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Chapter 2:

"You'll be married to Robb Stark in a fortnight," Robert Baratheon told Princess Myrcella. "His father, Ned has agreed to the match and is willing to marry you to under the Godswood in a fortnight. Ned is my greatest friend, and his son is the heir to the North and Winterfell. How would you like to one day be Lady of Winterfell, Myrcella?"

Myrcella was speechless. She had only seen Robb once when he was lined up with the rest of his family when greeting her father, the king. She thought him handsome with his auburn locks and blue eyes from his mother, but had the build and height of his father, though she never realised she would one day marry him. Her thoughts were interrupted by the outburst of her mother, Cersei.

"How come you never told me about this?" Cersei nearly screamed. Robert raised his eyebrows. "She's my daughter as much as she is yours. She'll turn cold to the bone the longer she is here. I won't let her be treated so poorly by these northern savages!"

"You watch your mouth, woman! Ned has already agreed to the match, there's nothing you can do to change his or my mind about the matter," Robert snapped with fury. He showed what his house name truly meant when talking to his wife.

"How dare you? Why can't you marry Joffrey to that Stark girl?" Cersei asked with desperation, "Find a different match, please!"

Myrcella didn't know what to say to the reaction of her mother. From what she had seen so far, no northerner was anywhere near to a "savage."

"Mother, it's fine," Myrcella consoled, "I'm not worried about it. I'm excited to see what he's like. You don't know how Robb's going to treat me. You haven't even met him yet."

"Myrcella..." Cersei tried to say, but was quickly cut off by Robert.

"That's enough talk of the matter! We will carry on with this match. You're a woman flowered and grown, and it is time for you to marry. Now, Myrcella, please leave," Robert declared with a booming voice. He was growing tired of his wife constantly bickering and arguing with him on his decisions. Kings weren't supposed to be annoyed by their wives, but Cersei had a special characteristic about her that just made her insufferable.

Myrcella ran off before her mother could say anything more of the subject. She thought of heading towards the library. Books had always helped her calm down while in stress. Before she could go further, she heard a familiar voice.

"It seems your mother isn't so keen of the idea of marrying me, my lady." It turned out the voice was Robb, her betrothed. The idea of it seemed so foreign to her. Marriage was always a talk, but she never realized how soon it would become a reality.

Myrcella blushed a light shade of pink and smiled. "Were you following me this entire time, my lord?"

"No, I was simply told where to find you. Please, call me Robb." He placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Fine, Robb. Then please, call me Myrcella," she replied. Myrcella felt giddy. She didn't realize how pretty he looked until she had a closer look at him.

"As you wish, my lady. Sorry, Myrcella," Robb smirked. "Where were you headed before I rudely interrupted you?"

"The library, Robb. I was hoping to find someone to help guide me there. It seems the Gods have answered with you," she gushed. "But, why did you want to see me in the first place?"

"Ah, my father told me to seek you out. You see, he just told me of our betrothal, and he said that I should go meet and introduce myself to you. It seems that I have succeeded. Now, shall we head for the library, Myrcella?" he replied.

"Now that you're here, would you mind giving me a tour of Winterfell? It would be a shame if I didn't know my way around here once I became the Lady here," she insisted.

"Of course, my lady, that would be my pleasure. Where would you like me to show you first?" he question, placing an arm through hers.

"The Godswood if you will. I should see the weirwood trees if we're to be married under one," she explained.

"Have you seen one before? Isn't there a Godswood in King's Landing?" Robb asked.

"There is one, but my mother has always forbid me to go near one. She says I will be tainted forever and I will go to the bottom of the Seven Hells. I know now that she was lying, but I was so scared that I listened without questioning her."

"That's not good. The Seven are always welcome in the North. My mother is of the Riverlands, of course. My parents were married in Riverrun though, so they married in a Sept. Do you know how the vows of the Old Gods work?" Robb recounted.

"I think so. The bride is escorted to the groom, who stands in front of the weirwood tree in the godswood. Then, the identity of bride and groom are asked, and the person who gives the bride away is established. The bride is then asked to accept her husband. The groom then removes the maiden cloak from the bride and replaces it with a bride's cloak. He then carries her to the feast in his arms," Myrcella explained. The ceremony for the Old Gods was short, lasting only a few minutes, while the one for the Seven Gods would usually drone on for nearly half an hour. Myrcella was glad about this, as she worried she would fall asleep listening to the Septon drone on.

"Quite right. I hope I can carry you," Robb japed. He and Myrcella both laughed. He felt enamored to her, her piercing green eyes facing towards him, her shining golden locks. He didn't think that he would have such a beauty as a wife, and was glad that the king had offered his daughter to him. Robb thought that this marriage could be filled with love, just like his mother's and father's, and Myrcella would be the prime candidate for that.

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