Of Roses and Reckoning |R.S.|

In halls where shadows weave with gold,
And whispered secrets dare to breathe,
A maiden's eyes, both sharp and cold,
Mark those who stumble, those who seethe.

A wolf of Winterfell, loyal, true,
Meets fire and silk in the gilded gloom.
Together they stand, or fall to rue,
In the reach of roses, a reckoning looms.

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In the glittering courts of King's Landing, Lady Aeynne is a vision of beauty, wit, and perilous charm. A ward of Queen Cersei, she navigates a world of whispered secrets, veiled threats, and subtle games, where even a glance can be dangerous and every smile carries hidden meaning. Admirers fall as easily to her laughter as to her cunning, yet few can guess the true depths beneath her alluring gaze.

Far to the north, Robb of Winterfell carries the honor and loyalty of his family, yet finds himself drawn into a courtly world of intrigue he scarcely understands. When fate draws them together, Aeynne and Robb must rely on each other-and the strength of the North's bonds-to survive the treacherous dance of power, desire, and survival. In the reach of roses, a reckoning awaits, and in King's Landing, even a whisper can be deadly.

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Robb Stark x Fem!OC
Mature
Incomplete

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