Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Robb Stark X Reader - Find Me

You could never bring yourself to explain what it was that had scared you so badly. She would have been so desperately mad at you for breaking the one rule she had so clearly set out for you. 

When you had first bled you had hidden it from your parents. The longer you could hide your ability to carry a child, the better chances your future husband had of surviving you. Perhaps, if you could hide it long enough, he would marry another and defy the destiny you had set out for him entirely. 

But soon enough, your chambermaid had discovered your bloodied linen, hidden at the bottom of an old, unused chest. Your mother had been ecstatic, you were old enough to wed, and to make her a grandmother.

It had taken a while to finally meet Robb. Your mother had been taken ill and had decided to send you off with your father when he marched to join the rest of the north in its fight against the Lannisters. He had been quick to introduce you to the King in the North, no matter how reluctant you had been. The woman had been right. He was smart and sweet, and whenever you watch him ride off for battle, he looked every part the warrior king she had described. And what was worse, you could still feel yourself falling for him, despite knowing the pain it would cause you.

"You seem distracted, My Lady." You smiled softly over at him, shrugging slightly as you continued to pet the nose of your horse.

"The mind can be a distracting place, Your Grace." He gave a small, if uncertain, nod, and you chuckled. "My father believes I spend far too much time thinking, and not nearly enough time doing."

Robb let out a small laugh as he moved to stand beside you, lifting a hand to run it down the horse's neck. "My father would probably say the opposite of me."

You snorted slightly, glancing over at him and pausing. He looked so perfect here, the low sun leaving him scruffy attempt at a beard looking like pure gold, and his smile set on his lips. "Your mother tells me that you intend to marry one of the Frey girls," you started softly, and his smile faded slightly. "You should."

His brow furrowed as he looked at you properly. There were tears brimming in your eyes and he reached out to take your hand in his. "I still have time to change my plans," you shook your head, but his free hand came up and cupped your cheek. "I would call off the wedding if you were to love me."

"Robb," you started, your hand moving to rest over the top of his. "We can't."

He shifted forward, his lips pressing so gently against yours that your breath caught in your throat. "Just answer me this, do you love me?"

You remained silent for a moment, your eyes locked with his. "Yes."

He moved as though he intended to kiss you again, but you wrenched yourself from his hold. "What on earth is the matter?"

"I cannot marry you," you wiped at your tears as you spoke, "I'm sorry, Robb."

You started away from him, reaching your tent as quickly as your feet would carry you. You had known that he would follow you, though you had hoped that he wouldn't. "I love you," he started when you finally stopped moving, standing in the middle of your tent.

"You shouldn't." 

"What on earth could be so bad that you would think it would stop me from loving you?" You shook your head, but he continued nonetheless. "There is nothing, to me you are perfect."

"Please," you uttered softly, but he shook his head, cutting you off. 

He seemed surprised when you sank to the floor, sobbing. "Y/N, I beg you, just tell me."

"The Witch," you cried out, soft sobs still escaping you as you shook. Robb moved forward, kneeling beside you. "When I was young, she told me that I would marry a King and that he would die."

"It doesn't matter." You gripped onto his hand as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "She was probably some washerwoman trying to scare you, My Love."

"No-" you almost choked on the word, "-she was real."

"Then I will die, whether I marry you or not." Your sobs died down, almost silent now as he pulled you closer to him, rocking you slightly. "Old Nan used to say that we cannot change destiny. The gods give us a path and we simply follow it."

You both sat in silence for a moment, your head cradled against his chest.

"I would rather die happy, having married you, than die miserably with some Frey girl."

*Time Skip*

You had been married for almost two months when you finally visited the Twins. Old Walder Frey was a sordid greying creature, with eyes that undressed you as you stood before him. It seemed that Robb could sense the discomfort ebbing from you, as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

"May I introduce my wife, Y/N Stark, Lord Frey." The old man nodded, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he leant forward, surveying you.

"A pretty one; much prettier than my daughters," he grumbled and you forced a smile onto your lips. "Am I to call her Queen?"

Robb tensed slightly, and you lowered your hand to his where it rested on your hip, taking his fingers between yours and giving them a light squeeze. "You are, My Lord," your husband answered.

It was almost impossible to feel at ease in the great hall of the Twins. It was as though every set of eyes in the room was fixed on you at every moment, and you felt a shift in the room as the evening went on. It wasn't until the doors were closed that you realised that the time had finally come. You reached out, gripping Robb's hand in your and drawing him closer to you. 

"Something's wrong," you told him softly, watching as his brows furrowed, following your gaze over the doorway. Armed guards blocked the only exit to the room. 

"It'll be okay," he uttered, leaning closer to you to press a gentle kiss to the side of your head. But you shook your head. 

You took deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself somewhat, but your grip on Robb never subsided. "The witch," you started, but you were cut off when Walder Frey began to speak.

That evening had been the most painful moment of your life. Watching on in horror as the Frey's murdered your husband and his mother. You had kicked and screamed as the guard took you to a cell. You knew what happened to women during wartime, you had always known, but you had never thought it would happen to you.

You wondered whether this was what had left the Witch so startled, seeing your child-like face on the body of a woman. Seeing that woman suffering at the hands of traitors; beaten, raped, and eventually, after they had grown bored of her, murdered. It was enough to disturb even the strongest women, you thought, as another of the men had his way with you.

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