Robb Stark – Winterfell

Robb still couldn't believe that he was now a married man, it had all had happened so fast he could scarcely remember it all.

Margaery had arrived at Winterfell three days ago escorted by her family and hundreds of others. The lords of the Reach had all come to see their Liege lord's only daughter wed. They weren't the only ones though Robb had welcomed nearly every noble family from the North from the Umbers to the Reeds and every family in between including to Robb's fathers surprise members of the mountain clans.

The lords of the North and Reach weren't the only nobles that had come for his wedding. From the Vale came Lords Royce and Hunter who had in recent years benefited greatly from his father's new trade alliances and wanted to show their appreciation. They didn't travel alone though his mother's uncle Ser Brynden had arrived from the Eyrie to represent his Tully family.

The Blackfish wasn't the only Riverman to come to Winterfell though as Lords Blackwood and Mallister had come as well. Several Freys had arrived too with the Tyrell's and his brother Jon, the latter having reluctantly agreed to taking a squire from the Twins to stop the constant badgering from old Lord Walder.

Robb honestly didn't mind having to greet and welcome everyone though as they had all come to celebrate his wedding a fact he was grateful for. His wedding also meant that he was reunited with his entire family. Bran had come with the Manderlys from White Harbor where he now squired and Jon and Alys had arrived from the Moat with the Tyrell's.

It was the Tyrell's that Robb now looked at, his new wife sat to his side talking to her grandmother while the rest of her family were either at the high table with Robb and his mother and father or with his siblings on the table below them.

The wedding feast was in full swing now with hundreds of people eating and drinking. Robb was pleased to see that most throughout the hall seemed to be having a good time and the lords of the North and Reach seemed to be mixing well.

He looked down at his brothers and sisters who all seemed to be enjoying themselves among their future spouses especially Sansa who had gone bright red at something Dom had said to her despite the disapproving looks of Jon and amused look of Alys. His now goodbrother Ser Garlan was busy telling Bran and Arya all it meant to be a knight which had the pair on the edge of their seats to Garlan's amusement.

In fact the only people who didn't seem to be enjoying themselves were Lord Mace and Ser Loras Tyrell. Robb wasn't surprised by this though Jon had told him and their father everything that he had learnt since the Tyrell's arrived in the north. Apparently Lord Mace had thought Margaery was too good for Robb and the north a sentiment her brother seemed to share.

He looked to his wife then and wondered if she felt the same. He knew she didn't love him but he didn't her so he couldn't blame her for that but they both cared for each other at least, years of writing to each other had given them that.

He was taken from his thoughts when he noticed yet another gift was being presented to him and his wife. He still had a hard time grasping that everything he was gifted was now his and his wife's. The most impressive of which included a warship from the King with his gratitude and apologize for not attending and two of the finest horses Robb had ever seen from Willas Tyrell who had remained at Highgarden.

"Ned! I think it's time these two be bedded" the Greatjon Umber bellowed at the top of voice leading to countless others to take up the cheer.

Before anyone had to chance to make a move for his new wife he jumped to his feet before lightly grasping her hand meeting her gaze. Margaery gave him a single nod before he lifted her in his arms and rushed them out of the hall listening to the cheers and laughter of all throughout the great hall.

The night that followed was better than anything he could have ever imagined, if the rest of his marriage was like that he had no doubt he would die a very happy man.

"Are you well husband?" Margaery said with a sly smile upon her beautiful face the next morning.

"Aye my lady I have never been better and you can call me Robb I believe we are past titles don't you agree" he said in return.

Margaery let out a genuine laugh then before regaining her composure. "I wouldn't mind staying in bed a little longer Robb" she said emphasizing his name which excited him more then he could say.

Unfortunately for them both a knock on the door interrupted him from acting on his new excitement. "My Lord and lady, Lord Stark sent me to inform you that the melee is waiting for you both to start" an embarrassed servant girl said through the door.

Robb couldn't help but sigh at the mention of the melee he had no interest in the competition neither did his father but Lady Olenna had advised them that the lords of the Reach expected a competition to celebrate the wedding.

While still thinking about the upcoming competition he barely heard Margaery thank the servant and ask for her to call Margaery's ladies to help her prepare. It wasn't long after that he found himself escorting his new wife outside Winterfell to the recently erected melee stands.

As they entered the stands and took their seats among their families he couldn't help but notice the looks and cheers from many who no doubt knew why they had overslept.

Standing up with his wife he looked out across the stands at the countless nobles and common folk alike all waiting for him to speak. He turned to face the muddied square the stands surrounded where the ninety competitors stood armored and ready.

"Let the melee begin" he shouted out bringing tremendous applause from all gathered.

The melee was made up of six different competitions taking place one after another. Fifteen warriors, knights and lords would compete against one until a single victor emerged from each of the six competitions. The final six would then compete on the second and final day of the competition where the last man standing would be named champion.

Despite what he first thought about the competition Robb sat and watched at the edge of his seat as one by one men of the North, Reach, Vale and Riverlands fought and fell bloodied. He watched with pride as Jon brought down men double his size and experience with skill and speed Robb knew none of his brothers opponents had expected Jon to have. It wasn't long before Jon had won the first competition leading to loud cheers to go up from the entire crowd save for a few Reach men who had family Jon brought down.

The next competition was won by Ser Loras Tyrell who gloated each time he defeated one of his opponents leading to a mixed response from the crowd especially the northern lords who booed as Ser Loras laughed after he beat his final opponent Lord Glover.

The rest of the competition seemed to pass by quicker than Robb, Margaery and the rest of the crowd would have liked. Before he knew it he was once again sat next to his wife at the high table in Winterfell looking down at the victors of the day who would tomorrow face off against each other.

His brother Jon, Ser Garlan and Loras Tyrell, his friend Sam Tarly, the Greatjon Umber and Ser Robar Royce, the six victors all sat together on the table below his own.

"Your brother Jon is quite the swordsman Robb" his wife said quietly so only he could hear.

"Aye he is but I think Jon has found his match in Ser Garlan" he said in response.

His wife gave a small nod before speaking once more "Garlan didn't want to compete he only did so after my father ordered him to"

Robb couldn't help but smile slightly before responding "Jon didn't want to compete either he only entered because my brother and sisters urged him to do so" he said which brought a smile to his wife's lips.

He and Margaery retired early that night at her insistence to make up for this morning. There was no need for a servant to wake them up the following morning though as they hadn't slept the entire night to busy they were with each other.

He found himself now yawning as he waited for the final fight to take place looking out at the competitors preparing themselves. He couldn't help but smile as he saw his brother put on his black armor with the assistance of his Frey squire who seemed to be struggling with the task.

It wasn't long after that when the six competitors stood in a circle waiting for the signal to begin something which he was happy to give.

In an instant the six fighters paired off against each other, Jon facing Ser Garlan, Sam facing the Greatjon and Ser Loras against Ser Robar.

Sparks were flying in every direction as sword clashed with sword and battle axe smashed against shield.

Robb's eyes were flying from one fight to another he watched in awe as Sam Tarly swung his battle axe with a strength few men possessed clashing into the Greatjon's massive sword.

Left right left right each man swung at each other time and time again, each man losing no ground.

His eyes then fell upon his brother and Garlan who were sparring with speed he had never seen before. Garlan was an incredible warrior his skill was amazing he managed to knock aside every strike Jon attempted with speed he couldn't believe the bigger man possessed. That didn't stop Jon from trying though as his brother didn't relent in his advance. Strike after strike Jon never stopped.

The final fight to draw Robb's gaze was Ser Loras and Ser Robar. The two men were deep into it when his full attention was pulled to them, Ser Robar had lost his helm and was bleeding from a small cut above his eye but that didn't stop the Vale knight. This determination seemed to reenergize Ser Loras as he began striking and slashing much faster than he had previously. It wasn't long before Ser Robar was knocked to the ground defenseless while Ser Loras went for a final swing on the fallen Vale knight despite the outcries of Ser Robar's father.

The strike never came though as Jon had seemingly abandoned his fight with Garlan to defend the fallen knight. Jon quickly blocked the attack and begun a barrage of swift slashes and stabs at his Tyrell foe. Robb lost count the number of times the two men's swords met but he could see that the number of strikes were slowing down on both sides and both men were tiring and the fight would no doubt finish soon.

Robb was proven right a few moments later as Jon had faked left drawing Ser Loras's attention before striking right knocking the Reach knight to the ground earning him a round of applause from the entire crowd with the exception of Lord Mace and Robb's mother.

With Jon victories Robb then looked to the other fights and was surprised to see the Greatjon limping off to the sidelines all the while cheering for Sam who had apparently beaten him not moments earlier.

Ser Garlan now fought Sam while Jon helped the injured Ser Robar to his feet before the Vale knight bowed out of the melee. It wasn't long after that did Ser Garlan disarm Sam but not before Robb's friend injured the Tyrell knight.

Only Jon and Ser Garlan remained now both men were tired and injured from their previous fights, the latter of which was limping slightly. Robb watched as both men walked slowly towards each other and speak something to one another before both men turned and faced the crowd.

"My lords and ladies myself and Lord Jon are bound by marriage now and we cannot fight one another. With the approval of Robb and Margaery Stark we wish to declare a draw" Ser Garlan said which lead to everyone eye to fall to him and Margaery.

Robb could see what they were doing and couldn't help but smile, he looked to his wife and saw that she too realized the same and grasped his hand and nodded to him.

"You have both fought like champions and I see no reason why ye both don't deserve the title" he said loudly which brought the loudest cheer he had ever heard to go up from both the stands and the sidelines where the other competitors were stood. He looked from side to side to see his father and even his mother were nodding their approval as was the lady Olenna and countless other northern and reach lords with the exception of his good-father which Robb had grown to expect now.

The feast that followed was possibly even greater than his wedding feast. Everywhere he looked the lords from the north and Reach were sat together laughing and drinking with one another. He couldn't help but smile at the sight and his smile grew even bigger when he looked to his wife who had the same look as the night before.

Notes

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Also to answer a question, yes Moat Cailin did at one stage have twenty towers but only three remain according to canon.