Robb Stark. Stark. Robb had always been given what he wanted, his mother Catelyn made sure of that. After all, he was the oldest of all the Stark children and therefore would eventually be gifted the privileges of being high-born. He had been hoping since he became a man grown, that one of the privileges would be Angarika Martell. Oh sweet, tender, lustful Angarika, Robb was fantasising about Arika whilst listening to the royal guffaw of Robert Baratheon, after all a Lannister always pays his debts...in piss and shit. When Robb was a boy of 12, he dreamt about castles and tourneys, a sword in his hand and armour on his body, in recent times, ever since his 15th name day, he had savoured the thought of his cock in Arika's cunt and her body grinding underneath his.
"Oh how a boy's dreams can change." Dishevelled hair and undone breeches, Theon took his seat next to Robb just in time for the feast.
"Where've you been? I thought you needed to get rid of a load, instead you wandered off to fuck a wench."
"Robb, you can't deny a man's needs. When was the last time you made good use of your cock eh?"
The answer to Theon's question was not a difficult one, Robb had visited a few brothels in recent times.
"Shut it. The Lannisters already have enough to say, what would they say about us if they heard of your indecent ways."
"Too busy playing fucking games Robb. If I'd have given the chance to fuck that blonde bitch Cersei they still wouldn't notice. Forget about me, it's Arika's cunt you desire isn't it? I would taken her if it wasn't for your girlish-"
"Say that again and I will chop that cock off with my blade and I won't even flinch." Being unable to bear the truth, Robb walked away and found himself in the kitchen.
He couldn't hide without being noticed, Theon was close to being stabbed by him if he uttered another word, and he had no idea where Jon was. It was much easier biding time with serving men and women, he went unnoticed and unspoken just as he had wanted. Until he recognised a certain pair of brown eyes and tan skin.
"Arika. Is that you? Why are you robed? I don't-"
In that second, Arika grabbed his hand and led him to her chamber and locked the door.
"Hell Robb! Have you lost your bloody mind? I am disguised for a reason, if any one of those leaches named Lannisters found out that I'm a Martell, the Starks will be ruined and I will be murdered."
"I apologise, I should've have understood."
"It is alright. I was getting tiresome anyway. When will they leave?"
"I haven't any idea my love...have you seen Jon around?" Robb bit his lip at the thought of disclosing his feelings to Arika. It could either go heavenly or disastrous.
"Jon...well yes...I f..ran into him before. I didn't want to speak to him for a second longer."
"Has he angered you in any way? You look deeply upset Arika."
"He's decided he wants to be a man of the Night's Watch. I suppose I was a little upset at him...we shared a tender...familial moment. And now he just decides to leave."