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: Jon and (YN) find time alone hard to come by. And (YN) has her first brief encounter with Melisandre.
Series Warning: The series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it's not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader.
Series Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader
Chapter Warnings: None really, some angst, some fluff.
Word Count: 4342
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Running the brush through her long red hair, Sansa was grateful to finally be properly clean again. After arriving at Castle Black, she had just a couple of days respite before having to head back out for another long journey, this time to Mountinbreak. And as her eyes travelled across to the mattress on her bed, she prayed it was as comfortable as it looked, because before long she would be back sleeping in a tent somewhere along a road on the way to another northern house. As her gaze continued to travel around the room, she smiled, it was small and quaint... but it was lovely. In fact, both the grounds around Mountainbreak and the castle itself was beautiful, nothing about it was grand or stately. It was humble and welcoming and as rustic as it was, it held undeniable charm. And then there was Lord Angus...
Until today, Sansa had never met the current Lord of Mountainbreak, he stayed behind to run the household when his parents and (YN) travelled to Winterfell all those years ago. And just the thought of him brought warm colour to the surface of her porcelain skin. Much like his childhood home, the Lord of Mountainbreak was humble and rustic, certainly not polished and manicured like the many lords of the south. But unlike his beautiful home, there was nothing quaint about him, he was tall and broad and very powerful looking, with a mess of dark wavy hair that fell aimlessly around his handsome features. His deep blue eyes were kind, framed by thick dark lashes............. Sansa stopped and shook her head, taking a breath to clear to her thoughts, trying to avoid thinking about the Lord of Mountainbreak... tried not to think about his warm smile or deep soothing voice and his unpretentious charm that sent flutters around her chest. This was no time for such thoughts... but at the same time, she couldn't deny the strange feeling of relief she felt when there was no Lady standing by his side as he greeted them in the courtyard. Instead, to his side stood (YN) and even though the siblings carried many different features, their similarities were undeniable... and Sansa found it hard to believe they only shared a father. They were both very beautiful... no one could say otherwise, with identical sweet smiles and eyes that carried the same warmth and kindness... Yet, it was their hair that stood out most of all. Even though the colour differed, the hair itself was the same... wild and messy with a life of its own. But it suited them perfectly, and Sansa couldn't imagine it any other way.
A knock at her door dragged Sansa from her daydreams and a flutter from her chest... Lord Angus had insisted on escorting her down to the hall for dinner and she had to admit the very prospect of wrapping her arm around his, had her growing nervous with anticipation... but again, she tried not to think about that. Standing up, she ran her hands through her perfectly brushed hair, before brushing them down her front, wearing just a simple dress she had quickly sewn together in her short time Castle Black. Then taking a deep breath she made her way to the door a little too enthusiastically, feeling like a silly over-excited little girl. But waiting on the other side was (YN), looking stunning in a beautiful sapphire coloured dress, one she must have left behind before she travelled to Winterfell, all those years ago. Sansa's expression fell just a little, but it recovered quickly with a smile, her gaze drawn to (YN)'s arm beside her.
