If I Were To Have A Threesome, I Want It To Be With None Other Than With These Two

If I were to have a threesome, I want it to be with none other than with these two

Okay but imagine a match between Robb and Margaery

what kind of match are we talking 👀

my otp for real WE COULDVE HAD IT ALL

Gods, nothing beats waking up and reading how dark!Jace’s monster cock takes me so I wouldn’t be stuck with Aemond’s

"Covenant" - Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader

a/n: request from @dreamfyre03 which is also a bday gift for @elaratyrell hehe. i had a bit of writer's block with this one so hopefully y'all still enjoy! 🩷

Summary: You and Jace struggle to come to terms with your betrothal to another.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, slightly dark!jace, loss of virginity, size kink, breeding kink, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, jealousy

Word Count: 2,350 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When your mother gave birth to twins, it was a cause for celebration - the birth of the twin dragons, the future king and queen of Westeros. After all, it was fate, was it not? That one was a boy and one was a girl? You and Jace would rule the realm together one day. That is what you had been told since your childhood. You cared little for titles and even less for responsibility, but Jace took his duty to the realm - and most of all to you - quite seriously.

The petition regarding Luke’s inheritance and returning to King’s Landing is a daunting prospect. But, you and Jace are dragons. You ought not to fear coming back to the place that will be your home once more when he takes the throne. Deciding to spend some time reminiscing about your youth in the capital, Jace suggests that the two of you go to the old training yard.

“Perhaps we might even spar, dear sister,” he teases, brown eyes dancing with mischief.

You scoff, taking his arm with a grin, “Or perhaps I could spare you the embarrassment of losing to me yet again, brother dearest.”

He nudges his elbow against your ribs, the two of you dissolving into a fit of laughter. However, that begins to die out the closer you get to the training yard and your eyes find another figure. Tall, handsome, lean with long blond hair, fighting with all the skill of a warrior. Jace knows who it is immediately when he sees the eyepatch. That scar. His memories of that fateful night at Driftmark come flooding back as he turns to you, seeing the way you stare, quietly admiring the man before you.

“Is that Aemond? He looks so different…”

Realizing what it is behind your eyes, Jace frowns slightly, “What are you admiring him for, sister?”

“I’m not admiring! I was just taken by surprise is all,” you protest, feeling Jace’s suspicious gaze on you, “I was… Taller than he was when we last met. And his hair is longer. And his features are sharper…” He hates the way you trail off, an almost dreamy tone to your voice as you muse, “He has changed.”

Jace moves to block your view of Aemond, staring down at you, his jaw set, “I have changed as well, and yet you do not look upon me with those eyes. Do you… Do you still have feelings for him?”

You look up at him, lips parted in surprise, regretting ever having admitted your fleeting childhood fancy for your uncle, “Jace, why would you even ask that? You know you are the most important person in the world to me! You’re my twin, my other half. There is no one in this world I love more than you. Perhaps I fancied Aemond once. But that’s all it was. What we have is something so much deeper. Something no one except us can ever understand.” You pause before speaking softly, taking his hands in your own, “I cannot forget nor forgive how he spoke of Ser Harwin that night. After we had just lost him. He does not have your kindness. Your goodness.”

Assuaged by your words, Jace calms. After all, you have never given him any reason to doubt you save for this fleeting moment. You indeed are the other half of his heart. And with that said, he realizes he needs to trust in you. So, he gives Aemond a curt nod as he approaches the two of you, that blue eye of his taking you in, a sly smile curling on his lips that Jace wants to slap off as he kisses your hand.

Aemond stares at you all through the hearing, his gaze only leaving you when Daemon moves to protect your mother’s honor. Jace despises it. He hates the way Aemond stares at you. Aemond could never love you the way Jace does, never understand you. He will always think of you and your brothers as lesser than, never fully accept you.

Your world comes crashing down around the two of you at dinner at your mother’s words, the way she smiles at the queen, her childhood friend, announcing that you are to marry Aemond as a way to heal the rift between the two factions of your family. You turn to Jace, shocked.

The news hits him like a ton of bricks, the jealousy he felt earlier now increased tenfold as he mumbles, “That can’t be true. Not after all this time. Not after allowing us to believe…”

You move closer to him, grasping his tunic desperately, and Jace’s arms wrap around you to comfort you, refusing to allow you to leave his sight as you whisper, “This is some cruel jest, right, Jace? Mother wouldn’t do this to us… She wouldn’t take us away from each other. She knows I could never survive without you…”

“Nor I without you,” Jace agrees, “I… All our plans… It makes no sense. They cannot do this to us…”

But they can. And they do. Jace watches with bitterness as you dance with Aemond. He hates the way he looks at you, the sadness on your face. Jace wants nothing more than to rip you away from Aemond, to take you in his arms and kiss you, to remind everyone present that it is he who has your heart. You meet Jace’s gaze, a hopeless expression on your face as you continue dancing, wondering how in the world this situation came to be.

It is the hour of the eel when he comes to you, through the secret passageways you once used to hide in as children. You usher Jace into your chambers, whispering frantically.

“Did anyone see you?”

He shakes his head, taking you in his arms, “No one saw me.” Jace looks you over for a long moment, admiring how beautiful you look in the dim candlelight of your room, dressed in only your thin white nightgown. He clears his throat before asking the question he has been dreading all evening, “Did… Did he…”

“We only danced,” you assure him, “I was meant to be yours… How could this happen?”

“Oh, I think I know full well how it happened,” he replies, bitterness coloring his tone as he recalls the way Aemond gazed into your eyes all through dinner.

Your jaw drops, “Jacaerys, you surely cannot think that I wanted this?”

He remains silent for a few moments, and though he knows there is no reason for you to have wanted this, his jealousy grows and he lets out a low snarl, “How am I meant to know when all I can see when I close my eyes is your arms wrapped around him as you let him waltz you around the room? As you barely were able to look at me? Me, the man who loves you!”

“It was for our family’s benefit!” You try to reason, glaring up at him, “How can you be so kind in one moment and so cruel in the next?”

“So,” Jace scoffs, “He is allowed to take that kind of liberty with you, simply for the sake of mending a rift?”

Jace can see the way you falter, hear the hesitation in your voice as you reply, “Our duty first and foremost is to the realm and its stability. To our family’s dynasty. If marrying him is what is right for our kingdom, then I shall do as I must.”

His voice is a low whisper as he moves to cup your face in his hands, fingers tracing the contours of your cheeks, his thumb resting on your lower lip, “And what of our duty to each other?”

As he says it, you can see something in his normally sweet brown-eyed gaze that you never have before. A darkness. Anger. Possessiveness. Jealousy. All of it swirls inside him. The need to make you his, to keep you with him. Your breath catches in your throat as he tugs you up against him, your chest pressed flush to his, his nose brushing against yours. He cannot contain himself any longer.

“Jace? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The look that passes between you two is heated before Jace finally lets his lips come crashing down onto yours. It is far from the first time he has kissed you but there’s something almost primal behind this kiss, far from the innocent kisses of your youth. Your hands thread through his curls as you return the kiss, confused but enjoying the way his lips move against your own.

“You belong to me,” Jace murmurs, “And I won’t let him take you from me. If I have to sully your innocence to keep you by my side, I will. If it makes me a monster, then I am.”

There is a hard edge to his voice, as if talking him down will be impossible, but to his surprise, you merely nod your head in agreement, “If you take my maidenhead, Mother will have no choice but to forget this foolishness.”

The hunger in Jace’s kiss is palpable, an almost feral edge to him as he pins you down to the bed, your clothes and his being thrown to the floor in a flurry of movement. There is only one thought in both of your minds. Jace admires you, the curves of your body, every scar, every freckle, every dimple. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life. And all he wishes to do is worship your body, to hold you forever, to keep you by his side. His fingers trace your cunny, feeling the wetness between your thighs before pushing inside of you, a smirk on his face at the gasp you let out.

Jace begins moving his fingers slowly, reveling in every breathy moan of his name that escapes your lips, the way you look up at him with your eyes so full of love, so full of need. All he can think of is you. His entire world revolves around you, your pleasure, your love. Jace curves his fingers ever so slightly, making you whimper softly, hips bucking up as he presses his thumb against your swollen pearl, fingers moving faster and faster. You squeeze around him impossibly tight as you reach your peak, your toes curling as you cry out Jace’s name, your body shuddering with pleasure as he continues his ministrations through your climax. Jace seems to have no intention of stopping, bringing you to your peak not once but twice more.

“I need to make sure this doesn’t hurt you,” he explains, pressing a kiss to your brow, listening to the sigh of contentment you let out at his touch, “Want this to be perfect for you.”

“It’s with you,” you reply gently, your hand resting on his cheek, beaming up at him as he leans into your touch, “How could it be anything but?”

Jace lets out a low groan of pleasure as he finally joins his body with yours, his cock slowly pushing inside you. His hands grasp yours, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you need to assuage the initial discomfort you feel. He’s so big that you wonder if he’ll truly be able to fit inside you. But you should not have doubted it. He waits for you to relax before sheathing himself to the hilt, your warmth enveloping him as he captures your lips in another kiss. He begins rocking his hips against yours, his breath hot against your lips, your fingers tangled in his curls as your legs wrap around him, taking him in even deeper.

“You will be the most beautiful queen the Seven Kingdoms have ever had.”

You moan softly before pulling Jace into another kiss, whispering between breaths, “They will say no queen ever loved her king the way I love you.”

Your words are nearly enough to send Jace over the edge, any self restraint within him dying as he begins rutting against you desperately, the fat head of his cock bullying against that spot deep inside you that has you begging for more. You reach your peak before Jace does, and he continues, his hands moving to your hips, holding you in place as he snaps his own against yours, driven by one thought and one thought alone.

Filling you with his seed, watching you grow round with his heir, wanting the entire world to know that it is him you belong to and not Aemond. He fucks into you with a zeal that has your eyes rolling back, hot white ropes of his spend coating your insides as he gives you everything he has, his thrusts slowing. He remains inside you for a long moment, curls falling in his face, matted to his forehead, as your eyes meet his. And when Jace finally pulls out of you, his fingers push whatever leaks out back in, not wanting to take any chances.

And you seem perfectly content with that. The two of you hold each other close, feeling like this night has been the culmination of everything that you ever wanted.

The following morning, Jace tosses the bedsheet at his mother’s feet, fire in his eyes, his jaw set with determination as she stares at it in horror, the pristine white fabric marred by the evidence of your loss of innocence. Helaena looks at the two of you, surprised, while Aegon gives Jace an almost… Impressed nod. Aemond looks furious, of course, his bride having been ripped from him, the Lord Hand announcing that you and Jace must be married at once.

And as you kiss your dearest twin in the sept, his arms wrapped around you, his cloak around your shoulders, your life forever tied to his…

You cannot help but think that this is how it was all meant to happen.

As for Jace? Everyone knows that a dragon protects its treasure. And no treasure could ever be more precious to the future king than his queen to be.

Here’s a sneak peek to the dark Robb Stark x Reader fic I’m writing!

TW: MDNI 18+, blood, gore, graphic violence, forced abortion

With nothing left to stop you, you took your dagger and stabbed it into her body. Dragging the blade until her insides were spilling out into your hands, you dug your find to find the child. Her screams howled louder than any beast at night, and you were almost worried that her wails would give away your position. But all those worries went away when you tore the fetus from her womb. Pouring water on it, you found tiny wisps of hair…straight, blond wisps of hair that more resembled the color of golden wheat than Robb’s dark, russet curls.

Let me know if you’re interested!!!

Dipperrrrrrr 🥹🥹🥹

Our children are so sweet here, only to grow up so traumatized 😭😭😭

Let’s be real, Robb had some spoiled moments, he’s the heir and firstborn, no way he wasn’t

@dipperscavern & i were gushing over our child aka second in command!reader, akaa doe, and as a parent, I felt the need to contribute

second in command!reader who is Jory Cassel's baby sister and whose mother died giving birth to her the same year as Robb Stark in 281 AC

second in command!reader who became Jory Cassel's whole world when he was only 8 years old - even more so when he learned from his Uncle Rodrik that his father died at the end of Robert's Rebellion at the Tower of Joy

second in command!reader who grew up completely and wholly loved and protected because she had her big brother Jory to look after and protect her

her first word was a swear word because her Uncle Rodrik stubbed his toe that one time when she was only a few months old and her first word was the 'f-bomb'

mother, father, brother - whatever his little doe of a sister needed him to be, he did that for her because she was his baby sister, and he loved her more than he loved anything ever

she got picked on for not having a mother or father, and sometimes there would be mean people who said she killed their mother and Jory actually hated her and only pretended to love her

when she cried to Jory about this, she asked him if he ever hated her because she killed their mother

she is crying so much at how her beloved brother's face drops and she starts to believe that those mean people were right - until Jory takes her little hands in his and tells her with such a serious expression that he’s never loved anyone so much after meeting them for the first time

second in command!reader who Robb Stark had been in love with since he first laid eyes on her even though he never realized it and since they were babies, he would cry so loudly if she wasn't in his line of sight

second in command!reader who grew up with Robb and Jon at winterfell, and who was a spitfire with more audacity than a wildling from the moment she took her first steps

second in command!reader who was the little darling doe at winterfell with Sansa because she's the oldest girl and Ned Stark's boys would follow her until they reached the ends of the earth

second in command!reader who had Ned Stark's boys totally wrapped around her finger, and these three got into the most insane situations because little doe was an unhinged child

the trio became a squad when her brother came back after fighting in the Greyjoy Rebellion and Theon Greyjoy was taken as a hostage to winterfell

the squad became even more unhinged and insane because baby doe doesn't believe in subtlety and was the one who needed to be held back when a fight was about to begin

her nickname became baby doe because once she started walking, she very quickly took to running, and like a baby doe, there needed to be an entire searching party to look for her if it took too long for her to get back

ever since they were kids, Robb Stark would want two people to sit next to him during meals at the Great Hall: Jon and his Doe

so when Theon Greyjoy came to winterfell, he was nice to the boy because he was glad to have another friend, but he was NOT a fan at how his Doe kept sitting next to the boy now

but he supposed it would be okay because then doe came running toward him all excited and happy and adorable when she started spouting how she got her brother to agree to be a brother to Theon

if Jory became Theon's brother, then Theon would be doe's brother

brothers and sisters can't marry or fall in love, at least not in the way of the old gods, meaning that Theon and doe would never marry

Robb's mood was much better since then, much to the confusion from his mother and amusement from his father

Jory thought he was hallucinating.

she walking toward him with her big, doe eyes. her hand was clutching Theon Greyjoy's.

it was a funny sight to see how his baby sister, who was still so small, dragging a boy taller than her until she stood before him with that little twinkle in her eyes.

"Uncle Rodrik was being mean to Theon," she said. "I told him he was being mean and a hippogriff because he told me i have to be nice, but then he wasn't nice!"

Jory held back a snicker and just nodded.

"Yes, that was mean, but why did you bring him here, baby Doe?"

she pulled out her pout and quivering lip and Jory knew whatever she was going to ask from him, he'd say yes.

"Well, after Uncle Rodrik was mean, I asked Theon to show me how to shoot an arrow. And then Theon told me he doesn't have any brothers because they all died! And that made me so sad because if you died, I'd never be happy again!"

Theon groaned and softly elbowed her ribs as his face became red.

he groaned. "Doe, I told you not to tell anyone about that."

she turned to her new friend with an angry look and angrily stomped the dirt with her little foot.

"Of course I'm telling about it! You're my friend, and I don't like people being mean to my friends!"

Jory leans forward and picks her up until she looked like she was flying and her little legs were kicking in the air and she couldn't stop her giggles until he put her back on the ground again.

"Very good, baby Doe. But why did you bring him here?"

"I want you to be his brother like with me! Can you do that Jory? Pleaseeeeeeeeee? No one should be alone!"

...and of course, Jory said yes.

the huge smile on her face and she cheered and tackled him to the ground to thank him told him that he made the right decision.

since then, whenever Jory and Doe would go to the godswoods, ride through the wolf woods, or go fishing at acorn waters - Theon would be there with them.

for the first time since he was taken from home, Theon Greyjoy felt like he wasn't an outsider.

he felt like he wasn't a hostage held captive by his father's enemy who aided a king who slaughtered thousands of his father's men.

he felt like a boy who had a younger sister who was his best friend, and he was her's, and it felt like he never knew what it felt like being alone in the first place at all.

Robb Stark was not happy.

he was very not happy.

his mother had just given birth to his new baby sister, Arya Stark, and since then, he hasn't had a moment alone with Doe.

normally she would always be the first one in the courtyard, ready to train with him, Jon, and Theon under her Uncle Rodrik and brother, Jory.

but lately, all she's been doing is helping out his mother with his new sister - she's even been playing with Sansa!

Doe didn't hate his little sister - in fact, she liked Sansa very much, but Sansa liked boring stuff like playing princesses or dressing up or stitching.

and Doe wasn't boring...she was different from other girls at winterfell.

she loved to run in the woods and train with swords.

she hated wearing dresses and never bothered to learn how to braid her hair because she would just use the little leather string to hold it.

she loved playing snow wars during the summer snows and neer minded getting mud on her breeches.

but now...now she wasn't playing with him anymore and spending time with Sansa instead of him...it was very annoying.

and what's worse - Jon didn't get it, and neither did Theon.

Jon just shrugged when he complained. "Lady Stark needs help because she just gave birth to a baby."

Robb rolled his eyes. "I know that - but why is she spending all her time with Sansa? She doesn't even like playing princesses or stitching!"

Theon scoffed. "Your mum's spending all her time now with the new baby instead of Sansa, duh. If your sister's not kept busy or played with, then Lady Stark'll have two screaming babies."

Theon wasn't happy that Doe was spending time with the prissy little lady who was too much like her mother - always looking at him with an upturned nose and uppity attitude.

but he knew if he wasn't having a good time, his doe was having an even worse time.

Robb still pouted - he hated feeling like this, he didn't like it.

it was like that time when he caught doe being nice and playing the blacksmith's son and not him and he marched over to grab her wrist and dragged her away from him

Theon snickered. "Don't worry - Sansa'll get over it and you'll get your little lady back before you know it."

Robb's face turned bright red as Jon and Theon laughed at his expression.

"SHE IS NOT MY-"

"What're you lot screamin' for?"

Robb turned around and there she was, staring at her friends with a confused expression at the screaming she heard from her lord's son.

she burst out laughing at how he was gaping at her like a fish out of water.

She shoved his arm and walked ahead. "Come on! Septa Mor-dumb finally let me out! Let's get outta here before she changes her mind!"

she took off running with laughs echoing through the woods and all the boys followed after her.

it was the best day Robb had in so long: he spent the entire day running, fishing, playing, and climbing.

the four finally calmed down and stopped to rest underneath the red leaves of the weirwood tree.

Theon and Jon were fast asleep while Robb and Doe were still awake and talking.

"...Hey Doe?"

She turned to him. "Yeah?"

"Who do you like more: me or Sansa?"

She blinked before answering with a big smile. "You, of course, dummy! Sansa's not nearly as fun! And I knew you way longer - of course I like you more!"

the next time Doe played with Sansa, Robb didn't complain.

because he knew that no matter how many siblings he had, he'd always be her favorite Stark.

...Theon and Jon still keep teasing him about it though...whatever, they were just jealous.

these two are so in love and are so obvious and everyone knows it but them smh

@dipperscavern is literally my wife - we're married, we eloped, and second in command!reader is our baby

@ghostinvenus i hope you don't mind me tagging you, but there's gonna be a lot more brainrot for our doe 🤣

Me reading the fluff:

Me imagining the wedding night cause I’m nasty:

Me reading this whole as fic and feeling my heart overcome for love for my Dippy because she IS the moment:

idk if you would write but i would love to see in ur style a tyrell!reader x robb. imagine being the winter rose? omg living the biggest dream by being a beauty of the seven realms, having tales of ur beauty passed on, and then being betrothed to robb as a mean of house tyrell to guarantee their safety, but still, theres no northern or southern who can resist the tyrell beauty and robb is one of them

nana.. this ask did things to me. i love this idea smsmsm & thank u for sending it in !!

tyrell beauty was never anything that could be denied — by friend or by foe.

you & your twin sister, margaery, were the greatest testimonies to that. while margaery was no doubt beautiful, tales of your beauty had spread throughout the seven kingdoms. singers, poets, servants & kings alike had all heard and contributed to the spread of the tale of the tyrell rose — not only beautiful in physical aspects, but a gorgeous personality to match.

you & margaerys older brother, loras, was also rumored for his looks. safe to say, you three were widely known.. the beauties of house tyrell.

even the north, cold and harsh as it was, was not exempt from hearing the tales of you & your siblings beauty. jokes and speculations had long passed around winterfell, only increasing tenfold when hearing about house tyrell’s rumored interest in forming an allegiance with the north. when bran, rickon, & arya stepped into the castle, covered in dirt & almost soaking wet from that days ministrations, jory only sighed seeing them, ushering them to baths with a mutter of-

“the beauties of winterfell…”

robb only laughed at the teases he heard about you & your siblings, but sometimes found his thoughts wandering to you. his mind often drifting to think about the tyrell rose, absurd childlike questions, that he should’ve pushed away as quickly as they entered his mind. do the tales do your beauty justice? what are you like in person? are you warm? would you like him? what would you think of the north?

he focused on training, doing as he was told & preparing to become lord of winterfell one day, although he couldn’t stop the fleeting thoughts about you that arose every once in a while. a child’s dream, he thought.

so you can imagine his surprise when his father & mother sat him down, telling him of the alliance house tyrell wanted to make with house stark..

through marriage.

robb felt like he was dreaming. the beauty of the seven kingdoms, betrothed to him? he could barely keep the smile off his face, wanting to not only improve stature to his house, but do his duty as a husband. excitement pooled in his gut, as theon clasped his hands on robb’s shoulders at dinner, congratulating him. theon’s hands waved in the air, saying something about-

“the beauty and the beast..”

any other night he would’ve gotten a shove to the ground, but robb only threw him a playful smile. even theon’s relentless teasing couldn’t ruin this for him. if he was to be lord of winterfell one day, he’d need a strong woman by his side — he dreamed of a relationship like his mother and fathers, and he prayed in the godswood to the old gods that night, that they would guide your union as man and wife.

in the days leading up to your arrival at winterfell, countless preparations were made. the tyrell host was large, and all of the starks had done their parts to prepare to receive it. you were to stay in winterfell for a week before the wedding, and your family would leave shortly after. you had handmaidens and a few select soldiers to stay with you at winterfell, and you could visit high garden anytime you wanted in the near future. you asked your grandmother if she would visit you in winterfell again after the wedding, but she only put a hand over your own & said it would take the Father himself to drag her back to that “frozen wasteland”.

the day you arrive, robb thinks he’s might jump out of his skin, he’s so nervous. still, he puts on a brave face for his & his families sake, wanting to be everything you need and more.

you, margaery, and the queen of thornes are riding in the wheelhouse, while ser loras is in front of it, mounted on a white mare. his armor glints in the sunlight, doing wonders to illuminate his face. he’s handsome, robb can admit, and that only makes his curiosity increase about you & your sister. & once you both step out of the wheelhouse, robb feels his heart skip as many beats as it can without killing him.

a few of your cousins step out first, giggly as they curtsy to the starks and stand respectively to the side. margaery is next, gorgeous auburn hair & a button nose, a flattering dress with the tyrell colors proudly on display, and a sweet smile to accompany it all. she curtsy’s as well, standing more in front of the wheelhouse, as loras dismounts and moves to stand next to her.

when you step out of the wheelhouse, robb’s breath hitches. his body forgets every single instinct he’s ever had, & he has to remind himself to breathe, as to not kill himself. you’re beautiful. stunning. a sight for sore eyes. he doesn’t think there’s any word in the common tongue that can be used to describe your beauty without downplaying it. it seems like nobody can tear their eyes off of you, your aura doing wonders to brighten the damp atmosphere.

you curtsy to them all, along with a smile he wishes would never leave your face. robb can’t tear his eyes from you, even when you move to offer your hand to the queen of thornes as she steps out. you meet robb’s gaze in the moment everyones attention is not on you. the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he winks at you. you only tilt your head, brows lightly furrowing as you smile at him. your gaze falls to the floor as blush rises to your cheeks, retracting your hand from your grandmothers and smoothing out your gown.

pleasantries are exchanged, you and robb stealing glances to each other every so often. lady olenna & a few of your cousins go with ned stark & lady catelyn, moving to discuss the wedding, among other things. you take robb’s arm as he escorts you, margaery, and loras to where you’ll be staying at. robb drinks in every moment with you.

you’re gorgeous, soft, & warm. you have a kind heart, a love for the arts and children, and you’re very kind. your shy nature bubbles away as you grow more comfortable in each others presence.

that night, a great feast is held. everyone of the starklings is made to be in attendance, and robb prays that arya can keep her withering resolve just a little bit longer. you’re sat beside him, softly laughing at a remark ned had made. robb’s heart warms at the sight of you & his father getting along, but is quickly forgotten when he sees arya dash away & out of the hall. guards are sent after her, and robb bites back a smile at her daring antics.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as your hand clasps his bicep, his head turns towards you as you lean into speak in his ear.

“forgive me, i must be excused. i’ll return shortly.” you say, a reassuring smile making its way onto your face as you get up. robb only nods, sighing in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.

it’s a few minutes later when the queen of thornes sits next to him, striking up light conversation. judging his character, no doubt. at the end of it she nods her head in approval, asking him to please find her granddaughter — wherever she’s run off to. robb stands up with an-

“of course, my lady.”

moving to follow the direction you went in. it takes him outside, and he looks around, before his gaze settles on you & a small form behind you, a guard approaching in front of you. robb was lucky to be in earshot of you.

“pardon, my lady, we’re looking for arya underfoot, ned starks daughter. ‘bout yay high, brown of hair. have you seen ‘er ‘round?”

you were stood beside a pillar, one arm behind your back as you discreetly pressed arya further behind you. one shift of your form & arya would be revealed, dragged back to the festivities she had just escaped from. robb watched you from afar, careful not to give away your position — but close enough to hear & see your response. curiosity spread through him as he and the guard both awaited your answer.

your brows furrowed in faux confusion, looking at the guard with a soft expression.

“i must confess, i haven’t seen her. brown of hair, you said?”

the guard swallowed, nodding as he eyed you up & down. you smiled sweetly at him.

“i will be sure to keep an eye out, ser…?”

you slightly raised your brows, and the guard quickly gave you his name. you repeated it to him, and the guard nodded, smiling.

“would you be so kind to escort me back to the festivities? a castle like this.. it’s so easy to get lost.”

the guard quickly agreed, not being able to resist you, & robb is enamored, having witnessed the tyrell charm firsthand. what happens next seals the deal for robb.

as you move to take the guards arm, you spot loras patrolling, his path sending him to pass on the other side of the pillar that you’re at. the eye contact between you both is minimal, and robb almost misses your eyes slightly widen & the small nod of his head. with one swift move, you’re grasping the guards bicep & using your other hand to gently push arya to your older brother, as he outstretches his hand just enough for arya to get the hint. as you walk off, loras has one hand on aryas shoulder, ushering her off with a wink — & robb watches the smile grow on aryas face as she slips away.

yeah, he thinks. you’re perfect.

his winter rose.

sorry if this was too long or not what you were envisioning, but i had sm fun writing this !! tyrell supremacy