Talisa confirmed my suspicions." When Robb gave her a confused look, she continued. "It's a son. A little prince."

Robb's smile seemed to grow at her words as he leaned his forehead against hers gently. "What are you thinking on naming him?"

"Well, we said with our first child that we should name him Eddard..." Adaya said softly, causing Robb to lift his head again and looked at his wife. "And I think that still applies here."

Adaya smiled brightly as her husband leaned in and kissed her gently, unaware to the dangers around the room.