The Wolf & the Rose

your name written here in a rose tattoo

His hair was in need of a cut, sprawling wildly with the same fire that had entranced her a lifetime ago. The boyhood stubble that had plagued him with patches, now grown to an evenly trimmed beard. His shoulders had broadened, arms and chest sturdier. And his eyes, eyes as blue as the sea he had fled into, were clouded with grief and the drink.

She held back the urge to cry.

“You’re here?” Robb asked breathlessly. Margaery scowled.

“Of all the pubs to wash up in, you came to the one under my patronage.”

Chapter 1: Margaery I

Robb Stark and Margaery Tyrell: Marriage AU

just like magic - robb & margaery 🔮

As the trio make their way out to the training yards, they catch sight of Robb Stark tugging at the hem of his uniform. Oblivious to the crowd that's gathered to watch them practise and their reaction to him, he finally pulls at the fabric over his shoulders, revealing a chiseled set of abs. A tendon on his toned chest muscle ticks as he resumes position again, broad shoulders in full display.

Margaery swallows thickly, heart drumming against her ribcage.

“I understand now why you like this so much.” Daenerys sighs contentedly, nearly missing a step while adding wistfully, “Quidditch is the best sport in the world.”

Margaery’s upper lip twitches into a smirk, eyes not leaving the pitch nor Robb. “Indeed.”

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from fluff to angst to arranged marriage to fantasy

Notes: I’ve been watching too much “Bones”.

This dialogue comes from the third episode in the second season, “The boy in the shroud”.

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Margaery looked over Robb’s shoulder as he showed her the pictures of the crime scene.

She sighed. “It’s a strange place for two people in love to end up.” She said, a certain sadness in her voice.

“What?” Robb turned to her. “A forensics lab?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “No.” She drawled. “A squat in an abandoned pipe factory.”

“Yes.” Robb agreed immediately. “Right. Very strange.”

She grinned. “What were you talking about?” She pressed.

Robb cleared his throat. “Just… Jaime and Brienne.” He finally said. “Of course. Given their history.”

“Right…” But she was still smirking at him.

Robb scratched his cheek, feeling himself blush, even as he held Margaery’s gaze. “Tension, party of two.” He said.

She snorted before leaving him there, feeling like an idiot.

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

Startled, Robb looks up from his map to stare as his wife, Margaery Tyrell stands looking back at him, he sits upright, “How so, my lady?”

Margaery shrugs, “Truth be told, I expected someone cold and unfeeling, we know so little of the North and its people, but we are not so different in the end.”

Robb nods understanding, “I did not know what to expect of you, Margaery, we remember another Reach lady and, unfortunately, that marriage did not end well.”

Margaery stands tall, lifts her chin and say, “I am a Tyrell, and while I know my life will be different with you, it cannot be so bad, at least you’re not twice my age and ugly, I’ll be the best Queen I can be.”