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advent calender day nineteen - for bellamyblakely - bellamy/clarke + hogwarts au

There’s a quiet courtyard just off the edge of the Quidditch pitch that Clarke always likes to go to when she needs some place calm and relaxing to study or ignore her housemates for a while, and nobody else is ever there, which makes it doubly as nice to visit. It’s not much, just a few trees and flower bushes and a stone bench beneath an oak tree where she sits and works on essays or reads her books, a nice change of pace from the confines of the common room or even the library.

Today is just another day before finals where she’s out in her courtyard brushing up on her Transfiguration theory when someone, for the first time in the three years since she’d discovered this place, enters her sanctuary.

“Hey, Princess,” says Bellamy Blake, looking more amused than surprised to see her there. “You’re quite the sight for sore eyes.”

For the lovely Jane on her birthday.

Ser Brynden had made her give up her clothes for a plain dress from one of the kitchen maids, they didn’t fit her quite right and the front of the dress had too much space left to fill. Oh well, she thought, at least the color matches how I feel. Ser Brynden din’t try to make small talk and she was thankful for that, but it made her quite aware of his distaste for her.

It wasn’t like he openly hated her, but she was very sure that if she died while in this trip, the only form of guilt would be because she was the wife of his king, not because he had any feelings towards her besides duty. The Blackfish was doing this because he thought that if he wished very hard she could be suddenly pregnant with Robb’s child. 

Robb’s child. How many times she had imagined babies with Robb’s hair and Raynald’s eyes? Her brother’s were a pretty shade of blue, like the sea near their castle, but her’s were simply brown and muddy (how did Robb ever fell in love with her?). Their babies would had grow up in Winterfell, filling the old halls with laughter and life, maybe making their father forget about his little brothers for a moment.

The first one would had been groom to be King of Winter, and the others she would had them all to herself. She would take them to the nearest beach and taught them to swim just like she did with Elenya. Were there beaches near Winterfell? Lakes? Rivers? Robb never told her much about it, now that she was thinking. The Westerling’s Maester was a dear old thing, nearly blind, who had gave her several healing books to help him when he couldn’t, in spite of that, geography was never her thing.

She touched her stomach conscious of Ser Brynden’s stare. Would he dispatch her in some whorehouse when she didn’t give birth to a heir? My mother made quite sure of that. 

When Jeyne was little, her mother had told her of the moon goddess, her mother didn’t talk a lot about her homeland so Jeyne made herself pay extra attention to what she was saying. Unfortunately, Lady Sybell had been interrupted by her baby sister and story time was over. What she did told her was that it granted wishes. 

I wish… I wish Robb was alive. A tear fell and then another one, but she didn’t care. It was too sad to think about it and more when she tried not to do it on purpose. Why she didn’t wish for Elenya to be free of her mother? or for the Lannisters to win? Something that made sense, a safe journey to wherever the Blackfish was taking her, her own well being. Nothing.

She had kissed Robb three times before he left her. One to say goodbye, one to remember her by and one to keep. One, two and three, the same number of arrows the Freys shot at him in that awful wedding, or so her mother had told her afterwards. One kiss for every arrow.