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A/N: This is my first story ever, i hope that my writing is up to the standards. I apologise if sometimes i go off key but this story is my own. Soi hope you enjoys, i love to hear from you all. AU. Contains language, sex scenes and probably something it shouldn't. ENJOY :)


Ella POV

Have you ever been told you couldn't do something? That you were something and you had to do it that way? Or this way? All my life I've been told that. Ella do this, Ella act this way, Ella ladies do not act that way. I have had my whole life planned out from the second I had my first breath. But no one really asked what I wanted. Did I want to marry? Did I want to have kids? Did I even want to act like a proper Lady?

The answer is no, plan and simple its no, but here I am standing in a pretty dress due to my father command. Apparently as my father stormed in with slaves waking me in the early morning telling me we were having visitor. My hair was braided extra tightly causing my head to sting in pain and the lecture rang in my head "Be respectful, be kind and be a lady" Lady i wanted to vomit at such words.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of it "Daughter please" Looking up at my father his gentle eyes staring at me, pleading.

"Fine" I signed sitting up straight next to my big brother. I stared at the tapestry seven hells I missed my other brother Asher. I wish it didn't come to blows like it did.

"Ella" lifting my head to my eldest brother voice "Are you okay?" he questioned his face knitted in a frown.

I mirrored his expression "What?" I asked confused. He nodded to my fingers as they drummed on the table, realising what he meant I placed them on my lap, giving him a sheepish smile "I'm okay" Rodrik nodded leaving it alone.

He knew how much I missed our brother, the full blown arguments I've had with my parents, the begging to let me go and find him, but they always refused my pleads.

The door opened and I stared at the man who walked in I knew the man like the back of my hand, my father and he were very close friends he was everything the stories and songs say, he is a man of honour.

"Ned" My father wrapped the commander of the North in a warm hug, Ned replied with big pats on his back, they pulled back arms still wrapped in each other.

"Gregor my friend" Lord Stark Laughed "I have news to discuss and I'd like for your daughter to stay with" his eyes fell on me and like before my hand tapped on the table.

"My daughter?" My father asked confused

"Yes regarding something that was said a long time ago" Ned nodded

"You mean?" My father laughed happily

"Yes" Ned chuckled

I frowned what the seven hells were they talking about, pressing my lips together I watched everyone leave, leaving only three people in the room and I was one of them, why was I one of them.

"It's good to see you Lady Ella" Lord Stark smiled at me "Its been far too long"

"Likewise Milord" I nodded wearing a fake smile "But all do respect why is it you wanted me to stay?" I didn't muck around I liked to get to the point, It was a habit I didn't get from my father; my father was Gregor the Good.

Lord Stark shared a smile with my father "I'd like you to wed my eldest son"

My face crunched up in disgust "Robb" I spat

Ned and Gregor cracked up laughing "Well I thought you'd be more impressed than that" Ned smirked "May I ask what Robb has done to bring such distaste to your face?"

"With all do respect you can ask him and when you do ask him about Ros he'll know" I stood "I do not like this father, excuse me" Sliding my chair back I walked away I knew I would hear it later but I didn't care for now I had to breath and escape.

Wed bloody Robb Stark, Seven hells no. Walking all the way to the tower I sat staring out at the grove and Ironrath, just looking at the views "Hi" I turned to the voice I knew to well.

It had been two years since I've seen him and his grown more handsome there was no doubt about that, he was still breathtaking but his looks did not stop the look of dagger I was radiating his way.

"I come in peace" Robb joked his hands in surrender

"What you want?" I hissed, "I told you I never wanted to see or hear from you again"

Robb signed taking a seat next to me, he knew nothing about distance, I could punch the stupid idiot in the face "I'm sorry Ella, I am I swear it how many times can I say it?"

"None" I rolled my eyes standing up "I don't wish to speak to you or hear from you. I don't want to wed you Robert Stark" I stared him dead in his blue eyes "Do you understand me or do I need to spell it out for you?"

Robb smirked that stupid cheeky smirk I once loved "Well lets hear your spelling then" he licked his lips leaning back, relaxing.

"F"

"Ella"

"U"

"Really-"

"C"

"Your just going to keep going aren't you?"

"K"

"Should I just-"

"Y"

"Okay I'll just wait-"

"O…. U" I stared at him "What's that spell Robb"

"Marry me Ella"

"Ah why did I ever love you" I huffed walking down the stairs, it didn't take long until I was pushed up against the wall, trapped between both his arms "Robb-"

"No" his eye grew serious staring at me "I made a mistake, I am a man I make mistakes, I am sorry"

"Sorry you did it or sorry you were caught"

"Both"

"Highly doubtful" I hissed

"Ahh" Robb huffed "Women you drive me insane…I love you I haven't stopped loving you and I'm sorry" his hand lifted my chin "I'm sorry Ella Forrester, I am beyond sorry"

"As sweet as you sound you can remove your arms, I was walking away" I nodded

Robb huffed rubbing his face annoyed, his arm lifted moving out of my way. Faking a smile I walked away, ever since we were little he had my head spinning like crazy and we were once that love sick couple but he grew, he let pleasure get in the way of what we had and he lied, so I walked away broken hearted. I've never forgiven him; every raven sent I didn't read, every ride over I locked myself in my bedchambers refusing to come out.

I was hurt and a girl hurt by her first love is one of two things scary and changed. Robb changed me and I hated him for making me so cold towards other who begged for my heart, for my attention.

My heart was broken and it was mine I had moulded it and protected it and made myself shut off in that area. It didn't take long until loud bangs hit my bedchamber I knew those knocks like the back of my hand.

"Ella open this bloody door" signing I got up undoing the lock staring my father dead in the eyes "Don't give me those doe eyes not going to work have a seat" he pointed to the bed.

Signing I stepped back until the back of my legs touch the bed and I sat "I know he hurt you, I don't know how but I know something happened but I know his sorry he has been sorry for two years" my father signed "You're my first born daughter and you're causing me to grey quicker than I'd like but hear me now Ella you will marry Robb"

"What" I hissed "What happened too I can marry who I desire, I was free to Marry who I like as long as it wasn't a Lannister or Whitehill" I stared "We made a deal don't break it father"

"Ella"

"No don't break your promise"

My father stepped to me kneeling so he was down to my height "I love you my daughter, but you need to trust me, I am going to marry you to Robb Stark and Ned will Marry Robb to you, it is one of the greatest alliances the North will see"

I rolled my eyes "And if I refuse"

"Ella please"

"What you will send me away? Exile me like you did Asher?"

My father gulped "you're to Wed in two weeks, you will become Ella Stark and you will bare his children and rule Winterfell…. Do you understand Ella?"

My eyes gathered with tears "Your forcing me?"

"Yes" he nodded his jaw clenching "But you will thank me in years to come"

"And if I don't?" I asked "If I despise you for the rest of my life?"

"Than know I was trying to look after you" he shrugged "I promised you'd marry for love and Robb is your love" his lips touched my forehead "You might be angry and hate me but I love you Ella" with that he left.

I wanted to scream and shout, two weeks and I marry the man who broke my heart. The slow tear slipped from my eyes as I slid into bed, but my thoughts were running wild.