#got robb

“robb!” i shouted, surging forward. my blade found the attacker’s throat before the point of his spear could find robb’s heart. he fell in a heap, crimson staining the snow, and the chaos seemed to slow just long enough for robb to glance at me—wide-eyed, breathless.

when the last of the ambushers fled, leaving only broken branches and broken men behind, robb leaned against a tree, chest heaving. his auburn curls were damp with sweat, and a streak of mud cut across his cheek.

“you…” he panted, half laughing, half gasping, “…you saved my life.”

i shrugged, trying to steady my own breathing. “i wasn’t about to let the king in the north fall to a common spear.”

his blue eyes fixed on me then, bright even in the dying light. he pushed off the tree and stepped closer, his grin crooked and boyish despite the blood still dripping from his sword.

“then i swear this,” he said, voice pitched loud enough that a few of his men turned their heads. “i’ll marry no one but you. from this day until my last, my life is yours.”

laughter rippled through the soldiers—some hooted, others smirked—but robb didn’t look away from me. he was smiling, yes, but there was a glimmer of sincerity under it, the kind that made my stomach twist.

“don’t make promises you can’t keep, stark,” i said, trying to deflect, though my voice betrayed a tremor of nerves.

“who says i can’t keep it?” he shot back, stepping close enough that i could feel the warmth radiating off him in the cold air. his tone was playful, teasing, but his eyes were searching mine with something deeper.

i rolled my eyes, though my lips betrayed me with the hint of a smile. “then i suppose i should start getting used to being called lady stark?”

he chuckled, his grin widening. “you’d wear it better than anyone.”

“you’re supposed to be king in the north,” i teased, leaning back on my hands. “but you throw your things around like a child.”

robb turned, raising a brow, and that wolfish grin crept onto his face. “a child? careful, love, i could have you thrown in the stocks for less.”

“stocks?” i laughed, shaking my head. “i don’t think your bannermen would be too impressed with their king punishing someone over a cloak.”

he stepped closer, boots heavy against the floorboards, until he was standing right in front of me. “maybe it’s not about the cloak,” he said, voice dropping, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

i tilted my chin up, feigning innocence. “oh? what’s it about, then?”

he crouched in front of me, his hands braced on either side of my hips. “it’s about you mocking me. my pride can’t let that go unpunished.”

i bit back a grin. “and how exactly do you plan to punish me, your grace?”

robb didn’t answer right away. instead, he leaned forward and kissed me, warm and slow at first, then hungrier when i laughed against his lips. his hands slipped up my waist, fingers grazing skin where my tunic had ridden up.

“mm,” i teased, pulling back just slightly. “is this kingly behavior?”

his breath was rough against my ear as he murmured, “this is very kingly behavior.” his hand squeezed my hip as if to prove the point.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and yet,” he said, pushing me gently back onto the bedroll, hovering over me now, his curls brushing my forehead, “you’re still here.”

i pretended to sigh, though my arms wrapped around his neck without hesitation. “fine, i’ll allow it. just this once.”

robb smirked against my mouth. “you say that every time.”

“and you never learn.”