AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Sup? Still don't own anything. Except for the plot of this here story. That part is mine. Though it's not terribly original. I hope you like it anyway! =D
So I'm posting again so soon because that first section wasn't very long and I feel ashamed that I only posted that much. So you are getting chapter two now. They kind of go together anyway. Chapter three will be longer! Either that or it will be accompanied by chapter four. There are two sections that kind of go together again ... whatever we will see how it goes!
Hope you all like! I would still love some feedback! Thank you all for your reviews! I'm excited that some people are actually interested in this story.
AGRIMLIKEDOG: HAHA! I didn't even think about it. I just kind of did. I've been RPing for ten years now. After all of that bolding my dialogue (and doing a handful of other things before I write anything) just kind of became habit. All through high school I had to go through all my written assignments (short stories or essay's) when I was done and delete various [b]'s and [i]'s.
CHAPTER TWO
Several weeks together and he still felt like some project to her. He felt like another step in her family's scheme to climb the social ladder of Westeros. He was the third King this woman had married, and they all wound up dead. Was he going to follow Joffrey and Renly to the grave? Margaery Tyrell wasn't unpleasant, by any means. She was a very amiable woman. It was easy to see why her and Sansa got along so well. But every time they spoke he could feel how hard she was trying to impress him. It didn't feel real. It didn't feel like her. All it did was make him feel used. He'd been wary at first, but the more they spoke, the more he shut down. Now, hours before the ceremony, he was full of doubt.
I shouldn't go through with this. He thought as he stared out the window of his room, out across the expanse of Winterfell. Perhaps his marriage to Jeyne had almost destroyed everything, but at least he trusted her. At least what they had was honest. Not many lords got a chance to marry for love. But he had, even if it had been cut tragically short. Exactly, Lords don't get to marry for love, and Kings certainly never get to, either. That little voice reminded, as he steeled himself for what was to come. She won you this crown. You have to go through with this. You've gone back on too many vows already. That nagging reminder hit him deep. He couldn't go back on his word again, not if he expected any of his subjects to trust him.
"She'll make a good wife. You shouldn't worry so much."His mother reminded him for what seemed to be the hundredth time. She had a point. It was painfully obvious that Margaery Tyrell had been raised to be the perfect wife to any man. That grandmother of hers trained her to wrap any man she was with around that little finger, so the Tyrell's could pull all the strings.
"I suppose. But you know her family as well as I do. They stick their fingers into the lives of everyone, pulling all the strings. They'll be as bad as the Lannister's some day. I'd really rather not face another war like that." Robb answered stubbornly, not daring meet his mother's eyes. He knew what she was going to say. She was going to argue with him, and she was going to be right. She was always right, and he hated it.
But that was what it all boiled down to. He could deal with Margaery Tyrell. Perhaps he'd even learn to like her. But her family he could not stand. He was certain he'd see a great deal of her grandmother. The woman was ancient, but she didn't seem close to death at all. He was half convinced that the old crone would live forever. Her family were a bunch of title grubbing social climbers. It was disgusting for a family of their rank! They were chasing after the title Queen through this whole war - throwing their loyalty back and forth on a whim. If there was any family that was less like the Starks, Robb had yet to meet them. Marrying into the Tyrell family would be a mistake.
"It will take time, but she won't be a Tyrell any more. Once you marry she will become a Stark, just as I did when I married your father. Furthermore, you are King. You need not do anything they tell you to. With this marriage your debt to her family is done. Just don't make Robert Baratheon's mistakes and keep relying on her family for aid."Catelyn Stark advised. Her tone was even, confident, and calm. Robb glanced at her for only a moment before seeing how relaxed she seemed about this whole thing.
Robb sighed heavily. He wished he was half as sure as his mother seemed to be. She'd been talking his bride to be up to him for days. She always made good points. Always. It was infuriating. The Tyrell's were known to be very fertile. So there was no known reason that they should have trouble conceiving an heir. Males were popular in her family, as well. She wasn't a fool, and she'd been raised in hopes of being a Queen. She had a head for politics, and a patience for the menial tasks that came along with the title. People loved her. She would be good for their family. She would make the Stark family seem more agreeable to those that thought them cold.
"You are right. Margaery is a smart match. This is for politics, and nothing else. Fondness may grow with time, but I'd be a piss-poor King not to see the strengths she offers." Robb announced finally. His voice was tight and resigned. He didn't sound like a man eager to wed his bride, but he did sound confident that he was going to go through with this.