Got One-Shots Book 2

Remarry? (Robb Stark x fem!reader)

Robb absentmindedly ran his hand over the old wound. He had survived, but only just. It had taken him months to heal after The Red Wedding. And for the majority of that time, Robb refused to talk to anyone other than the Maester. He was mourning the losses of his mother, wife, and unborn child. There were times where he wished he hadn't survived. Now was one of those times.

"Please, Your Grace. Your people are losing faith." Robb glared at the man in front of him. "I am doing the best that I can for them." The advisor started wringing his hands. "I understand that, Your Grace. Really I do, but they need hope for a better future." Robb took a deep breath. "And your suggestion is for me to remarry? How is that going to give hope to my people?" The advisor didn't answer. "Get out," Robb commanded.

Robb sank back down in his seat. Part of him knew his advisor was right. A queen would give his people hope. Hope for a brighter future. And a child, an heir, would just solidify that hope. Sighing, Robb ran his hand over his face and called for his advisor. The man meekly entered the room, worried about the tongue-lashing Robb was about to give him. "Search for lords with daughters of age. I will personally write letters to them, requesting a chance to meet with their daughters." The advisor smiled lightly and nodded before scurrying from the room again.

Months passed far too quickly and Robb wanted to scream. He had seen dozens of young women over the past several moons, none of whom were right for him. He was down to the last and this time, he had no choice. He had to marry you. For his duty to the realm. When he had written your father, it was a proposal of marriage. Your father agreed right away and the two of you readied your holdfast for Robb's arrival. You would be married that night. No bells and whistles, just a simple ceremony and a bedding.

You heard the horses and sighed. Glancing out your bedroom room, you couldn't mistake the set of auburn curls leading the bannermen. Robb Stark. You didn't want this. You had never wanted to marry for any reason other than love, but no one refused a king.

You knew your father would expect you to be down to greet the King in the North, so you left your chambers. You made it outside just as Robb's caravan came through the gates. Robb pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted. You curtsied the way you'd been taught. "Welcome, Your Grace," your father greeted. Robb gave him a nod before his gaze focused on you.

"Is this Y/N?" he asked your father and you glared a little. You hated when men talked about women like they weren't in the room. Your father knew this. "I am, Your Grace and I would appreciate it if you spoke to me," you said lowly, so no one other than your father and Robb could hear. Your father's eyes widened almost comically. "Y/N," he hissed, but you detected a slight uptick of Robb's lips. "My apologies, my lady."

You and Robb were married that night and the next morning, you rode out to the camp with him. The plan was to escort you to Winterfell and then Robb would leave to return to his army, something you didn't agree with. You kept quiet though. A woman's views were usually ignored when it came to her husband, at least that's what you had been taught.

"You are not happy," Robb stated the first night after you left your father's home. You had been in with Robb and his bannermen when they were discussing their battle strategy. You hadn't said a word, just sat and listened. Apparently Robb took that as you being unhappy. "Do not presume to know what I'm thinking, Your Grace," you said." Robb's eyes widened slightly.

"I am not unhappy. I simply believe you are wrong." Robb cocked his head to the side. "Wrong?" You nodded. "It seems counterproductive to return to Winterfell and then march south again. It seems a waste of your time and resources when I should be by your side." Robb arched a brow. "I cannot keep you safe." You shrugged. "I'm not asking you to. I have my own guards from my father's house. You are working for something greater and cannot afford any delays." To your surprise and his own, Robb agreed.

"You're right. We cannot afford the delay it would take to return to Winterfell. Thank you for your council, my lady." You nodded and with a slight smile. "It is my duty as your wife to assist you in any way I can, prevent you from doing anything rash, and to provide heirs," you whispered the last part. You had Robb hadn't had a chance to talk about children, but, you knew it was a sensitive subject for him after what happened to Talisa. Robb cleared his throat. "Yes, well...thank you. I need to inform the bannerman of the change of plans." You nodded and left the tent.

*time skip brought to you by Greywind*

Time flew by and before you realized it, you and Robb had been married nearly a year. Robb had noticed a significant change in his army. Turns out his advisor had been right after all. His people had hope and morale was at an all time high. He had to admit he was fond of the change. It was easier to lead an army who believed in him. But Robb didn't see the changes in himself or in you. Not until a Bolton soldier snuck his way into Robb's camp.

You were helping the Maester at the edge of the camp after a battle when you were attacked from behind. An arm wrapped around your throat and you were pulled away from the soldier you were assisting. You kicked and screamed, trying to get away. The wounded soldier called out to you and then for help as loudly as he could.

Robb heard the commotion and came barreling out of your shared tent. His blue eyes immediately found you and he felt the blood rush to his face. Seeing red, he grabbed up his sword and ran across the camp. The other bannermen followed suit, realizing what was happening. They were all determined to save their queen.

Just as Robb got close enough to harm the Bolton soldier, you rammed your elbow into the man's stomach. He let go of your throat and doubled over in pain. You turned and brought your knee up into his nose before high tailing it out of there. You ran straight for Robb. "Tie him up!" Robb barked as you ran into his embrace.

Robb's heart was beating a mile a minute. It had been a long time since he'd been so afraid. He wrapped his arms around you and held you. You were shaking uncontrollably. "Are you alright?" he asked. You looked up at him and nodded. "I will be." You pulled away. "I have to help our soldier," you told him. Robb caught your arm and lead you in the opposite direction. "First you need to relax. You've just been attacked."

It was then you heard the shake in Robb's voice. "Your Grace?" you questioned when you reached your tent. He let go of your hand and saw that his own were shaking. "I almost lost you, Y/N." You took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek. "You didn't, Robb. I'm right here." Robb closed his eyes to try and calm his nerves. Realization hit him.

The thought of losing you was nearly too much to bear. He couldn't even stand the idea. He realized that during the course of your marriage, things had changed. It had started out a marriage of duty and necessity, but had blossomed into something more. At least for him. "I love you, Y/N," he said suddenly, making you drop your hand and your mouth open and close in shock.

"You what?" Robb reached over and took your hands in his. "I love you. I never expected it to happen, but it has. When I thought I would never see you again, never hold you, never get the chance to see you grow round with my children, I nearly broke. I love you." You smiled at him with tears in your eyes. "I love you too, Robb. And I have to tell you that I was frightened too. I couldn't bear to think about never waking up next to you again or never seeing those beautiful blue eyes looking back at me." Robb let out a laugh and kissed your forehead. He held you close, grateful to the gods that he'd decided to marry you.