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Robb Stark // Awkward

The Stark family had tackled many issues in their lifetime; specifically, the conflict in Kings landing. However, with the help of your powerful house, they returned safely to the North.

You were currently sat with Sansa, stitching beautiful patterns into deep red silk whilst talking about serious matters she had encountered whilst betrothed to Joffrey.

“I was so stupid to believe his lies.” She scoffed making you increasingly become angry.

“Sansa Stark, that child will never hurt you again and if he even comes close to it, i will personally kill that bastard.” Before sansa could respond, your conversation was interrupted by Theon Greyjoy.

“Y/N. Lord Stark and your father wish to speak with you in the study.”

“Tell them it can wait.” You spat at the iron born, the two of you had never got along due to his prejudice and perverted attitude.

“It’s important. He said if you don’t come, to take you by force.” He smirked, hidden meanings laced within his words.

“Leave, i will make my own way.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” Theon retaliated.

“No but if you don’t listen to what Lady Y/N says, you’ll regret it.” A voice threatened from the doorway. Turning quickly, you spotted Robb Stark standing protectively next to you. An angry expression crossing his Tully features as he glared at his friend.

“Apologies Y/N, it appears our fathers have pressing issues they need to discuss with us. If you don’t mind, i would like to escort you there.” The Stark boy offered you his arm which you gladly took but not before kissing Sansa on the forehead as a goodbye.

Smiling cheekily, you bumped hips with Robb and whispered joyfully, “Lead they way my friend.”

“What?” Your question echoed as you attempted to grasp at sanity.

This was the single-most awkward situation ever known to man and by the look draped across Robbs face, he shared your feelings.

“You heard Lord Stark, Y/N. You and Robb shall marry before the next moon.” Your father held a proud expression, very similar to Eddards.

You were born into riches and nobility; providing you with a life almost as fine as royalty. However, due to your house’s humbling nature, the power you possessed was shared with the Starks.

“Father, can we at least discuss this?” Your newly betrothed pleaded, internally his heart was beating profusely however he had to match your disapproval in order to keep his dignity.

“It’s your duty to marry a woman of high stature. Lady Y/N is very beautiful, powerful and honourable. What’s there to discuss?” The rhetorical question held a tone discretely trying to silence the protest.

“But-”

“This is non-negotiable Robb.” Ned finished, nodding slightly in respect at you before exiting with your father.

The silence swarmed like a tide of anxiety on a mission to destroy your friendship. Hesitating slightly, you stood from your chair and moved across the room before gracefully sitting opposite Robb.

“Are you okay?” Your soft voice soothed the Stark like honey does a cough however he couldn’t warrant a response due to your beautiful eyes observing him.

“I’m in slight shock, my lady.” He managed to huskily reply.

The truth was, Robb had always wanted to marry you. Your kind nature was refreshing yet enticing, your laugh was almost as amazing as your jokes and your beauty matched your flawless body.

He was head over heels in love with you - to which the feelings were returned.

You had always been curious about the Stark, wondering how it would feel to lay with him in a s****l fashion and now, much to your surprise, that was soon to be granted.

“My father has taken a liking to your family Robb.” You mused, “Clearly our friendship wasn’t satisfactory, he needs our love to be bound by the gods.”

“But- Y/N… what about after?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Acting clueless was the only way to make this less embarrassing. At least, that’s what you thought.

“The bedding ceremony, our life together, ev-” he rambled before you cut him off.

“Stark, calm down. Let’s just tackle one thing at a time.” Your delicate hands grazed Robbs causing tingles to course through his body. “On the eve of our wedding, we will make love as man and wife.”

As those words slipped so naturally past your mouth, Robb tugged his lip between his teeth. A simple action. However it was something that made you tense with desire.

“About that, i wont do anything you’re not comfortable with. You are to be my wife and i will never pressure you into sex.”

“Robb you have never seen the s****l persona i am reserving for my husband. However, in light of recent events, you are the man i will marry.” You explained before concluding, “When i am your wife you have my complete consent to touch me, f**k me and love me in any way you please.”

The dirty context of your sentence made Robb groan slightly. You had both slowly moved towards each other throughout your conversation, so it was no shock that the Stark heard your quietly gasp in response to his sexy noise.

“As for the future?” He questioned, his breath becoming heavy as your stunning eyes glazed from excitement.

“We live happily ever after.” You giggled whilst breaking away from the tense vibe as a sly smile swept over your soft lips, “But until then, you remain nothing but a dear friend.”

Raising from your beautifully crafted chair, you winked seductively. This small moment of weakness would be sure to make young Robb feel awkwardly vulnerable but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the teasing power you held, proving that the magic between a woman’s legs could rule greater than words.

You glided towards the doors before gracefully exiting the room without looking back; a sultry smirk never leaving your face. It was safe to say you left Robb star struck, horny and putty in your hands however mainly…

You left him wanting more.