There was something about feasts which bored Robb Stark. He played a good part, laughing and joking whilst he sat next to Theon, both of them discussing the antics of the King. It had been a long day with Robb being told what to do by his mother in order for the King's arrival. Robb doubted the King even cared; he seemed too interested in chasing the serving maids around.
Robb laughed as Theon said something about the taste of the wine they drunk. It was only when Robb turned his head over his shoulder did he see a sight which caused his laughter to die down. His lips remained pulled up for a few moments and then set in a firm line.
"Ah," Theon drawled once he turned his gaze in the direction of Robb's orbs. He grinned and slapped his friend on the back, his hand causing Robb to look away from the direction of the King and the serving wench who he was groping at.
"You need to be a bit more discreet," he warned Robb. "You're staring at her as if you own her."
Robb did his best to stop peering over his shoulder, his hand moving to pick up a piece of meat which sat on his plate. He could scarcely leave her be in the King's grip. Robb had heard tales from his father of how King Robert was whoring his way into an early grave.
"I fear no one could own her," Robb scoffed back, his voice low.
Robb's eyes remained set on the plate beneath his chin, Theon still staring at him with intrigue.
"You need to be careful," Theon urged his friend. "She is a serving wench...not someone who should hold your affections."
Robb turned his eyes upwards, a brow arching as he did so. "And do you intend to tell anyone?"
Theon snorted; "You know that is not my intention. You are my friend, Robb. I was just telling you to be careful, that was all."
Robb nodded, knowing full well that Theon had been right in his statement. Robb heard a sudden shrill laugh and he looked behind him again, noting that the maid had escaped the King's grip, but his mother was looking at him sternly. Her chin motioned to his youngest sister who sat on a table alone before he saw Sansa being fussed over as a stain ruined her dress.
"I think she needs taking to bed," Theon said and he picked his goblet up again, downing the alcohol within it.
"And do you intend to keep me company on my way?" Robb wandered, moving to stand from the bench he sat on.
Robb moved over to his little sister, picking her up under the arms as she continued to laugh lightly. He noted the serving wench the King had lusted over, noting how she hastily placed empty goblets onto a tray and ran out with them. She didn't get anywhere before she saw him looking at her, his usual intense stare focused fully on her. Robb grinned for a second as he took Arya by the arm and led her towards the back of the Great Hall.
"Sansa has done nothing but talk about the Prince Joffrey," Arya complained once she and Robb began walking down the corridor together. "I don't like him."
"You are not the only one," Robb grunted back, remembering the smug look on the Prince's face. He turned down the corridor and Arya jumped ahead, walking backwards in front of him as she looked at him with an inquisitive stare.
"Do you really think she will have to marry him?" Arya wondered.
"I do not know," Robb responded. "Father will be the one to answer that, Arya."
"Seven Hells...marrying him..." Arya muttered as they took to the stairs before Robb noted her wandering down the corridor, the tray still in her hand. He presumed she must be rushing back to the kitchens. He looked around, noting how quiet it was inside of the walls of Winterfell's castle.
"Arya," Robb placed a hand on her shoulder, "go to your chamber and I will be there in a while."
"Why?" Arya wondered back, continuing to climb the stairs without him.
"I just have something to see to," Robb responded and began to rush off down the corridor.
He noted that she had disappeared from view and so he waited with patience, leaning against the wall by the kitchen. He folded his arms over his chest before he saw he leave the door to the kitchen and he acted quickly, grabbing hold of her wrist. She shrieked loudly for a moment before Robb placed his hand over her mouth and dragged her from the corridor and into the cold air of the courtyard.
She finally turned in his hold before he moved his hand down to cup her chin and moved his hand from her mouth. She took a few moments to catch her breath back whilst Robb laughed lightly. It was then when she moved to hit him across the arm.
"You scared me half to death," she complained and Robb smirked, his hands moving to her waist, his touch soft. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be back at the feast?"
"Shouldn't you be at the feast?" Robb retorted and she rolled her eyes at him, her own hands daring to rest on his shoulders, feeling the cold leather which rested there.
"I was on my way," she reminded him, "but you rudely interrupted."
"I am sure no one will miss you for a few moments," Robb promised her, drawing her body closer to his before she looked around, worrying once more that they may be caught.
She titled her head to the side, "And you?" she wondered back.
"I have no eagerness to return and watch the King grope at you," Robb said and she sighed lowly, wondering if he had seen the King's previous performance. Robb acted quickly, tucking a strand of her loose dirty blonde curly hair behind her ear before doing the same to the side.
"He gropes at anything that comes close to him," she responded. "When does this royal visit end?"
"Soon enough," Robb promised her. "I shall see what I can do to keep him from you, Isabelle."
She shook her head at him, moving her hands over his shoulders, focusing her eyes on that as his hands roamed her waist, the plain red dress she wore brushing against her skin as he continued with the motion.
"Do not worry over me," she urged him. "I am able to look after myself."
Robb's deep laugh shook against her body as he lowered his head closer towards her, one hand moving to tilt her chin to look up at him. She did so, her green eyes widening as she saw his lips slowly move closer than what was acceptable. She said nothing as he finally pressed his lips against hers, feebly attempting to gain access to her mouth whilst she remained stern. She knew that they had to be careful, especially with a royal party in the grounds.
"Would you deny your Lord what he truly wants?" Robb wondered, his hot breath hitting her cheek as he pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead on hers.
She ran her hand up and down his neck, closing her eyes again. "I am merely attempting to stop my Lord from getting carried away."
Robb sighed then and nodded against her. "I am to go hunting tomorrow," he informed her. "I may see you in the evening if possible."
She nodded in agreement with him then, her fingers playing with his curly auburn locks at the back of his neck. Robb shivered at the motion, a tingling sensation running down his spin and she smirked at the effect she had on him. The Gods only knew how she had truly managed to catch Robb Stark's eye.
"Now," she spoke to him, "we should truly return to the feast. Your mother will surely wonder where you have gotten to and if she found out...well...I doubt she would be enthralled with you."
"I should suspect you are right," Robb agreed with her, the warmth of his body slowly leaving hers. "Would you care for me to escort you back?"
She shook her head at him then, "I need to go and fetch more wine from the cellar. I should be back soon. Now go before we both end up in trouble."
Robb bent down to kiss her chastely once more and she closed her eyes, scarcely noting his absence before her eyes opened and she saw him retreating down the corridor inside whilst she remained outside the walkway. She folded her arms over her chest and rested her back against the wall, her cheeks still flushed with Robb's sudden intrusion.
"Well, well, well," a voice drawled in the darkness. "Were my eyes deceiving me or was the future Lord of Winterfell unable to keep his hands from a serving wench? How dishonourable of him."
Isabelle peered into the darkness, her orbs narrowed before she noted the one they called the imp moving towards her, a flagon in his hand as he did so. His eyes twinkled and she gulped loudly, not too sure whether she should be beg him to keep quiet or lie to him.
"No need to look so scared," he promised her. "I have no intention of running off to Lady Stark to inform her of her eldest son's mishaps."
"Why would you keep it quiet?" Isabelle wondered, folding her shaking hands over her waist whilst he smirked over to her, shaking his head slowly.
"It is a long story which I do not wish to trouble you with," he promised her. "Although I doubt it is as interesting as your story."
"My story?" she asked back and he chuckled, moving past her as he realised his brother would soon seek him out if he did not go.
He called back to her as he went, having no intention of making her life a living hell. No, there were other people he would prefer to see suffer in comparison to some serving wench.
"Of how you charmed the young wolf into your bed."
Isabelle said nothing back to him then, choosing to remain in the cold as he wandered off. It was then when she shook her head and muttered to herself;
"It didn't take much charming on either part."
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A/N: I know that there are many Robb/OC stories out there, but I just couldn't help starting one of my own! So if you could review then that would be awesome and I hope you enjoyed the opening chapter!