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bumblesimagines · 9 months

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Imagine:

Being the Frey girl betrothed to Robb Stark

Request: Yes or No

Did not intend for this to be long

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It was supposed to be the perfect day. Many little ladies dreamt of their weddings, dreamily wondering about their future husbands and the family they'd create together. Your dreams of the perfect wedding had been brief, crushed quickly under the boot of your father, Walder Frey, and you were forced to accept that you'd be marrying out of duty rather than true love.

There'd been some hope and a spark of relief when your sisters had rushed to your bedchambers, giddy and eager to speak of your betrothed: Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell. He had visited briefly and been allowed his pick of the litter, but when he provided no response, your father chose for him. You knew of the Starks of Winterfell. They were an honorable family and close as could be. And from the accounts of your sisters, Robb was a handsome man. Young, handsome, eyes blue as sapphires, pretty brown hair, and incredibly polite. You hadn't seen him as you'd been occupied the day of his visit, but everything your sisters told you filled you with glee. An honorable, kind husband who you'd surely fall in love with.

Or so you thought.

You'd been there when one of Walder's men had requested his time and spoke of Robb. The words that followed had sent you reeling, stomach twisting and heart shattering. Robb had a lover. A healer from Volantis named Talisa Maegyr. Your father's rage had been brief, calming when the man assured him Robb still planned on wedding you. He hadn't broken his promise to House Frey, and that had been enough for your father. You shouldn't have been surprised. Walder himself had fostered many bastards throughout his countless marriages.

"A man has needs." He'd said, curling his bony fingers around his ale and bringing it to his mouth. He cared little for the tears forming in your eyes. "I cannot fault him for that."

You spent the rest of the day weeping in your room with your sisters around you, murmuring comforts and trying to brighten your day.

"You'll be Lady Stark and Queen of the North soon, dear sister." One had attempted, a brush delicately going through your hair. "His mistress will be just that. A mistress."

But it hadn't been that. No, you wept because a mistress before the wedding had even been planned meant a loveless marriage where you'd have to battle for your husband's attention, battle to ensure you had his child first. You'd seen firsthand how much a loveless marriage affected a bride. Your father had many wives after the death of your own mother, each of them young and full of light that dimmed with each passing day until they were a hollow and empty shell. You wept for what could've been a happy future far from the grim place you called home.

But the sadness turned to bitterness and anger over night. The Stark's prided themselves on being loyal and honorable, sticking to their oaths and promises even if it meant putting their own happiness aside. Why couldn't Robb done that for you? Why had he taken a lover so quickly after the announcement of your incoming wedding? He hadn't cared about how shameful it would be for you. How humiliating. You'd be known as Lady (Y/N) of Winterfell, the woman who'd been cast aside before ever meeting her husband.

The wedding date had arrived sooner than later, something you loathed. You stared at the reflection in the mirror as both maids and kin tended to you. They brushed your hair, powdered your face, and tightened the wedding dress to your body while fawning over how beautiful of a wedding it'd be. They praised you at the end, gushing over how pretty of a bride you'd be. They hadn't thought to realize that Robb would be envisioning his little healer in your place when you walked down the isle.

You ensured to keep a stoic expression throughout the ceremony, not even mustering a smile for your husband when he lifted the veil and took in your appearance. His eyes, as pretty as described, had widened considerably and flickered over to the pews where his family sat. The ends of his mouth had quirked up into a smile and he muttered a soft 'my lady' before turning to the Septon. You would've scoffed if it weren't for the stare Walder gave you.

The ceremony went by in a breeze and you kept your stoic, cool composure, even when your father had lowly whispered for you to smile after being seated. He no longer had control over you. You relished in the thought. The only good thing that had allowed for you to have an appetite as Starks, Freys, and other allies celebrated. You spent most of the celebration searching for her until you noticed Catelyn Stark speaking with a young woman who stared at Robb hopelessly. Talisa, you presumed from the frankly exasperated look on Catelyn's face. She was pretty, you'd give him that.

"Are you feeling well?" Robb asked quietly and reached for your hand, delicately placing his over it and staring at you with knitted brows. You pulled your hand away swiftly and set it on your lap, eyes moving onto your beloved sisters to keep your emotions in check.

"No." You answered after a brief pause. Robb was handsome, incredibly so, but his presence alone irritated you. You had to act quick before the bedding ceremony took place, a tradition your father insisted on keeping alive. "I feel unwell, Lord Stark. I'm afraid I'll be retreating early."

"Shall I go with-"

Rising from your seat, you shook your head, still refusing to meet his eyes. "No, My Lord. That will not be necessary." You carefully lifted your dress and breezed past your father, ignoring the glare he speared into your back as you glided down the steps and toward the exit.

Slipping out into the familiar halls, you exhaled deeply and released your gown. It dragged along the stone floor, dark gray clashing with white. You itched to get out of it as soon as possible. The thought of burning it crossed your mind but it felt too childish, too improper of a lady.

"My Queen." A voice echoed down the hall and you halted. Queen of the North and Lady Stark of Winterfell. Right. Your new titles. No longer one of Walder's many overlooked daughters. You looked over your shoulder, spotting her auburn hair first, a signature trait of the Tully family. Catelyn Stark.

"My Lady." You greeted her, turning to face the older woman. She smiled sweetly, gazing at you with the warmth of a mother. Catelyn grew closer and took your hands into hers, smile turning into a shamed smile.

"I am deeply sorry for what my son has done." Her voice sounded sincere, full of guilt and shame. She shook her head. "I taught him better than that. He knows better than that. But rest assured, that woman will not cause problems for you."

You'd nearly forgotten. Eddard Stark had returned home from the war with a bastard son called Jon Snow and raised him as a trueborn alongside the rest of his children. You remembered the murmured rumors of how Catelyn detested him and had fostered a particular dislike for bastards. Perhaps that dislike extended to mistresses.

"She may share his bed, that is true. But he is my husband now, and as his wife, I have duties that I will not forget. I can assure you, Lady Stark, I will give your son an heir and do what needs to be done for House Stark to prosper, just as you have done these many years." Her eyes softened considerably, fingers lightly squeezing the palms of your hands.

"Oh, sweet child." Catelyn cooed gently and brought a hand to your cheek. You yearned for your mother's embrace, her soothing words. You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling. "You shall make a wonderful queen and a wonderful wife. I... I will ensure Robb does his duties as husband. You need not stress over Talisa."

"I appreciate it, Lady Stark. I'm afraid I'll be heading to my- our bedchambers for the rest of the night. Please assure everyone that I am well." You pulled your hands from hers and lowered your head in respect to the monarch before turning and resuming your walk down the hall.

Another deep breath and you reached the one of the many guest bedchambers. Most of your belongings had been packed up for you, likely already sitting in Robb's tent out on the field. You dismissed the servants that offered to help you ready for bed, only agreeing to have a warm bath drawn so you could relax after the day's events.

Slipping out of your wedding dress, you watched it slump on the cool floor and stepped out of your shoes. You released your hair and ran your fingers through it as you dipped one leg into the bath and then the other. The water dug into your skin, easing away at the tension in your muscles. A soft sigh of relief escaped past your lips, shoulders dipping below the surface. You leaned your head back against the wall of the tub, eyes fluttering shut and mind forgetting about the day.

You would've stayed in the tub for the rest of the night, even slept in it, if it hadn't been for the sound of the door creaking open. Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head, gazing down at the water as heavy boots stepped across the room. Robb passed by the tub, shedding his coat and draping it over a chair. You brought your knees up to your chest when he turned.

"I thought you would've been asleep by now." He spoke softly, undoing the buttons of his vest. "Are you feeling better?"

The consummation. You nearly grimaced. "No."

"Should I call for a maester?"

"It's likely nerves, My Lord."

"We're husband and wife now. You may call me Robb." He gave a boyish smile and you turned to look at the towel perfectly folded on the stool beside you. You reached for it and let it unravel outside of the tub, eyes jumping back to the Stark. Robb's fingers had paused on the last button, attention trained fully on you but when he noticed the icy look, he turned his back. You stood, the water sloshing around as you dried yourself and retrieved a nightgown.

"I would like to sleep in my old room tonight. It's likely the last time I'll see it."

"I'd like to believe that, (Y/N). But I am no fool. I am your husband, you may speak openly with me." Your jaw clenched at his words. He claimed to be no fool yet remained oblivious to your anger. "And I hope you'll grow comfortable enough to sleep at my side."

Picking up a candle, you lifted it to the lantern keeping the room lit and pulled away once the fire flickered onto the end of the wax. "I believe your lover would prefer otherwise, My Lord. I bid you goodnight."

He blinked. "(Y/N)-"

"I bid you goodnight."

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knownoking · 10 months

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i actually hate talisa maegyr. i think her whole plot with robb was so stupid. like in the books robb’s marriage with jeyne is this tragic situation that’s really a culmination of the stress and grief that robb has been going through and unable to truly process because he is a child trying to lead his people in a war. he gets injured and then learns that his former best friend has just betrayed him, captured his home, and killed both of his younger brothers which adds to growing list of loss in his life. his father got executed, his sisters are being held hostage, his best friend betrayed him, and now his brothers are dead. so while he’s injured and kind of being consumed by his grief, jeyne westerling is there to comfort him and they do the deed and this only makes things worse because of how robb was raised and instilled with his father’s honor, as well as seeing how jon was raised, robb feels compelled to marry jeyne to preserve HER honor which ends up being his downfall. but nooooo in the show robb falls in love with foreign beauty talisa maegyr and dies because he’s an idiot and couldn’t keep it in his pants. like don’t get me wrong i love robb’s scenes in the show richard madden call me i just think the story could have been so much better and been true to the tragedy that it is in the books.

#sorry for ranting #i’m very passionate about this #justice for robb stark #robb stark #talisa maegyr #jeyne westerling #game of thrones #asoiaf #richard madden #catelyn stark #ned stark #jon snow #bran stark #rickon stark #sansa stark #arya strak #house stark #oona chaplin

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greenalicent · 1 month

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TALISA MAEGYR in GAME OF THRONES — 3x02 "dark wings, dark words"

#game of thrones #gameofthronesdaily #gameofthronesedit #gotedit #tvedit #tvfilmsource #televisiongifs #talisa maegyr #talisa stark #gifs #my gifs #got 3x02

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westerosiladies · 1 year

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"Difficult Damsels" -Nikita Gill

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echos-muses · 2 months

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i want to infodump to someone SO BAD

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jonsaslove · 10 months

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#robb stark #jeyne westerling #talisa maegyr #margaery tyrell #myrcella baratheon #rhaenys targaryen #daenerys targaryen #theon greyjoy #mine #i think i got all the most popular ones lol?#honestly i find robb extremely shippable and dont mind any of these ships haha 😂 but im curious!#reblog for sample size please :)

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redrikki · 11 months

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In both the books and the show, Robb breaks his betrothal with a Frey girl to marry a bride of his choice with disastrous consequences. The brides, though, are very different women in very different circumstances. Those differences change our understanding of Robb’s character and storyline, and also play into both stories’ overall themes in very different ways.

In the books, Robb marries Jeyne Westerling, the oldest daughter of Gawen and Sybell Westerling. She’s gentle, sweet, and eager to please with a good heart and better hips. She’s pretty, but not beautiful. She’s not politically important or particularly accomplished. In short, she’s just some girl, loved by those who love her, but no one special.

They meet when Robb took her castle, killing at least one member of her household. He was wounded and she nursed him in her own bed. When he received the news his own castle had been conquered and his brothers were dead, she “comforted” him with sex. The next morning, he married her, feeling it was the only honorable thing to do after deflowering his maiden captive and possibly impregnating her. All of this happens “off screen” and is recounted to us after the fact by Robb as he tries to justify his behavior to his mom. His decision to marry her not only destroys his alliance with the Freys, it also places his new in-laws in grave danger from their former lord. The entirety of their courtship, from meeting to marriage takes place in less than a month.

In the show, Robb marries Talisa Maegyr, a foreigner from Volantis and she’s not like other girls. She’s a trained healer following Robb’s army and caring for soldiers on both sides. She’s plucky, witty, competent, compassionate, and independent. After a slave saved her brother’s life when she was twelve, she decided to never live in a slave state and to not waste her life on the activities of typical noblewomen.

They meet when Robb helps her as she amputates an enemy soldier’s foot. Afterward, she gives him a lecture about how his war is dumb. We watch their courtship play out over several episodes as they get to know each other and fall in love. We see as Catelyn reminds Robb of his existing obligations. He and Talisa repeatedly discuss his betrothal. Their initial sex scene takes place during a less emotionally charged moment. Robb doesn’t marry her immediately the next day. He discusses finding love in arranged marriages with his mom before ultimately deciding to marry Talisa in secret later that night. The exact timeline is unclear, but their courtship seems to take place over the course of several months.

The Robbs who marry these two women are very different people. Jeyne’s Robb is an impulsive, yet well-meaning teenager who did something dumb under intense stress and then made everything worse in an attempt to fix things. He has sex because he loves her and needs comfort, but he marries her because it’s the only honorable thing to do. This is consistent with his earlier characterization. He calls the banners in anger upon learning about his father’s arrest and then keeps doubling down on war in the hopes of a solution. He’s shown to be a lot like Catelyn with her tendency to make impulsive decisions (kidnapping Tyrion, freeing Jaime) and like Ned with his insistence on doing the right thing even if it’s not politically expedient.

The Robb who marries Talisa is a fundamentally less honorable and more selfish person. He knows it’s his duty to marry the Frey girl. He’s reminded of it and discusses it more than once. Despite this, he repeatedly seeks Talisa out. Their pre-sex conversation isn’t “comfort,” it’s all about how neither of them want him to marry his betrothed. He marries Talisa because she matters to him more than his oaths. He’s the king and he does what he wants. That he marries her initially in secret makes him seem dishonorable in addition to selfish.

Fundamentally, I think Jeyne is a more interesting character in the way that her circumstances play into some of the wider themes of the narrative. For example, the fact she starts out as Robb’s captive plays into the existing themes of captivity and consent seen with Sansa, Jeyne Poole, and Theon Greyjoy. The fact we don’t ever get Jeyne’s side of their courtship fascinates me. She clearly loves him by the end, but when did that start? Did she enthusiastically consent to sex, or just not say no to the king in her bed with an army outside her door? Did she even want to marry him? She said “I do” or the Westerosi equivalent, but so did Jeyne Poole and Sansa. Is coerced consent real consent? Is Robb even aware that it’s potentially even an issue? Everyone else in Westeros seems to think it’s a given that people are loyal and obedient to their captors, or at least should be.

The Westerling family as a whole, especially in terms of Lady Sybell, play into existing themes of trust and conflicting loyalties. Robb is repeatedly screwed over by people he assumed he could trust based on the assumption he holds their primary loyalty. Lysa, Theon, Catelyn, Karstark, Bolton, and Frey all knowingly betray him for their own ends, while Edmure inadvertently does. Everyone has their own agenda. Robb consistently fails to look for it and consistently pays the price. That his mother-in-law is also doing it is par for the course. The fact Sybell also betrays and alienates her daughter and inadvertently causes her oldest son’s death in the name of saving her family makes her a fun parallel to Catelyn.

Jeyne and her just-some-girlness also plays into the recurring theme that everyone matters. She doesn’t have to be a great beauty or politically important to shape history. Her honor as an enemy captive matters just as much to Robb as anyone else’s. By contrast, the fact that Talisa has to be a Cool Girl medical badass following armies to perform meatball surgery while sassing a king and denigrating conventional femininity in order to be seen as a worthy love interest certainly fits the show’s existing themes of how it treats female characters.

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#a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #robb stark #jeyne westerling #talisa maegyr #meta

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inncorrect-starklings · 1 year

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Talisa: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Robb: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Jon: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Val: True, you can be really difficult at times.

#incorrect got quotes #incorrect game of thrones #jon snow #robb stark #val the wildling princess #talisa maegyr #Robb x talisa #Jon x val

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bluemoon-nymph · 8 months

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The king now lies on a bed of stone. Without a crown, without a home.

#game of thrones #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones edit #jon snow edit #robb stark edit #king in the north #king robb #king jon #winterfell #talisa maegyr #the red wedding #the young wolf #the white wolf #robb x talisa

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shiesie · 8 months

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I have not watched the show, so I’m genuinely asking - how the hell did the GoT writers explain away why Talisa - the noble, wealthy, girl from a powerful family in Volantis - never had her family coming after her killers?

Like, the Volantine are a tempestuous, vicious sort of people at the best of times, and you expect me to believe that one of the accomplished, beauties of their city who had just married the King in the North and was pregnant with his child didn’t have her entire city howling at the gates of King’s Landing for the heads of the Freys?

I know they had their hands full with Dany later on, but it still makes no sense!!!

Talisa’s family logically would’ve wanted vengeance

#talisa maegyr #talisa stark #robb stark #got #asoiaf #my ramblings #volantis

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bumblesimagines · 5 months

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was any of it real?

i can't go on without you.

Robb Stark

was any of it real?

i can't go on without you.

pronouns: he/him, male

The tales of chivalry and romance you'd heard growing up never spoke about heartbreak. They never mentioned how it was to feel as if someone forced you into a tub full of ice and water or how it felt to feel your heart slowly shatter into pieces. Maybe if they'd mentioned the devastating ache of such a betrayal, you would've forced yourself to turn away from Robb Stark of Winterfell. You wouldn't have returned the kiss that fateful night by the godswood and you certainly wouldn't have continued to meet him in secret, away from lingering eyes and nosy ears. It'd been fun for a while. Sneaking around Winterfell, sharing knowing looks, stealing a quick kiss during the daytime.

And then the war came. And with it Talisa Maegyr.

It was hard to hate her. How could you when she hadn't known about the long romance between you and Robb? Talisa was beautiful with her sunkissed skin, long chestnut locks that cascaded down her back, and sweet eyes that soothed the injured she tended to. Despite her kind and gentle nature, she had a fiery tongue that you'd grown to be amused by. And apparently so had Robb. In fact, she'd amused him so much, he'd gone ahead and slept with her. The bitterness, anger, and cold betrayal you felt had solely been reserved for the so-called King in the North.

You carefully ran a wet rag over your bloodied sword, the cool dampness digging into your skin as the cloth changed from white to red. He'd been silent since the moment he'd entered your tent, lingering by the entrance with a look of deep shame. His mother, the beloved Catelyn Stark, had already given him an earful for sleeping with her, but the light scolding had turned into a long lecture when Talisa revealed she carried the result of their night together.

"What is it, Your Grace? You've been standing there an awful long time without saying anything." You murmured, watching the sword gleam in the light of the lantern. If it'd been anyone else, you would've been tempted to put the blade through their skin. But Robb was a Stark, a King, and the heir to Winterfell. Your family had sworn their loyalty to them and you'd be damned to break an oath over a foolish man.

"(Y/N), I swear by the Old Gods and-"

"That means nothing to me, not anymore. You said those same words by the godswood before we marched off to war when you claimed to harbor real love for me. Was any of it real? Or did you see me as a simple bedmate?" Your head snapped in his direction, voice low and full of fury ready to be unleashed. Robb's frown deepened and he stepped further into the tent.

"Of course it was real, (Y/N). I've loved you since we were children. The moment Lord Manderly brought you to Winterfell, I knew you were the only one I'd ever want."

"And yet, Talisa is expecting your child. I don't desire your love if it's so easily ignored the moment someone opens their legs for you." You spat and Robb dipped his head again, looking like the young boy you once cared for so deeply. Rising from the bed, you slid the sword back into its sheath and set it aside. "House Manderly has been indebted to the Starks for many years. Ned Stark had been like a father to me. I fight this war for him and the injustice he faced at the hands of the Lannisters. I'll continue fighting with you, but not for you anymore. Perhaps this is a sign to accept Father's marriage proposal to Jeyne Westerling."

At the mention of marriage, Robb's head shot up, his blue eyes widening into saucers and filling you with some satisfaction. "What? Why was I not made aware of this proposal?"

"Why was I not made aware of you sleeping with Talisa until now?"

"Because I can't go on without you, (Y/N). It was a mistake. I never should've allowed it to happen-"

"It happened, Robb. You're no longer a boy. You're a king. It's time to face reality and start behaving like one. You can start by marrying Talisa and saving her from shame... and by forgetting about us."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones x male reader #game of thrones x you #game of thrones x y/n #got x reader #got x you #got x male reader #robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark x male reader #robb stark x y/n #robb stark x you #talisa maegyr

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luvinescent · 4 months

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if Theon never betrayed Robb and stayed with him and along the way they still somewhat meet Talisa i feel like he def would’ve been that TikTok sound that goes “lord have mercy we MUST stay FOCUS brothers!”

#Robb stark #theon greyjoy #talisa maegyr

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kaitlinj16 · 1 year

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Game of Thrones | Character Deaths

*personal saddest for me*

NED STARK ~ 1.01-1.09

YGRITTE ~ 2.06 - 4.09

OBERYN MARTELL ~ 4.01 - 4.08

ROBB STARK ~ 1.01 - 3.09

TALISA MAEGYR ~ 2.04 - 3.09

DAENERYS TARGARYEN ~ 1.01 - 8.06

JOJEN REED ~ 3.02 - 4.10

MARGAERY TYRELL ~ 2.03 - 6.10

SHIREEN BARATHEON ~ 3.05 - 5.09

💔💔💔

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threadingspells · 3 days

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Moodboard: Talisa Maegyr

Game of Thrones S3E2: Dark Wings, Dark Words, S3E3: Walk of Punishment, S2E8: The Prince of Winterfell Dresses: Aganovich Fall 2016, Dior Spring 2023, Valentino Spring 2015, Ulyana Sergeenko Fall 2013

#game of thrones #got #talisa maegyr #talisa stark #house stark #asoif/got #asoiaf #fashion #aganovich #dior #christian dior #valentino #ulyana sergeenko #oona chaplin

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samieree · 8 months

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Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter II "War in the south"

Chapter III "Silver-haired"

She hadn't seen so much green in so long. Forests, meadows... Everything was green, life was blooming there, while behind the wall it was always cold and white because of snow. On the one hand, she missed it a bit - she remembered that when she put on white clothes and went out into the blizzard, it was hard to see her at first through her blond hair. Here... She had a hard time even seeing anyone with light blonde hair.

She was sitting by the fire with a few men and Talisa, with whom she had become acquainted recently.

"Volantis is far away... Why did you leave your homeland?" Amy asked, turning a little to one side on the stump they were sitting on.

"And you?" She replied with a slight raised eyebrow. "It's a bit of a long story, I don't think you'd like to hear it..." Talisa said after a minute of silence.

"Any story can be shortened." Silver-haired noticed.

"If it hadn't been for one of the slaves who risked his life, my brother wouldn't be alive for a long time... I just find it impossible to live in a city that lives on slaves now. I'd rather be useful than sit around and plan parties." She shrugged at the end.

"I understand you... I really do. My mother got used to this easy kind of life, I can't..." She said, glancing slightly at Talisa, who was leaning over slightly as she wrote a letter. "Is it Valyrian?"

"Do you know this language?"

"Yes, I learned it when I was young." Amy smiled slightly, straightening up.

"And what are you from...?"

"My Ladies?" they heard behind them and Talisa didn't end her question.

Amy sighed with relief at that, because she didn't have to explain anything about her family to Talisa or lie to her. Well, and completely beyond all that, she wasn't exactly Lady... at least according to the etiquette she knew.

Princesses aren't Ladies, are they?

"Is it that easy to find us, Your Grace?" Amy asked, turning slightly to the man and tilting her head slightly.

"From what I've noticed, I have only one person here with such fair hair, so you're not hard to spot, my Lady."

"How can you be sure that we are Ladies, Your Grace?" Talisa rose from the trunk and stepped out from behind it, holding the folded letter she was writing in her hands. "For instance, I don't quite understand your etiquette."

"It's a little complicated, but it makes it clear that every noble woman is a Lady, or so the Maester explained it once." He said. "Except for the Queen... and the Princesses, but I can check that."

"What makes you think we're of noble birth? From the same place as thought that we are sisters?" She gestured towards the blonde.

"It's obvious." He said confidently, looking quickly at their entire silhouettes.

"What if I said my father was a shopkeeper and we all lived above the shop?" Talisa asked, stepping a little closer to Robb.

"I would say you're lying."

"A woman of noble birth?"

"You also need to know how to lie, Talisa." The fair-haired girl finally said, getting up from behind the trunk. "But you can't be good at everything."

"I thought I was a good liar..." She said quietly, glancing slightly to the side and stepping back.

"You are better at taking care of the wounded." Robb said as Talisa retreated a little more to her new friend. "Stay with us."

"To be a sensation with my hair?" Amy said, tossing some of her hair from her back to her right shoulder.

"I assure you that nothing bad will happen to you, and your help will certainly come in handy."

"After all, I love cutting legs off..." Talisa sighed, half in jest and half ironically, and sat back down on the trunk to go back to writing her letter.

"I'm sorry, I think she's still going through all this..." Amy said, glancing over her shoulder for a moment to see Talisa sitting on the stump. "It's nice here..." She looked around a little. "Will we stay here for long?"

"I can't tell you." She raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You think I'm a spy?" Amy asked, tilting her head slightly. "Yes, because I'm actually a Lannister, and that's why I have light hair. I need to write them a letter quickly, don't you have some ink?" He said, cutting him off before he could say anything more.

She said it in a rather joking tone, making the boy smile as he shook his head slightly as he listened to her words.

In fact, the area where they happened to be staying was beautiful. Especially for a person who grew up in virtually all white lands. Although, as they say, winter is still coming...

"Am I right?" He asked, switching to another topic.

"About...?"

"Your origin." She bit her lower lip for a moment, looking away for a long moment.

"Yes, I am of noble birth." She replied, smiling softly at him. "And not a Lannister at all." They both laughed when someone clears their throat next to them.

"Excuse me." He smiled at her, taking her hand lightly and placing a kiss on the top of it before turning and walking to his mother. "Hello, mother." He hugged her and she immediately hugged back. Then she looked questioningly at the fair-haired, waiting for some words of explanation from her son. "This is Lady Amalthea..."

"Igaren." She finished when she saw how the man got stuck on her last name. "Lady Stark..." She also nodded her head.

It might not have been her real surname, but it was better than any other lie. She thought it was the least known because nobody used it anymore after this family went extinct. She hoped that nobody would recognize it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your house." Said Lady Stark.

"That's alright. Most people don't know it." Amy smiled gently, nodding her head slightly and was about to leave when Robb stopped her for a moment.

"I know, but perhaps..."

"Robb." His mother interrupted him, pulling him aside a little.

"Your Grace, Lady." The girl nodded to them again and walked away to sit with Talisa, while Catelyn began talking to her son.

As soon as Amy got back to Talisa, she nudged her slightly in the side, looking at her meaningfully.

"What?" Amy asked directly.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head that you didn't see how he is looking at you?" Amalthea rolled her eyes at these words. "And it wasn't about the hair at all."

"Does everyone have to pick on my hair?" She asked, wanting to change the subject a bit. She ran her hand through her hair lightly and tossed it all over one shoulder to tie it into a braid.

"I have nothing against them, they're pretty." Talisa shrugged. "But apart from leading some people to their deaths, he's not bad either..." Amy laughed at all this. "Don't laugh at me! Previously, all I had heard was that people from the north are all hairy and stinky, and now I know that it's not that bad."

"If you said otherwise, I'd be personally offended."

"If it's any consolation, you don't stink and you're not hairy." They laughed again.

At a similar time, Robb was talking to his mother nearby. Among other things, about the result of her departure for negotiations with Renly Baratheon, but later the topic, due to Catelyn's fault, went on... A slightly different direction. Quite different.

"I am not blind. I see you looking at her." She said a bit nervously.

"But mother..."

"No. You are promised to another. A debt that must be paid. You have inherited your father's responsibilities. I'm afraid they come at a cost. The promise must be fulfilled, or else what will be your image as a ruler? What will Walder Frey do?" She said, flooding him with all those sentences quickly, still walking next to him.

"And I will fulfill this promise. But that word does not forbid me from talking to women." He explained calmly.

"I told you I'm not blind! I've seen that look many times! You suddenly felt a need for something exotic? Will you destroy your honor for a lock of silver hair?!"

"My honor is not in danger! Enough of this ridiculous argue." He interrupted her not only with a word, but also with a gesture of his hand.

He was fed up with his mother's fantasies. After all, how many words filled with such bitterness can you listen to?

"I'm your mother. I have known you since you were born. And when I see you with a pretty woman, probably from a good family, I know... I know what's on your mind, even If it could ruin your life." He sighed heavily at his mother's words.

"No one will ruin my life, I assure you. You'd better rest after your journey while I look around the camp." He said, and without waiting for any response from her, he walked away among the tents.

Thus leaving his mother alone, who only turned and looked at the laughing girls sitting by the fire.

-> Chapter IV "News are various" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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A Song of Ice & Fire Fic Masterpost

Second Verse - Theon Greyjoy leaps from Winterfell's walls and ends up in his past. Can he save the Starks from themselves? More importantly, does he even want to? (Theon Greyjoy, Jory Cassel, Stark Family)

Little Bit Louder, Little Bit Worse - Sequel to Second Verse. In a world where the War of the Five Kings goes very differently, Asha Greyjoy sails north to retrieve her brother.

The Return - Robb sends Theon home to Pyke. If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. (Asha Greyjoy, Balon Greyjoy)

The Headsman - When the order came, Ned sent two men to seize and bind Theon Greyjoy and another to prepare the block. The gods would know Balon Greyjoy for a kinslayer, but it would be Ned Stark swinging the sword so what did that make him? (Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Theon Greyjoy)

Hey, Brother - “My sons will be your new brothers,” Lord Stark promised Theon, but it was a bit more complicated than that. (Theon Greyjoy, Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow)

Every Captain A King - Young Theon Greyjoy is made a hostage of Dragonstone. When Davos Seaworth finds him crying behind the water casks, he can't resist playing the father. (Davos Seaworth, Theon Greyjoy)

Somewhere on the Dark - The night after witnessing his first execution, a nightmare drives Robb from his bed. Somewhere in the dark, he stumbles across Theon. (Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy)

Skinchangers: A Definitive History - Selected experts from the book Skinchangers: A Definitive History by Maester Germ, being the definitive work on the nature of the art and its role in the history of Westeros from the Dawn Age through the Age of Exploration. (Worldbuilding, OCs)

Words Are Wind - Collection of three-sentence stories. (Asha Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Jeyne Poole, Catelyn Stark)

A Meta of Ice & Fire

Why Ned would execute Theon

Bully Theon? Canon vs. Fanon

Westerosi and Medieval European Hostages: A Comparison

Comparing Robb's book & show love interests

#fandom masterlist #a song of ice and fire #my fic #theon greyjoy #asha greyjoy #ned stark #robb stark #davos seaworth #jeyne poole #jeyne westerling #talisa maegyr

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