#rosereigned

SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN PREPARED FOR THE ATTACK. These were people who had pledged their life to her, and she had not foreseen this. The entirety of their bloodline – save the last rose – wiped in one attack, leaving only the woman who sought shelter away from the prying eyes of the capitol. And now her whole family is gone.

“SUPPOSEDLY, MY MOTHER THINKS asking for your hand was a poor decision...” He told the Tyrell, face blank in order not to leave any sort of impression on how he was feeling about what he’d been told. He needed to know how she felt about it, whether he should prepare to soothe her or whether she’d be unbothered by the news. It’d only been a week or so since he had proposed.

       The manor house in front of him wasn’t at all out of the ordinary, but it was high enough that he might be able to get a better view of the docks and figure out which route wouldn’t lead him straight into the arms of the Royal Navy. Sprinting across the street towards it, Jack found his footing and began to scale the far wall, his agility honed from years of climbing masts. Only once he’d reached the second-floor balcony did he falter as a loud shout came from nearby. Climbing over the balcony railing, that was when Jack heard it. Multiple footsteps, no doubt from trained, disciplined soldiers.

       He had no other choice. Instinct kicked in and he rushed to the door, more glad than he could currently express that it wasn’t locked. Jack all but stumbled inside, shutting it behind him, and froze as he turned around.

       ‟ Oh. ” Of course there was somebody inside. And from the sound of music downstairs, this young girl clearly wasn’t alone. ‟ I’m not intruding, am I? ” He tried a faint, reassuring smile, not at all sure how she might react. ‟ Please don’t scream, luv. Might disrupt the violinists downstairs. And that might break a window. ”

Send me an AU and I’ll give you five headcanons for it

Robb loved to tell Margaery scary stories when the two of them and the rest of the Stark siblings would get together. Sansa hated it–she’d much rather they tell the stories of princesses and knights–and Arya would get so angry if anyone scared “the baby” (Rickon), but Robb got a kick out of it (and especially liked it if Margaery would cling to him/hide in his arms because he loved any excuse to be her protector or knight in white armor.)

When they’d get stuck in their lessons (him in training or learning the houses and her in the lady’s duties in Winterfell) on one of the few rare sunny days, Robb and Jon or Robb and Theon would orchestrate an elaborate prank to then spring her out of her lessons and they’d all go play in the woods, enjoying the warmth, until they got caught. 

Even though they’d already been promised to each other and marriage was inevitable, when they were older and had actually genuinely fallen in love, Robb “proposed” to Margaery, wanting her to know that he loved her and wanted to marry her, and not because their families had told them they had to. (This came with a ring he’d gotten the armorer in Winterfell to help him make.)

When they were younger, they would “practice” getting married in the godswood, making Jon marry them, but mostly this was just an excuse to kiss because they were both getting older and curious about it, and they were going to have to do it eventually anyway, so why not practice that too? 

             Before she has the time to SCOFF at his remark, his hand is tangled in her curls releases a MOAN where there should have been a growl. She is unraveling right before him, even as the rage roils through her blood, it is also entwined with the unyielding desire she has for him. God, he is so hot when he’s angry, she thinks, nails DIGGING into the base of his neck.

           “ Me ? Jealous ? ”    A shallow, breathy LAUGH escapes her at that, her other hand slowly undoing the buttons on his jeans as if subconsciously, like she had done so many times before.   (   no, she’s ‘ not jealous ‘ & yet still feels the need to claim him   )   But this was different, EMOTIONS TOO RAW and actions speaking louder than she ever could. For she cannot admit that, not to herself, and certainly not to him. If she did, it would make everything far too REAL, now wouldn’t it ?       ( But isn’t that what you truly want, little rose ? )

               BUT HER PROPERTY ? No. Never.   SHE LOVES HIM AS WELL.   In fact, she is so taken back by such a ridiculous comment that she manages to take a step back if only to slap him across the face.         “ Is that what you think of me ? That I think so little of you ? ”   Her words have a BITE behind them to mask the sting she feels from them.     “ Then by all means, Robb, go do WHATEVER, or whomever you want. ”

               What EXACTLY does she feel for him ?? Is it only desire ?? he wonders as her moan reaches his ears. No, it can’t be just that, there has to be something else; something more, deeper feelings, otherwise she wouldn’t be jealous - - - yes, she might DENY IT, say that she isn’t jealous oh but he knows !! He knows she is !! ( Jealousy is something he is irritatingly familiar with; he can recognize it from a mile away. & right now, jealousy is ALL OVER her face. )

               He breathes through parted lips; blue eyes drifting down to her hand unbuttoning his jeans, his BRAIN tells him to stop her, but his BODY doesn’t listen. His body craves her touch, wants more, so much more than this !! Lips graze the corner of her mouth; heart beats loudly in his ears - - - then, she takes a step back.

               ( & the SLAP comes; leaving him with a red cheek. )

Direwolf banners stream through the air, the fabric popping and furling in the ever changing current of the wind. This welcoming party is small: necessary guards, himself, and Sansa alone. Winter has set in, making travel more difficult, but he would not usher The Tyrell girl into sanctuary while sitting in the warmth and comfort of the main hall while she’s suffered the journey in such frigid conditions.       “There,” Sansa mutters and points out three riders cresting the hill, huddled in cloaks. A smile spreads on his sister’s face, and the sight of it assures him this is the right thing to do. She had fought for Margaery’s admittance here the moment the raven had arrived from King’s Landing, and the alternative is not something he wants to dwell on: this young woman succumbing to a terrible fate at the hands of the Lannisters. Heels gently squeeze at his horse’s sides, and he rides forward to meet her, Sansa quick to follow behind him.