In which Robb and Roslin get married to allow his crossing.
Robb agreed to marry one of Lord Walder Frey's daughters in order to cross.
The wedding is a simple affair, held in the godswood. Only a handful of people are present; Robb's mother, his war council, Lord Walder and his new wife.
His betrothed is named Roslin, she has brown hair and brown eyes, she plays the harp, she likes to dance, and that is all Robb knows of her.
She's a small thing, the top of her head only reaching his shoulders. She looks pretty in her dress, though it is nothing too fancy; they hadn't had enough time to make this an extravagant event.
She puts her dainty hands in his and whispers the vows, trembling in his grasp. He offers her a reassuring smile, but he is just as nervous. He is just somehow more capable of hiding it.
He kisses her, and she kisses back, coy with her movements. Polite clapping and murmured offerings of congratulations echo throughout the godswood. Obligatory nothings, Robb knows, since no one is truly happy about their marriage.
Robb and Roslin don't talk to each other at the feast. He tries to start a conversation with her- several times, in fact-, but he knows next to nothing about her. Roslin, brown hair, brown eyes, harp, dancing…
He stands up and holds out his hand for her. He asks her to dance.
She says yes.
I've been wanting to do something Robb/Roslin related. There's such a lack of them on here omg. Anywhere, actually.
I'll aim to get one a day out! Thanks!