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❝ it was never the way she looked always the way she had. i could've fallen in love with her with my eyes closed. ❞
━━━━ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃, her violet eyes watching him, a letter in her hand, long forgotten, and as soon as they saw that he was awake, she flushed a light pink and looked down, a small smile gracing her lips. He couldn't believe that the girl before was officially his wife. A few days before the wedding, he realized that he had fallen in love with her, even if he hadn't spoken to her formally, only asking her a question or two during dinner. She was with everyone but Robb, helping Sansa sew simple dresses, permitting Arya to teach her how to shoot a bow and arrow, played hide and seek with Bran and Rickon, and let Jon help her wield a sword. She had some afternoon classes with Ned and Catelyn about the politics of the North, and Robb knew that he had fallen in love. Not with her looks, no, but with her soul. Despite being a so-called savage, she was kind once she got to know you, fierce and prideful. She was a dragon stuck in the body of a young girl.
"Good morning, Lady Stark," Robb teased her a bit, grinning when he saw how her lips spread into the widest smile he's seen. Her blush deepened a little more, and replied, "Good morning, Lord Stark."
"It's weird, seeing you so happy around me," he notices and scrunches up his eyebrows, the easy smile he wore wiping clear of his face. "You're like that around my siblings and parents, but never to me. What's gotten into you? Are you alright?" He placed his hands on either side of Vhary's face, turning her head from side to side to check for any signs of sickness, but found nothing more than the pink flush of blood under her skin. Vhary reaches up and takes his hands in hers, shaking her head at him, "No, I'm quite alright actually. I simply apprehended that maybe loving you won't be as hard as I made it out to be originally. I've always thought you to be this monster for turning me in to your parents, but ever since the wedding ceremony when you gave me the bride's cloak with the three-headed dragon and the direwolf, I decided that I would begin loving you, whether it'd be slow or all at once. But I will still love you no matter how long it takes for me to do so."
Robb stares at her, watching Vhary with a shocked expression on his face, and he sees the Targaryen become ruffled and unsure of what to do. But her husband makes the first move, taking Vhary's face in his hands once more and pulling her to him, pressing his lips against hers, feeling her kiss back. They stayed like that for a while, lips moving in synchrony before they had to pull away for a breath, pants mingling together in the air as they breathed deeply. "Really?" Robb asked as soon as he caught his breath. "You'll fall in love with me even if I turned you in and my father rushed us into the marriage?" Vhary nodded, pecking his lips once again.
"Get ready, we have to go to the Great Hall for breakfast," she moved to where her trunk was at the foot of her bed, searching for some clothes to wear, and comes across a black long-sleeved dress that she made with a handmaiden, the top of the chest coming in from a velvet material to lace, the skirt flowing but still slim. She placed it down on the bed and went to Robb's wardrobe, choosing a white tunic, a leather one to place on top of it, a longer quilt-like shirt that stopped at Robb's knees, a calfskin lace-up jerkin with capped sleeves, a pair of black trousers, and his regular boots. Robb stared at her as she chooses each one, wondering how she got so good at picking out outfits but realized that he had a sister that lived for fashion. He smiled as he felt all of his things - minus the boots - get thrown at him, the weight on his face and chest familiar from years of his handmaiden waking him up and throwing his things on him when he didn't wake up early. The couple turns their back to each other as they changed, putting on their clothes away from each other's eyes, though that didn't stop Vhaehrys. She changed quicker than Robb did - she didn't have as many layers to put on, though she did have to lace up her corset by herself, that wasn't hard for her - and looked over her shoulder to see him pulling on his breeches. She shakes her head, smiling softly as she picked up his tunic and moves an arm through the hole, letting him hold on to his pants with one hand, and switches as soon as it reached his shoulder, walking around to face him.
She began lacing it up, letting him fasten his trousers as well, slinging the fabric through the holes, tugging it softly to make it a bit tighter; they did this in comfortable silence, their hands working on his clothing, smiling tenderly at each other. As Robb pulled on the quilt-like shirt while Vhary tugged on his boots, tucking the ends of his pants in it, and she rises to her short stature, ready to grab his scabbard, but the Stark's hand stops her. His fingers were like fall: warm with a tinge of coldness to it - he had Catelyn Tully's warm, summer blood from the Riverlands, and Eddard Stark's cold, winter blood from Winterfell. The perfect mix, like Vhary and Robb. Fire and Ice, a dragon and a wolf married together.
"You need to get ready, love," his Northern accent breaks the silence, and Vhary's eyebrows come together in confusion.
"I'm finished, love. What do you mean?" Her hair was already styled - she put it into braids down her back as soon as she woke up - and her dress was on; she did not know what he meant. That was until Robb pointed down at her feet. "I believe you have not put any shoes on. And put on your cloak, it's a bit cold out today." Vhaehrys looked outside and sure enough, the sun that beamed down upon them the previous day was no longer there, covered in thick clouds that made the day look dreary. She wished to see the sun once more, to ride through the forests while warm wind swept through her silver hair, feel the summer sun kiss her skin, and yet she was met with little to no wind at all, and a cold, grey day.
"Have you consummated your marriage yet? If you did, how was it like?" A boy bursts into the chambers just as Vhaehrys placed her bride's cloak on her shoulders. Robb sighed heavily as he bowed his head, seeing Vhary's confused look again. "Vhaehrys, this is our ward, Theon Greyjoy. He's sort of a. . . sex fiend."
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A/N; Theon is finally introduced to the story! In these first parts it's going to be jumping around, so perhaps the next chapter would be the beginning of season one!
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