Ok, this chapter sucks. I think it does at least.
A little secret: I think I am finding writing from a guys perspective to be a rather difficult undertaking
Oh and this is the start of the Out of Character type shit for EVERYONE
(Except King Robert. That mofo is fun to write)
You think you know these characters?
Wrong
I will never make characters like their originals (Unless it's Naruto :o)
OH WELL
Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire
Robb
"Dany, what are you doing here?" Robb asked with a cheeky look on his face.
"Leave her be Robb. She likes muscles and looking at men." Theon laughed from the column he leaned upon. "I'm certain she's eyeing possible suitors. I've seen this before-"
"Oh shut up, Theon." Jon and Dany seemed to say at the same time.
Robb and Winterfell's Greyjoy shared knowing looks before removing their tunics and leather jerkins. Jon took a deep breath and did the same. Ser Rodrik was going to clean them up to make them presentable to the Royal Family. Just as their shirts came off, Robb felt the instinctual need to flex his muscles. He could distinctly hear Dany releasing a silent gasp. Theon caught on and tried his best to hide his growing smirk. Jon made a scowl at his longtime friend and twin, doing his best to keep his anger concealed. But the moment his torso was revealed and bare, Robb heard the gasp once more.
Jon's eyes perked slightly at the sound. Robb's smile only seemed to grow. Dany's face was as red as blood. She clearly couldn't control her breathing if her rapid chest was any indication. Theon nodded his head with the same smug look he always had. There was loud clanging of metal that brought everyone's attention. Ser Rodrik gave the four young adults a blank and rather bored look. The boys had beards that had to be removed and hair that had to be trimmed. Dany squeaked and backed next to Theon.
"Make sure you remove my beard completely." Robb sighed.
"Wow." Jon said with wide eyes.
"Unbelievable." Theon burst into laughter. "Gods, Robb. Who are you trying to impress?"
"Who do you think?" Robb smirked. "The princess is on her way here right now. I want to look-"
"I think the princess would prefer me far more than you." Jon smiled.
"Hey!" Dany gave Jon a look of feigned hurt.
"You're the one I was talking about." Jon sighed.
"Look at him, Robb." Theon cackled. "Dany has him wrapped around her fingers. I wonder if he's already fucked her yet."
"THEON!" Dany and Jon sighed in despair.
Robb simply let them talk. He was far too lost in his own thoughts. This princess; Princess Annaelyn Baratheon, was said to be the Baratheon Lioness. He was dying to meet her ever since he'd received word from some gossip amongst the smallfolk passing through to White Harbor to King's Landing and back again. He shut his eyes as Ser Rodrik brought the blade into his skin for the closest shave he's ever felt in his life of nineteen years.
Nineteen years he though; and still no marriage. Suddenly, shears snapped into his hair, cutting it into a manageable mob of curls. Back to what he was thinking, he wasn't married, nor was he notified of marriage propositions. Maybe he was just too good looking for anyone to want him. Or what if he wasn't good looking- no. He was going to stop that line of thought. The only one who can think like that and get away with it is Jon and Jon broods too much.
"So I heard the Prince is a real charmer." Theon suddenly said, a bit of mirth in his tone.
"I think he's going to be a right little prick." Robb piped, having a bad feeling of this Baratheon. "What about you Jon?"
"I have no opinion." The black haired twin awkwardly laughed. "If he's a prick, so be it. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Dany?"
"I don't know." She sighed. "I'm more worried about his father…"
Within seconds, the entire room fell silent and heavy. Robb looked awkwardly, knowing full well what she meant by that. Ser Rodrik was even silenced by her sudden remark. He knew he had to salvage this situation somehow, someway.
"Hey, Jon." Robb laughed, rising to his feet. "Your turn. I've never met a woman Jon loves more than his own hair."
"You dirty bastard-"
"Sit down Jon." Ser Rodrik forced the younger twin into his seat and immediately began to shear through his long black curls of hair. Jon had to bite down the cry trying to escape his lungs. Theon was clearly enjoying Jon's ire. Robb would like to stay and laugh at Jon's rather uncomfortable situation, but he had something far more important to do.
"Dany. Come with me." Robb looked uncertain but the look he gave her made sure that she wouldn't disagree. "It's important."
The girl sighed and followed the still shirtless Stark out of the room. Robb walked over and slid his tunic over his torso and began to tie the jerkin laces. His icy Tully eyes curled when he noticed Dany's still red hot blush spread across her cheeks. He was fairly certain that Dany had eyes for one of them. If it was him, so be it; Robb just knew he'd have to break it slowly to his brother. Jon knew nothing, as everyone liked to say.
Robb took a deep breath, never one to be nervous to talk to someone, but Dany had become difficult. He couldn't look at her without getting a weird feeling within his chest. Nevertheless he was going to go above that. He needed her help.
"Dany, I need your help." Robb whispered.
They were standing on a balcony that stood over the archery range. Robb leaned against the railings with a rather uncomfortable expression spread across his face. Dany of course gave him a confused look but went along with it, leaning next to him and resting her palm onto the wooden surface.
"With what?" Dany asked, locking her amethyst orbs with his icy blues. "Last I checked, you never asked for help."
"Gods be willing." Robb snickered. "I want to make a good lasting impression on the Princess…h-how do I do that?"
"Why are you asking me?" Dany gave Robb an incredulous look.
"You're one of my closest friends." Robb quickly stated. "If I asked Theon or Jon, they would pester me and give me shite proposals. I want to look good, not stupid. And…" Robb trailed off, not knowing how to piece together the last part. Daenerys gave him a questioning look, waiting for him to continue. "And well…you're also the most beautiful friend I have. Beautiful women must think alike, so tell me, what would you want someone to do to impress you?"
Dany was silent. Robb watched her eyes widen at his proclamation. Red rose to her cheeks as a blush continued to grow. If this were any other time, Robb would pester her until her whole face became red from either embarrassment or from being royally flustered. Unfortunately, or fortunately, that was not to be. He wanted her opinion. He wanted her advice. After a good ten minutes of silence, Robb was certain he'd broken her. Dany continued to stare at him and it was beginning to unnerve him. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and rested it on her shoulder and took his other hand and brought it to her waist.
"Push me." Dany said her voice was shaking. Robb gave her an incredulous look and eyed the different locations to where he can push her to. "Idiot; push me against the wall."
"Err…what?" Robb froze, eyes as wide as plates. What the hells is going on?
"Just do it, Robb!" Dany shouted incredulously. Her face was searing hot if her near glowing cheeks were any indication. Robb didn't move an inch, clearly confused by what she wanted him to do. "You fool! I'll do it for you!"
She rested her soft palms onto his hands, bringing shivers up and down Robb's spine. She pulled him, using the very little weight she held and the strength she mustered, forcing her back into the wall behind them. She looked up, eyes shimmering, nearly made Robb want to kiss her. She looked at him, boring into his own eyes; Robb could feel that she was staring at his soul. She smiled and pushed his hands away and walked towards the balcony railing.
"Be forceful, but don't hurt her." Dany smirked. "Show her you want her and only her. Be animalistic, but not savage. Be territorial, but not obsessive. Robb…just be you. Kiss her like you did me."
Robb's face lit up in heat. She remembers that?! His body quivered in worry. If he kissed Princess Annaelyn like that, he was certain he'd end up a head on a spike that decorates the gatehouse of King's Landing. He didn't want to imagine what would become of him if he kissed the Princess like he did to Dany. Dany noticed his look of immediate discomfort and shot forward, pressing her hands onto his shoulders.
"I'm jesting Robb." Dany snickered. "Go, get dressed into something nicer."
Robb turned right on his heels, feeling his racing heart come to a manageable rate. He shuffled along ready to leave Dany's presence as fast as possible. Why the hell would she bring that up?! Robb ran a hand through his hair, feeling the sweat run across his fingers. Just as he was about to leave though, Dany called his name. It sounded uncertain and to be frank, he was a little uncomfortable.
"Robb…I'm sorry I makes you that uncomfortable…" Her eyes seemed to glow with worry. "I…"
"Dany." Robb turned to face the Targaryen. "I'm fine…I'll see you later."
The courtyard was silent, awaiting the inevitable arrival of the King and his family. His Mother and Father stood side by side, dressed in the best garb they could muster. All of them bore fur collars with fleece capes. While his was bright red, Jon's was a pale white. Robb turned his head to the left side of their family gathering, finding Rickon, the youngest child standing next to his mother with a blank and rather uncaring look on his face.
Suddenly, some smallfolk were pushed aside, revealing the second daughter and Robb's youngest sister, Arya. She sped past a pair of guards before she was grabbed by their mother. His mother gave Arya a dark look before removing the Stark levy sallet helmet from her head. A few crass words were shared before smiles broke on their faces. Jon snickered from Robb's side before the twins pushed Arya along to stand next to Sansa.
Sansa of course was rather against the idea of Arya standing next to her and Arya seemed to reciprocate the feeling. Next to Arya stood the third youngest son of the Stark household; Bran. He was pushed aside, rather violently by his volatile elder sister. Robb and Jon snickered much to Bran's ire. Suddenly, Robb and Jon hunched over with the feeling of a soft hand slapping the back of their heads. Robb turned immediately to see Daenerys' frowning expression. Making a quick glance, Robb could see Bran giving Dany a small grin.
"Hey, Robb." Jon dug his elbow into Robb's ribs. "Look."
Hooves beat against the cobblestone entrance to the courtyard. With each passing second, the courtyard was filled with Baratheon and Lannister levies, filling Robb with a strange uncertainty. These were some of the fiercest soldiers the southron lords can muster. Lannisters were well armed due to their wealth; Baratheons were fierce and powerful due to their harsh weather. Robb thought of their own Northman troops.
But those thoughts suddenly disappeared. Upon a beautiful brown steed came an even more beautiful woman. Pale skin and bright, powerful sapphire blue eyes and a head of waving black hair. Robb's eyes shot from his head at the sight. Her lips looked soft and pink with high cheekbones. Her eyes were low, clearly saddened. She looked up from the waving hairs of her steed, her cheeks reddened softly as her eyes locked with his. But then Jon let forth an awkward cough and that brought Robb's immediate attention.
The eldest of the Stark children looked over to his brother to find his grey eyes were planted on the princess as well. Robb's eyebrows clenched together for a bit but then their sister let out a soft giggle. Robb's former jealousy and Jon's former attention were completely forgotten. The twins faced their sister with confused looks. Her face was almost as fiery as her hair. The twins shared a disgusted look before turning their heads in a rather comical way towards the second arrival.
Upon a black steed, the crowned prince sat, smug look and shimmering green eyes. He was staring at Sansa akin to when their direwolves come across meat. The twins clenched their jaws, trying their best to hide their disgust and glares. Robb knew the exact way to remove their feelings. He leaned over to Jon, trying his best to hold in his laughter.
"What's wrong with you, Robb?" Jon whispered, rather confused with his twin's antics.
"I was wrong." He replied, clearly at breaking point.
"About?" Jon's grey eyes trailed over to see their father's watching gaze.
"The prince." Robb sighed. "He's not a prick."
"How?!" Jon gave him the most confused look he could muster.
"He looks like a cunt!" Robb and Jon immediately burst into laughter, both receiving a series of slaps to the backs of their heads.
Their father and Daenerys had taken it upon themselves to shut the two of them up. Robb gave his father a smile before turning back to face the Royal Entourage. Dany and Jon were whispering to one another ever so silently leaving Princess Annaelyn to share her glance with Robb. The two stared at one another entranced and rather interested. But it wasn't to last. The King had arrived and he was nothing like Robb had expected. That was his namesake so Robb expected their King to be…heroic looking. He was said to carry a warhammer into battle, but the man didn't seem like the stories said.
Robb, like everyone around, immediately dropped to their knees the moment the King past through the portcullis. Despite being his size, Robb had to admit the King carried with him an aura of command and respect. The twins held in their laughter and snickers when the King's squire arrived with a set of stair steps. Grey and Icy blue watch the giant bellied man walk up to them and stop just at their father's feet.
"You've gotten fat." He said sounding completely reassured in his own growing gut. Robb waited for his father's reaction. To be honest, Robb wasn't disappointed.
The two men exploded into laughter and embraced one another like long-lost brothers. And within seconds, activity exploded within the courtyard. Suddenly in the explosion of movement, Robb accidentally bumped into someone, releasing a squeal from behind him. The Stark shot around, eyes wide with surprise, only to see the fallen form of none other than Annaelyn Baratheon. She looked angered and rather surprised at how she ended up on the ground.
"Let me help you, My Lady." Robb brought his hand down.
"Anna." The crowned prince suddenly appeared and pulled his sister from the ground and even pat down the dirt and grime from her dress. "She doesn't need your help."
"Joff. Don't be rude." The princess quickly reprimanded and even slapped the back of Joff's head reminding Robb of Dany. "Go, Mother is looking for you. I apologize My Lord."
"I'm not a lord yet. My Lady." Robb smiled softly.
"Oh?" Anna smiled. "Well what should I call you, not lord?"
"Robb would be perfectly fine-"
"Gods Ned!" The Kings voice echoed throughout the courtyard. "Let me see her!"
"Your Grace, you've been on an extremely-"
"I'm not going to kill her!" He said in his rather boisterous tone. "I want to see the Jewel of the North with my own bloody eyes."
Robb and Anna quickly shot around, running up to see what the commotion was all about. When they pushed their way through the crowd, it came to reveal none other than a red faced Daenerys. She was practically trying to disappear into her gown. Next to her Theon was contemplating whether or not to stand in between the King and Dany. Robb's eyes trailed to Annaelyn and back around with confusion. The Stark didn't know what to do with this situation.
Normally when people would stare at Dany too long, he, Jon or Theon would appear to whisk her away, but this was their King. He couldn't get in between the King and what he wants to see. But after a good ten minutes of awkward silence, the King said something about being shown to crypts and paying respects to the dead. The courtyard cleared out, people and soldiers spread out, leaving Robb and Anna in the center.
"So…" Anna smiled softly. "You're the son named after my father?"
"I don't know what gave that away." Robb smugly replied. "I was hoping to keep it a secret."
"You're obviously not doing a great job, not lord Robb." Anna smirked. "If we're going to be going by first names, call me Anna."
"But, My Lady…" Robb frowned.
"As your princess, I command it." Anna gave him a sly smirk.
"Alright…My- I mean, Anna." Robb bowed. "Do you know where you'll be staying?"
"No." She simply replied. "I was hoping if someone could show me the castle."
Robb choked on his spit. "What?"
"I want to see the castle." She replied with a smile. "I was taught about Winterfell and the North in great detail. Kings of Winter and the Age of Heroes. Bran the Builder and countless other famous Starks that ruled as Kings. This place is history and I want to learn."
Robb stood dumbstruck and silenced by her little speech. His blue eyes watched the winds blew through her black curls. He gasped, feeling his breath hitch with surprise. She…she wants to learn? Robb thought with excitement. She cares?
"Well, Robb Stark…" Annaelyn turned, with a hand resting on his hip. "Do you think you can be the one to teach me?"
Robb arrived at the feast, dressed in a form-fitting brown leather jerkin, accentuating his well-toned and muscled torso and arms. His blue eyes trailed over to see Sansa's handmaidens giggling, all the while keeping their eyes locked with him. Looking over, he could see Anna sitting with her entourage of handmaidens and even Sansa had taken a seat with her.
All eyes at the table were placed on him and only him. With the dim chandeliers and candle-light, their eyes shimmered with beauty. But before he could examine them any longer, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. Clad in black leather, Jon was smiling with the biggest, shite-eating grin he'd ever mustered in his entire life. His breath reeked of wine and mead, giving Robb a good idea of what Jon had been doing.
"Robb." Jon said with a smile. "There are plenty of gorgeous maidens here. Use your good looks; I'm sure you'll find the love of your life."
"And I doubt you'll find yours until you're bald." Robb retorted with a laugh. "Where have you been, Jon?"
"Drinking with Dany." Jon simply replied before taking off to sit with his favorite little sister.
Robb took a deep breath and sighed. Feasts always did bring out the weird side of his twin. Robb could hear his mother chastising Jon for his drunken antics. She wasn't mad, nor was she disappointed. Rather she seemed to be more…surprised. Jon of course replied with a clever remark thanks to his buzzed state, receiving a booming, boisterous laugh from the King himself. Jon sat down, stealing food from Arya's plate and stuffing his face.
His mother gave him a worrying look. Robb knew what she wanted him to do, but Robb was enjoying this scene a bit too much. The Stark hobbled along, with a believable swagger in his step. He plopped next to his twin brother stealing his food as well. He could hear his mother's face connecting with her palm. He sniggered; they were brothers after all.
"Pardon me, not lord Robb." Anna giggled from behind. "I was hoping I can speak with you in private."
"Sure I'd-"
"Yeah, Robb!" Jon cried with a slight slur. "Make sure you kiss her too!"
"Shut up, Jon!" Robb shot to his feet and pushed Anna along.
Annaelyn laughed heartily, enjoying Robb and Jon's interactions with one another. Robb continued to push her along, doing his best to get as far away from his brother as possible. Hearing her laugh and giggle only served to bother Robb further. He continued moving onward, pushing people out of his and the princess's way. Rather hilarious to countless people attending the feast. Once they were clear and free from the leering or the opinionated views of the people, Robb released the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Wow, not lord Robb. I didn't know you had a problem with crowds?" Anna asked rather amused.
"I'll have you know I'm courageous." Robb said with a glare. "I'm strong and powerful."
"I'm cunning." Anna smiled, swiftly moving behind Robb. "I'm swift."
"And not to mention beautiful." Robb stopped and turned to face his princess.
"Moving rather quick are we, not lord Robb." Anna smirked playfully.
"Is that what you're going to call me from now on?" Robb glared. "It's fine if you just called me Robb."
"I'll call you what I like, not lord Robb." Annaelyn burst into laughter when the Stark's face deadpanned. "Now, do you think you can show me the castle?"
"Now?!" Robb asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why do you think I wanted to talk to you?" Annaelyn asked.
No reason at all, My Lady. Robb deflated. "Nothing, nothing. I advise you change into something more suitable. A dress or gown can tear where we're going."
"No problem." Annaelyn smirked. "Wait for me in front of my room and I'll be ready within ten minutes."
Robb leaned awkwardly against the stone wall bordering and lining the doorway. His icy blue eyes scanned left and right, making sure that no one came this way. Even if this was his home and his keep, he had no right to be standing against the princess's door. Oh thanks to Winterfell's rather compact size, he was sure that if anyone were to find him, a rumor would spread by midnight and by dawn, five versions of the story would exist. While Winterfell was no King's Landing, if his father's descriptions were any merit, it still experienced some rather unfortunate rumor epidemics.
Suddenly, a door down the hall opened, revealing a buzzed and violent looking Joffrey. He walked with a slight shudder with each step taken. He wrapped his hand around his sword, all the while the Hound stayed behind him. It was rather comical, save for the fact that the two noticed him in a heartbeat. Joffrey had a wineskin in his left hand and a tankard in his right. The Hound surely wanted a drink, if it longing expression was any indicator. Joffrey though, the moment he caught sight of Robb leaning against the wall, he seemed to sober up immediately.
"What are you doing in front of my sister's door?!" Joffrey roared as he drew his sword.
"M-My lord?" Robb gave the Baratheon prince a confused look.
"Why are you standing in front of my sister's door?!" Joffrey asked, sword hand shaking rather violently. "I'll cut you to ribbons if you're trying to lay a hand on my sister!"
"Joffrey." Both boy turned to see Annaelyn was dressed in a leather tunic and leather breeches that fit her form rather perfectly. "Put your sword away and give me the wine and mead this instant."
"But, Anna-"
"Joffrey. Don't make me repeat myself." She rested her knuckles against her hip. "Sandor, please put my brother to sleep. He's had too much alcohol."
"I did not-"
"Sorry, my lord, the princess has spoken." Sandor pulled the Baratheon along. "My Lady. My Lord."
Robb sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from his brow. He turned to Anna to see a smug grin spread across her face. She clearly enjoyed this interaction.
"What's wrong, Robb?" Annaelyn laughed. "Why were you sweating so hard? My brother is not the best with a sword. I asked around and you were said to be one of the best that the North had to offer."
"I was unarmed, Anna." Robb sighed. "Also, the Hound was there."
"Oh, fine, fine." She waved her hand in dismissal. "I didn't need a sob story. Come on, show me the wonders of this castle!"
Robb took a deep breath, running his palm across his face.
This was going to be a long night.
You have no idea how much I struggled with this chapter lel
Next chapter will probably be in Daenerys' POV, Annaelyn's POV or Catelyn's POV
(Not even gonna lie, this POV shit is difficult as fuok)
ANYWAY
Winter is Coming