Note: So, I have decided to put my one-shots concerning RobbxTalisa on here, instead of making them a one-shot of their own. It will follow after my last one, and picks up a day after. This one isn't as good as the last, though I hope you'll enjoy it, and I hope you get the references to some stuff and people. Also, in response to Carrie's question: Yes, I do take requests. Though if you are requesting a story with RobbxTalisa, I have some planned, one after the war and will be a little dark, and one during it that will focus more on them and their relationship. But, of course, all requests and questions are encouraged. :)
"After last night's betrayal, I think we should move fast on Casterly Rock, lest Tywin Lannister catch wind of our affairs." Robb stated, his hands resting on the table and supporting his weight, as he scanned a map of Westeros vividly. "With Stannis failing the siege of King's Landing, and losing most of his force to the Blackwater, we should move fast for King's Landing as well. After Casterly Rock falls, we move to the capital, and mount that lemon-head of Joffrey's on a pike."
Talisa walked into the war-room tent, catching the attention of all the lords of Robb's court. She rested a hand on her baby-bump, smiling at Robb, and ignoring the rest of the Northmen around him. "My queen." The Greatjon said, smiling to Talisa, who gave him the same gesture. "Court's done with boys! Get the hell out of here!" Jon Umber bellowed, throwing his hands to the tent opening, and pushing several others lords outside, smiling to Robb and Talisa as he did so.
Robb chuckled at Jon's antics, and moved around the table to see his wife. He took her hands in his, holding them tenderly and with passion, he caressed them.
Robb let go of her hands, and moved to feel the surface of her stomach, wanting to feel movement from his future son. "You won't be able to feel much until he's grown more." Talisa said, resting her own hands atop Robb's.
Robb nodded to her, and tried lowering his hands. He moved to the end of her dress, rubbing through it and gliding his hands along her legs. She closed her eyes in peace, and let him finish his innocent exploration of her body, until she heard a voice come from behind her. "The King in the South..." The Greatjon nodded, his head poking out from the side of the tent, smiling at his King and Queen.
"Umber! I like you, but don't push it!" Robb yelled to his bannerman, receiving a bow and quick escape. "What did he mean by King in the South?" Robb asked, cocking his head at his wife, and thinking on the earlier stated words. She raised her hands to be in his view, and pointed downward to her area, and he understood. "Oh... okay." He gave a quick chuckle, and turned her around to leave by his side. "Let's prepare for another journey. We're marching to Casterly Rock." He placed a hand around her hip, and walked her through the camp, until he got back to their tent.
Robb rode at the side of his army's column, observing their faces and readiness for the upcoming siege of Casterly Rock. They looked tired, after all, it had been months of marching back and forth, battle-to-battle, non-stop fighting; They needed something to be cheered up.
Robb himself wasn't one for giving speeches, regardless his men were inspired by him, but he thought he'd try his hand at one this time. "The war's almost over! Soon you can return to your families! Just bleed with me this last time my fellow Northmen!" His voice was groggy, and hoarse, as he was just as tired from the forced march. A few of his men gave a smile, but most looked for a second and continued their deathly tired march across the road and field. Hm... maybe I could use a little rest, myself.
Robb noticed his wife come riding up to his side, with her personal guard following close behind. "How are things, my king?" She asked in her polite and usual sweet tone, giving a loving smile as she combed his handsome features over with her pretty brown eyes.
"Not too good. It appears we'll have to stop for a break soon. Although, if we stop, we give Tywin Lannister more time to follow us and learn of our plans." Robb muttered, his head bobbing loosely in a slow and drowsy manner.
"Hm... mayhaps I sing them a song? Increase their morale, heighten spirits, and pep them up." She inquired, smirking at her husband, waiting for a response.
"Can you sing well?" He asked, chuckling after he spoke, though she didn't take it as an insult.
"Humph. If you don't want to hear my voice, then maybe I should leave." She toyed, trying to turn her horse away with the reins.
He darted his hand out to her, gripping the horse's saddle and reins tight. "I can't guarantee the soldiers won't laugh." He admitted, half serious, and half joking.
"If they do, then their king will behead them." She said, smiling in a playful way.
Though it made Robb think to the time he had to take Rickard Karstark's head, if only he had obeyed Robb's orders, then he could have kept it on his shoulders. Hopefully she wasn't serious, because Robb couldn't kill half his army if they laughed at her; That would be tyrannical. I pray to the God's they treat her kindly.
She cleared her throat and gave another smile to Robb before beginning. The soldiers heard her break of silence, and watched her as they marched, waiting for another speech or something worthy of note. "Northern men the winters shutter. Southern flags in North winds flutter." Her voice vibrating peacefully and at a calm steady pace. The soldiers' faces were of shock and a confused pleasure, for they didn't know a woman could have a voice such as Talisa's.
"To arms." She cooed in a quiet voice, pointing and looking down to the soldiers, giving them their line for the song.
They yelled out in response, cheering loud and proud. "To arms!"
"To arms." She said again, pointing down to them, now that they got the rhythm.
"To arms!" Soldiers yelled, clapping their hands together to start a beat that matched the way she sand and the tempo of the particular ode.
"To arms." She said a third time, louder and seeing Robb's own face and how he thought of her singing. His mouth dropped open, looking like a imbecile. She shook her head at him mockingly, and tapped under his jaw to close his gaping mouth.
"To arms!" They began rasping their armored hands against their metal mail dresses, or plate armor, and other leather armors; Making up a motley band of Northmen.
"For Robb." She chimed, drawing her horse closer to her husband, their horses almost touching. "Smash them back your fierce defiance. Stomp upon the cursed alliance." And repeated the same chant as before, with the six "To arms." Three from her, and three screams from the men.
One of Talisa's personal guard rode up beside the pair of monarchs, Robb and herself. They recognized the man as the new Lord of the Dreadfort, ever since the traitor Roose Bolton was killed and his lands forfeited to Robb to do with as he pleased. Robb had gave it to this man; This man was a cousin to Roose, a distant and mostly unknown and unheard-of man. Michael Bolton, though he was not as much a flayer as the late lord Bolton, but more a singer.
"I'll take the rest, my Queen." He gave a quick bow on his horse, and rode ahead of his King and Queen. His long dirty-blond hair shaking as his horse galloped along the path. He was a much nicer man than Roose, and a much better singer. He began in a more romantic and smooth tone than most men have, though it was a pleasing sound to hear. "Advance the flag of Robb! Hurrah! Hurrah! For King Robb's land we take our stand, and live or die for Robb!" Soldiers had now, with the effort of Robb, Talisa, and Michael, cheered up. They clapped, stomped, and chanted in a unified effort. Their faces lit up with smiles, making the usual look of such grizzled Northmen turn into a more innocent face; Now they seemed to be a band of merry bards, or even peaceful Silent Sisters.
"To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Robb!" They continued under the lead of Michael Bolton, laughing like children.
Talisa jerked her head away from Robb and the army, pointing to a separate route, so they could have time to talk alone. They horsed themselves away, being followed from afar by their combined personal guards, made up of Northmen and Riverlanders alike. They heard Michael continue his rhyme and song, smiling and trotting away until they could no longer hear him. "Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, let the odds make each heart bolder! To arms! To arms! To arms! For Robb!"
Talisa and Robb gave a few loud laughs, as they could no longer hear their army's loud bellowing and chants. "That was some singing back there, my lady." He acknowledged, eying his wife up and down on her horse.
Her dress was made of the finest silks that could be produced in the Riverlands, with colors such as blues and purples, that oddly but splendidly matched her dark hair. Her long sleeve openings slacked at the side of the horse. She rode, resting a hand on the small bump on her stomach, that was Eddard, and another hand on the horse's reins. "You didn't think I could do it." She brought to his attention, looking away from him as if it hurt her.
"No, but I was wrong. You have an amazing voice, Talisa. Know that." He reached out for her hand, lightly holding it, rubbing her skinny fingers with his thicker and stronger ones.
"I know." She smirked, and slowly broke her gaze from him, smiling ahead at the many trees and flowers that populated the beauty of The Riverlands.
After a while of riding, they came to a pair of people in the distance, and had long since told their guards to go back with the army. "What's going on over there?" She asked, picking up the horse's speed to a slow gallop. Robb followed, squinting his eyes at the far people, who seemed to be arguing with each other.
Robb recognized one of the voices to be his sister's, Arya. "Arya! What are you doing this far away from the army?" Robb called out, galloping along with his wife until he made it to his sister, and The Hound.
"I was having my dog dig some ditches... you know, for exercise." She said, stuffing her face with a handful of berries and other fruits, until her cheeks were puffed out and finally chomping the abundance of food down her throat.
"I'm not your dog!" The Hound spat, leaning against the shovel and looking up to Arya, sitting on a log with her bowls of food.
"Pipe down! Or I won't feed you." Arya returned, dropping some of her fruit into a wooden bowl, a set of letters inked onto the thing; Reading: The Hound. She slide the bowl over the a tuft of grass next to the grave-like hole he stood in.
He swiped the food from the ground, and gobbled it up. "I'm still not your damn dog." He grumbled, stuffing his face, the same as Arya did.
"You like to make all of those analogies about dogs, so I figured, you might as well eat like one." Arya shrugged, looking up to Talisa who smiled at her.
"Yeah, well maybe you get some pig next time... I love pig." Robb thought he saw him give a flash of a smile, at the thought of eating pig, but it quickly vanished.
"Maybe I clean out the trough later, or give you the pig shit from their pin."
"Arya!" Talisa yelled in surprise, not liking her choice of words.
"I'm sorry." Arya moaned, rolling her eyes and sitting up from her log.
Robb leaned from his horse to Talisa, turning her face to his by cupping her cheeks, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Pulling away from her, she giggled and gave a sly smile. "What was that for?"
"You'll be a great mother." Was his answer, staring lovingly back at his wife.
Arya broke the silence with a groan. "Ew... That's nasty." Robb and Talisa laughed in response.
"That'll be you soon little-wolf." Sandor added, trying to climb out of the pit he dug.
"Shut up, and get back in!" She pushed him back, letting him fall hard on the deep dirt grave he dug. "See ya later gravedigger!" She yelled to The Hound, laughing maniacally as she walked to Robb, who got down to help her onto his horse.
He grabbed her and quickly threw her onto his horse, letting her saddle it and take the reins. "Make room, Arya." He said, trying to climb onto the horse.
"No, you've been riding all day, lazy." She spurred the horse, and turned it to ride back with the army.
"Talisa... my love?" He asked her without actually saying if he could climb on her horse.
"She's right, Robb. You could use the exercise." Talisa turned and rode off with Arya, laughing along with her.
The Hound made it to his feet, and gave an awkward stare to Robb. "Hey." Robb said, glancing at The Hound, then looking back to his wife and sister make off with his horse. "Can you carry me?" Robb asked, near the point in tiredness he felt he'd fall over from exhaustion.
"Depends... you got any chickens with your army? I love chicken." The Hound asked, rolling his tongue around his mouth in a dying hunger.
"You get me back to my army, and you can have all of our chickens. I'll even name you master of chickens." Robb struck a deal, smiling to The Hound.
"Hop on." He quickly said, clapping his hands together in joy, and licking his bearded lips. The Hound turned around, and let Robb climb onto his back, awkwardly, he carried him back to his army.
Note: It's not supposed to be as funny as the last, at least in my opinion it isn't. And, it won't be that funny at all, if you don't get the reference of who Michael Bolton is. Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review, anything helps and makes me smile. :D