#thenorthernwolf

Talia had been told that she was beautiful, but from her family. Never had she been told that she held such beauty by someone as important as her king. She was flustered the previous night, yes, but she was uncertain if he spoke the truth. He had called her beautiful, yet he was highly intoxicated. But now, straight-faced and sober, speaking the words yet again, Talia’s heart had never raced so quickly.  

“I wish you safe journeys and many victories, Your Grace.” Talia was too shy to make any moves, even a single touch. Yet, the urge to press a kiss to his cheek was strong. She was too reserved to do something that she considered so wild. “And before I go to sleep, I will think only of you.”

Talia was not the one to drink much. She might have a glass of wine at dinner and maybe two at a special event if she was lucky. There was not much to celebrate. But in times like these, it would be wonderful to relax for just a moment. She had not been a quarter of the way through her second cup of the sweet wine Robb insisted she'd drink. Her lips were stained red from the drink, flush and swollen from her lips gripping the edge of the glass. Robb's outburst was enough for her cheeks to turn the color of the wine. He thought of her as beautiful? Her, out of all people? He would surely not think that way if he had met Mira. She was beautiful: dark hair, light eyes, beautiful smile. Still, her King and friend complimented her nonetheless.

Ironrath had not been safe since Ned Stark lost his head in King’s Landing. The position had been put on Robb, and although so young, Talia could not help but admire how courageous he stepped up to the position. He was a good King and he would be an even better King upon the Iron Throne. They would win this war ... just as long as Robb stayed alive. That is what Talia intended to do. 

Shaking her head as she looked at her hands, the pain she’d endured because of those people - it shouldn’t weigh on the minds of her own family so heavily. “Do you think the Frey’s would have betrayed guest rites if you hadn’t of married Talisa?” her voice was soft as she folded her hands in front of her then lifted her eyes to meet his. Part of her wanted to ask how he could be so ignorant and naive to believe they would be happy that their King had betrayed their betrothal. 

@thenothernwolf​ said; "people live, people die. people split up, people stay together and make each other miserable."

35. my muse surprises yours with dinner.

Asta and Robb have been friends for a while and she could tell he needed a distraction from something. Either him being at work or with his family, he seemed stressed. Asta knew the perfect remedy for that, she decided to make his favorite dinner. Being in the kitchen all day, she doesn’t realize the time and nearly jumps when she hears a knock on the door. 

Scrambling around to get everything set just right, she rushes over to the door and opens it. “Robb! You made it!” She smiles letting him in.

Robb wasn’t as stern as their father and thus Sansa probably knew that if she gave him the pleading eyes he would budge and allow her to come riding with him before he would depart for the hunt.

“One of these days your charm will no longer sway me Sansa. Go put your boots on and don’t delay me”

Sansa wasn’t very fond of outdoor activities, but riding with Robb had somehow become her FAVOURITE past time. They were closest in age, after all, and he’d spoiled her rotten like a good older brother for YEARS until Arya was born. She smiled widely, nodding her head as she rushed off to put on her riding boots, pulling her hair up and taking a bit longer than Robb would have liked before she finally came into view. “Have I told you that you’re my FAVOURITE brother?” she grinned.

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