they called him the wolf in the north. The reclusive Robb Stark of Winterfell. Some said he haunted the woods and that he was a ghost while others claimed he could turn into a wolf and run with the pack that inhabited the mountain side.
You awoke to the sound of people bustling outside and the sun shining through your window. Nothing could bring you down today, for you were betrothed to your love Robb Stark for nearly a year now. You got out of bed and looked out the window, breathing in the air of summer, happy that this was a long summer. The North was cold and lonely in the winter, and that’s not how you wanted to remember your wedding day, which was now only a week away. Suddenly, your direwolf Caelan was by your side, he was fully grown now. As you weren’t all that tall and your wolf was very large, Caelan’s shoulders reached your ribs when he stood next to you. You didn’t think you would ever get used to how large direwolves were, but you loved him with all your heart. His mesmerizing, dark eyes were so loving and his fur was soft and similar to Grey Wind’s, only darker.
After getting dressed and getting your hair done, you went downstairs to join the Starks for breakfast, a seat open next to Robb was now where you were to sit. “Good morning, my love,” you were greeted by your future husband with a kiss on the cheek as you sat down. “Good morning, Robb” you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, this beautiful man was your betrothed, and his loving family was now to become your family by law. The entire family shot you and Robb loving looks all throughout the meal, especially Lady Catelyn. After all, if the Mother Wolf was happy, everyone was happy.
The rest of the week passed in a flash, between lessons with the septa on wedding vows and ceremony procedures, you were exhausted. Lady Catelyn was doing you the favor of helping out with the major wedding plans, and arranging for your parents’ visit so your father could give you away. Your dress was your favorite part. It was long and flowing white lace, with gold filigree covering your torso and shoulders, and a sweetheart neckline. It cinched perfectly at your waist, complimenting your figure in the best way. The back was open with a small button keeping it together at the top, making the cutout an oval shape.
Soon enough, it was your wedding day. The day you would mark forever as your anniversary with the one and only Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell. The hardest part of this day was going to be being separated from Robb until the ceremony, you thought to yourself. “Lady Y/N,” the septa said poking her head in the door, snapping you out of your daydream. “You have to start getting ready, my dear.” “Of course, septa. Thank you!” you said, as your servants helped you get dressed and curl and pin up your hair so it was half up, half down, with curls cascading down your shoulders. Hours that seem like centuries passed as you got primped and ready for your ceremony. After one final look in the mirror, you slipped on your shoes and sent one final prayer to the gods to have everything run smoothly. You finally walked downstairs and there you were, standing outside the sept with your father, waiting to walk in the door to marry the love of your life. Because you and Robb were both followers of the Faith of the Seven, weddings were a very big deal. They were highly ritualized and elaborate, with certain words to be spoken and certain procedures to be followed.
You took one last deep breath, letting it out slowly, and the doors opened. You saw all of your friends and family sitting and staring as you walked down the aisle, arm-in-arm with your father. Then you looked up to see Robb waiting for you at the altar, tears and pure love in his eyes, and all of your worry melted away as he smiled at you. As you get to the altar, the septon looked at Robb and spoke, “You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.” Then, Robb draped a cloak of Stark colors over your shoulders as he smiled at you and squeezed your hand in reassurance. What a mind-boggling sight your wedding must have been, with you and your husband-to-be standing at the altar. Your direwolf Caelan on your left, and Robb’s direwolf Grey Wind on his right. A true Stark wedding. Next, you and Robb faced each other and joined hands, which were then tied together by the septon with a ribbon. As the septon tied the knot, he spoke. “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” Now it was yours and Robb’s turn to speak, you repeated the traditional vow, “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” and Robb spoke in unison with you, “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days.”
With love reflecting in both of your eyes, Robb pulled you in for a sweet kiss in front of your friends and families. He put his lips to your ear and sweetly said “I love you, Y/N Stark” his eyes sparkling, emphasizing your new surname. “I love you too, Lord Stark” you said back, without a single second of hesitation. While you were walking to the hall for the feast, Robb whispered in your ear how beautiful you looked and how he would skip the feast and go right to the bedding ceremony if he could, which made you let out a giggle. As for the feast, Lady Catelyn really outdid herself. It was magnificent, some of the best food you’ve ever had in the Stark household, and that was saying something because the food in Winterfell was always incredible. You spent your night eating food, drinking mead, and laughing, enjoying this momentous day with your family and the love of your life.
After the feast was over, it was time for the bedding ceremony. If you were honest, this was the part of the night you and Robb were looking forward to the most, especially after being separated from one another for the entire day. As the room chanted and slammed their hands on their tables, Robb lifted you by your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder as you laughed. Everybody cheered while he carried you upstairs. You and Robb had smiles plastered to your faces the entire way out of the room. This was definitely the happiest day of your life.
Drabble Friday- Robb and Jon request with the direwolves again..where they don’t realize that the reader has been letting them into her room at night..but returning them before they wake up..but she sleeps in one day and they catch their wolf in bed an what they’d do
You let the direwolf into your room as you had been doing this for a good few nights now, of course Robb didn’t know because you know he would just moan at you about it and tell you that you shouldn’t do that. Grey Wind jumped up onto your bed and circled for a moment before flopping down into his usual sleeping position on the furs and you walk to your bed after closing the door and you climb back into bed.
Usually you returned him to his kennel before everyone was awake, part from the one time young Arya Stark caught you, but you were both very fond of each other and delared to keep it a secret.
However, this morning was different. You’d managed to sleep in and you totally forgot about the direwolf who slept on the other side of the bed. You looked up and saw Robb standing at the bottom of your bed with his arms crossed.
“How long have you been standing there watching me sleep?” You yawn and then it hits you- Grey Wind was lying next to you still.
“What’s my direwolf doing in your bed?” He asks and your cheeks blush a light pink.
“Grey Wind loves it up here with me, and you’re so mean so you don’t let him go to your room,” You say and he smirks.
“Well it should be me sharing your bed, not an animal,” He says and you can’t help but laugh.
“Are you jealous of a direwolf?” You ask and his arms unfold and he looks over at Grey Wind and back at you.
“Maybe…” He admits and you smirk.
“I love you, you know that,” You tell him and he smiles and grabs your hand.
“I love you too,” He says and he pushes his lips on yours.
“Now, shall we go for a walk?” You ask and he nods.
“And maybe tonight, I’ll be the wolf sharing your bed?” He asks and you laugh at him.
“Maybe,” You say and he pushes his lips on yours again.
You had breakfast with Robb and his mother the day after that.
And the day after that.
And every day after that until 5 months later when your sister was finalizing plans to reach out to add another troop to her cause. You, your sister, Lady Catelyn, King Robb, and both of your sides close advisers met to discuss what would be put in the letter and who would travel with it to get more allies.
As the meeting ended and everyone got up to leave your sister stopped you. “Sister, will you stay with me for a moment?” Robb smiled at you before leaving the room.
“What’s on your mind, sister?”
“You and the young King seem to be getting on along great,” she smiled.
“King Robb is…very nice,” you couldn’t help but smile.
“Is that a blush I see? I’m happy for you, Y/N. Seeing you happy is what brings me happiness. I know you fancy King Robb and, from what I see, he fancies you as well.”
“I am a great fan of his. He is so kind and respectful and wise. His mother is just as amazing; such a gentle and kind woman. His men are all loyal and kind also, very respectful.”
“You sound like a Northerner sister.”
“Maybe I am,” you smiled and looked at your feet.
“Do you have plans with Robb today?”
“He asked me to take a walk on the shore with him after this meeting.”
“Then you shouldn’t keep him waiting. Go, have fun. I’ll see you later when you return.” You hugged her goodbye and left the room. As you walked down the hallway you saw Robb and Grey Wind near the window. Grey Wind turned and leapt to you as he saw you approaching.
“Hello boy,” you smiled and pet the happy wolf. “Hello to you also,” you grinned at Robb. He walk toward you and kissed your cheek and took a hand in his.
“Hello. How was the talk with your sister?”
“Very good. Are you ready for our walk?”
“Follow me M’Lady.” You two walked the shore hand in hand with a guard of each one of your men following behind. “This land is beautiful,” he said looking out over the ocean.
“It is indeed. Everyplace has it’s own beauty though.”
“Are you excited to go home, back to Westeros, that is. Do you remember it at all?”
“I am excited, more for my sister than my self though. She’s worked hard to take back the throne and I truly think she is ready and deserves it. I don’t remember it at all since I was a baby when we left but I remember all the stories my siblings told me. The large trees of all different colors, the large and great castles, the people.”
“You’d like the North then. Trees larger than any you’ve ever dreamed of. Winterfell is the oldest castle and beautiful in its own way. And the people; the people are great. More loyal than any you will know.”
“Sounds like a place I’d like,” you grinned.
“I think you would too,” the tone in his voice made you look at him. “Y/N, you and I haven’t been apart a day since I’ve been here. My men respect you, my Mother likes you- more than me I think sometimes- and I…I love you.
“After we take back Westeros I’d really like it if you’d agree to return to Winterfell with me, as my wife.”
“You…you mean that,” you said flustered.
“I love you Y/N. You are my princess and I want you to be my Queen, ruling beside me in the North. I have loved you since I stepped off that boat and saw you. Will you marry me Y/N?”
“It would be my great honor to join the Stark house, Robb.” You both smiled largely and Robb lifted you into his arms, spinning you in circles.
“Your sister and my Mother are going to be overjoyed,” he laughed as he sat you down.
“They knew about this?”
“Who do you think helped me plan this out,” his eyes crinkled from his grin.
“Do you think they’ll help us plan the wedding?”
“I’m sure they’d love that.”
“Do you think we could plan it within the next month? Something small?”
“The next month!”
“I can’t stand not being a Stark for another minute.”
Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?