A/N: Hiya ! I just want to thank everyone for their reviews, and favorites! Its appreciated I also wanted to warn everyone that there are spoilers in this story if you have not read the books. I've made Robb's age older than in the books as well…cause i'd feel quite err pedifile-ish if i were to write about anyone younger than 17! Also if you've read the books I've made a few changes about the wedding, etc..but yeah, if you're confused feel free to msg me haha!
PS! haha. I've been away at my other house, i call it a country house lol, its in the middle of nowhere really and we havent gotten internet..so when i was up there i got bored of tanning and made a couple banners! Apparently I can't post a link on here, so if you want to see who i think Roslin and Edmure resemble just leave a review and ill pm you the link! Ill probably continue to post a new one every chapter or so! I know of a few models, and I think Jac works well as a Roslin! Shes really lovely! Anyways, enough blabbering! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
A few years had passed without much excitemtn or change. Perriane, Lythene, and Morya were married now and off with their husbands. Tyta, Alys, and Roslin were all in their "prime" to be married, or so said their father. However, their two younger sisters Arwyn, and Shirei still very young. All five sisters stayed mostly in the castle grounds and had various lessons on "being a lady".
Roslin and Alys became even more inseperable than before, they grew together and experienced a great deal in eachother's company. Roslin was now twenty, and had matured into a beautiful young woman. Some would say she was a plain beauty but she a beauty none the less, unlike most of her sisters. She had a small frame, standing ..short at 5 foot 2. Her hair was long, with a natural wave, and dark brown (with matching brown eyes). She had a small button nose, high cheekbones, a tiny chin and rosy lips that covered a small gap between her two front teeth.
"When do you think father will let one of us wed Robb Stark?" Alys jumped on Roslin's bed, resting her chin in her hands.
"You hardly know anything about him, why so eager?" Roslin combed through her hair, eyeing her sister from across the room.
Alys sighed and turned on her back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "To be Lady Stark, cant you just imagine the life you'd have! All the gowns…even if we were to live at Winterfell, I'm sure it's more pleasant than here. Besides I hear Robb has grown even more handsome over these past few years..war must have treated him well" Alys laughed then turned her head and stared at Roslin, who was now jotting some notes down by her vanity.
"Are you listening?" Alys asked. Roslin looked up quickly, "I am able to do two things at once Alys..yes, I hear you." She continued to write.
"What are you always writing down?" Alys jumped off the bed quickly, and ran to grab the parchment from underneath Roslin's hands. Roslin swiftly moved it away, and smiled at her sister, "I imagine it would be quite nice to be Lady Stark..but what kind of life would it be marrying a lord who is always talking about war"
Alys frowned, "It's his duty..besides im sure he has many exciting stories from his battles.." she turned and hopped on the bed again.
"I guess we'll find out wont we?" Roslin said, secretly folding the parchment and hiding it under her jewelery box.
Roslin woke early in the next morning, and made her way out of the castle. Hardly anyone was awake, the sun was barely peaking out over the trees, the moon still visible in the sky. The air was cold, brisk...but she didn't mind. She sildently tip toed to the stables, fetching her horse, Wind, who was much needed for a sprint.
"Hello" She stroked her nose softly. Wind neighed loudly, stomping her front hoof on the ground. "I know, i know" Roslin sattled her immediately before mounting and galloping off the castle grounds. Roslin was never the active type, mostly because the only physical activity she was allowed to do was dance at feists or walk about the castle grounds. Yet, when she rode her horse the feeling of the wind blowing her hair made her feel free, strong; like she was the one running. She enjoyed any free moment where she could sneak off and ride, even just for a few minutes.
They didn't journey too far, a ten-minute fast ride if anything. Roslin slowed the pace when the river came into view. It was hidden in the middle of the forest, surrounded by the high trees and a small waterfall with wild flowers encircling it. Jumping off her horse Roslin walked to the riverside, wind following behind and drinking the water. This place had been her secret getaway since she was a girl, not even Alys knowing about it.
Roslin sat on the grass pulling out single blades of grass, her thoughts wandering as they usually did.
What would life be married to a Stark? Or any man at that... Roslin had always had a nurturing heart, but to have a child? She hardly knew if she could do it. Her mother, Bethany Rosby had many children, but her family's side was known for their weak health, and it was always a constant matter on Roslin's mind.
An hour or so had passed with Roslin thinking of everything from marriage and children to what she wanted to eat, when she finally noticed the sun shining brightly in the got up slowly, dusting off her gown absentmindedly before mounting Wind.
They dashed back to the castle ground, both Wind and Roslin enjoying the cool breeze and fresh air. But their enjoyment was quickly lost when Alys and Tyta came into view inside the front gates.
"Where have you been?" Alys exclaimed, running toward her sister. "Where do you always sneak off to?" Tyta asked, in a rude tone.
Roslin jumped off her horse and was about to answer when her Alys interrupted in a panic "Nevermind that" She grabbed her hand "Father is in the Great Hall! A letter from the Stark's has come... He's in a fit"
"As always.." Tyta grumbled trugging behind them.
The three entered the hall, their father's yells echoing. "Those bloody Stark's think they are above everyone!" He threw his fist on his throne, a wrinkled parchment in his hands.
"Father, we must think reasonably about the options that this has opened" One of his sons said from his side
Walder snarled. "They are not a loyal house. What do they take us for? That boy thinking he can do whatever he pleases!"
"Maybe it's time to overlook who we should be allied with.." Another son piped in.
Walder thought for a moment, grumbling to himself quietly. He did this for a few moments, before looking back up to the crowded room. "Let this be a lesson, never trust a bloody Stark!" He hastily stood from his chair, and departing from the room, his "trusted" legion in tow.
"What exactly has happened?" Alys asked, confused.
"Are you two bloody stupid? Robb Stark has taken a wife" Tyta said, Roslin and Alys' eyes turned with shock.
"He can't…can he?" Alys looked at Roslin with a worried expression. Roslin shrugged faintly, opening her mouth to speak.
"Well he has.." Tyta spat folding her arms and walking away.
"What do you think father will do?" Alys attached herself to Roslin's arm as the two exited the Hall.
"I..I don't know" She said hesitantly, "What can he do?"
"It is likely Lord Frey isn't pleased with us, Robb" Catelyn said to her son, the two sitting in his chambers
"I trust you're right." Robb pierced his lips together and walking around the room slowly, his mother watching him intently.
"I hope she is worth it.." Catelyn said dryly, her too not being pleased with her son's unexpected marriage.
Robb didn't say anything, just continued to pace. He rubbed his thumb over his lips, eyes staring intently on the floor.
"What about Edmure?" He suddenly said, looking up at his mother.
She eyed him, "What about Edmure?"
"What is he were to marry one of Lord Frey's daughters? He likely wouldn't be happy about it…but it would ally us, the Stark and Tully's to the Frey's. Lord Frey getting what he wants and our army having save passage through his gates."
"You can't always get others to help fix your mistakes" Catelyn said plainly, Robb's expression hardened "But.." She continued "Lord Frey can be reasonable..with the right offer." Catelyn sat from her seat and walked to her son. He straightened his posture; always putting on a courageous face for his mother. "Speak to Edmure, be patient with him. It is not an act easily to endeavor" Robb nodded understandibly. She smiled at him placing her hand on his cheek. "Let us pray they are both in negotiating tempers"
"You must do this Edmure, please" Robb begged from across the table.
"But why? Why me!" Edmure let out a fustrated groan, throwing his hand up in aggrivation.
"He would not consider taking anyone less suitable than you" Robb tried to speak calmly.
"Ugh!" Edmure paced for a few moments. "What…what if she's absolutely hideous?"Edmure had a disgusted expression painted on his face. Robb wanted to laugh but shook his head instead failing to hide a small smile.
"It's time for you to take a wife, and being allied with the Frey's is something we need"
Edmure paced around the room for a few more seconds, biting his thumb nail; edgy. Robb stood still, waiting for a reply patiently, he knew Edmure would agree eventually…he had a desire to keep peace. Another minute or so passed and Edmure reluctantly agreed, "This is only because you've saved me so many times in battle Robb Stark" He extended his hand, Robb grabbing it and shaking it strongly, grinning the entire time.
"Something I'd gladly do any day my friend"
A/N: Okayy! So.. i really hope ya enjoyed it ? Theres been a lot of reads and reviews (thanks again!) but I dont want to disappoint anyone with this story so don't have high expectations for a well written story! haha! Im not the best writer, but I like sharing my ideas. Anyways, R&R if you can! Enjoy the weather ! xox