He watched Myrcella Baratheon twirl and dance around the dance floor. Wearing a tiny black dress that revealed so much more of her skin than should be allowed - wait no. He shouldn't be noticing that, Myrcie was his little sisters best friend, he'd known her since she was a baby, hell he thought of her like a sister. He shouldn't be noticing the way her dress hugged her in all the right places, setting off her perfect frame. He shouldn't be noticing how the eye-makeup she wore set off her cornflower blue eyes. And he sure as hell shouldn't be noticing that he breasts were threatening to spill out of her dress. Gods, Robb shook his head slightly, trying to rid himself of these thoughts. Not understanding why he was thinking of her in this way, he was supposed to be dating Margaery Tyrell, the most beautiful, popular girl in school.
"She does look very pretty tonight doesn't she?" Jon asked, his eyes flickering to Myrcella and Sansa
"What?" Robb asked, playing dumb, hoping Jon would buy it
"Cella, you idiot, dude you're basically drooling" Jon said
"No i'm not, I was watching Marg.." Robb said, searching for Margaery in the crowd, hoping she was nearby
"Yeah..not buying it" Jon said with a small smirk
Robb was about to answer him when Margaery came over smirking sexily at him, she did look amazing tonight, in a teeny tiny skirt and a top that left nothing to the imagination, Robb supposed he should feel lucky to have her. She hugged him close, pressing her body against his, Robb smiled at her kissing the top of her head, imagining blonde hair. No. No this wasn't okay, he should not be thinking about Myrcella, he knew he shouldn't.
"So..My parents are out of town, wanna skip the party and head there?" Margaery said with a little giggle, peering up at Robb suggestively
"Really? Marg I would love to, but I promised my Dad I would drop Sansa and Mrycella off at home" He said
Margaery pouted "Maybe after that?" She asked, running her fingers though his head
"Yeah..definitely" He said, kissing her quickly he peeled himself away from her. Gods he felt guilty, although he hadn't done anything he felt like he had
"Robb, can you take us back? I think San has had too much to drink" Myrcella said, her arm around Sansa who was definitely drunk
Great. Now his sixteen year old sister was drunk, Robb had promised his parents he'd take care of the girls, how would he explain that one? He nodded at Myrcella and taking his sisters other arm, guided her to the car, Sansa climbed into the back, and was asleep within seconds. Myrcella got in the front, Robb couldn't help but notice she was shivering slightly. Of course she would in an outfit like that, he slipped off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Thank you" Myrcella said, beaming at him, with that ever captivating smile
"Don't mention it" Robb said, starting up the car and pulling out of the driveway "So who got my sister drunk?"
"Joffrey, he joked to her that she'd not be able to handle it, and Sansa being Sansa wanted to prove him wrong" Myrcella said with a small sigh
"No offence, but your brother is an idiot sometimes" Robb said, with a slight scowl
"Yeah, count yourself lucky you don't have to live with him" Myrcella said quietly, Robb sensed there was something wrong but he didn't want to push it, he never did with Cella
"You can escape, whenever you want you know. My parents love you" He said. It was true, Ned and Cat adored Cella, it was hard not to. Bran and Rickon did too. Whenever Myrcella was around it was her who had to put Rickon to bed
"I know, I am so greatful" She said
They continued to ride in silence, Robb unsure of what to say to her, It was asif there was this unsaid tension between them or something, Robb could feel it. He couldn't say what it was, but there was something
They pulled up at the Stark estate "You girls go ahead, I'm going to go and see Marg" Robb said as Myrcella helped Sansa out of the car, he could have sworn Cella looked a little disappionted but she nodded and handed him his jacket back. As they walked down the drive he put it back on, he couldn't help but notice, it smelt slightly like her, not quite floral, but noticeable enough. His brow furroed, Gods, he was an idiot for noticing that. He needed to make sense of this, so instead of turning left to go to Margaery's house, he turned right, towards the Winterfell woods, he needed to think. Marg would be annoyed at him but she generally was, he could deal with that later.
So that was my first time writing a GOT AU, I really ship these two, and a lovesick/trying to deny it Robb is adorable. For future refrance, Sansa and Myrcella are 16 and Robb/Margaery/Jon are 18.