So I'm really sorry for not updating sooner but I've had my GCSE exams and I've really had to focus on those because they pave the way to the next portion of my life. But in 2 weeks, I will have officially left school for good.
So, enjoy this short but fluffy Clara/Robb chapter.
Two strong arms lifted a petite waist onto a stallion, as the horse whinnied in compliance. The strong arms followed suit, hoisting Robb Stark behind his bride to be, holding her softly to him as he looked down at his advisors. He felt the eyes of his bride on his cheek and he leaned into the kiss she gave it.
"I am leaving Winterfell in your hands. I hope I will return victorious and with an heir on the Iron Throne but if I do not-" Clara stopped him.
"Don't say that..." She looked at him, frowning slightly. He looked down and chuckled silently.
"If I do not return- my brother will become the heir to Winterfell and Warden of the North. See to it that he becomes the man he needs to be." Robb looked at his men, climbing their respective horses and beginning to walk. He looked at Clara. "Ready, my love?" He asked. She nodded. He smiled and gave his stallion a soft kick to it's hind leg, to make it begin to move.
About 3 hours into their long journey, Clara began to feel tired. It was already 7pm according to her watch and it was getting dark. She rested her head softly on Robb's furs as she remembered that she now had the Stark clasps on her own furs. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand stroking her hair.
"Are you tired, my Clara?" Robb asked. Clara nodded. She opened her eyes slowly to look at him, her bottom lip between her teeth in thought.
"I'm more hungry than tired. I have't eaten since dawn." Clara yawned softly. "Sometimes that makes people hungry." Robb nodded, kissing her head.
"We can stop at the inn in the next town if you'd like that, my Clara?" He felt Clara's head nodding on his chest, as he smiled. He was genuinely excited for the day this woman would be his bride, but he was determined to wed her in a romantic place. Ideally, he would have liked it to be his home, but he supposed that the North of Westeros would have to do. He may not be in Winterfell but he was still in his land. He was determined to wed her in the North. He looked over to his men. "We stop at the next inn!"
Robb carried Clara to their room for the evening. Clara wasn't tired anymore, but Robb still insisted. Clara rested her head on his chest and looked up at him.
"When do you want to get married, Robb?" Clara asked, cupping his face, which had a very visible line of stubble. He looked down and his face reddened. "What?" She asked, giggling slightly.
"I want to get married soon, while we're still in the North. But I don't want to push you." He said, looking at her softly. She smiled and pushed open the room door for him as he set her down on the bed. She pulled him down and kissed him.
"Let's get married tomorrow. Here. Near the lake." Clara looked up at him, her eyes adamant that she wanted to get married to the man whom she felt owned not just her heart, but her soul.
"Let's get married tomorrow, near the lake. Lady Oswald, I want you to be Lady Stark as soon as possible." He kissed her softly.
There would be no need to travel onward tomorrow. They would travel onward in their relationship enough...
Sorry it was short but I really hope you enjoyed.
~Jas