So, thanks again for joining me on my journey of writing! This is the 10th chapter and I can't believe it's gone so fast but this is it! 10th chapter. I have a lot of plans for future chapters but this is the last chapter that is going to be fully set in Winterfell. Next chapter will be set in Winterfell and another land.
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Robb stood at the window, his eyes looking over the lands that were his now. He turned his head and looked at his sleeping bride-to-be. Her hair was fanned out around her head, making her look as if she had a halo. He had always thought that she had been an angel to handle everything. They had celebrated their engagement with fine wine and subjects congratulating them.
He walked slowly to the bed, sitting softly. He would cherish every day that he woke to her beautiful face- sleeping or not. He swept some hair from her face, making her stir slightly. He leant down, kissing her soft lips. She sighed happily into the kiss, waking up and placing her small, soft hands on the back of his neck. When he pulled away slightly, he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking up at him.
"I could get used to waking up that way..." She smiled, a full smile that reached high up- so that it reached her eyes. A full smile that reflected on his face- through to the eyes. "Very nice way of waking up..." She kissed him again, looking at the ring. "I guess this means I'm going to be Clara Stark soon then..." She stretched softly in his arms.
"Yes... and you'll be Queen of the North..." He smiled, cupping her cheek. "My Queen..." He stood, picking her up and carrying her around the room. She giggled softly as he carried her out of the room.
"You'll have to make me some proper Stark clasps for my furs then!" Clara smiled as he set her down softly. She looked at him, thumbing the leather bindings of his tunic softly. Robb looked down at her hands and grabbed them, feeling the softness. He looked down at his own hand. They were slightly scarred from learning to fight and from other misfortunes. Clara looked up at him, feeling for his hand. She kissed each scar softly, not leaving a single one out.
"I... have to go to a summit soon... to decide what we're doing out the false King of Westeros." He looked over at the council, who had congregated near the door of the strategy chamber. Clara nodded.
"Have fun..." She joked, kissing him before walking away to find Primrose so that she could go for a small walk with Shora. Robb watched her go, smiling with pride at the fact that he had finally plucked up the courage to ask this woman to be his wife. He chuckled softly as she turned the corner, smiling back at him. He grinned like a love struck fool and turned around, walking towards the congregation.
"Ser, Martave, Nichol." H greeted the three main strategists and advisors. He shook each hand as they were presented to him.
"I believe congratulations are in order for you and your marvellously beautiful bride, my Lord." Robb nodded, smiling in thanks and appreciation.
"Shall we?" He asked, extending his arm to the door as they all entered the chambers.
A knock sounded on Clara's door, later that evening. She frowned, wondering why Robb would have to knock. They shared bedchambers now, didn't they? She put her book down- one of the items that the Doctor had retrieved for her from the TARDIS before he left (she was so happy he had retrieved some tea bags too). She placed it carefully on the bed and rose to open the door.
"Oh... Shora. I thought you were Robb..." Clara was surprised to find the pale woman looking back at her. She looked outside her chambers, for any sign of Robb.
"My Lord wants to see you. He's in the strategy chamber. He wanted to talk to you as soon as his congregation ended." Clara looked confused. She grabbed the door loop and pulled the door shut before following Shora to the chambers.
Clara knocked and entered the chambers, without Shora. She saw Robb's figure, shadowed by the glowing light of the setting sun. His hands rested on the sil which was at his middle. Clara took a few steps towards him. He turned his head for a moment before trying to hide his guilt ridden face.
"Robb... Shora told me you wanted to see me..." Clara reached out, touching his arm. He looked down at her hand, giving Clara the impression that by his reddened face- he had been shouting.
"I... I've been advised to go to King's Landing. I have to leave you here..." He said with an air of guilt in his voice. Clara folded her arms, looking up at him with a defiant glare.
"Well, that's tough because I'm not staying here. I'm coming with you." Robb looked down at her, holding her shoulders.
"What if something happens to you, what if something happens and I'm not there to protect you... or something happens and you die? I don't want that on my conscience..." Clara laughed softly, her arms readjusting.
"Trust me... if I'd thought about that when I started travelling with the Doctor, you'd have never met me... which I would hate. So, don't worry about what if's. Worry about the things that are certain to happen. I'll be fine... as long as I'm with you."
Clara kissed him softly, the light of the setting sun encasing their faces as they pulled away and smiled at each other.
"Together... or not at all." Clara whispered, before kissing him again.